Daksh Thakur's POV
My day begins before the city decides to wake up. 5:00 a.m. The apartment is silent, the kind of silence that feels earned. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame a sleeping skyline, the lights below flickering like something alive but distant. I stand near the glass, coffee untouched in my hand, watching a city that runs on ambition, fear, and timing. I understand all three. Control isn't something I practice. It's something I live by.
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