Across the street, Arjun stood leaning against his Royal Enfield, drenched but unbothered. He was the kind of man who looked like he belonged in a Mani Ratnam frame—quiet, intense, and seemingly waiting for something that hadn't arrived yet. Their eyes met through the curtain of falling water.
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