He started driving.
He was angry. His knuckles were turning white from gripping the steering wheel a little too tight. The visuals of her wearing someone else's name made lava flow through his veins.
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In the hauntingly misty hill town of Darbaal, cloaked in folklore and fading secrets, the body of a young businessman is found hanging in his luxurious estate. The police are quick to mark it as a suicide — clean cut, no signs of struggle. But something about the scene feels too perfect. Enters Rudraksh Sharma, a reclusive genius with a photographic memory and unmatched deductive skills. Known for solving the unsolvable, he’s been off the grid for two years — until this case pulls him back. But it’s not the case that lures him — it’s Inspector Samaira Mishra, the sharp, ambitious junior detective assigned to the scene. Rudraksh has been secretly following Samaira’s work ever since she cracked a high-profile drug cartel case. To her, he’s just a brilliant, arrogant misfit. To him, she’s the only mind that sparks his — and the only heart he’s never been able to read. As they investigate together, each clue in the case draws them closer to a truth more twisted than either expected — and to each other. But Samaira begins to suspect that Rudraksh may know more than he’s letting on ,about the victim, about the case and even about her. Because when a man with perfect memory keeps secrets, they’re never by accident.
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