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Finally Home

As Srinu's last day at the hospital arrived, there was a palpable sense of relief and anticipation in the air. It had been three long weeks since he was admitted, and finally, he was ready to return home. His head injury had completely healed, thanks to the dedicated care of the hospital staff.

Ganga stood by his side, her eyes filled with love and gratitude, while their family members gathered around, eager to take him back to the comfort of their home.

As they prepared to leave, the attending doctor approached them with a warm smile, ready to bid farewell to his patient.

Doctor: "Well, Srinu, it looks like you're all set to leave us today. How are you feeling after these three weeks?"

Srinu: "I'm feeling much better, doctor. Thank you for everything."

Doctor: "I'm glad to hear that. Just remember to take it easy for a while as you continue to recover at home. And if you have any concerns or questions, don't hesitate to reach out to us or your primary care physician."

Ganga: "Thank you so much, doctor, for taking care of him all this time. We're truly grateful for your expertise and kindness."

Doctor: "It was my pleasure, Ganga. You've been a wonderful support for Srinu throughout his recovery. Take good care of him at home, alright?"

Ganga nodded with a smile, her gratitude evident in her eyes.

With heartfelt thanks and farewells exchanged, Srinu, Ganga, and their family made their way out of the hospital, ready to embark on the next chapter of their journey together, filled with hope and healing.
The homecoming party for Srinu was a joyous occasion filled with warmth, laughter, and love. As they stepped through the threshold of their home, greeted by the familiar sights and sounds, Srinu couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for his family and the comfort of home.

Ganga had worked tirelessly to prepare a delicious lunch for everyone, showcasing her culinary skills with an array of mouthwatering dishes. The aroma wafting from the kitchen only added to the anticipation of the feast to come.

Their family members had decorated the house with colorful banners and balloons, creating a festive atmosphere that lifted everyone's spirits. There were hugs, smiles, and heartfelt congratulations as they settled into the festivities.

As they gathered around the dining table, Srinu couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. Surrounded by his loved ones, he felt blessed to have such unwavering support and love.

Throughout the meal, stories were shared, laughter echoed through the rooms, and bonds were strengthened. It was a celebration of resilience, love, and the power of family.

In that moment, as he savored each bite of Ganga's delicious cooking and basked in the warmth of his family's love, Srinu knew that he was truly home.
As the afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow through the windows, the family's post-lunch chatter continued over cups of steaming tea. Srinu and Ganga sat side by side, surrounded by the warmth and affection of their loved ones.

The conversations were filled with laughter and reminiscing, as they shared stories and anecdotes from the past and caught up on recent events. It was a time of bonding and connection, reaffirming the strong ties that bound them together as a family.

With each passing moment, Srinu couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the love and support of his family. Their unwavering presence had been a source of strength and comfort throughout his recovery, and he knew that he was truly blessed to have them by his side.

As the tea cups emptied and the conversations began to wind down, it was time for their family members to take their leave. There were hugs and well-wishes exchanged, along with promises to keep in touch and visit again soon.

Srinu and Ganga stood at the doorway, bidding farewell to their family members with smiles on their faces and gratitude in their hearts. As the door closed behind them, they were left with a sense of contentment and peace, knowing that they were surrounded by love and support as they embarked on the next chapter of their journey together.
In the days following his medical procedures, Srinu's daily routine revolved around rest, recovery, and rehabilitation, with Ganga by his side every step of the way.

Morning began with Ganga gently waking Srinu from his slumber, her soothing voice and loving touch coaxing him awake. After a restful night's sleep, Srinu would slowly ease himself out of bed, with Ganga offering a supportive hand to help him steady himself.

Together, they would embark on a series of morning exercises prescribed by the doctors. Ganga would guide him through each movement, offering words of encouragement and praise as he made progress each day.

Following their morning exercises, Ganga would prepare a nutritious breakfast for Srinu, ensuring that he had the fuel he needed to kickstart his day. She would carefully plan each meal, taking into account Srinu's dietary restrictions and nutritional needs to support his recovery.

Throughout the day, Ganga remained by Srinu's side, attending to his needs and providing unwavering support. Whether it was helping him with his physical therapy exercises, assisting him with personal care tasks, or simply offering a listening ear, Ganga was always there, her love and devotion serving as a source of strength for Srinu during his journey to recovery.

In the evenings, Srinu and Ganga would spend quality time together, enjoying each other's company and cherishing the moments they shared. They would reminisce about their past adventures, dream about the future, and find solace in the simple joys of being together.

As the day drew to a close, Ganga would tuck Srinu into bed, her gentle touch and comforting presence lulling him into a peaceful sleep. And as they drifted off to sleep, hand in hand, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united in love and strength.

F.I.R

Few days Passed.

Srinu was in the kitchen with Ganga, helping her prepare breakfast, when his phone rang. Surprised by the call, he wiped his hands on a kitchen towel and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" he answered, a hint of curiosity in his voice.
Srinu: Hello?

security officer Constable: Good morning, Mr. Srinu. This is Constable Sharma from the local security officer station. I'm calling regarding the incident that occurred a few weeks ago, where you were attacked.

Srinu: Yes, Constable Sharma. How can I help you?

Constable Sharma: We've made some progress in our investigation, and I have some news to share with you. We've recovered your bike.

Srinu: (Surprised) Really? That's great news! Is it in good condition?

Constable Sharma: Yes, sir. We found it abandoned in the parking lot of the theater where you were attacked. It seems to be in good shape, not damaged at all.

Srinu: (Relieved) Thank you so much for letting me know, Constable Sharma. I appreciate your efforts.

Constable Sharma: You're welcome, sir. We'll need you to come down to the station to provide a formal statement about the incident and to collect your bike. Can you come in sometime today?

Srinu: Absolutely. I'll make my way there as soon as possible.

Constable Sharma: Perfect. We'll be waiting for you. Take care, sir.

Srinu: Thank you, Constable Sharma. Goodbye.

With a mixture of relief and anticipation, Srinu hung up the phone, eager to share the news with Ganga.
Srinu: Ganga, guess what? That was the security officer on the phone. They found my bike!

Ganga: (Excited) Really? That's fantastic news! Is it okay? Did they say anything else?

Srinu: Yes, they found it in the theater parking lot. And get this—it's not damaged at all!

Ganga: (Relieved) Oh, thank goodness! That's such a relief. I'm so glad they found it and that it's safe.

Srinu: Me too. I have to go down to the security officer station to give a statement and collect it. Are you coming with me?

Ganga: (Stirring a pot on the stove) I wish I could, Srinu, but I've got my hands full here. Plus, I'm sure you can handle it on your own, right?

Srinu: (Smiling) Yeah, I'll manage. But I'll miss having you there.

Ganga: (Turning to face him with a smile) Don't worry, I'll be here when you get back. And we can celebrate having your bike back in one piece together.

Srinu: (Nods) Sounds like a plan. I'll be back soon.

With a quick nod, Srinu heads out the door, leaving Ganga to continue her work in the kitchen. Though she couldn't accompany him, her support echoed in his mind as he made his way to the security officer station.

As Srinu boarded the bus to the security officer station, he found a seat by the window and settled in for the journey. The bus hummed to life, and the familiar sights of the city passed by outside the window. Despite the anticipation of retrieving his bike, Srinu's mind wandered back to the events of the past few weeks.

Thoughts of the attack and the hospital stay lingered in his mind, mingling with feelings of gratitude for his recovery and relief at finally being discharged. He couldn't shake the sense of unease about what had transpired and the unanswered questions that still lingered.
He quickly realized that the theater and under-construction building where the attack took place was in enroute between his home and security officer station.
As he traveled towards the security officer station, passing by the theater and the under-construction building where the attack took place, Srinu couldn't help but feel a surge of mixed emotions.

The sight of the theater brought back memories of that dreadful night, the fear and confusion still fresh in his mind. The thought of what had transpired there, the violence and the unknown assailants, sent a shiver down his spine.

As the bus rumbled past the under-construction building, Srinu couldn't help but steal a glance at the darkened structure. It stood there silently, a stark reminder of the danger that had lurked within its shadows.

Despite the unease that crept over him, Srinu remained determined to see this through. He knew that facing the security officer and retrieving his bike were crucial steps towards closure, towards putting this ordeal behind him once and for all. With a deep breath, he steeled himself for what lay ahead, ready to confront whatever challenges awaited him.

The security officer station stood tall and imposing, its red-brick facade weathered by years of duty. Positioned at a busy intersection in the heart of the city, it was a beacon of authority amidst the hustle and bustle of urban life. As Srinu approached its entrance, he couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension mingled with determination.

Upon stepping inside, he found himself in a spacious lobby adorned with wooden benches and metal chairs, where people sat patiently awaiting their turn. The air was permeated with the scent of stale coffee and the faint murmur of conversations echoing off the walls.

To his left, a row of glass windows marked the reception area, where officers attended to the needs of visitors with a blend of efficiency and stern professionalism. Behind them, a bulletin board displayed notices and wanted posters, reminders of the station's ongoing efforts to uphold law and order.

Directly ahead, a wide corridor led deeper into the building, lined with offices and interrogation rooms, their doors closed to maintain privacy. Srinu could hear the occasional click-clack of typewriters and the muffled sound of voices engaged in serious discussion.

As he made his way further inside, he passed by a holding area, where suspects sat on wooden benches, their expressions ranging from defiance to resignation. The air in this section was tinged with tension, a reminder of the station's role in maintaining peace and security.

Despite the somber atmosphere, there was an underlying sense of purpose that permeated the station – a commitment to serving the community and upholding the principles of justice. And as Srinu awaited his meeting with the investigating officer, he couldn't help but feel a surge of determination to seek answers and closure for himself and his loved ones.

A constable noticed him and approached with a courteous nod.

"Good morning, sir. How can I assist you today?" the constable inquired, his tone professional yet welcoming.

Srinu explained his purpose for being there, mentioning the phone call he had received regarding his bike. The constable nodded understandingly and gestured for Srinu to follow him.

"Of course, sir. Please follow me, I'll take you to the officer handling your case," the constable said, leading Srinu through the bustling station.

As they walked, Srinu's mind raced with thoughts of what he would say to the officer. He rehearsed his account of the events that had unfolded that fateful night, mentally preparing himself for the conversation ahead. With each step, he grew more determined to seek justice for himself and for Ganga.

Srinu entered the officer's office, his heart pounding with anticipation. The officer, a stern-looking man with a no-nonsense demeanor, glanced up from his desk as Srinu approached.

Officer: "Ah, Mr. Srinu, please have a seat. I assume you're here about the recent developments regarding the attack?"

Srinu: "Yes, Officer. I received a call about my bike being found. Is there any progress in the investigation?"

Officer: "Indeed. We have your bike in our possession, and it seems to be in good condition. But regarding the attack, our investigation is ongoing. We've been gathering evidence and following leads."

Srinu: "I understand. Have you managed to track down Javed and ChaCha?"

Officer: "Not yet, but we're actively pursuing all leads. We've intensified our efforts to locate them, and we're hopeful of a breakthrough soon."

Srinu: "Thank you, Officer. Please let me know if there's anything I can do to assist in the investigation."

Officer: "Will do, Mr. Srinu. In the meantime, I'd like you to provide a formal statement about the incident. It will help us in our inquiries."
Srinu nodded, his eyes fixed on the officer as he listened intently. Then, the officer reached for a file on his desk, the letters "F.I.R" emblazoned on its cover.

Officer: "This is a copy of the First Information Report (F.I.R) filed regarding the incident. It contains all the details of your statement and the initial findings of our investigation. Take a look and let us know if there's anything you'd like to add or clarify."

Srinu took the file, feeling a mix of gratitude and trepidation. He knew that this document held the key to understanding the official account of what had transpired that night. With a steady hand, he opened the file and began to read through its contents.

As he flipped through the pages, the officer reached into a drawer and pulled out a familiar object – the key to Srinu's bike.

Officer: "And here's your bike key, Mr. Srinu. We found it with your bike in the theater parking lot. It seems to be in good condition, thankfully."

Srinu's heart skipped a beat as he accepted the key, a glimmer of hope igniting within him. With the F.I.R in one hand and the bike key in the other, he felt a renewed determination to seek justice for himself and Ganga.

Srinu: "Thank you, officer. I appreciate all the effort you and your team are putting into this investigation. I'll make sure to go through the F.I.R thoroughly and let you know if there's anything else I can provide."

The officer nodded, a hint of respect in his gaze as he watched Srinu leave the room. As Srinu stepped out into the sunlight, the weight of the file and the key in his hands felt like a symbol of hope amidst the uncertainty that lay ahead.
As Srinu stepped out of the security officer station, the midday sun beat down upon him, casting long shadows across the pavement. He shielded his eyes with one hand as he made his way towards the row of vehicles parked behind the station, where his bike stood among others that had been recovered by the security officer.

Approaching his bike, he felt a mix of relief and anticipation. It was a familiar sight, yet it carried with it a weight of memories from the night of the attack. With a steady hand, he inserted the key into the ignition and turned it, eliciting a satisfying purr as the engine roared to life.

Glancing around, he noticed the other vehicles – some battered and bruised, others pristine and untouched. Each one told a story of its own, a testament to the myriad incidents and accidents that brought them here.

But amidst the sea of vehicles, Srinu's bike stood out to him – not just as a mode of transportation, but as a symbol of resilience and survival. It had weathered the storm of that fateful night, just as he had, and now it was ready to carry him forward into the next chapter of his life.

With a sense of determination, Srinu mounted his bike and revved the engine, ready to ride off into the unknown. He knew that the road ahead would be challenging, but he was determined to face it head-on, armed with the strength and resilience that had brought him this far. And as he set off into the bustling streets of the city, he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope for the future.

Back to square one

srinu on his way home, reached the theater which was in between security officer station and his house.

As Srinu approached the theater, a wave of memories washed over him, reminding him of the events that had transpired there just a few weeks ago. The marquee lights flickered overhead, casting an eerie glow on the surrounding buildings.

He slowed his bike as he passed by, unable to shake the feeling of unease that settled over him. The theater loomed before him, its darkened facade a stark contrast to the bustling streets around it. He couldn't help but glance towards the entrance, his mind replaying the events of that fateful night.

But he quickly shook himself out of his reverie, focusing instead on the road ahead. The theater faded into the distance behind him as he continued on his journey home, the hum of the engine beneath him a comforting presence.

Though the theater held dark memories, Srinu knew that he couldn't let them consume him. He had to focus on the present, on moving forward and rebuilding his life. And as he rode on, he felt a sense of determination wash over him, propelling him towards the brighter days that lay ahead.
Srinu's hands tightened on the handlebars as if they had a mind of their own, steering his bike towards the theater despite his conscious effort to keep going. His heart rate quickened, a mix of apprehension and curiosity flooding his senses.

As he approached the theater entrance, memories from that dreadful night flooded his mind. The darkness seemed to swallow him whole as he parked his bike nearby, the distant sound of traffic fading into the background.

He sat there for a moment, grappling with a myriad of emotions. Fear, anger, and frustration wrestled within him, threatening to overwhelm his resolve. But amidst the chaos of his thoughts, a spark of determination flickered to life.

With a deep breath, Srinu pushed open the door to the theater, steeling himself for whatever lay ahead. He stepped inside, the dimly lit lobby casting long shadows across the floor. Despite the eerie silence, he pressed on, his footsteps echoing off the walls as he ventured further into the building.

Though he knew he was revisiting a place of trauma, Srinu couldn't shake the feeling that he needed closure. He needed to confront the ghosts of his past head-on, to reclaim a sense of control over his own life.

And so, with each step forward, he steeled himself for whatever he might find, ready to face whatever demons awaited him in the darkness.
As Srinu stepped into the theater lobby, the weight of the FIR documents in his hand felt like a tangible reminder of the events that had transpired. Clutching them tightly, he made his way through the dimly lit space, the echo of his footsteps resonating against the walls.

The lobby was deserted, the once bustling area now eerily silent. Srinu's eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any trace of the chaos that had unfolded here weeks earlier. The memory of that fateful night lingered in the air, a palpable presence that sent shivers down his spine.

Despite the unease gnawing at him, Srinu pressed on, his determination unwavering. With each step, he felt a renewed sense of resolve, a desire to uncover the truth and find justice for himself and Ganga.
In the dimly lit lobby of the theater, Srinu stood, determined to find any clue that might shed light on the events of that fateful night.With a deep breath, he opened the file and began to skim through its contents, The document detailed the events of that fateful night, each line a stark reminder of the horrors he and Ganga had endured. As he read on, Srinu's heart pounded in his chest, the memories flooding back with every word.

He read about the initial call to the security officer, the frantic search for him and Ganga, and the eventual discovery of his unconscious body near the theater. But as he delved deeper into the document, he realized there were still many unanswered questions.

What had happened to Ganga after they were separated? Where were Javed and ChaCha now? And perhaps most importantly, why had they been targeted in the first place?

Despite his growing frustration, Srinu forced himself to read on, determined to find any clue that might lead him closer to the truth. With each passing moment, the urgency of his search intensified, driving him to scour every detail for any sign of answers.

But as he reached the end of the document, he realized that the answers he sought remained elusive, buried beneath layers of bureaucratic language and official procedures. With a sigh, he closed the file, the weight of disappointment settling heavy in his chest.
Finally a break through, in his 2nd reading of FIR. He found a flaw in the timeline of events which were documented in FIR
Srinu's heart raced as he stumbled upon the flaw in the FIR's timeline. It was a subtle discrepancy, easily overlooked by anyone who hadn't experienced the events firsthand. But to Srinu, it was like finding a needle in a haystack—a small but crucial clue that could unravel the entire mystery.

With a surge of adrenaline, Srinu carefully examined the details of the timeline once more. There it was, plain as day—a discrepancy that could only have been missed by someone who hadn't been there that night. It was a breakthrough, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of uncertainty.

Though he felt a pang of frustration at the oversight, Srinu also felt a surge of determination. He knew that this flaw in the timeline could be the key to unlocking the truth about what had really happened that night. With renewed vigor, he set out to investigate further, determined to uncover the answers he so desperately sought.

But even as he delved deeper into the mystery, Srinu couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of his mind. What other secrets lay hidden in the shadows, waiting to be discovered? And would he be able to uncover them before it was too late? With these questions weighing heavily on his mind, Srinu pressed on, knowing that the truth was within his grasp, if only he had the courage to reach for it.

Back in the Nightmare

With a furrowed brow, Srinu scrutinized the FIR document, his eyes tracing over the lines of text meticulously. As he read, a nagging sense of unease gnawed at him, like a puzzle piece out of place. Then, like a bolt of lightning, he spotted it—the flaw in the timeline of events.

His heart raced as he double-checked the details, unable to shake the feeling that something was amiss. The timestamp on the FIR didn't align with his memory of the events that night. It was a small discrepancy, easily overlooked, but to Srinu, it held significant weight.

Frowning, he pondered the implications. Why had the timeline been recorded incorrectly? Was it an honest mistake or something more sinister? Questions swirled in his mind, each one more urgent than the last.

With a sense of determination, Srinu decided to investigate further. He needed to understand why the flaw had occurred, to unravel the truth hidden within the pages of the FIR. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself for the task ahead, knowing that uncovering the answers would not be easy.

With a determined stride, Srinu left the theater and made his way towards the building where he and Ganga had been taken that dreadful night. As he walked, his mind buzzed with a sense of urgency. He needed to recreate the scene, to understand the timing of events accurately.

Reaching the building, he stood before it, feeling a shiver run down his spine. Memories of that terrifying night flooded back, but he pushed them aside, focusing on the task at hand. With a deep breath, he stepped inside the building, his senses on high alert.

Navigating through the dimly lit corridors, Srinu retraced the path he and Ganga had taken. Every corner, every turn, he committed to memory, determined to understand the sequence of events. Finally, he reached the spot where they had been attacked.

Closing his eyes, Srinu tried to visualize the scene as it had unfolded. He imagined the darkness, the fear, the sounds of struggle echoing through the empty halls. Slowly, he pieced together the events in his mind, aligning them with the flaw he had discovered in the FIR.

As he opened his eyes, a sense of clarity washed over him. He now knew what had gone wrong, why the timeline in the FIR didn't add up. With a newfound determination, Srinu resolved to set things right, to uncover the truth behind that fateful night. He started rereading the FIR.

Page 4 of FIR reads :

Heading: Timeline of the incident

Subject: Chain of events with timeline[ According to Ganga ]:

- 8:00 PM: Movie starts.
- 11:00 PM: Movie ends.
- 11:15 PM: Srinu and Ganga are attacked by Javed and ChaCha.
- 11:25 PM: Srinu and Ganga are taken to the building under construction.
- 11:40-11:45 PM: Javed and ChaCha steal Srinu's wallet, rings, watch, and Ganga's jewelry and phone.
- Around 11:50-12:00 PM: Javed and ChaCha leave them in the building and escape.
- 12:05-12:10 AM: Ganga finds Srinu still unconscious.
- 12:15 AM: Ganga runs out for help (Srinu's phone was broken).
- 12:20-12:30 AM: Ganga finds some locals and asks for help; they call for an ambulance and the security officer.
- 12:50 AM: The security officer reach the crime scene.

As Srinu sat in the dimly lit building, the FIR document rested in his hands, its pages illuminated by the faint glow filtering through the broken windows. With furrowed brows, he pored over the details of that dreadful night, each word etching itself into his memory.

His heart raced as he reached the section detailing the theft of his belongings. There it was, plain as day—the time stamped next to the disappearance of his watch: 11:40-11:45 PM. But Srinu knew this couldn't be right.

Closing his eyes, he retraced the events of that fateful night. He remembered the darkness of the building's interior, the rough hands dragging him across the floor, and the overwhelming sense of fear that had gripped him.

Then, as he reached the moment of awakening, a sudden realization dawned upon him. He recalled the sensation of his hand instinctively reaching for his wrist, the familiar weight of his watch greeting his touch. With a surge of determination, he glanced down at the timepiece, his breath catching in his throat.

The hands of the watch pointed decisively past 12:00 AM midnight, a clear contradiction to the time listed in the FIR. In that moment, a wave of relief washed over him, mingled with a newfound resolve. Armed with this revelation, Srinu knew he was one step closer to uncovering the truth behind that harrowing night. And with that knowledge fueling his determination, he set out to confront the shadows of the past, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

With the revelation of the flaw in the FIR, Srinu's mind buzzed with questions. Why had this mistake occurred? How could such a critical detail be overlooked? His desperation for answers spurred him to action, and as he glanced around the dimly lit building, his gaze landed on the surveillance cameras mounted in the corners.

A spark of realization ignited within him. The CCTV cameras! They could hold the key to unraveling the mystery of that fateful night.

As Srinu's eyes fell upon the CCTV camera installed in the building where he and Ganga were attacked, a surge of conflicting emotions washed over him. At first, there was a glimmer of hope—a flicker of optimism that perhaps this surveillance device held the key to unraveling the mystery surrounding that fateful night.

However, this hope was quickly overshadowed by a deep sense of frustration and anger. The sight of the CCTV camera served as a stark reminder of the glaring oversight in the security officer investigation—the failure to obtain crucial footage that could shed light on the events that transpired after the attack.

But why did the security officer access CCTV footage of the building? if they had accessed the footage, this mistake never would have happened ? he asked himself.

Srinu's mind whirled with questions as he pondered the oversight in the FIR and the lack of surveillance footage from the building. If the security officer had accessed the CCTV footage during their investigation, perhaps this mistake could have been avoided.

Frustration and confusion gnawed at him as he grappled with the implications of this realization. Why hadn't the security officer thoroughly examined all available evidence? Was there a lapse in their investigation, or were there other factors at play?

As he mulled over these troubling thoughts, a sense of urgency seized him. If the security officer had neglected to review the CCTV footage, what other crucial details might they have missed? And more importantly, how would he uncover the truth behind that night's events without access to this vital piece of evidence?

As Srinu delved deeper into the FIR document, Srinu's heart sank as he read the damning revelation in the last paragraph of page 7. The construction company, responsible for the building where he and Ganga had been attacked, had refused to share the CCTV footage with the security officer. Instead, they had taken the matter to court, presumably to protect their company's reputation.

Anger flared within him as he absorbed the implications of this discovery. The construction company's selfish actions had hindered the security officer investigation, potentially jeopardizing any chance of justice for him and Ganga. How could they prioritize their reputation over the safety and well-being of innocent victims? The construction company's fear of damaging their reputation stemmed from several factors, each contributing to their apprehension about releasing the CCTV footage of the crime that occurred in their building.

Firstly, the company was concerned about the potential negative publicity that could arise from the incident. News of a crime taking place on their premises could tarnish their image as a reputable and safe establishment. In an industry where trust and reliability are paramount, any association with criminal activity could severely undermine the company's credibility and trustworthiness in the eyes of the public, potential clients, and stakeholders.

Additionally, the company likely feared the repercussions of the incident on their business operations. A high-profile crime could deter potential clients from engaging with the company, leading to a decline in business opportunities and revenue. Existing clients may also express concerns about the safety and security of the company's facilities, potentially leading to contract cancellations or hesitancy to continue working with the company.

Moreover, the construction company may have been worried about legal liabilities and lawsuits resulting from the incident. If it was perceived that the company had failed to provide adequate security measures or ensure the safety of individuals on their premises, they could face legal action from victims seeking compensation for damages, injuries, or trauma suffered as a result of the crime.

In essence, the construction company's fear of damaging their reputation was driven by the potential consequences of negative publicity, loss of business opportunities, and legal liabilities arising from the incident. As a result, they may have opted to prioritize protecting their image and mitigating potential fallout over transparency and accountability, leading them to resist sharing the CCTV footage with authorities and the public.

Onto the next he found, his eyes scanned the details on page 8, where it was stated that the security officer had obtained CCTV footage only from the theater. A sinking feeling settled in his chest as he realized the gravity of the situation. The crucial evidence from the building where he and Ganga were attacked was missing.

The timestamp on the theater's CCTV footage confirmed that the attack occurred around 11:15 PM when Javed and Chacha had accosted them. This information aligned with his recollection of the events. However, without footage from the building, there was a significant gap in the investigation. The truth of what transpired in those crucial moments after the attack remained shrouded in mystery.

Frustration and helplessness welled up within Srinu as he grappled with the realization that vital evidence had been overlooked. If only the security officer had accessed the CCTV footage from the building, perhaps they could have uncovered more clues about Javed and Chacha's movements and their subsequent escape.

Determined not to let this setback deter him, Srinu resolved to take matters into his own hands. He knew that he needed to find a way to obtain the missing CCTV footage, even if it meant confronting the construction company and navigating the legal complexities. With newfound determination, he set his sights on uncovering the truth and seeking justice for himself and Ganga.

As Srinu mulled over the implications of the CCTV footage being the key to unlocking the truth behind the night's events, a sense of frustration and helplessness washed over him. The realization that accessing the footage through legal channels could be a lengthy and arduous process, fraught with challenges and potential roadblocks, only added to his sense of despair.

He understood that taking on a legal battle against a powerful construction company would be a daunting task, one that he might not have the resources or stamina to pursue. The thought of facing off against a well-funded and influential entity in the courts filled him with apprehension and doubt about the feasibility of achieving justice through conventional means.

Despite his desire for answers and closure, Srinu grappled with the harsh reality that the legal system might not offer a swift or satisfactory resolution to his predicament. The prospect of waiting years for a resolution, all while grappling with uncertainty and anxiety, weighed heavily on his mind.

In that moment of contemplation, Srinu found himself at a crossroads, torn between his thirst for truth and justice and the daunting challenges that lay ahead. With a heavy heart and a sense of resignation, he knew that he would need to find alternative ways to uncover the truth and seek justice for himself and his wife.

With the flaw in the FIR finally uncovered, Srinu's focus shifted to unraveling the truth behind the events of that harrowing night. Armed with the knowledge that the official account provided by the security officer was flawed, Srinu's determination to uncover the reality of what transpired only intensified.

But Srinu knew that to truly uncover the truth, he needed more than just his own recollection and observations. He realized that accessing the CCTV footage from the building where they were attacked was crucial to unraveling the mystery. However, he also understood that obtaining this evidence through legal channels would be challenging, if not impossible.

Undeterred by the obstacles ahead, Srinu began to explore alternative means of accessing the CCTV footage, contemplating risky but necessary actions to obtain the evidence he needed. With each step forward, his determination grew stronger, fueled by the need to uncover the truth and seek justice for himself and Ganga.

As Srinu wrestled with the dilemma of accessing the crucial CCTV footage, a glimmer of hope began to take shape in his mind. An idea, albeit risky, began to form—a plan that could potentially circumvent the legal obstacles standing in his way.

With newfound determination, Srinu mulled over the details of his plan, carefully considering each step and weighing the risks against the potential rewards. He knew that he needed to act swiftly and decisively if he hoped to succeed.​