"Yes… fine. You want the truth? I’ll tell you the truth. Deepak wasn’t the great man you all think he was. He was my twin, my colleague, and a thief. Every idea I had, he stole them. He polished them with his smile and published them under his name. Do you know how it feels to be treated like the shadow of your own brother? To work in silence while the world calls him brilliant. I hated him for it. I loved him too, but the hatred burned stronger every day.

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When I saw that he had published my most recent work as his paper, I just wanted him dead. We had a terrible argument when I heard of it. He's lack remorse made my anger worse. I knew Diya always served his tea at 3:15. It was routine. I knew that if I went in just before then, I would have enough time to strike and vanish before the tray arrived, and suspicion would fall on her. So that day, I went to Maria's grocery for my cover. Instead of staying for coffee & cake, I rash drove home. Just in time! I slipped in from the backyard, climbed in the window, and picked up that heavy globe from his study, and I didn’t even hesitate. One blow. He staggered, and that was it. Years of my work being paraded as his collapsed into silence in that moment.

My plan was perfect except I forgot Malt was closed that day. You caught me because of that, didn't you. That stupid, stupid mistake… the smell, the memory, I clung to it like an alibi. But it betrays me now.

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So there. That’s my truth. I killed him. Not because I wanted his death, but because I couldn’t live one more day under the weight of his success, built on my stolen work. He thought he owned me. But now? Now the world will know who he really was."