As Aarohi and Ivan dive deeper into the investigation, the tension in the air thickens.
Aarohi leaned over the table, her fingers tracing the edges of a grainy photo that lay between the scattered documents. Her eyes narrowed. “This can’t be possible.”
Ivan, standing by the window with his arms crossed, remained silent, his gaze distant. The dim light from the setting sun cast long shadows across the room, giving the space an eerie, almost oppressive atmosphere.
The photograph was unmistakable—an image of Aarohi’s uncle, Ajay Suryavanshi in a clandestine meeting with a notorious figure from the underworld, a man both families had sworn to keep at bay: Salvatore Greco, a name whispered in fear within the mafia circles. The same man was rumoured to be behind the murder they were investigating.
Aarohi’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Why would my uncle meet with him? What is he hiding?”