But She Wasn't There
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"But She Wasn't There"
They say the camera never lies. But what if it shows the impossible?
Kunal Verma - a rich brat with a bad reputation - is found dead at a luxurious nightclub, poisoned in plain sight.
The CCTV footage leaves no room for doubt. It shows Meher Malhotra spiking his drink.
She was arrested within hours.
But Meher has an alibi. Solid. Untouchable. She wasn't even near the crime scene.
So how is she in the footage?
Enter Ruhan, the sharp, cold-eyed officer assigned to the case.
He doesn't believe in coincidences. Or innocence.
And yet, as he stares into Meher's terrified but steady eyes, something doesn't add up.
"Main ek time pe do jagah toh nahi ho sakti na?" she says.
But the real question is...
What if she can?
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