CH 2 -SHERLOCK HOLMES

As days passed, Janvi spent countless nights poring over the reports she had collected. Her
mind was consumed with piecing together the scattered clues that could potentially unravel the
truth behind the mysterious disappearances. The more she researched, the more convinced
she became that something was deeply wrong. She couldn’t let go, no matter how dangerous
the path seemed.

One evening, unable to hold back any longer, Janvi shared her findings with her closest friend,
Prerna, who was both concerned and amused by Janvi’s obsessive pursuit of the story.

Prerna (teasingly): “Why are you stressing so much over this, Janvi? You’ve got other things to
focus on. Stop pretending to be Sherlock Holmes.”Janvi (smirking): “Sherlock solved mysteries. I’m just trying to save lives, Prerna.”
Prerna (sighing): “I get it, but powerful people don’t like being exposed. This could get messy.
Just… be careful, okay?”
Janvi (confidently): “I’m always careful. Don’t worry about me. Besides, someone needs to
speak up.”

Despite her friend’s warnings, Janvi couldn’t shake the feeling that she was onto something
bigger than herself. Over the following weeks, she ventured into the slums, spoke with locals,
and even revisited the hospital. Every piece of information seemed to confirm her suspicions,
and her determination only grew stronger.

One restless night, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She wrote an article, subtle in its
approach but clear in its implications. It didn’t directly accuse anyone, but it hinted at the dark
activities surrounding the hospital. She hoped that it would stir public interest and force
someone to investigate further.

The article spread quickly through social media, attracting the attention of local communities
and media outlets. But Janvi’s small victory was not without consequence. It landed on Kunal’s
desk, the last person she wanted to draw attention from.

In his private office at Pharmatech Industries, Kunal sat in a sleek, dark room, the walls exuding
power and control. His tailored suit fit perfectly, a symbol of his wealth and status. He sat with
the report in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other. He studied the article, a cold smile
creeping across his face.

Kunal (chuckling softly to himself): “Janvi Sinha… brave girl. Ah-ha. But bravery has no place in
my business.”
He placed the glass down slowly, leaned back in his chair, and turned to his assistant.
Kunal (calmly): “Let’s teach her a lesson. Nothing permanent, just enough to remind her who
she’s dealing with.”
Assistant (hesitating): “Are you sure? If we act too aggressively, the press might dig deeper into
this. It could backfire.”
Kunal (smiling coldly): “Let them dig. Let’s make sure she regrets every word she typed.
Sometimes, a little fear is all it takes to stop a storm before it starts.”

The next day, the atmosphere at ZX News turned chaotic. Men stormed into the newsroom,
knocking over desks and scattering papers. They were ruthless, and their threats sent waves of
fear through the office.

Henchman (pointing directly at Janvi): “So, you think you’re brave, huh? Writing about
Pharmatech and stirring the pot? Let this be your first and last warning. If you cross us again,
there won’t be anything left of your career—or you.”
Janvi’s colleagues shrank back, visibly shaken, but Janvi stood her ground. Her fists clenched at
her sides, her eyes burning with determination.
Janvi (firmly, without hesitation): “You can destroy my desk, you can wreck this office, but you
will never silence the truth. No matter how hard you try.”

The henchman laughed mockingly before turning and leaving the newsroom in shambles,
leaving a trail of destruction behind. His words hung in the air, a chilling reminder that Janvi had
stepped into dangerous waters.

Later that evening, Janvi sat alone in her apartment, staring at her laptop, the weight of the
situation sinking in. Her fingers hovered over the keys, but she had made up her mind. This
wasn’t just a story anymore; it had become a fight for justice.
Prerna (calling on the phone, panicking): “Are you insane, Janvi? They came to your office!
What if they come after you next? What will you do then?”
Janvi (calmly, almost detached): “Let them come. I’m not afraid. This isn’t just a story, Prerna.
It’s bigger than that. It’s about standing up for what’s right. I won’t back down now.”
Prerna (frantic): “You don’t have to do this alone. You don’t need to take on the whole world.”
Janvi (determined): “I can’t turn back. The truth is out there, and I’ll find it, no matter the cost.”
Meanwhile, back at Pharmatech Industries, Kunal sat back in his luxurious leather chair,
watching the chaos unfold in the newsroom on his surveillance feed. He swirled his whiskey, a
smirk playing on his lips.
Kunal (to himself, coldly): “Oh, Janvi… you’ve got spirit, I’ll give you that. But let’s see how far
that spirit takes you when you’re facing people who don’t play by the rules. This is only the
beginning.”

His words were a silent promise—one that Janvi would soon have to confront head-on. But for
now, she was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, her resolve stronger than ever