The city had begun to whisper.
Not about its politicians. Not about its gang lords. But about one man—
Zanjeer.
For the poor, it was a word of hope.
For the powerful, it was a curse.

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The city had begun to whisper.
Not about its politicians. Not about its gang lords. But about one man—
Zanjeer.
For the poor, it was a word of hope.
For the powerful, it was a curse.

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