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Outside, the city is a beast that eats days and leaves behind pockets of light. The camera follows them through its belly — narrow stairwells that smell of jasmine and machine oil, a late-night chai stall where the server still remembers their order from years ago. There are moments of levity: an impulsive laughter that spills into a rainstorm, neon reflections painting their faces in comic-strip reds and blues. But every laugh has a shadow pulling at its hem, a weight that keeps them rooted to choices they try to unmake.