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Abhimanyu stormed into his study, fury boiling beneath his calm exterior. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey, pouring glass after glass, each one numbing his anger...but not his guilt. His hand trembled slightly as he poured himself another drink, the amber liquid swirling in the glass like the storm raging inside him.
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