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Shadows Of Us

A decade ago, "Arjun Malhotra", a ruthless billionaire, and "Meera Sharma", a determined woman with dreams of her own, shared a connection that was undeniable yet destructive. Arjun, terrified of emotional attachment, refused to acknowledge his love and instead made a cruel, inappropriate proposal that shattered Meera’s heart. Choosing self-respect over love, Meera walked away, vowing never to look back. Time moved on. Meera built a peaceful life with "Raghav", a kind-hearted man who gave her stability and love. She embraced motherhood, raising their daughter, "Aarini", and balanced her responsibilities with quiet strength. Meanwhile, Arjun buried himself in power, wealth, and fleeting distractions, yet nothing filled the void she left behind. Fate has other plans when Meera unknowingly takes a job at "Arjun’s firm", unaware that he is the one pulling the strings. The moment he sees her again, Arjun’s obsession reignites—this time, he refuses to lose her. Using his power, influence, and emotional manipulation, he weaves himself back into her life, determined to break the barriers she built. As Arjun orchestrates subtle manipulations—forcing late-night meetings, creating moments of doubt about Raghav, and playing on Meera’s emotions—she finds herself caught between the shadows of her past and the life she built. Her once unwavering resolve begins to tremble as old wounds resurface, and the man she once loved becomes an inescapable force in her world. With Raghav sensing the growing strain and Arjun relentless in his pursuit, Meera stands at a crossroads. Will she fight for the love she chose, or will the haunting pull of her past consume her once again? "Shadows of Us" is a gripping tale of love, obsession, and the dangerous allure of unfinished emotions—where the past refuses to stay buried, and the heart is forced to confront the shadows it once ran from.
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For Me, For Us, For Everyone

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.
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