The city’s pulse beat relentlessly beneath the cerulean cloak of night. Neon signs blinked in kaleidoscopic bursts while skyscrapers sliced through the twilight, their gleaming glass facades mirrored in river waters winding through the urban jungle. It was eight o’clock—the hour when the city’s vibrant heartbeat quickened, every street alive with motion, every alley whispered secrets in the siren-lit haze.
Amidst this frenetic tapestry, a sleek black car glided almost silently. Its polished sheen reflected the vibrant cityscape, wheels humming a steady lullaby against the asphalt. Inside, Kabir Roy sat statuesque—a figure carved from power and precision. Cloaked in a tailored black blazer that fit snugly over the broad expanse of his shoulders, his crisp white shirt’s collar peeked sharpl
