The skyline of New York glittered against the night, but Aditya Pradhan barely noticed. He stood on the balcony of his rented apartment, whiskey glass in hand, his expression carved in stone. To the world, he was the heir of Pradhan Software, a billionaire with everything at his command. To strangers, he was arrogant, dismissive, untouchable. And he liked it that way.
“People think they know me,” he muttered, swirling the amber liquid. “They don’t know a damn thing.”
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