Ghost Rider

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Today was the closure day of Serial Murder Case No. 1005 and detective Yaseem was going to give an announcement to the media about how the case was an achievement and how the culprit was caught.

After two months of ȧssigning this case with their team, the case was solved immediately and it was a case closed, as expected of their very beautiful , intelligent and Sherlock Holmes version Chief Detective Inspector, Yasmeen Azan.

She dressed her self in black palazzo with a black shirt. She tightened up her duty belt around her waist and stocked in the accessories she needed,including her favorite 'Gun'. She rolled her hijab over her cleaned and neat bun then picked her trench coat and her briefcase.

Yasmeen, in her 2years of her service as

Sergeant Detective, she had accomplished so much and was promoted as Detective Inspector at the age of 23. She's is now 25years old and still accomplishing more in the field of investigation and solving criminal cases.

Many of her colleagues admired her either it was a man or a woman. She was very smart, dedicated and passionate about her work. Her parents were being supportive of her choice of career but this have been a big tool that caused an uproar preventing her male relatives and the male in her society to ask her hand in marriage .

Despites all the achievement She got at this very young age, she remained humble and attentive to her fellow workers . She was an epitome of a perfect lady and a warrior of justice.

Aside from her skills, talents and good qualities, many men in her Department even outside their Department have sent their proposal .She was one of the most popular and youngest detective inspector in the country.

Luckily for the boys , they still have hope since they knew that Yasmeen is still single and they have not heard anything if she has someone special in her heart. Some thought maybe she was just very hardworking and workaholic and doesn't have time for her Love life. So many boys had asked her hand in marriage , but she turned them down in the end.

Though many of her relatives criticized her for being a detective and an aloof woman ,it didn't pulled her down from being so passionate about her work and she's doing every possible thing to protect her dignity.

Her hand reached for the door knob but it stooped when she heard her mom's voice.

"Another morning without breakfast,right Yasmeen?".

"I am super late Maama,I need to leave now " Yasmeen's eyes sounded pleading as she looked at her mom

"Not before having breakfast, yallah to the dining hall now!!" Jalilah commanded and walked away to the dining. Yasmeen got no alternative but to follow her.

They silently ate their breakfast, Yasmeen shoving food into her mouth like a squirrel,eating hurriedly. She glanced at her wrist and her eyes widen.

'Huh? 1hour to the conference and it's 1hour drive to the office' she took her plate to the sink then she wore her trench coat and picked her briefcase.

"Maama I will be back late,don't wait for me please and make sure you close all the doors and windows " Yasmeen was always protective of her parents because she didn't want her line of work to affect them or someone to threaten her with her parent's life.

"I will and don't worry about me I can take care of myself" Jalilah shook her hand indicating her to just go.

Yasmeen walked to the door but Jalilah stopped her again

"Uhmm Yasmeen when will you accept the proposal that came for you"

"I need time"

"It's not about time Yasmeen it's about you not wanting to get married"

"Maama..." Yasmeen wanted to nag but Jalilah interrupted

"Just accept it please,do this for me and your Baba" Yasmeen hanged in there, her thoughts swelling around and Jalilah took her silence as a yes.

"Okay I'll ask your Baba to call them when he gets back" she enthusiastically stood up from her seat.

"Maama I didn't say I accepted it and..."

"No.. noo let's talk when you're back,didn't you say you're late". Realization hit Yasmeen and she looked at her wrist

"I should be going,bye" Yasmeen opened the door and walked to her car

"Allah Hafiz" Jalilah called after her and closed the door.

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Aryan was busy dissembling his favorite gun 'pistol' inside his room. This was his favorite activity 'gunplay' he picked up a piece examining it for rust and grime when a knock came through the door.

"Come in" the huge mahogany door opened and the butler of the house got in.

"Good morning Mr.Aryan your father had summoned you". After he relayed his message he bowed his head and left. Aryan quickly assembled his pistol and stocked at the back of his waist band.

"SalamuAlaikum godfather" He salamed and entered the huge dark colored living room. The so called godfather who's at his late fifties sat at middle of the three seat with newspaper in his hands,his spectacles at the rem of his nostrils.

"You still regard me as your godfather.Am I still not qualified to be your father" Mr. Yazeem kept the newspaper to his side and pulled away the spectacles from his eyes and folded it carefully to the top of the newspaper then looked up to Aryan who stood with his back straight and his hands folded to his back.

"godfather I..."

"Save it,I already know what you're going to say" Aryan gulped his words back and docked his head down.

"I got you a marriage proposal and everything has already been finalized. All that's left is for you is to meet her". His voice sounded authoritative but had an iota of care

"Godfather don't you think that's risky, I am not against being married but our cover could be blown out any moment"

"The girl you're going to marry is not any other girl. She's a detective" and the revelation hit Aryan so hard that his eyes bulged out.

"You're kidding me right? This is as if leading ourselves to jail"

"Don't worry Aryan, you won't regret this. We will be having intel about what they're planning. And remember the police have there eyes on you because you're one of the multi billionaires of these country and they're suspecting us of being among the mafia world you won't escape their investigation."

The evident wrinkles by the side of Mr.Yazeem's black orbs wrinkled more when he smiled.

"Of course we're among the underworld but no one knows about you even in the underworld.Precaution is better than cure,with her you have her protection and you can easily have your revenge .I've planned this perfectly and I believe there won't be any flaws." Mr.Yazeem's irises shook with utter amusement as he believed that this is big catch.

He passed a hard copy picture of Yasmeen to Aryan,who stretched his hand and gently grabbed it.

"She can be a big asset to us we can escape their traps effortlessly ,don't you think so Aryan?".

Little did they know that the famous detective that they desperately want to have under their hands have already had her eyes set on them,Little did Aryan know that accepting this proposal would bring about sweeping changes in his life. Aryan's dull routine was over.'

Whether he liked it or not fate had a funny way of messing things up. It was up to him to choose the right path. Only then could he live in the future he wanted.

'Different scenarios would keep coming to their way. His dark past would slowly be revealed. The unexpected would become normal and strange things would keep happening to him and he will regret his decision when there's no return,when he fall hard without realizing .'

Mr.Yazeem words finally convinced him and Aryan's eyes calmly strained to Yasmeen printed picture in his hand. Her beautiful stoic face graced his metallic grey eyes.

"We shall meet soon Detective!"

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At the Falcon crime investigation office.

Yasmeen made her way to where her team resided after the conference. Her team consisted of 5members including Yasmeen.

Roman: the profiler His role was to examine evidence at crime scenes to identify common behaviors and traits of a perpetrator.'

Nadia: the programmer; she was responsible for the cybersecurity systems information access collection of data and anything that requires the need for a computer

internet and programs.'

Henry and Asim: They were in charge of collecting first-hand information in the field talking with the witnesses and informants and collecting physical evidence and searching records that will be able to help them in solving the cases.

And lastly 'Yasmeen was overall in command of this team and considered as the Brain. Through the collaborative efforts and contribution from each of them Yasmeen would analyze all the collected data gathered by her team members and would conclude to find the true culprit and perpetrator to solve the cases.

" I have just received a request from the Investigation Bureau, they are ȧssigning this case to us." Yasmeen said to her team. She was holding a document file.

"Please proceed to the conference room

now. We will have a meeting about this case." Yasmeen added. All of them went to the conference room. Yasmeen walked to the podium and plugged her system to the projector.

Photos of blurry scenes and a figure were projected in the screen .

"These were shots taken by police officer Rio,

I asked him to do that. The criminal or the Victim here.I've been keeping track on this criminal for months but till now I couldn't have a concrete evidence to present it to investigation bureau. It was yesterday night that I was called by officer Rio to a crime scene where armed robbery took place. When I saw the crime scene all the pieces that I've collected came into place and it came out that.."

Yasmeen stopped her explanation pressing her system and a logo showed up on the screen.

"He's one of the world's most wanted criminals.'. The four of them kept quiet hearing all the information that Yasmeen gathered.

"But the world governments only had a name. No face. His identity was unknown even to his clients as he's engaged in the Mafia world. I got informations from one of the Mafia goons that's in jail,and he told me that even the high ups in the mafia world doesn't know his face or his identity."

"With every hit that he would complete

he'd make sure to leave a death card

which was his trademark. On the card were various pictures of a grim reaper with scythe "

she continued

"Phantom"

"That's his title" she raised her pen that was between her forefinger and the middle finger in an explanation form like.

"He effortlessly leave a crime scene without any trace." She heaved a sigh and her eyes narrowly looked at her colleagues who expressions had paled like they've heard a gothic story. Her voice lowered down and she mumbled out.

"That's why he's termed as a Ghost Rider!"

"The one that can freely walk in both worlds".