MIRROR
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• Introduction
"Mirror" is Psychological Mystery story about a person ,Rajah Navjyoti ,who is an Artist.A person who likes to Be alone in the crowd ,smell the air ,roam around the valleys when the Sun goes down. He likes to a write ,and also a person who Expresses his thoughts on Canvas .His Life was moving In ups and downs ,Until Something happens .That " Something " Turn around his life up side down...Find out the Unknown!!
Feel the Thriller, go deep into the Mystery
Don't miss a single clue ..or you'll be lost in the Shadows....
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