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Let me know — did it hit… or miss?

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Happy birthday![]()
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for new Journey of XF...
Awesome starting please keep writing
To finally tujhe story ke liye subject mil hi gaya, Nayi story ke liye dil se best wishes
Har shabd mehnat bole, har scene reader ke dil tak pahunche.
Shuruaat hai to struggle bhi hoga, par khud par bharosa rakhna..
Bas likhte rehna, beech me mat chhodna,
aur yaad rakh… kahani sirf likhi nahi jaati,
mehsoos karayi jaati hai.
Good luck, looking forward to an amazing journey Ragvi![]()
I hope story disappointing nahi hogi
Congratulations and best of luck
और जो भी लिखना, व्यूज और रिव्यूज के चक्कर में मत लिखना, बस दिल से लिखना।
Nice ones Raghvi.. finally likhna start to kiya dobara se.. excited to see how it unfolds..
Keep writing![]()
Tumhari naak ke niche se le uda anamika darling ko apan
Btw aise kaam zaalim duniya se chhupa ke liye jate hain![]()
Iss logic se chale toh mere me kitne reactions hone chahiye?![]()
Next episode posted guysBhavisya ki to kah nahi sakta, filhaal ye samajh lo ki jab tak free time milega de dunga. Is month bohot busy rahta hu
First of all thnks I really happy that readers like this storyRagVi Singh First of all thanks for tyring to write a wonderful story, it reslly means a lot for us us as readers.
Hehe I completely understand the concernBut i just want to highlight my concern on one one thing. I am afraid that this wonderful story which has a lot of options to continue may move to an incomplete story ad we as a customers have been observing from part few years.
Who is he /sheI am not at all doubting you as you have been doing brilliant throughout this phase but i am afraid of your companions who just start a story as per their need and leave it in between.So please dont get encouraged by thrm as them they have already showed their intention.
look there r many reasons to stop a writting story but currently I am enjoying my writing so there is no way stop itTum naam batao kon hai incomplete story teller???Also i would like to dedicate this to few moderators who after getting the position clearly backed off and only focused on chatting forgetting the crucial point thst the their story which left in between was the the only reason they became moderators.
Thanks for it I hope I didn't disappoint uSo there is nothing wrong in my feedback and there is no intention to blame anyone directly. Neaz i hope you wont react to my feedback much. And thanks again
I also don't wanna disappoint readers if this happens then it's also disappointing to meAnd also my feedback given at that tument i just want people to by happy and don’t seen

Hehe!!!! I cant take the names unfortunately as it will against the policy.First of all thnks I really happy that readers like this story
Hehe I completely understand the concern
I’ve also seen many great stories start strong and then suddenly disappear or stay unfinished for years.
But don’t worry — this story has a clear direction and I definitely don’t plan to leave it hanging halfway like an abandoned web-series.
Readers interest and support actually motivate me even more to continue it properly till the end. So relax and enjoy the journey — the story isn’t going anywhere.
Who is he /shelook there r many reasons to stop a writting story but currently I am enjoying my writing so there is no way stop it
Tum naam batao kon hai incomplete story teller???
Thanks for it I hope I didn't disappoint u
Next episode posted guys
Do check n give ur valuable feedback

Episode 14 – Sector 9
Subah ka waqt unusual tarike se quiet tha.
Arnav kitchen counter ke paas khada phone screen ko dhyaan se dekh raha tha. Inspector Kavya ka message short tha, lekin uske andar ek urgency chhupi hui thi.
Location trace mil gaya.
Sector 9. Block C.
Bas do lines.
Lekin kabhi-kabhi do lines hi kaafi hoti hain ek story ko next direction dene ke liye.
Living room mein Anamika balcony ke paas khadi thi. Uske haath mein coffee mug tha aur woh neeche road par chalti normal zindagi ko observe kar rahi thi — jaise logon ki movement mein bhi koi pattern dhoond rahi ho.
“Something new?” usne bina mudhe poocha.
Arnav ne phone pocket mein rakha.
“Maybe.”
“Location?”
“Sector 9.”
Is baar Anamika dheere se mud kar uski taraf dekhi. Uski aankhon mein curiosity kam aur calculation zyada thi.
“We’re going.”
Arnav ne keys uthayi.
“Main jaa raha hoon.”
She walked toward him.
“I’m coming.”
“No.”
Straight answer.
“Arnav, kal raat koi mere ghar ke andar tha,” usne calmly kaha. “Agar yeh usse connected hai, toh main already is story ka part hoon.”
Arnav kuch seconds tak usse dekhta raha. Phir finally bola—
“Stay behind me.”
Anamika ne halka sa smile kiya.
“Control suits you.”
Sector 9 city ka purana hissa tha.
Narrow lanes.
Faded buildings.
Balconies par rusted railings.
Jaise waqt yahan thoda slow move karta ho.
Car ek old residential block ke saamne ruk gayi.
Block C.
Address match kar raha tha.
Building ke andar enter karte hi ek damp smell hawa mein thi. Staircase dim tha aur concrete walls par purani paint ki layers chipak rahi thi.
Arnav aur Anamika slowly upar chadhe.
Second floor landing par Arnav automatically ruk gaya.
Apartment ka door half open tha.
Usne instinctively Anamika ko haath se peeche signal kiya aur dheere se door push kiya.
Inside — silence.
Living room almost empty tha.
Ek old couch.
Ek lamp.
Aur corner mein ek small table.
Curtains half drawn the aur room mein ek faint metallic smell thi.
Bathroom ka door open tha.
Arnav andar gaya.
Wahan ek young man ki body floor par baithi hui thi, back wall se tik kar. Blood drain ki taraf settle ho chuka tha.
Wrist cuts deep the.
Precise.
Room disturb nahi tha.
No broken objects.
No signs of struggle.
Everything strangely… arranged.
Anamika doorway par khadi quietly scene observe kar rahi thi.
“Not panic,” she said softly.
“Decision.”
Arnav crouch hua aur body ko examine kiya.
Victim late twenties ka lag raha tha.
Face par panic nahi tha.
Sirf ek strange calmness thi.
Jaise kisi ne usse convince kar diya ho ki jo woh kar raha hai… uska matlab hai.
Side table par ek phone pada tha.
Arnav ne gloves adjust kiye aur phone uthaya.
Screen already on thi.
Message thread open tha.
Unknown contact.
Arnav ka pulse thoda slow ho gaya.
Ye wahi number tha jisse kal raat woh baat kar raha tha.
He scrolled.
Victim: I think she understands me.
Unknown: Of course she does.
Victim: Sometimes I feel invisible.
Unknown: Invisible people usually see the truth first.
Anamika uske shoulder ke paas aa gayi.
“What is it?”
Arnav ne phone thoda turn kiya.
Usne messages padhe.
Phir uski nazar dheere se body par gayi.
“So the man who was messaging you…”
“…is the one sitting here.”
Room ek second ke liye aur bhi quiet ho gaya.
Arnav ne next messages scroll kiye.
Victim: I don’t want to feel like this anymore.
Unknown: Then finish it.
Victim: Will it matter?
Unknown: Stories always need endings.
Anamika ne dheere se exhale kiya.
“He didn’t sound desperate.”
Arnav ne brow crease ki.
“He sounded… guided.”
Anamika ne body ko dobara dekha.
“Someone spent time with him.”
Arnav ne timestamps check kiye.
Conversation raat 1:52 AM par khatam hui thi.
Death approx 2 AM.
Matlab decision sudden nahi tha.
Matlab yeh ek process tha.
Phone gallery open thi.
Arnav ne scroll kiya.
Dozens of screenshots.
Articles.
Interviews.
Videos.
Sab ek hi insaan ke the.
Anamika.
Book launches.
Panel discussions.
Podcast clips.
Aur ek photo.
Anamika balcony mein khadi thi — shayad kisi building ke saamne se zoom karke li gayi thi.
Anamika ne screen dekhi.
Uska expression change nahi hua.
“Obsession,” she said quietly.
Arnav ne phone lock kar diya.
Window ke paas jaake usne street ko observe kiya.
Log normal tarike se chal rahe the.
Cars pass ho rahi thi.
City apni routine life mein busy thi.
Aur yahan ek insaan quietly mar chuka tha.
“Someone didn’t kill him,” Anamika slowly boli.
“Someone convinced him.”
Arnav ne kuch reply nahi kiya.
Uska phone suddenly vibrate hua.
Same thread.
New message.
Arnav froze.
Screen par words appear hue.
You found him faster than I expected.
Anamika ne screen dekhi.
“Interesting.”
Arnav ne quickly type kiya.
Who are you?
Teen dots screen par appear hue.
Phir reply aaya.
Someone who studies people.
Arnav ka jaw slightly tighten hua.
You told him to do this.
Pause.
Phir answer aaya.
No.
I only showed him the path.
He walked willingly.
Anamika ki eyes slightly narrow hui.
“Classic grooming.”
Arnav ne next message type kiya.
Why me?
Is baar pause thoda lamba tha.
Phir ek message aaya.
Because you're predictable.
Arnav ne phone screen ko dhyaan se dekha.
Next message immediately aaya.
You observe the room before the body.
Just like I predicted.
Room suddenly colder feel hua.
Kisi ne usse observe kiya tha.
Kisi ne uski habits study ki thi.
Anamika mirror ke paas gayi.
Wahan black marker se ek line likhi hui thi.
Stories don’t end.
They multiply.
Usne kuch seconds tak words ko study kiya.
Phir quietly boli—
“He believed this meant something.”
Arnav ne calm voice mein jawab diya—
“He believed someone was watching.”
Phone phir vibrate hua.
New message.
Arnav ne screen dekhi.
He was only the first.
Pause.
Phir ek aur line aayi.
I’m curious how the second one will behave.
Room suddenly bahut zyada silent ho gaya.
Arnav ne phone slowly pocket mein rakh diya.
Game simple nahi tha.
Yahan koi traditional killer nahi tha.
Koi weapon nahi tha.
Sirf ideas the.
Aur ideas jab galat dimaag mein girte hain…
toh kabhi-kabhi log khud hi
apni ending likh dete hain.
Stay tuned
Next episode soon