Watson raised an eyebrow. "But why, Holmes?"
The sun was setting over the bustling streets of Chennai, casting a warm orange glow over the city. Sherlock Holmes, the renowned detective, sat in his armchair, puffing on his pipe, as he listened intently to his trusty sidekick, Dr. Watson.
"Of course, Mr. Raghuram," Holmes replied. "Pray tell, what's the nature of this problem?"
"Elementary, my dear Watson," Holmes replied. "Suresh was deeply in debt and stood to gain a large inheritance from Raghuram's business empire if Priya were to be eliminated. The strange letters and gifts were a ruse to throw us off his trail."