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12. Race

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That night, Aaransh stood near the door with his car keys wrapped loosely around his fingers, his expression unusually serious, as if he had already stepped into a battlefield in his mind long before leaving the house. His eyes carried a sharp focus that did not belong to someone going out for fun. This was not about thrill. This was about settling something that had been sitting inside him for too long.

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