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Backdrop:The nation is watching. Bright studio lights shine down on the debate stage, cameras rolling, every second being broadcasted live to millions. The air crackles with tension as two formidable opponents sit across from each other, ready for a verbal war.On one side-Advay Mehra, a powerful, calculating, and ruthless politician, his reputation built on strategy and an unshakable will. He leans back in his chair, exuding a cold confidence, fingers interlocked as if he already knows the outcome of this debate. His sharp gaze, full of arrogance, rests on his opponent.On the other side-Myra Sinha, a fearless journalist who thrives on truth and justice. Her posture is straight, her eyes burning with determination, her every move radiating defiance. She has spent years uncovering corruption, and tonight, she is here for a reckoning.The debate moderator clears his throat, addressing the audience,"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to tonight's most anticipated debate-Advay Mehra vs. Myra Sinha. The topic-political ethics, power, and the murder that has shaken the media industry. Let's begin."The tension in the room thickens.As soon as the moderator finishes, Myra leans forward, a smirk playing on her lips. Her voice is steady but sharp-"Mr. Mehra, before we talk about policies, let's discuss something more relevant. A journalist was murdered-one who was about to expose a major political scandal. And all evidence points to your party. Would you care to explain?"A hush falls over the room. The audience leans in. The cameras zoom closer.Advay doesn't flinch. Instead, he lets out a slow, almost amused chuckle. He picks up his water glass, takes a sip, and places it back down with deliberate calm. Then, meeting Myra's fiery gaze with his own piercing one, he replies,"Miss Sinha, I thought journalists believed in facts, not conspiracy theories. Unless, of course, you've switched to writing fiction?"And just like that, the battle begins.…
