By Sundari Venkatraman
Jayant Mathur is located murdered in his mattress, shot at point-blank diversity together with his personal revolver. although she’s super disturbed by way of his demise, Jayant’s spouse Anjali is far extra disenchanted approximately anything else. Who stands to realize by means of killing the mogul businessman?
Parth Bhardwaj is a pal and neighbour of the Mathurs. Parth is an writer who is going by way of a pseudonym. He appears to be like greater than a pal to Anjali; whereas he’s additionally on stable phrases together with her son Arjun who lives and stories within the united kingdom. What position does he play in Anjali’s lifestyles? Jayant’s family are curious to know.
Jayant’s brother-in-law Rana is confident that Parth and Anjali are the murderers. yet Inspector Phadke has his personal doubts approximately this concept. In comes Samrat, the non-public detective who looks as quiet as a mouse. Will he be capable to locate the murderer?
Will Anjali locate happiness and peace?
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