Nevan Ranawat erupted from his room like a caged beast finally unleashed, his muscled frame barely contained by a sweat-stained vest and shorts. Raw fury radiated from him in waves, his jaw clenched so tight the tendons stood out like steel cables beneath his skin. The corridor seemed to darken with his presence, as if the very air recoiled from his rage.
"Ah, the almighty Nevan," Tanishq's voice sliced through the tension, dripping with mock reverence. "Tell me, does stomping around half-naked make you feel more intimidating? Or is this just another one of your famous... temperamental episodes?"
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