Prologue:

As the 68th Miss World edition unfolded on the TV screen, Anika and Shivaay sat in silence, the air thick with tension. Anika, sensing Shivaay's somber mood, attempted to lift his spirits, running her fingers through his hair.

"Missing Omkara?" she ventured.

Shivaay's response was a terse exhale. Anika, undeterred, fetched a bottle of wine from the kitchen, pouring two glasses with a seductive glance at Shivaay, who remained aloof, retreating upstairs to his room. Anika followed, only to find the door locked.

"Shivaay?" she called, pounding on the door.

"Leave me alone, Anika!" his voice boomed in response.

Undeterred, Anika persisted, met with a forceful push from Shivaay that sent her tumbling, a cry escaping her lips as she hit the floor. Nursing her wound downstairs, she was startled by strange noises emanating from their room. Rushing back upstairs, she pounded on the door, and met with eerie silence. Peering through the keyhole, she called out Shivaay's name, her voice echoing through the house like a haunting melody.

With the help of servants, the door was forced open, revealing a chilling sight: Shivaay, suspended from the ceiling fan, lifeless, a noose around his neck. The servants stood frozen, shock etched across their faces, as Anika's anguished scream pierced the air.

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