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Aryan hit the ramp.

"I like to make an entrance, Kabir," Aryan replied, scanning the suspension cables. "Just like you."

Standing by a black sedan, clapping slowly, was a man in a long coat.

"You passed," Kabir said, his voice carrying over the wind. "You have the instincts of a hunter, Aryan. But do you have the heart?"

For a second, the world went silent. The rain seemed to hang suspended in the air. The bike was airborne, soaring over the dark, churning water below. The city lights of Mumbai twinkled like diamonds in the background.

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