All Chapters of MAYA: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

   𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙗𝙮 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧.- 𝙂𝙚𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙀𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙩. ***    The pitter patter of the rain was one of her favourite sounds, people normally hated getting wet and cold but, she was counted as the odd one in the herd. You’d never see her behaving as a stereotypical Indian girl, just a strange and weird oddball who rolled on its own music, it didn’t know how to go with the flow.     She usually used a variety of fake names, like Seeta, Geeta, Mansi, etc. Maya Singh was her existing name. Jay suggested her to use this name this time because her profession needed it and also because he said it suited her and it literally described her, Maya; that’s what she was, an illusion. One would wonder why fake names? Then it was because Maya lived two lives, one, a life of a college student and second, a life of a cleaner. 

 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙙𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚. - 𝙃. 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙 ***     Crime reporter Kiran Upadhyay sat in his chair scratching his head as he held the papers in his hand, and then looked at the papers scattered over his desk. He sighed, the exhaustion seemed to be growing as he had chased the news of the infamous serial killer who had now taken the name Kali. He rubbed his face which even in his late twenties looked like he was in his forties already. A few of his dark brown hair had gone grey, his skin had turned like brown leather, but all this hadn't affected the sharpness of his brown eyes. He groaned loudly as he eyed the article in his laptop again and then scratched his messy hair. He pushed himself closer to his laptop

  𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙖 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙥 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣. – 𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣 𝙍. 𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙝   ***        "Okay, I've got these pictures and the content." Kiran murmured as he sorted all the papers in his arms which threatened to fall and simultaneously he talked on phone with one of his friends regarding the recent case of homicide– courtesy of Kali.      "No, no. I'm sure of it." He said and pushed his cabin door open with his shoulder.      "Yes, and even the police have given their word... Yes. I've got the inspector's interview and he clearly said that hereafter CBI is officially going to handle the Kali case." He said and shook his head as he was about to drop his papers on his de

𝙈𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢, 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. - 𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙣 𝙃𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚.   ***        Maya's phone buzzed in her baggy trousers pocket and she fished it out holding it in her fingers like it was a stick. The screen showed Jay's number and she accepted the call and pressed the cell phone to her ear.      "Hey there, Jayu." She chirped happily as she strolled out of her college gates.      "Hi, Maya. Where are you?" He asked.      "Just got out of the gates, is there another prey?" She asked, a sly grin creeping up to her face.      "Don't talk so loudly, idiot, if somebody hears you-"      "Easy there oldie, no one's around, chill. Ar

𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩.   – 𝙆𝙞𝙧𝙖.   ***      Maya strode calmly across the campus towards her college building with her head down. She moved like a ghost through the hallway and stopped as she saw two feet right in her way, she peeked up from her hood to see. Karan Yadav was standing in front of her, his muscled arms crossed at his chest and the tight bulging biceps made Maya's eyes stray over them with a strange urge to scrape off the tanned skin with her nails.      𝘒𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.      He cleared his throat and she looked up to meet his mud brown eyes.      "Hey, nerd I want your English assignment." He spoke, arrogance drip