Rizwan had one mystery in life that kept him awake at night—not ghosts, not taxes, but something far more terrifying: his missing socks.
Every time he did laundry, one sock would vanish into thin air. It was as if his washing machine had a secret dimension that only accepted single socks as currency.
One day, Rizwan decided he’d had enough. Armed with a magnifying glass, a detective hat (borrowed from his nephew’s costume box), and a notepad, he stood in front of the washing machine.
“Alright, you thief,” he muttered. “Where are you hiding them?”
His mother walked by and sighed. “Beta, you really need a job.”
Ignoring her, Rizwan carefully loaded his socks into the machine and waited. The moment the cycle ended, he pulled them out. One was gone.
“Aha!” he exclaimed. “Caught in the act!”
Determined, he stuck his head inside the washing machine, searching for a hidden sock lair. That’s when his friend Faizan walked in.
“What are you doing?” Faizan asked.
“Solving a crime,” Rizwan grumbled. “My socks keep disappearing.”
Faizan blinked. “You do know your cat sleeps on top of the dryer, right?”
Rizwan turned slowly. Sitting smugly on top of the machine was his cat, Sultan—wearing a sock like a tiny hat.
The case was solved. The thief had been under his nose all along. But as Rizwan reached to take the sock back, Sultan hissed, swatted his hand, and walked off like a criminal mastermind.
Rizwan sighed. It seemed he wasn’t the detective in this house—he was just the victim.
