The private parking lot of Rajvanshi Enterprises had never seen a storm before—until now.
A sleek, obsidian-black car screeched to a halt, its engine growling like a beast awakened. The polished surface gleamed under the high-rise lights, mirroring a storm that hadn’t even stepped out yet.
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