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Chapter 8

The coffee in Dhruv's cup had long stopped steaming, its surface reflecting the dim lighting of his private office like a dark mirror.

Across the mahogany desk, Akash shifted uncomfortably in his chair, the usual playful glint in his eyes replaced by rare seriousness.

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