" What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from."
-T.S. Eliot
In the enigmatic town of Kshaya lurks a figure shrouded in infamy: SHAITAN, the most wanted criminal whose true id...
Ashwath's home, now a canvas of tragedy, stood cloaked in a heavy silence, disrupted only by the blaring sirens of police vehicles and the mournful cries of ambulances. Yellow police tape stretched around the property like a warning to the world, barring it from witnessing the personal sorrow within.
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Anand, perched on the compound wall, stared vacantly at his phone, his eyes lingering on the WhatsApp profile picture of himself and Ananya. The image, once a symbol of shared joy, now mocked him with its cheerful permanence. His shoulders sagged under the weight of unbearable grief as memories of his wife cascaded over him.
Ashwath, standing in the epicenter of the chaos, wore the rigid mask of professionalism. As officers moved about, documenting the scene, he kept his emotions locked away, his posture rigid, his movements calculated. He was no longer just a son mourning his mother but an officer tasked with uncovering the truth.
At the periphery of this storm of sorrow, Nisha, overwhelmed and inconsolable, leaned into the support of a friend. The home she had known as a sanctuary had now become alien—a place where loss and confusion lingered in every corner. A concerned hand on her shoulder guided her toward refuge, away from the suffocating aura of despair.
Ahalya arrived, her heart pounding, as the news reached her too late. She sprinted from the cab, her hair flying behind her like loose ribbons. Her vibrant yellow kurta flared with the urgency of her movements, a stark contrast to the somber tones of the scene before her. Tears streaked her face, unchecked and unrelenting, as she approached the house with desperation in her stride.
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But her frantic momentum was abruptly halted by two officers stationed at the entrance. They stepped forward, their expressions unyielding, barring her from entry.
"Please, I need to see them!" Ahalya pleaded, her voice cracking with desperation.
"Ma'am, we can't allow anyone inside right now," one officer responded with a firm but sympathetic tone.
"Please, just let me see her one last time," Ahalya pleaded through tears, her voice trembling as she clung to the hope of a final farewell.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but we have strict orders," the officer replied, his own face etched with the weight of the moment.
