Darshil arrived at an isolated warehouse on the city's outskirts. Inside, the dim light revealed Nick, bound to a chair, his face bruised and hands tightly tied with thick ropes. Daksh and Rakshit stood on either side of him, their expressions as cold as steel. When Nick spotted Darshil entering, a flash of fear flickered across his face.
Darshil's gaze was sharp, his eyes filled with rage that simmered just below the surface. He moved deliberately, taking a seat opposite Nick and tossing a thick file onto the table between them. The papers inside landed with a loud thud, making Nick flinch. Darshil leaned forward, his voice dangerously calm.
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