Prologue
The Khurana mansion, a symbol of power and legacy, stood quietly under the darkened sky. But within its walls, peace had become a fragile illusion. Secrets long buried were beginning to stir, their weight pressing down on those who had long forgotten them.
Maan Singh Khurana, ever the guardian of his family’s reputation, could sense the shift. There was something in the air...an uneasy stillness that clung to the mansion. The subtle tremors of a storm brewing, though no one had yet noticed. It was a feeling that gnawed at him in quiet moments, a creeping unease that wouldn’t let him breathe easy.
The family was together, but something was different. The laughter, the smiles...it all seemed to conceal a deeper truth. The kind of truth that could shatter everything they had built.
Then, the call came.
A death. A betrayal. A life cut short by hands that had once offered loyalty, now stained with treachery.
The news was swift, but its impact, devastating. And in its wake, a chilling realization settled in: the killer was someone who knew too much about them. Someone they trusted. Someone close.
As the night unfolded, the web of lies and deceit would tighten around them, leaving no one untouched. The search for the truth had begun, and in its shadow, nothing would remain the same.
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