A Shadow in the Night
The city was alive, buzzing with the energy of millions of people, but for Manvika Luthra, it all felt suffocating. Her heels clicked sharply against the polished marble floor of the newsroom, each step echoing her impatience. The files in her hand were heavy, weighing her down, but it wasn’t the paper that troubled her—it was the story. The story she couldn’t let go of.

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