Whispers in the Shadows

The city never sleeps.  Beneath the luminous glow of Mumbai’s sprawling skyline, amidst the swift movements of pedestrians and the cacophony of honking vehicles, and behind the façade of laughter and late-night excursions, a more sinister presence lurked.  A murmur in the shadows—stemming from jealousy, treachery, and a bitterness that festers unnoticed until it ultimately devastates all it encounters. Once upon a time, they seemed to have it all—dreams as vast as the Arabian Sea, heartwarming conversations at Marine Drive, and promises exchanged over steaming cups of cutting chai. They were united by their youthful spirit, shared ambitions, and the beautiful belief that their friendship would endure forever. The situation began subtly, resembling an unnoticed fissure in a mirror. A promotion that one individual rightfully deserved was awarded to another. Initially viewed as a trivial falsehood, it gradually evolved into something more malign. A whispered rumour emerged, far too convenient to ignore. Envy began to take root, distorting friendships into muted rivalries. Each accomplishment transformed into a source of animosity, and each setback was perceived as an unspoken triumph.