The rain had stopped, but Arnav Malhotra's mind hadn't.
He sat in the back seat of his black Mercedes, silent, as the city blurred past the tinted windows. His driver spoke once, twice—something about traffic—but Arnav barely heard him. His fingers still tingled with memory.
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