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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.