The birth of a hacker

Mithali a divine child, from a young age, as she excelled in academics and contributed things beyond her age. 

During her family recess, they met with an accident. A fatal event, that could have been avoided by not taking a call while driving. 

The young Mithali became an orphan, and blind in an unexpected mishap.

Blindness didn’t cease her from accomplishing in life. 

She resumed her studies and focus on life beyond loneliness.

The accident gave her extrasensory powers, which she realized soon. She saw things, not meant for a living soul, she witnessed the dead who were struggling for enlightenment.

She happened to be a medium, for the dead. She comforted them in attaining Enlightenment. 

She served as a secret agent and helped police in resolving many criminal cases with evidence and hints.

In the process of her duty, she fell in love with Michael a caring police officer.

All was set for the lovely occasion. As Mithali was purchasing her attire for her wedding.

She received a phone call.

Mithali attended it.

Police: Hello mam, We need your help with one of our cases.

Mithali: Sure sir when can we meet?

Police: We’ll come to your place we need to go to the mortuary.

It was around 11 am. The police took Mithali to the mortuary.

The room was freezing, and few of those bulbs couldn't enlight the outcasted dreadful odor of vibes.

Several souls were gawking at her while they were waking into the mortuary in the chaos of the aftermath panic.

Some were sobbing like infants. 

Some were swatting the others.

While others were attempting 

to possess people around 

their reach.

The police showed her a dead body.

Mithali mam, he is Dr. Hendry, a well-known psychologist, he assisted us in solving many cases, but we didn't expect to solve his case. there has been a serial homicide across the state.

Most of the cases were young couples.

Dr. Hendry got retirement recently. He was planning to start a restaurant, He was about to leave for his country in a week to do the groundworks, and this mishap happened.

He promised us in assisting the case, this week.

Some of the notes, we found from his journal about the killer.

It has been just a slit in the neck in all of his crimes, but the slit looks different and it says a story.

He should be an expert in human anatomy.

He should preferably 

be a left-handed person.

Initially, it started in the neighborhood state now the crime has got scattered across the country.

The murderer is so skilled that there is no evidence.

There is an art in the way he has executed all these murders, the way he slits the victim with facets is analogous to a painter who plays with his brush.

Mithali touched Dr. Hendry's body. She was into a dark world, which was visible only to her mind. 

The memories of the victim were flashing as she navigated through the neurons, by being a spectator. 

She navigated the memories and reached the day where she viewed herself, in a bride's attire, it was a bright day for her.

Yes, it was her day; she has decided to get married to her loved one. As the romance was spreading all of a sudden, there was a voice behind her.

"Welcome to my world, dear"

He took a knife and slit her throat.

Mithali could feel her suffering, she was gasping for air.

Murderer: I love you, dear. But I love your suffering, more than you.

Mithali: Sir, I feel the pain help me! 

She was sweating heavily, a sudden haul from the inspector brought her back into reality. 

Police: Help us in sketching the murderer, man we need to stop him, at any cost.

Mithali: sure sir, I will assist you. He has killed so many brides and bridegrooms. He doesn't know the value of love and life, he is not meant to be alive.

The sketch got shared across the country, and police placed an amount for the killer as a critical mission.

The police station got a call, from KK state, he got identified, as Jagdish.

The police reached him, but all they could find was Jagdish's dead body in their house.

The weapons were sealed in the homicide house, the neighbors said Jagadish was a respected man, he was a well-behaved bachelor, but his death remained a mystery.

The psychologist and experts were not able to explain, a serial killer committing suicide.

The evidence was strong enough to convince the court.

Things were fine. The town was peaceful until another murder happened.

The series was born.

She could describe his other attributes alone, as the killer was wearing the mask she couldn't procure more details.

Police continue the investigation, the case of a serial killer was rebooted as he rules the town with fear, for his adventure.

A stranger or adored one doesn't matter for the killer.It's an addiction just like smoking.

Mithali tried a lot to capture, the new homicide.

But everything was in vain, has she lost the personal touch?

As the efforts were on the way, the media was at its pace.

There was the body of another couple, in the nearby resorts. The police kept investigating the case. The CCTV, technology couldn't grasp the intelligence of the homicide.

Back in Mithali's home, she was having her dinner and was hearing the news seriously.

With tears of helplessness, she had a wicked smile and she turned around there laid limited editions of knife set with stained blood in kitchen shelf wrapped in cloth.

Her friend Rupal, Michael enters her house.

Mithali greets them.

Mithali: Please, have some of these. I tried this recipe today.

Rupal: Mithali, since when you started to cook with a Midas touch? As she enjoyed the starter.

Michael:Rupal, love can change anyone to any extent. Mithali isn't an exception. She prepared it for me, hinderance is nothing before love, I am proud to have such a fiancée who is multitalented.

Mithali: There is an art in everything, and when it comes to cutlery it's not limited to cooking.

The door closes with loud chitchat with a happy start to their life. 

There is an artist in a homicide. But less known is there is a hacker as well within an artist. Who comes out when required.

When the homicide is passionate about career and art he finds a way to rejuvenate death is not an end to love.

Love can take us to any extent, and love is not limited to people.