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Vishal was once a top cop—smart, funny, and fearless. But after his younger brother mysteriously disappeared during a secret case, everything changed. Leaving the police force behind, Vishal now works as a private detective, solving strange and dangerous cases all over India.

He’s joined by Rajesh, a serious police officer who respects Vishal’s sharp mind (even if he never admits it), and Shilpa, a clever and kind-hearted assistant who slowly becomes more than just a teammate.

Each volume in the series features 4 to 5 thrilling cases—from missing people and stolen secrets to deadly conspiracies. But behind it all is one mystery that keeps haunting Vishal: what really happened to his brother?

As they dig deeper, the team uncovers dark secrets that connect everything. The truth is bigger—and more personal—than they ever imagined.

This is a story of crime, action, comedy, and friendship… with a mystery that unfolds one shocking piece at a time.

Shadow Case: Vishal Chronicles

The next morning, Vishal stood in front of Krishna Bank, clutching the locker key like it was a memory someone left in his hand.

Shilpa looked at him sideways as they entered. "Do you have an actual account here?"

"I have an actual face that looks tired enough to be trusted," Vishal replied.

"You also still owe rent. Don't forget."

"Please, no rent talk before 10 a.m. It makes my coffee curdle."

Inside, the bank felt overly sanitized — marble floors, buzzing fans, a suspiciously friendly manager. A few clicks on the old computer system, and Vishal managed to convince them that he was "authorized" to access Locker 403, supposedly "on behalf of the family."

Shilpa whispered, "That's... not true."

"I didn't say which family. Could be a pigeon family. Very private people."

The vault smelled faintly of rust and lemon-scented polish. The manager led them to the locker, unlocked the outer chamber, and said, "Please don't take long. CCTV is watching."

"Sir," Vishal said, "this is a bank vault. I'm already scared enough."

Inside: a sealed brown envelope. Thick. Heavy.

Vishal slipped on gloves and opened it carefully.

Files. Dozens of them. Labeled with names. Some typed, some handwritten.

"Project Raghu — Jan 2019""Mandovi Power – land scam""Internal Affair – CP level – DO NOT COPY"

And one, shoved between the rest like it didn't belong.

Shilpa gasped softly. "He was tracking you?"

Vishal opened it. Inside were photocopies — reports from his early career, old photos of him at crime scenes, notations written in a distinct, cursive style.

"He was documenting my work," Vishal said, stunned. "Cross-referencing how my cases overlapped with theirs."

A photo. Of a young man standing beside Vishal. In uniform.

Vishal's face changed. His shoulders dropped. Hands tightened.

"Connection to Vishal's brother still unclear. Tracks end in Aurangabad, 2020. Discreet tip-off points toward internal suppression. Watch Vishal if case reopens."

Vishal whispered the last line to himself.

"Watch Vishal if case reopens."

Shilpa stood still, voice low now. "That means... Raghunandan was looking into your brother's case too."

"And didn't tell me," Vishal said bitterly.

Vishal quickly gathered the files into his bag. "Let's not stay to find out."

As they walked toward the vault exit, they noticed something strange — the CCTV screen near the vault door was off. Just static.

They hurried out of the bank. Vishal didn't look back.

In the car, he sat quietly. Then, finally said:

"We need to find the person who tipped Raghunandan about my brother. Someone else knows. Someone inside."

Shilpa nodded. "You think that's what got him killed?"

"I don't know," he said. "But I just stopped believing in coincidences."

The Locker That Shouldn’t Exist