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... he rooftop of The Levitus Grand was unusually still at 3:12 AM. No staff. No music. No skyline parties. Just the wind brushing against glass rails and the distant hum of a city too busy to pause. High above that chaos, Nishanth stood alone beneath a quiet moon, one hand resting lightly on the edge of the balustrade, the other holding a small, folded piece of paper.
He opened it again — even though he’d read it ten times already.
It was the thank-you letter from a village boy in S ...
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