The park was quiet… eerily quiet.
It was late at night, and not a single soul was around... just a long, winding stretch of dim vintage streetlamps lining the cobblestone walking path. Abhimanyu strode deeper into the shadows, each step carrying his anger with it. His black shirt fluttered open at the top, the cool breeze sweeping across his bare chest.
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