Justice is her mission.
Mystery is his.
The first time I saw him, it was just another case-a face with no name, a shadow called "The Ghost."
The second time, I caught a glimpse of something deeper, something raw beneath his cool exterior. But by t...
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Main rahoon ya na rahoon Tum mujhmein kahin baaki rehna Mujhe neend aaye jo aakhiri Tum khwaabon mein aate rehna Bas itna hai tumse kehna
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2 Days Later
At the Police Station:
The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension as the news of Raheem's death settled over us like a dark cloud.
Malik paced back and forth, his jaw clenched in frustration. I could see the wheels in his mind turning, searching for a solution, while Inspector Khan sat at the edge of his seat, tapping his fingers on the table in a restless rhythm.
Dr. Mehta, usually so composed, was visibly troubled, his brow furrowed as he contemplated the implications of this loss.
“Raheem was one of the few people who had access to Ghost” Malik said, breaking the heavy silence.
His voice was low, filled with a mix of anger and despair. “We’ve lost our best chance at infiltrating his empire. This is a major setback.”
“Worse than that” Inspector Khan replied, shaking his head.
“Raheem’s death means Ghost is becoming bolder. He’s sending a message to anyone who dares to cross him. This could escalate quickly.”
Dr. Mehta leaned forward, his voice calm yet firm.
“We can’t let fear paralyze us. We need to think strategically. But we must also recognize that love can be a weakness. It clouds judgment and can lead to mistakes.”
I leaned in closer, intrigued by Dr. Mehta’s insight. “What do you mean by that?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“People in love often act irrationally” he explained, his eyes narrowing as he spoke.
