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It was a Monday soaked in thunderclouds and caffeine. Delhi roared with morning chaos, autos honk like they were auditioning for a horror movie, chaiwalas shouting over cracked radio songs, and somewhere deep within the steel-and-marble heart of South Avenue, the city's most feared legal empire was stretching awake.
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