The Scary Past
ep-1 + intro
Name: Raina Mehra
Age: 32
Profession: Senior Officer, Central Bureau of Investigation (CBI)
Description: A sharp, intelligent, and fearless investigator known for solving the toughest cases. Raina is arrogant, unapologetic, and fiercely independent. She enjoys her occasional one-night stands, consumes alcohol to cope with stress, and avoids attachments.
Name: Kavya Deshmukh
Age: 28
Profession: Junior CBI Officer
Description: A diligent and enthusiastic officer who looks up to Raina. She assists Raina with research and fieldwork, often offering a compassionate perspective that contrasts with Raina’s detached approach
Name: Ravi Sharma
Age: 37
Profession: Inspector, Delhi Police
Description: A dedicated police officer who often assists Raina in her cases. He admires her intelligence but is wary of her cold and arrogant demeanor.
CBI Headquarters – Morning
The office is alive with activity. Raina strides in, her presence commanding respect. Officers pause to greet her, while others quickly clear her path. Kavya rushes up to her with a wide smile
Kavya Deshmukh (fl's jr)
Ma’am, the minister's kidnapping case… solved in under 72 hours. You’ve made history again!
Raina Mehra (fl)
*Without breaking stride*
History is for textbooks, Kavya. What’s next?
Kavya Deshmukh (fl's jr)
*Still excited*
But ma’am, the director himself wants to congratulate you. There’s a special briefing in the conference room.
Raina Mehra (fl)
*smirking*
Let me guess, they want a victory speech?
Kavya Deshmukh (fl's jr)
*Laughing nervously*
Something like that.
Raina adjusts her blazer, smirking to herself, and heads toward the conference room.
The room is filled with senior officials. The director, a stern man with decades of service, stands at the center
cbi Director
*clapping*
Officer Mehra, you’ve done it again. Your handling of the minister’s case was nothing short of brilliant.
Raina Mehra (fl)
*Standing tall*
Thank you, sir. It was a team effort.
cbi Director
*With a knowing smile*
Modesty doesn’t suit you, Raina. Take the credit. You’ve earned it.
Senior Official
*chuckling*
She’s the best we’ve got. I’d bet my career on her
The room bursts into applause. Raina nods, a faint smirk playing on her lips.
Senior Official
Raina Don't miss the party tonight
The bar is dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background. Everyone got gathered to celebrate the success of Raina
cbi Director
To the successful....
*pickedup his alcohol glass*
Kavya Deshmukh (fl's jr)
To Raina mam...
*smiling *
Raina Mehra (fl)
*gave a soft smile to Kavya *
Thank you
Ravi Sharma (Inspector)
Am i late to the party
*just entered the bar*
Senior Official
Haha ofcourse yes...
cbi Director
No Ravi... please join
Everyone started having their drinks and got busy in discussing things.
Raina sits alone, nursing a glass of whiskey. Her sharp eyes scan the room, but her expression remains unreadable
A confident man approaches her.
Vicky
*smiling*
A woman like you shouldn’t be drinking alone.
Raina Mehra (fl)
*Without looking at him*
And yet, here I am.
Vicky
*Leaning closer*
Mind if I keep you company?
Raina Mehra (fl)
*Finally meeting his gaze*
That depends. Are you interesting?
Vicky
*grinning*
Why don’t you find out?
The conversation grows more charged as the tension between them builds. They exchange playful remarks, their chemistry undeniable.
They got room in the hotel...
Vicky
*started kissing Raina so hungrily *
Raina Mehra (fl)
*Kissing back with same passion *
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Ep-2
After Raina is done with Vicky
Raina left to her apartment in the late night and slept
The faint glow of the city lights seeps through partially closed curtains. The room is quiet except for the soft ticking of a clock on the wall. Raina lies tangled in her sheets, her brows furrowed, her breath uneven. The room grows colder, unnaturally so. A faint crackling sound echoes, like fire consuming wood.
Voice
*Faint, distorted*
Raina... Raina... Look at me...
In her dream, she’s standing in a dim, smoky room. Shadows dance violently on cracked walls. In the center, a figure stands—his body engulfed in flames. His face is twisted, grotesque, melting into itself, yet his hollow, fiery eyes remain locked on her.
Voice
*Voice crackling like burnt wood*
You let this happen... You watched... You walked away...
The sound of flesh sizzling fills the silence, accompanied by distant screams. The figure takes a step closer, and the smell of burning flesh becomes suffocating.
Raina Mehra (fl)
*Whispers in her sleep*
No… stop… please…
Suddenly, the flaming man’s charred hand grabs her wrist, his touch blistering her skin. His face gets impossibly close, and his hollow eyes reflect her own terror.
Voice
Flaming Figure *screaming*
LOOK AT ME!
Raina jerks awake with a sharp gasp, bolting upright in bed. Her chest heaves, and her skin glistens with sweat. Her hand trembles as she clutches the blanket to her chest. The faint smell of smoke lingers in her senses, making her glance around the dark room frantically.
Raina Mehra (fl)
*Panting, whispering*
It’s not real… it’s not real…
Her breath is sharp, uneven, and she struggles to steady herself. Her hand reaches for the glass of water on her bedside table, but it tips over, spilling water across the floor. Her entire body shakes as she runs her hands through her hair, trying to ground herself.
She stumbles out of bed, nearly tripping over her tangled sheets. Her bare feet hit the cold floor as she makes her way to the bathroom. The fluorescent light flickers as she switches it on. Raina grips the sink tightly, her knuckles turning white as she stares at her reflection in the mirror. Her face is pale, her eyes wide with lingering fear
Raina Mehra (fl)
*Staring into the mirror, voice trembling*
Pull yourself together. It’s just a dream. Just… a dream.
But her reflection doesn’t offer any comfort. The faint image of flames flickers in her pupils, and she quickly shuts her eyes, turning the tap on and splashing cold water on her face repeatedly.
Her phone buzzes on the nightstand, breaking the silence. Raina takes a deep breath, straightens her posture, and wipes her face with a towel. She walks back into the bedroom, her expression now carefully controlled, the panic buried deep beneath her composed exterior
Raina Mehra (fl)
*Softly, but firmly*
You’re stronger than this.
She grabs her phone and sees a notification from Ravi about a new case. Her face hardens as she slips into her authoritative demeanor. The haunting echoes of the nightmare linger in the shadows of her room, but Raina refuses to let them consume her.
CBI Headquarters – Briefing Room
The sun filters through the large glass windows of the briefing room. A long conference table sits at the center, scattered with case files, photographs, and a laptop displaying gruesome images of burnt bodies. Raina enters briskly, wearing a crisp black blazer over her shirt. Ravi is already seated, flipping through the case files, his expression serious.
Ravi Sharma (Inspector)
*Looking up*
Morning, Raina. You’re earlier than I expected.
Raina Mehra (fl)
*Crossing her arms*
Let’s cut to the chase, Ravi. You said it’s urgent.
Ravi gestures to a whiteboard with images pinned in sequence—two crime scene photos showing burnt bodies in grotesque poses.
Ep-3
Ravi Sharma (Inspector)
*Pointing at the images*
Two murders. Both happened on the same date—the 19th, exactly a month apart. Both victims were burned to death, and the killer left…
*pauses*
absolutely nothing behind. No fingerprints, no footprints, no traceable accelerants.
Raina Mehra (fl)
*Studying the images*
And the connection between the victims?
Ravi Sharma (Inspector)
*Shakes his head*
None. The first victim was a local schoolteacher. The second was a retired postman. Different age groups, different professions, different parts of the city
Raina Mehra (fl)
*Narrowing her eyes*
That’s impossible. There’s always a pattern, Ravi. Even chaos has a method.
Ravi sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
Ravi Sharma (Inspector)
Trust me, Raina, we’ve turned over every stone. The killer is either incredibly smart or incredibly lucky.
The door creaks open, and Kavya enters, holding a tablet and a fresh stack of files. Her eager expression contrasts the heavy air in the room
Kavya Deshmukh (fl's jr)
*Smiling slightly*
Morning, ma’am. Morning, Ravi sir.
Ravi Sharma (Inspector)
*nods*
Kavya, sit down. We’re discussing the pattern—or lack of it—in these murders.
Kavya places the files on the table and pulls up an image on her tablet.
Kavya Deshmukh (fl's jr)
I cross-referenced both crime scenes, ma’am. No unusual movement in CCTV footage nearby, no suspicious persons reported in the area. It’s like the killer is a ghost.
Raina Mehra (fl)
*Leaning forward, eyes sharp*
Ghosts don’t set people on fire, Kavya. Humans do. Intelligent, methodical, ruthless humans.
Silence fills the room for a moment as they process the gravity of the situation.
Ravi Sharma (Inspector)
*Breaking the silence*
There’s one more thing. Both victims received anonymous phone calls a day before their deaths. Burner phones. Completely untraceable.
Raina Mehra (fl)
*Narrowing her eyes*
What did they talk about?
Ravi Sharma (Inspector)
No clue. Both phones were destroyed after the calls
Kavya Deshmukh (fl's jr)
*hesitant*
Ma’am, could it be revenge-related? Maybe someone connected to them from the past?
Raina Mehra (fl)
*coldly*
If that were the case, there’d still be some common thread. We’re missing something. Something small but important
Raina walks over to the whiteboard, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. She studies the victims' profiles carefully, her eyes sharp and focused.
Raina Mehra (fl)
The date—19th. Why the 19th? It’s not random. It’s deliberate.
*pauses*
And fire… the killer uses fire every time. Why fire?
Kavya shifts uncomfortably in her seat, while Ravi rubs his temple.
Ravi Sharma (Inspector)
Maybe it’s symbolic? Fire often represents purification, revenge, or even rebirth in some twisted minds.
Raina Mehra (fl)
*Looking at Ravi*
Or guilt. Sometimes fire isn’t about the victim—it’s about the one setting the flames.
Kavya looks at Raina with concern, noticing the slight tremble in her hand as she holds the marker. Raina quickly composes herself.
Kavya Deshmukh (fl's jr)
Should we focus on the phone calls, ma’am? Maybe we can find something with cross-referenced telecom data.
Ravi Sharma (Inspector)
I’ll start digging into telecom records. But it’s a long shot
Raina Mehra (fl)
Do it. And Kavya, pull up every detail about the victims' pasts—friends, family, any hint of a connection.
Kavya nods and starts typing furiously on her tablet.
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