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Mumbai, February 14th
The rain-soaked streets of Mumbai's elite neighborhood, were eerily quiet. The only sound was the soft hum of luxury cars and the distant wail of sirens.
Rajiv Gupta's luxurious penthouse apartment, nestled in the heart of the city, was alive with music and laughter. The cream of Mumbai's society had gathered to celebrate Rajiv's 40th birthday. But amidst the champagne toasts and lavish decorations, a sinister plot unfolded.
In the private study, Rajiv's eyes widened as he stared at the papers on his desk. His mind racing, he dialed a number. "Rakesh, it's done. The documents are signed. The partnership is-"
A sudden crash silenced Rajiv's words. The door slammed open, and a figure loomed in the shadows. Rajiv's voice trembled. "Who's there? What do you-"
A chilling scream echoed through the penthouse. The music and laughter continued, oblivious to the horror unfolding mere feet away.
*The Next Morning*
Police Inspector Aarav Rathore stood at the entrance of Rajiv's penthouse, surveying the crime scene.
"A high-profile murder, no signs of forced entry or struggle," Aarav muttered to himself. "This was no ordinary killing."
The sound of high heels clicking on marble flooring announced the arrival of Avani Khurana, Rajiv's family lawyer. "What do we know, Inspector?" Avani asked, her eyes scanning the room.
Aarav's expression turned grim. "Not much, yet. But one thing's certain this murder will shake the foundations of Mumbai's elite." Avani's gaze drifted to the study, where Rajiv's lifeless body lay.
Little did she know, her own life was about to take a drastic turn.
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