Mumbai Hoarding Collapse: The rescue operation stopped after 60 hours, person putting up illegal hoarding was arrested; A total of 16 people lost their lives in the accident
Mumbai Police has arrested Bhavesh Bhide, director of advertising agency Ego Media Private Limited, responsible for putting up hoardings in the Ghatkopar area. The bodies of a retired General Manager (GM) of Air Traffic Control (ATC) and his wife have been found in the debris of illegal hoardings that fell on the petrol pump due to a strong storm. In this way, the total number of people killed in the accident has reached 16, while more than 75 people have been injured.
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