Hi detective,
Case closed by the university administration in 48 hours? Impressive.
Shout out to campus security for doing absolutely zero math and here we thought srf hamara hi math kharab he 🤓
Layla Imran’s death was ruled an overdose. Too quick. Too clean. Too convenient.
Except overdose victims don’t usually tuck themselves neatly into bed, smooth out their hair, and pull the blanket up like they’re ready for a peaceful nap. (and let’s be real, even Pakistani husbands wouldn’t do that 💀)
Layla didn’t die alone. She had help.

And it came from the one person always closest to her: her roommate, best friend, and chai-maker of the year, Saba Ali (this will make you double check your bestie 😭😭)

That bedtime chai? Yepp, that was it.
While Layla was in the shower, Saba crushed an entire prescription of Bromazepam into her tea.
Milk, sugar, chai, perfect for covering bitterness. Forensics later confirmed the sedative was ingested through liquid.
And Layla’s stomach was full of milk tea. The mug itself? Vanished into thin air (like your hairline).
According to the report: “cleaning activity by roommate.”
(Achaaaaa 😭)

The university accepted the typed suicide note but no one checked the timing. The note was created at 1:47 AM.
Problem: Layla had already taken enough Bromazepam to be unconscious long before that.
She wasn’t typing anything. Someone else was.

So why kill her? Because Layla was leaving.
An encrypted email (which turned out to be a simple mirror cipher) revealed she had asked the warden for a room change.
She had new friends. A boyfriend she planned to marry. A Lahore internship. A future that didn’t revolve around Saba.
And for someone who had built her whole world around Layla… that looked a whole lot like abandonment.
Saba read the email. And decided if Layla was leaving, she wasn’t leaving alive ☠️
She poisoned her tea. Waited. Then staged the scene.
And tucked her best friend into bed.
Cute 💅🏻 Deeply criminal. But cute.

Nida’s “poison sweets” were just bad cooking 😭
Hamza had attitude, but not motive (becharay ki honay wali biwi mar gae)
And the warden? Guilty of useless administration. Not murder.

Room 14 was fiction. Next week, we’re covering a true crime case.
And here’s your riddle:

They call me a color.
They call me a crown.
I move winter through summer and I don’t slow down.
They say they’ve caught me, so watch how I walk.
It was never the powder. It’s the list that will talk.

(Hint: She is priceless!)

Hit reply and tell us what case you think we’re discussing next week 👀
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