The city had forgotten him.
Years rolled on, and Vijay became just another nameless figure moving through its crowded streets. But beneath his silence, a storm was waiting—sharp, restless, unyielding.
The boy who once sat on the doorsteps of pity was gone.
In his place stood a young man with fists like iron and eyes that carried the weight of unshed tears.
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