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In the fast-paced life of Mumbai, only the lucky ones get to sleep peacefully. And perhaps, this isn't just true for Mumbai but for every city, every place, and every person—whether rich or poor, everyone has their own struggles. Some choose to show them, while others hide them. Each person has their own way of facing difficulties. In this story, we will witness the lives of such people.
There was a building named Sunrise in Mumbai's Goregaon, and on the 12th floor, in flat number 148—a small 1BHK apartment—lived two brothers, Shaurya Mehta and Manik Mehta. Let's meet them.
"Do you know what I don't like?"
Shaurya, with an innocent face, messy short hair, and deep black eyes, looked as mischievous as he was innocent. Though he was 24 years old, at that moment, he was watching Doraemon. An incident a few years ago had changed his life. Due to a brain injury, he often suffered from episodes of mania.
"Hmm… I think I can guess. Is it our landlord?" Manik called out from the kitchen while preparing dinner. His face was as innocent as it was captivating. One smile from him could make anyone fall for him. At 26 years old, he had small expressive eyes, tousled hair falling over his forehead, a sexy physique, and a cute pair of glasses behind which his hazel eyes sparkled. Uff… His charm was enough to make anyone lose themselves. He was a junior chef at a prestigious hotel, "Dark World", known as Mumbai's best hotel. Its specialty was creativity, which helped it improve year after year. The hotel had multiple branches.
"Wrong answer! The right answer is—girls! When they get lost in my beautiful face, just staring at me, and then… and then, in the end, they just say, 'Oh, you are so cute, Bhaiya!' and leave. Ouch… that really hurts, Manik, my friend!" Shaurya's expressions resembled a celebrity exhausted from dealing with fans.
"You idiot! I'm your elder brother. Stop calling me 'friend'!" Manik shouted, making Shaurya pout.
Just then, a car racing scene appeared on the TV, and Shaurya lost control. Fear took over his face, and he curled up on the sofa, screaming.
"No, no! Mom, Dad! No! Someone, save me…!"
Sweat dripped from his forehead—he was having a panic attack. Manik rushed to him, trying to hug him, but Shaurya resisted. Still, Manik forcefully embraced him. After a while, Shaurya calmed down and eventually fell asleep. Tears welled up in Manik's eyes—he couldn't bear to see his brother like this.
A little later, Manik covered the food and went to his room, standing by the window and gazing at the moon.
"I am the most unfortunate person in the world. Forgive me, Shaurya… I am responsible for your condition."
Manik blamed himself for what had happened to his brother. But why?
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Meanwhile, in Mumbai's most posh area, where only eight luxurious mansions stood, there was one named "Dark Palace"—the home of the owner of "Dark World" hotel. A place where peace reigned, and no noise ever dared to disturb it.
"Anisha! Are you listening? Where are you? Come out, you coward! Come face me!"
A middle-aged woman stormed into the living room, shouting angrily. She looked rich—dressed in branded clothes, expensive shoes, carrying a designer purse, and wearing heavy makeup, as if desperately clinging to the last moments of her youth.
"How dare you enter my house and yell at me? Security! Security, where the hell are you?"
Descending the stairs was a 25-year-old woman—stunningly beautiful like a celestial being, but her deep black eyes held only emptiness and cruelty. It was said that she was cursed, possessed by a dark shadow, which was why she always remained alone and angry. She had no family ties, no friends.
"Madam, she is your aunt. How could we stop her?" The guard hesitated, keeping his head down.
"So tomorrow, if some random beggar claims to be my relative, will you let them in too? Do you value your life? And you, you filthy wretch—don't ever set foot in my house again, understood?"
Anisha's words were as sharp as her mind. No one had ever been able to escape the piercing gaze of her eyes. Perhaps, this was the reason behind her immense success.
"How dare you insult your own aunt? Do you have no manners at all, you crazy girl? The check you gave me bounced! If anything happens to my daughter, I won't spare you!"
Urmila Singhania, Anisha's aunt by relation, but Anisha had left the Singhania household years ago.
"People like you are always the same, Mahakaal. When you needed money, you folded your hands before me, and now, when it's time to return it, you put on this act. But you forget, you wretched woman—I made you sign legal papers, and I recorded a video when you took the money."
Anisha climbed the stairs as she spoke.
The moment she left, the guards grabbed Urmila's arms and began dragging her out. She screamed, but Anisha remained indifferent. Perhaps she was a devil who had been born in the wrong realm.
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Under the cover of night, though Mumbai is said to be a city that never sleeps, crimes always find their way in silence. For these crimes, the mafia world existed—"Red Twilight", the most powerful mafia gang.
"Thakur's men have changed the location for the drug deal at 3 AM."
A deep, commanding voice spoke. Shiv, a well-known name in the mafia world—strong in both appearance and tone. Around 28 years old, he was the most trusted and closest confidant of "Red Tiger", the head of Red Twilight.
"They changed the place. You change the plan."
With that, Red Tiger walked away. Shiv understood what had to be done.
Everyone had a past. But what was theirs? Who was Red Tiger? Would Anisha's life remain the same? And what had happened to Shaurya and Manik?
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