The following morning, I was still buzzing from my meeting with Nikhil. The prospect of enhanced surveillance was invigorating, but I knew that waiting a week for the new setup was not an option. I needed more immediate insights into Mahir's life, and I had to find a different angle to get them.

As I sat in my office, reviewing the footage from the camera pen once more, I considered my next move. The footage had shown glimpses of Mahir's professional world, but I wanted to understand his private interests and relationships. One piece of information I had stumbled upon was a mention of Mahir's involvement in a private art gallery event. The article had hinted at a significant contribution Mahir was making, but details were sparse.

Determined to find out more, I decided to visit the gallery myself. I dressed in a sleek black dress and a tailored blazer, aiming for a look that would blend in with the gallery's exclusive clientele. The gallery was known for its refined atmosphere and high-profile patrons, making it the perfect setting to observe Mahir in a more personal context.

Arriving at the gallery, I was struck by its modern elegance. Soft lighting highlighted contemporary art pieces, and the air was filled with a mix of hushed conversations and clinking glasses. I mingled with the guests, making casual observations and looking for any sign of Mahir.

As I made my way through the gallery, I noticed the gallery owner, an older woman with a sharp demeanor, engaging with guests and occasionally glancing toward a private room at the back.

Curiosity piqued, I followed her discreetly. The room seemed to be the focal point of the evening, and I wanted to see what was happening behind those closed doors.

In a quieter corner, I overheard a conversation between the gallery owner and a well-dressed man. They were discussing a new acquisition and mentioned Mahir Singhania's upcoming involvement in a private viewing. The excitement in their voices was palpable. It was clear that Mahir's presence was a significant event for the gallery.

I knew this private viewing could be a goldmine for uncovering more about Mahir. If I could gain access, I might catch glimpses of him outside his usual business environment. I decided to take action and find a way in.

Leaving the gallery, I contacted Nikhil again. "Nikhil, I've discovered that Mahir will be attending a private viewing at the gallery. I need your help to get an invitation or find another way to gain access."

Nikhil's response was prompt and encouraging. "I'll see what I can do. It sounds like an important lead. I'll work on getting you into the event.

The next day, I returned to the gallery under the guise of a casual visitor. As I wandered through the exhibits, I overheard snippets of conversation from other guests discussing the upcoming private viewing.

Apparently, it was going to feature some highly anticipated artwork, and Mahir's name was frequently mentioned with a mix of admiration and curiosity.

I overheard one guest saying, "Mahir's involvement is really raising the profile of this event. I hear he's been very involved in the selection process."

Another commented, "He's always had an eye for art. I'm curious to see which pieces he's championed this time."

This added layers to my understanding of Mahir's interests. His involvement in the art world seemed more profound than I had initially realized. It wasn't just a social engagement; it was a significant part of his personal and professional life.

That evening, as I prepared for the private viewing, Nikhil called with good news. "Ritika, I've managed to get you an invitation. You're on the guest list for the private viewing tonight."

I was thrilled. "Thank you, Nikhil. I owe you one."

At the private viewing, the atmosphere was even more exclusive and opulent. The gallery was filled with a select group of high-profile guests, each one more glamorous than the last. I scanned the room, my eyes searching for Mahir amidst the crowd.

After a few moments, I spotted him. Mahir was engaged in animated conversation with a group of art critics and collectors. He was dressed in a sharp suit, his charisma undeniable. As I observed him, I noted how he effortlessly navigated the social circles, his presence commanding attention and respect.

I made my way closer, pretending to admire a nearby piece of art. As I moved, I overheard Mahir discussing one of the featured artworks with a collector. His insights were insightful, revealing a deep appreciation for art that went beyond mere aesthetics. It was clear that Mahir's involvement was not just about prestige; it was a genuine passion.

The evening progressed, and I took mental notes of Mahir's interactions. He seemed genuinely engaged with the people around him, but there was a distance, a careful balance he maintained. It was as if he was always on stage, performing his role with precision.

As the event drew to a close, I knew I had gathered valuable information. Mahir's passion for art, his social adeptness, and his ability to maintain an enigmatic presence were all crucial pieces of the puzzle. I felt a mix of satisfaction and anticipation. The more I learned about Mahir, the more my obsession deepened.

With a final glance at Mahir, I left the gallery, my mind already racing with thoughts of how to use this new information. The private viewing had been a success, and I was one step closer to unraveling the enigma of Mahir Singhania.
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AN : Hi butterflies, I hope you are enjoying the story.

At first mostly chapters will be in Ritika's POV.. It will shift to Mahir's eventually 🥀
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