The Fatal Frame: How Obsession, Betrayal, and a Forensic Mind Collided in a Deadly Plot

It started, as many grim tales do, with a body found. A Maruti Swift, smashed, lying in a deep ravine near Amravati. Inside, the lifeless form of 24-year-old Viraj Jayant Jawe. For a moment, just a moment, it seemed like a tragic accident—a young man losing control, a slip of the wheel on a desolate ghat road. But, you see, real life, much like a good mystery novel, rarely settles for the obvious. The police, bless their meticulous hearts, had a nagging feeling. And what a feeling it turned out to be.

What they soon uncovered wasn’t a random mishap, but rather, a chillingly calculated plot. A narrative spun from desperation, betrayal, and, perhaps most disturbingly, a deep-seated fear. At the heart of it all stood Priya R. Darvekar, a 21-year-old forensic science student—a background that, in truth, makes the entire scenario even more unsettling—and her ex-boyfriend, Shubham Diliprao Dhone, 23, an engineering student. Together, this unlikely pair stands accused of Viraj’s murder, and the motive? Those all-too-common digital demons: obscene videos.

It seems Viraj held something over Priya, something deeply personal and utterly humiliating—compromising videos, to be precise. He allegedly refused to delete them, using them, you could say, as a cruel leash. Imagine the torment, the feeling of being trapped. For Priya, the pressure must have become unbearable, driving her to a point of no return. And so, a dark alliance was forged with Shubham, her past flame, now a partner in a potentially fatal solution.

The night of May 19th became the stage for their desperate act. Viraj was lured, unsuspecting, to a secluded spot near Nagpur’s iconic Zero Mile monument. A few drinks were offered, perhaps to loosen inhibitions, to blur the edges of a terrible truth. Then, in the quiet of the night, Shubham allegedly acted. A laptop charger, innocuous in its original purpose, became the instrument of death, tightened around Viraj’s neck until life itself flickered out. It’s a stark, brutal image, isn’t it?

But the horror didn’t end there. Oh no, not by a long shot. The next phase was the cover-up, a clumsy dance designed to mimic fate. Viraj’s body was placed in his own Maruti Swift. Then, they drove. From Nagpur, all the way to that remote ghat road near Amravati. There, under the cloak of darkness, they pushed the car, with Viraj still inside, into the deep ravine. The hope, clearly, was that it would simply look like an accident, a tragic misstep on a dark road. And for a brief period, it almost did.

Yet, the threads of a lie, no matter how carefully woven, often snag. Viraj’s family, worried when he didn’t return, reported him missing. Police began to piece together his last known movements. Call detail records, those silent digital witnesses, and grainy CCTV footage—they started to whisper, then to shout. Priya and Shubham, it turned out, were deeply intertwined with Viraj's final hours. When confronted, the elaborate facade crumbled. Interrogation, that relentless pursuit of truth, finally brought forth their confessions.

The recovery of the laptop charger, the very tool of strangulation, sealed their fate, leaving little room for doubt. Both Priya Darvekar and Shubham Dhone now find themselves behind bars, facing the gravest of charges. This isn't just a news story, is it? It’s a chilling reminder of how quickly human desperation can curdle into something truly sinister, how the fear of exposure can push individuals to unthinkable lengths, and how, in the end, truth, however inconvenient or horrific, almost always finds a way to surface.