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PART 1

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In a dimly lit room, a man was bound to a chair, his shirt sticking to his body from a mixture of blood and sweat. Confident footsteps resonated in the darkness, and the man's eyes widened as Vivaan Singh Rathore approached, his expression unwavering.

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