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Chapter 4

The rain had stopped, but Mumbai still smelled of wet concrete and diesel fumes. Yuvraj Bedi stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of his corporate tower, his reflection a ghostly imprint against the city’s skyline. The storm clouds mirrored the tension in his shoulders—tight, coiled, ready to break.

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