By Sundari Venkatraman
Jayant Mathur is located murdered in his mattress, shot at point-blank variety along with his personal revolver. although she’s super disturbed via his loss of life, Jayant’s spouse Anjali is much extra disillusioned approximately whatever else. Who stands to achieve via killing the rich person businessman?
Parth Bhardwaj is a pal and neighbour of the Mathurs. Parth is an writer who is going through a pseudonym. He seems to be greater than a chum to Anjali; whereas he’s additionally on sturdy phrases along with her son Arjun who lives and stories within the united kingdom. What function does he play in Anjali’s existence? Jayant’s family are curious to know.
Jayant’s brother-in-law Rana is confident that Parth and Anjali are the murderers. yet Inspector Phadke has his personal doubts approximately this concept. In comes Samrat, the non-public detective who appears to be like as quiet as a mouse. Will he be capable to locate the murderer?
Will Anjali locate happiness and peace?
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An Autograph For Anjali by Sundari Venkatraman