Rain poured mercilessly over the old abandoned terrace, the sound of thunder swallowing the silence of the night. Dark clouds stretched endlessly across the sky while flashes of lightning illuminated the city below for brief moments before darkness consumed everything again.
Arvind Thakur stood near the edge of the terrace like a man being slowly destroyed from within. His white kurta clung tightly to his body, soaked completely by the rain. Wet strands of hair fell over his forehead as his trembling hands gripped them harshly, almost as if he was trying to stop his own thoughts from consuming him.
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