In girls college:

Anusha pouted, staring at her reflection covered in a thick layer of Multani Mitti. "Oii… is it really necessary to wear this?" she whined.

Ramya smirked. "Of course! Our friend's wedding is tomorrow, and we all need to glow. Look around—everyone’s doing it!"

With a sigh, Anusha joined in. But just as she was about to relax, a loud scream echoed through the college.

The girls rushed outside, their faces still masked in the muddy pack, only to witness a tragic scene—a girl had fallen from the 5th block!

Before they could even process it, sirens blared, and within minutes, a police car screeched to a stop. The door flung open, and out stepped DSP Varun—Anusha’s husband.

Her eyes widened. Oh no! Not like this!

Standing there, looking all serious in his crisp uniform, Varun scanned the crowd—until his gaze landed on his wife.

A wife who currently looked like a ghostly clay statue.

For a second, time froze.

Varun blinked. Anusha blinked back.

Then, with a smirk tugging at his lips, he said, "New beauty treatment?"

Anusha groaned. "Ugh, shut up!"

Her friends snickered, while Varun tried to keep his face straight. Even in the middle of an investigation, his wife's antics never failed to entertain him.

Varun crossed his arms, trying hard to keep a straight face as he looked at his wife, who still had Multani Mitti smeared all over her face.

"Name?" he asked in his serious DSP tone.

Anusha glared. "Really? I’m your wife, idiot!"

Varun smirked. "Right now, you look like a horror movie extra. So, tell me… where were you when it happened?"

Her friends giggled as Anusha huffed. "We were all inside, applying this stupid pack when we heard the scream!"

Varun nodded, his focus shifting to the crowd. That’s when he noticed a girl standing at the corner, trembling. Her face was pale, and she kept glancing around as if afraid of something—or someone.

He walked up to her. "What's your name?"

The girl hesitated, her hands shaking. "N-Nisha..."

Varun’s sharp eyes caught the way she flinched when someone from the crowd moved. She knew something.

He turned back slightly, catching his wife still glaring at him. He smirked. "Go wash your face, ghost lady. This might take a while."

Anusha threw her slipper at him. "Ugh! You’re the worst!"

Varun ducked just in time, avoiding the slipper Anusha had thrown. "Tsk tsk, attacking a police officer? That’s a crime, Mrs. DSP."

Anusha huffed. "Whatever! I’m going to wash my face. Solve your mystery, Sherlock!" She stomped away, her friends giggling behind her.

Now back to business, Varun focused on Nisha, the trembling girl. He noticed her hands were clenched into fists, her breathing uneven.

"Nisha, do you know something?" he asked, his voice firm but calm.

She hesitated before whispering, "I… I think she was pushed."

The crowd gasped. Varun's expression turned serious. "Pushed? Did you see someone?"

Nisha swallowed hard, glancing nervously around. "Not clearly… but before she fell, she was arguing with someone on the terrace."

Just then, Anusha returned—this time without her horror movie mask. She folded her arms. "Who was arguing?"

Varun raised a brow. "You’re part of the investigation now?"

Anusha smirked. "Well, I am your wife. And I watch a lot of crime shows!"

Varun sighed. "God help me."

Ignoring him, Anusha turned to Nisha. "Did you hear anything they said?"

Nisha bit her lip, thinking. "Something about… exposing a secret. And then… a scream."

Varun’s eyes darkened. "That means the victim knew something. Something worth killing for."

Anusha gasped dramatically. "Omg! A college conspiracy? This is just like those thriller dramas!"

Varun gave her a look. "This is real life, not your TV serials."

Anusha grinned. "Still exciting! Come on, DSP husband, let’s solve this case!"

Varun sighed again. "I don’t get paid enough for this…"

But deep down, he knew—having his nosy yet adorable wife around would make even a murder investigation a little more entertaining.