Hello everyone as this is my first book so it is not perfect as you expected but I can guarantee you that you're gonna love the thrill, suspense and not so expected plot. You just need to have some patience and enjoy the story because the initial chapters are an intro of the characters but the plot twist is waiting for you.
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Abhimanyu's POV
"Sir, you have a meeting with Mr. Jain regarding a new case at 11 a.m., then with Mr. Shukla at 3 p.m. Also, you asked me to remind you to visit Central Jail for the investigation of the Rahul Sharma case," my PA, Vihaan, informed me.
Vihaan had been working with me for five years, and his professionalism was unmatched. He never missed a detail.
"Anything else?" I asked, closing the file in my hands.
"Yes, sir. Your grandfather requested that you come home early today. He sounded serious, so I believe it's important."
I nodded, shifting my focus. "What about the post-mortem report on Rahul Sharma?"
"The report indicates that the murder was committed using two sharp objects, which suggests either two attackers or one person wielding dual weapons."
"Any details on the weapons?"
"Not yet, sir."
"Alright. You may go."
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After my meeting with Mr. Shukla, I made my way to Central Jail. Ten minutes later, Arushi was brought in.
"You're here," she said, her voice carrying exhaustion and impatience.
Arushi was Rahul Sharma's girlfriend—now the prime suspect in his murder. I had known her for the past two years, mostly because of her father, a well-respected advocate.
"How are you?" I asked, studying her face for any signs of distress.
She scoffed. "Are you seriously here to ask about my well-being? I'm not fine! I've been stuck in this hellhole for ten days, and the only so-called proof against me is that I was his girlfriend and broke up with him two days before his murder." Her frustration was palpable. "I want you to get me out of this fucking place."
"I'm doing my best, but I need information. Who do you think could have done this?" I asked, pulling out my phone and starting the voice recorder.
"There was no one who had a grudge against Rahul. At least, not that I know of."
"What was the reason for your breakup?"
"I caught him in bed with his secretary. Even after that, I forgave him, but then I found romantic chats with multiple women. He confessed, but I was stupid enough to believe he'd change. A leopard doesn't change its spots." Her voice was laced with bitterness.
I questioned her for another ten minutes before the jailer signaled that our time was up.
"The time is over. Take her back to the cell," he instructed his subordinate.
Arushi glanced at me with desperation. "Please do something."
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By 6:30 p.m., I was on my way to my family mansion. Though I usually stayed in my penthouse near my office for privacy, tonight I had no choice.
Upon arriving, I found my younger brother and cousins bickering in the living room.
"You SHIT! Why did you eat all my ice cream?" Dhruvika yelled.
"It was in the fridge, and no one told me it was yours!" Darshit defended himself.
"What's going on?" I asked, amused by the chaos.
"Bhai, this SHIT—" Dhruvika started, but I cut her off.
"Dhruvika, mind your language. He's older than you."
"Sorry, bhai," she pouted. "But he ate all my ice cream, and now there's none left! I want more."
"Fine. Order it online and use my UPI ID for payment. Happy now?"
Her face lit up. "Thanks, bhai! You're the best!" She twirled in victory, teasing the others.
"Bhai, can I order some too?" Darshit asked with puppy eyes.
"Me too?" Rishab chimed in.
"Fine, go ahead."
"THANK YOU, BHAI!" they cheered as I walked toward Grandpa's room.
Darshit acted like a kid with his cousins, but outside the house, he was a different person. He had completed his master's in London two years ago and was now handling the Progressive Youth Party (PYP) well. He still had a lot to learn—he was the future Chief Minister of New Delhi, after all.
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I knocked on the door.
"Come in," Dadu's deep voice called out.
As I entered, I found him smiling. That didn't reassure me. His expressions could be deceiving—whether it was good news or bad, he always carried the same look.
I touched his feet as a sign of respect. "How are you, Dadu?"
"Very well. Let's talk at the dining table. I have something important to discuss with everyone."
Dadu had always been my biggest supporter. While my father wanted me to take charge of the political party, He is the chief minister of new Delhi. In recent election this party has won. Dadu had stood by my decision to become a lawyer. Eventually, my family accepted it.
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At dinner, Chachi smiled at me. "When did you come, beta?"
"Half an hour ago, Chachi. Dadu wanted to talk to me."
"Acha, then have dinner with us. And you're staying the night," my mother declared.
"Okay, Mom. As you command." I missed this—having dinner with my family together.
Ten minutes into dinner, Dadu finally broke the silence.
"Hemant, do you know Sunil Mehta?" he asked my father.
"Yes, Dad. He's one of our party's investors. Why?"
"He met me the day before yesterday to invite us to his company's 50th-anniversary celebration. And..."
"And what, Dadu?" I asked, sensing there was more.
"He proposed Abhimanyu's hand in marriage to his only daughter, Shalini."
The dining table fell silent. Shocked glances were exchanged.
"What are your thoughts on this marriage?" Dadu asked the family.
"As you decide, Papaji," my mother said. "By the way, I'm very excited about Abhi's wedding. Finally, he's getting married!"
My chachi practically beamed. "Yes, it's time!"
The entire family chimed in their agreement.
"Hold on," I interrupted. "Is anyone going to ask me what I think?"
Dadu leaned back, his expression patient but firm. "Abhi, don't you think it's time you had a partner? I've been asking you for the past two years if there's someone in your life. If there is, tell us, and we'll arrange your marriage with her. But you've never said a word. I'm not forcing you into this marriage. Just attend the party tomorrow, meet her, and then make your decision."
"Fine. I'll go," I said.
I sighed. Dadu always had his way of getting people to agree with him. But marriage? A lifetime commitment to someone I don't even know? No. If I had to attend this party, I'd make sure Shalini rejected me first.
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After dinner, I spent some time reviewing case files before heading to bed.
Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.
Hope you guys like this chapter.
I will give you next update on this Wednesday.
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