Chapter 1:

The bustling streets of Mumbai are a stark contrast to the quiet, intercut sun-kissed lanes of Ahmedabad. Mumbai pulsates with life, its energy a chaotic symphony of honking cars, hawkers' cries, and the relentless pursuit of dreams. Ahmedabad offers a different kind of rhythm, a slower pace where the air carries the scent of spices and the warmth of the sun.
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Mumbai: A city where dreams collide with ambition, and the relentless hustle fuels its pulse. The cacophony of honking cars and street vendors fills the air, embodying the frantic energy that defines the metropolis. In the midst of this chaos stands SEJAL, a young police officer with a fierce gaze that cuts through the noise, her eyes mirroring the city's tenacity. Clad in a crisp uniform, she commands attention as she stares down the looming CID office—glittering yet shadowed by hidden truths, a world of secrets she's determined to expose.

To Sejal, Mumbai is no more than a jungle she's set on conquering. Fearless and bold, she's carved out her place in the Mumbai Police, earning her spot at the CID through sheer grit and relentless effort. Every extra mile she ran was a price she paid, leaving behind pieces of her family in her single-minded pursuit of power. Now, as she stands at the brink of her ambitions, the finish line feels distant.

Entering the office, Sejal's intensity sharpens the atmosphere, stark against her colleagues' light banter. ACP Pradyuman, the astute leader, gives her a knowing grin. Senior Inspector Daya, a man of few words, regards her with visible disappointment. Abhijeet, the sharp-minded officer, watches in silence, while Pankaj and Freddy linger at the back, intrigued yet guarded. Varun, the junior officer, gazes at her in awe, captivated by her unwavering resolve.

Acp : (smiling) Welcome to the team, Inspector Sejal. We've been waiting for you. Tum iss team ki pheli female cop ho.

Sejal's smile is thin, a flicker of steel in her eyes as she glance at everyone.

Sejal: Thankyou sir, I promise to prove you all that(flipping her hairs)Ye abh tak ka sabse best decision hone wala hain CID Mumbai ka.

Abhi: (streaching his hand)I am sure, hum sab milke bohut achi team banenge.. I am Senior Inspector Abhijeet.

Daya glares at Abhi, clearing his throat. The others notice their exchange and fall silent. Sejal's sharp eyes turn to Acp, smiling as she flips her hair, her voice cold and brief.

Sejal : Sir, Iss City mein corruption kafi hain, I suggest we should also work on the pending cases.

Daya:(glancing at her with distrust)Don't forget, Miss.Sejal. Tum abhi aayi ho,(fikler his fingers)yaha roz itne cases aate hain ki pichle cases ke baremein sochne ka waqt bhi nahi milta(smirks at her)Isliye suggest karne se phele dekhliya(glares at her)check your surroundings. Abh ye sirf tumhara Police station ka playground nahi baki raat din hone wala dedication battle hain aur yaha..

Sejal : (cutting him short) With all due respect sir, I'm here for justice (glares at him flipping her hair)I don't need lessons from anyone and I don't think aapke pass itna fisool waqt hain kisi aur ko tipni dene ke liye.

Daya glares at her as she turns to Acp. The others exchange amused and shocked glances.

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As the days passed, Sejal made her mark in the CID, gaining recognition and awards for her hard work. She was strict, preferred solitude while solving cases, and rarely interacted with her colleagues. Spending most of her time in the office and working closely with high-ranking officials, she inadvertently alienated Daya. Daya was skeptical about a female officer in their team and disapproved of Sejal's closeness with DCPs and media attention, viewing her as an attention seeker.

Abhijeet quietly admired Sejal and sensed she had her reasons, but being Daya's best friend, he often sided with him. In the meantime, Pankaj, Freddy, and Varun operated as a cohesive unit under the ACP's leadership.

One afternoon, Sejal entered the bureau, and Daya barely looked up from his files.

Daya: Late again, Miss.Sejal.

Sejal ignored him, scanning the room before heading into the ACP's cabin.

Daya :(looked at Abhi)Dekha, itna bhi respect nahi karti wo team ki. Kaha tha maine aise logo ko hire na kare.

Abhi: (smiling)Daya, wo koi important case pe kaam kar rahi hogi.

Daya shook his head while Freddy and Pankaj exchanged frustrated looks.

Freddy : Wapas..

Pankaj : Matlabh, jo Acp sir ne case diya tha sejal ke saath karne ka abh wo wapas hum 3(exchanged a look with Varun and Freddy)ko karna padega.

Varun :(nodding, admiring Sejal through the Acp sir cabin glass)Koi nahi Sejal is busy with work. We will handle, uske badle sir main aap logo ko pizza and Chinese food khilata hu.

The trio erupted in cheers, while Daya cast a skeptical glance at Varun, who was biting his lips.

Abhi: Varun Sejal ka bohut dhayan rakhte ho tum, (narrowing his eyes)koi gadbad wali baat to nahi hain na?

Varun :(blushing)Are nahi.. sir ma..main to bas help kara tha.

Daya shrugged, slamming a file on the table while glancing towards the ACP's cabin. Abhijeet continued typing away on his keyboard, smiling.

Abhi : Abh DCP sir ki recommended officer hain to bhav to milega na

Daya : Boss, baat ye nahi hain ki recommended hain yan ahi, baat ye hain ki she is attention seeker. Hamesha lime light mein rehna isliye wo cases bhi aise hi handle karti hain.

Inside the cabin, Sejal was presenting her findings to the ACP, her voice a mix of determination and passion.

Sejal: Sir, Mujhe kuch information mili hain.

Acp (eyes narrowed) : Kuch gadbad hain Sejal, kuch to baat hain..

Acp: (Intrigued) Are you sure about this?

Sejal's eyes locked with the ACP's, a flicker of understanding passing between them.
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A bustling market in Ahmedabad. A young lady with gentle eyes, stands nervously beside her mother, Her eye flickering, the surrounding passing stare from stargers. They are haggling with a shopkeeper, S.K., over the price of an item.

S.M: Bas, bohut hua bhaiya, agar braginning mein nahi diya jaata to bhechna band kardo.

S.K:(little softly)Madam, main didi se wahi puch raha tha kitne ki chaiye aur inhone 3000 ki item ko 300 mein mangili. Kuch to lihaj kare madam.

The women turned to the lady, This transitions to a sweet, gentle woman, her face radiating kindness bite her lips. This is SHREYA, her world revolving around the quiet, silent happiness of her life in Ahmedabad with her mom. S.M shook her head and looked back the shopkeeper finally taking the item for 500.

S.M: Bohut acha kiya jo tune apni bata rakhi.

Shreya:(softly)Maa, par wo dukan dar to kitna chik raha tha. Mujhe laga maine galti kardi.

S.M:(chuckled)Shreyu galti ye nahi ki 3000 ki cheez 300 mein mangi, galti ye ki tum apni baat pe dati nahi rahi. Hum shopping karne nikale hain, hum ek price batayenge wo ek baatyenge. Unhe theek laga to denge warna nahi, puchna humara kaam hain(cared her head)ismein darne ki kya baat hain. Hmm??

Shreya nods sheepishly, a smile slowly appearing on her face. She buys the item for 300 and walks away with her mom, hand in hand.
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SHREYA'S PLAY SCHOOL :-

The aroma of freshly baked cookies filled Shreya's tiny play school classroom. She hummed along to the children's cheerful rendition and her heart brimming with a quiet joy. It wasn't the life she had dreamt of - a life filled with sirens, chase sequences, and the thrill of catching criminals. But it was a life filled with innocence, laughter, and the purest form of love. Her world, unlike her twin's, wasn't a battlefield, but a haven of crayons, finger paints, and tiny, sticky hands reaching for hers.

The room was filled with the joyful sounds of children playing as Shreya with gentle eyes, sits on the floor, surrounded by tiny hands and curious faces. Her voice, soft and soothing, guides the children through a song. 

Shreya :(smiling) And now, let's sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

The children chime in, their innocent laughter filling the room. The children sing along, their laughter filling the room. Shreya watches them with a smile, but a hint of sadness lurks in her eyes.

After her time at playschool, Shreya routine included, talking a walk at the garden, playing with children in the park and teaching them new games, visiting the old age home and spending 1 hour with them by helping them with finance work and finally buying groceries for her home while one guy parked his bike outside the vegetable market awaiting for Shreya. She laughs, a genuine smile illuminating her face when he saw her on the street. 

Shreya : Maine mana kiya tha na Arjun.

Arjun : But kya karu, tumse mile bina mera din hi nahi guzarta meri sweet little hone wali biwi.

Shreya smiled nodding her head as he grabbed the bags from her hand and she took the back seat behind him. He stopped his bike at a garden, had icecream while talking, giggling and chuckling. She is happy, but a sense of longing for her sister, Sejal, lingers in her heart.
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One day after a late night Shreya walks a crowded street in Ahmedabad, a stray dog's bark sending a shiver down her spine. The image of her father's lifeless body, the pain of their family's loss, and the memory of her twin sister, Sejal, standing frozen, her face etched with grief.

A flashback:

Shreya and Sejal were twins living in Mumbai with their parents were in their training to fulfilling their dream of police officers. Shreya was the soft spoken, well mannered, little scared of world, kind hearted and introvert, her world was her family and she can sacrifice anything for it where as Sejal was extrovert, an party animal, she was loud, fearless, bold and selfish. Her world revolved around her own desires, stub born attitude and dreams.

Six years ago, their lives were shattered when their father who was CID officer, accused of corruption, his life cut short by a bullet. A tearful young Shreya clinging to her father while Sejal stood at her place frozen in the hospital door. A family fractured, a truth buried deep beneath the weight of grief. The truth, it seemed, vanished with him, leaving only scars and unanswered questions leaving their mother heartbroken. 

To escape the painful memories their mom decided to move away from Mumbai however, Sejal refused to leave. Fueled by a burning desire for justice and a yearning to make a name for herself, power, money she joined the police force, determined to find her father's killer. She rose through the ranks, becoming a Crime Investigation Officer and eventually landed a coveted position as Inspector Sejal in the Mumbai CID. 

She saw her helpless father die and she did not wanted a life so ill-fated and make a name for her self where their mom and shreya settled in Ahmedabad as she owned a small shop of famous Surat sarees and shreya opened a play school.
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Shreya, now living with her mother in Surat, felt a deep longing for her twin sister. She missed Sejal's presence and worried about her, knowing the tough nature of her job. Their mother, too, was worried and wanted to see her daughter. One evening, Shreya looked at a photo of herself and Sejal, a bittersweet smile on her face.

Shreya : Sejal, kaisi hain tu? Theek hain na?

Tears well in her eyes when her mother entered the room, her face etched with concern as she looked at a framed photo of Sejal on her phone.

S.M: Shreyu beta, Ek baar Sejal se baat karde.

Shreya tried calling Sejal, but the call went unanswered. With a helpless look, she told her mother.

Shreya: maa, aap janti hain na CID ki job kitni tough hoti hain. Wo koi case mein hogi. Free hogi to aapko call karlegi aap fikar maat kijiye.

S.M:(hesitating)hu..hum mumbai chale usse milne?

Shreya's smile faltered, a flicker of pain in her eyes.

Shreya: Maa, Sejal ne kaha tha ki hum Mumbai kabhi na aaye, specially main. Usne kabhi kisi ko nahi bataya ki uski ek judwa bhen hain aur wo nahi chati ye baat kisiko pata chale so rehne dijiye.

S.M: Pata nahi, mera dil bohut ghabra raha hain.

Shreya:(holding her hand)Aap jaana chati hain to main Arjun se kehke aapki tickets karwadeti hu.

S.M: Tu yaha akeli rahelegi?

Shreya nodded as her mom quickly agreed but few days later, Shreya received the devastating news of Sejal's accident. She rushed to Mumbai, her world shattering once more. The accident brought the sisters together again, their lives forever intertwined by shared pain and a hidden secret. Seeing her mother's desperate hope, Shreya made a difficult decision. She would become Sejal, if it meant uncovering the truth and bringing justice to her sister.

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Shreya joined the Mumbai CID as Inspector Sejal, a brave and determined police officer. Her transformation was remarkable, leaving everyone stunned. Daya, the gruff but protective senior officer who initially disliked Sejal, began to feel a strange attraction to the new Inspector. Abhijeet, the astute and sharp-minded officer, observed the change in Sejal with a keen eye.

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The air in the dimly lit interrogation room felt thick with tension as Shreya, playing the role of Sejal, faced a suspect, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and fear. Her natural warmth and kindness clashed with the steely persona she was trying to maintain. She'd been playing this role for a week now, yet the weight of her deception was starting to feel unreal for her. 

Shreya:(controlling her smile, glared at the suspect)So, Mr. Singh. Aapke pass bohut secrets hain, kuch hume bhi batiye please.. (she sensed Daya's giving her a side eye as she bang the table with her hands)warna ye secret aapko kahi ka nahi rehne denge.

The suspect, a small-time blackmailer, gulped, his eyes darting nervously between Shreya and Daya, who was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, a scowl etched on his face. Daya had been giving Shreya the side-eye ever since the disastrous undercover mission at the restaurant, where she'd planted a very real kiss on his lips, sending his world into a tailspin. He wasn't used to women, especially not women who were as confident , unpredictable and attention seeker as Sejal.

Mr.Singh(stammered): Muj..Mujhe nahi pata aap kya keh rahi hain Inspector.

Shreya leaned forward, a flicker of Sejal's ruthlessness momentarily taking over.

Shreya : Don't play dumb with me, Mr. Singh. Hume aapke sare secrets pata hain(listing the things on her fingers)blackmail,extortion,threats.

Mr. Singh denied shaking his head when Daya took a step but Shreya signed him as she paused at his place flickering with her actions. She slammed a file down on the table, the impact echoing in the silent room.

Daya :(pushing his sleves up)Ye aise nahi batega.

Shreya :Mr.Singh aap shayad Daya sir ko jante nahi,(leaned forward with cold voice)Jab inke haath chalte hain na tab mujrimo ke daatho se piano bajne lagte hain.

Daya stared at Shreya, his heart pounding. He quickly turned back to the suspect, his expression hardening. Mr. Singh, overwhelmed by the combined pressure, confessed everything. Pankaj, Varun and Freddy documented the confession. As Shreya and Daya left the interrogation room, Shreya exuded a sense of accomplishment.

Shreya :(thinking, jumping in excitement)Wow..wow..maine Shreya ne itna bada case handle kiya. Maine aaj interrogation kiya..wowwww maine culprit ko bhi pakada. (patting her shoulder)Well done Shreya..

Daya:(cutting her off)What well done? Huh???(she looked at him confused)Tum ye mujhe 500 meter ki duri banake chalo.

Shreya:(confused)What?

Daya, shaken by the unexpected warmth in her eyes and her confident demeanor, quickly pulled away.

Daya : (snapping his fingers, controlling his anger)Tum dur raho mujhse, samjhi Miss. Sejal.

Shreya:(flipped her hair)Sure sir.

As Shreya left, Daya stood frozen, his heart racing. The image of her kiss at the restaurant flashed before his eyes, leaving him in a state of confusion and bewilderment.

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