When Ishika's sister, Emma, is murdered, her world falls apart.
Aarav, the charming investigator, is determined to solve the case. Ishika feels safe around him, but someone's addiction for Arav and growing jealousy threatens to tear them apart.
Then...
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My vision began to blur, darkness creeping in from the edges until everything went black.
Suddenly, I jolted awake, my heart racing and my sheets soaked with sweat. I was in my bedroom, gasping for breath, the remnants of the nightmare still clinging to me like a heavy fog.
It was just a nightmare, I told myself, but it was a nightmare that haunted me every single night.
Emma's death, which happened just a few months ago, felt like a wound that refused to heal. Each night, the same horrifying images replayed in my mind, and each morning, I woke up feeling more lost than before.
I knew deep down that she couldn't have taken her own life, but no one seemed willing to listen to my pleas.
I had approached the police countless times, each visit ending in frustration as they dismissed my concerns, insisting that I needed to accept my sister's tragic fate.
They didn't understand how it felt to lose someone so dear, someone whose story was still unfinished.
I had no solid evidence to prove it was murder, and the search for a private investigator had been fruitless. Everyone around me clung to the narrative of suicide, and that thought gnawed at my soul, a constant reminder of my helplessness.
Today, like every day, began with those haunting thoughts swirling in my mind. I dragged myself out of bed, my limbs heavy with the weight of despair.
The shower's hot water felt like a temporary escape, washing away the sweat but not the memories. After brushing my teeth, I moved to the kitchen, mechanically preparing my breakfast--oats and milk.
I sat down on the sofa. I picked up the remote and turned the tv on.
I absentmindedly starts eating my breakfast , staring blankly at the TV. Suddenly, I heard the voice of a crime investigator during an interview, their words cutting through my fog.
