The massive wrought-iron gates of the Rajvanshi Mansion glided open with a silent, mechanical hiss, allowing the sleek black vehicle to slice through the dense evening shadows of the estate.

​Adhvik stepped inside the cavernous, marble-floored hallway, the heavy silence of the house instantly wrapping around him. He looked visibly drained, the relentless corporate warfare of the past forty-eight hours finally carving faint lines of exhaustion around his eyes.

His premium charcoal suit coat hung loosely over his left forearm. His shirt sleeves were carelessly rolled up to his elbows, revealing vein-lined forearms, and the top two buttons of his black silk shirt were unfastened, offering a glimpse of his sharp collarbone.

His usually immaculate, gelled dark hair was beautifully messy, a few errant strands falling over his forehead.

​He collapsed onto the deep leather sofa in the center of the grand hallway, leaning his head back against the cushion and closing his eyes for a brief, heavy moment.

​Hearing the familiar heavy stride, a young maid stepped out from the adjacent gallery, her movements quiet and respectful. She carried a silver tray hosting a single condensation-beaded glass of ice water "Sir, water," she murmured softly, stepping into his line of sight.

​Adhvik opened his eyes slowly, the dark iris catching the amber glow of the chandelier. He picked up the glass, his fingers wrapping around the cold crystal, and drank it in slow, measured sips, letting the freezing liquid ground him.

As he set the empty glass back onto the tray and stood up to head toward the grand spiral staircase, the maid spoke up hesitantly, "Sir... wo dinner mein kya banana hai? (What should I prepare for dinner?)"

​Adhvik paused on the first step, turning back toward her with a faint, unusually relaxed expression softening his features "You don't need to cook today," he said, his voice a low, gravelly baritone "Atharav aata hi hoga (Atharav must be on his way). We will cook together tonight."

​Without waiting for her response, he turned and walked upstairs, his heavy footsteps echoing softly against the polished wood.

​His private suite was immense and flooded with a beautiful contrast of light ; the architectural warm, recessed LEDs tracing the ceiling, and the sharp, silver moonlight spilling through the massive, floor-to-ceiling open windows.

The cool night air swirled inside, rustling the sheer drapes. Adhvik quickly stripped away the remnants of his corporate armor. He freshened up, washing the dust of the city off his face, and changed into a pair of comfortable, loose grey sweatpants and a well-fitted black t-shirt that clung to his broad shoulders.

​Stepping out onto the expansive marble balcony, the biting night wind immediately welcomed him, playfully tossing the messy strands of hair across his forehead. He leaned against the stone balustrade, closed his eyes, and inhaled the crisp air deeply, letting the corporate strategies clear from his brain.

​After a few minutes, the distinct, purring rumble of a high-performance engine broke the silence of the estate. Adhvik opened his eyes and looked down into the sweeping driveway. A familiar, midnight-black BMW pulled smoothly into the porch slot.

​The door swung open, and Atharav stepped out into the moonlight. Even after a long business trip, he looked effortlessly sharp, wearing a crisp black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms and dark, tailored formal trousers. A handsome, easy smile was already etched onto his face.

​Amused, Adhvik pulled out his sleek phone and speed-dialed his executive assistant. Mahir picked up on the very first ring, his professional voice instant. "Yes, sir."

​"Mahir, come quickly to the mansion," Adhvik commanded, his eyes still tracking his friend below as he turned back into his bedroom "Atharav is already here."

​Without waiting for Mahir's response, he disconnected the call with a swift flick of his thumb and walked downstairs.

​By the time Adhvik reached the ground floor, Atharav had already taken over the hallway. He was casually lounging on the sofa, gesturing animatedly as he chatted with two older house servants and the maid, making them chuckle with his classic charm.

​Adhvik stood a few feet away, leaning against a grand pillar, his hands casually tucked deep into the pockets of his grey sweatpants. "Aate hi shuru ho gaya tu? (Started your antics the moment you arrived?)"

​Atharav's eyes snapped to his elder brother. A brilliant grin lit up his face as he stood up, bridging the distance in two wide strides and throwing his arms around Adhvik in a tight, dramatic hug. "Yeah! Because I know exactly how much you all miss me when I'm gone. That's why I came straight here from the business meeting, without a single detour!" he proclaimed in an overly theatrical tone, glancing sideways at the servants who were covering their smiles.

​Adhvik chuckled softly, shaking his head as he firmly broke the embrace, though a rare, genuine warmth shone in his eyes "Well... how was your trip? Everything is good on the corporate front?"

​They both settled back into the deep cushions of the sofa.

​"The trip was absolutely amazing, and the negotiations went smoother than expected," Atharav said, his tone shifting into a calmer, more grounded register as he looked closely at his brother's face. "You tell me... how is everything handling here?"

​Adhvik's smile dipped slightly, a brief, dark shadow flitting across his eyes before his expression became unreadable. "Hmm. There is some issue. I will fill you in on the details later. But first... let's go to the kitchen. Today, we are cooking together."

​The moment the words left Adhvik's mouth, Atharav stared at him in absolute, comical shock, his jaw dropping slightly "Arey, what kind of a friend are you?!" he cried out in utter disbelief, slapping his right hand dramatically over his chest, right over his ribs, pretending to be deeply wounded "I literally just landed from an exhausting business trip, drove straight to your house, and you're telling me to cook? Ufff bechara mera dil!"

​Adhvik shook his head, a genuine laugh escaping him as he reached out and swat Atharav's shoulder "Come on, stand up. And just for your kind information, genius the heart is on the left side, not the right. Hurry up, stand up. Mahir must be on his way here too."

​Adhvik turned and walked toward the state-of-the-art kitchen. Atharav followed close behind, letting out a long, exaggerated sigh of mock suffering.

​Flour and Banter

​The moment the two of them stepped into the massive industrial kitchen, the head chef and the kitchen staff bowed respectfully and retreated through the rear doors, leaving the space entirely to them. It was a silent, unwritten rule in the mansion: when Adhvik and Atharav cooked, no audience was allowed.

​They both tied dark canvas aprons around their waists. Adhvik immediately took charge of the main stove, fully focusing on preparing a fresh batch of classic Italian pasta. His thick brows furrowed together, his eyes locked onto the simmering sauce with the exact same intense, microscopic focus he used when analyzing a billion-dollar merger.

​Meanwhile, Atharav leaned casually against the marble cabinet island, having quickly finished his portion of the vegetable prep. He watched Adhvik's hyper-focused face with an amused smirk "By the way... you do know our future wives are going to be incredibly lucky, right? I mean, they'll get handsome, elite husbands who can actually cook delicious food for them."

​Adhvik didn't break his gaze from the pan, but his eyes narrowed as he shot a sharp, warning glare at him "Shut up and focus on the work, Atharav."

​Atharav simply placed one hand on his hip, completely unfazed by the terrifying corporate glare, stepping closer to look into the boiling pasta. "Well, I'm just stating facts here! What's there to glare at me like you're going to fire me?"

​By the time they finished cooking, Atharav had successfully managed to talk continuously without taking a single breath, filling the kitchen with vibrant energy. They plated the food and carried it out to the massive mahogany dining table, the rich, savory aroma of garlic and fresh herbs trailing behind them.

​"Now, sit down and eat quietly," Adhvik said, chuckling softly as he pulled out a chair " Kabse bhook ka karna bakwas kiya ja raha hai tu "

[You've been spouting absolute nonsense for the past hour just because you were starving. ]

​Right at that exact moment, the sound of quiet footsteps drew their attention. Mahir entered the dining hall. He had already gone to his designated guest room in the mansion and changed out of his rigid formal attire, now looking relaxed in an identical combination of a black t-shirt and black sweatpants. He silently took his usual seat at the table.

​"Ah! Look who's here!" Atharav beamed, twirling his fork into the pasta. "How are you, Mahir? Did you miss me? Oh, who am I kidding ..of course you missed me. The house is a graveyard without me."

​"No, I didn't," Mahir replied flatly, his voice completely deadpan as he took a neat bite of his food, never even looking up from his plate.

​Atharav raised a dramatic eyebrow, looking deeply offended, and then glanced at Adhvik, who was quietly smiling, thoroughly enjoying his food and the entertainment and then back to mahir "Saale...tujhe tere husband ke sath kuch din akele kya chod diya tu to mujhe bhul hi gaya " he gasped.

[I left you alone with your husband for just a few days, and you've already completely forgotten about me?"]

​Mahir instantly choked on his pasta, his face turning a slight shade of red as he coughed over his plate "W...What?" he stammered, wiping his mouth with a napkin, looking thoroughly horrified. "Who is my husband? Why on earth would I have a husband?!"

​"Arey, look right beside you," Atharav chuckled wickedly, pointing his fork directly at Adhvik, who was now frozen mid-bite " Ye hai na tera pati aur tu uski patni "

[Here he is, your husband. And you are his perfectly loyal wife]

​Adhvik's smile vanished instantly, replaced by a dark, literal death glare that could have stopped a man's pulse. "You are actively chewing your food, Atharav, so why is your brain still generating absolute nonsense?" he asked, his voice dropping into a dangerous, icy whisper as he delivered a sharp kick to Atharav's shin under the table.

​"Ow!" Atharav winced, jumping slightly, but his mischievous grin remained intact. Mahir shook his head in absolute disbelief, his eyes darting back and forth between the terrifying aura of Adhvik and the shameless confidence of Atharav.

​"Arey, what did I say that was so wrong?" Atharav argued, raising his hands defensively but refusing to back down "After all, you two behave exactly like an old married couple. Always together, always thinking about the company, always finishing each other's sentences. What else am I supposed to call you guys?"

​However, the moment Atharav's eyes locked onto the twin expressions of Adhvik and Mahir both of whom were now staring at him with unblinking, lethal silence, he quickly raised both hands in the air, surrendering entirely. "Okay, okay! Message received. Let's just focus on the dinner. Excellent pasta, by the way."

​The heavy tension broke into a warm, comfortable silence. After finishing their dinner, the three of them moved back to the grand hall, sinking into the couches and talking late into the night about lighter, nostalgic memories, completely shielding themselves from the ruthless world outside. Eventually, as midnight passed, the laughter faded, and they retreated back to their respective rooms, the mansion falling back into a deep, silent slumber.

​

​The next morning, the state intelligence headquarters was a whirlwind of early morning activity. Inside the main bullpen, the air was thick with the scent of ozone from the printers and the low hum of hushed conversations.

​Near the corner coffee machine, Vedika and Vinay were leaning against the cold metal counter, their frames cast in the dull fluorescent light. Vinay was turning his paper cup in his hands, staring blankly at the dark liquid inside.

​"Mr. Sharma hasn't responded to our formal application till now," Vinay spoke up, his voice low, laced with a faint hint of disappointment. He looked over at Vedika, who was standing perfectly still, taking a slow, measured sip from her black coffee "I'm beginning to think he doesn't want us on his specialized team, Vedika. Maybe our profile from the previous sector wasn't what he's looking for."

​Vedika kept her eyes fixed on the bustling floor of the station, her face a mask of absolute calm "Yes, that is highly possible," she replied, her voice steady and entirely even. "The director is notoriously selective. But still... let's wait. He doesn't make delayed moves without a reason."

​Just as the words left her lips, the heavy, reinforced glass door of the inner command office slid open with a sharp, echoing click.

​Assistant Director Mr. Raghuveer Sharma stepped out onto the open floor. His posture was rigid, his sharp, weathered eyes sweeping across the entire bullpen like a hawk before locking directly onto the two of them.

​"Vedika. Vinay. My cabin. Now."

​The sheer authority in his voice made a few nearby junior officers freeze. Vedika and Vinay exchanged a quick, sharp glance, immediately placing their coffee cups back onto the counter, and followed his retreating figure into the room.

​Mr. Sharma did not greet them, nor did he sit down at his heavy mahogany desk. He stood with his back completely turned to them, his hands clasped behind his spine, looking out of the grand window at the distant, imposing structure of the state secretariat building.

The light inside his private cabin was dim, the blinds pulled tightly across the side glass. The only significant illumination came from a massive, cloth-covered investigation board that occupied the entire length of the far wall, casting a long, heavy shadow across the floor.

​"You both formally applied to join my specialized counter-intelligence unit exactly three weeks ago," Sharma began, his voice dry, scratchy, and cold like sandpaper cutting through the silence.

​He turned around slowly, crossing his arms over his chest, his sharp, calculating eyes boring straight into theirs through his thin, wire-rimmed glasses. "I've thoroughly reviewed your operational records from your various field sectors. Your active field work is exceptionally clean, your anomalies are minimal, but this specific unit operates under a vastly different mandate entirely. There is no room for error here."

​"We understand the operational risks, sir," Vedika replied instantly, her voice a calm, unbreakable shield.

​"I've decided to formally induct you both into the unit," Sharma continued smoothly, he stepped forward "But let me be entirely straight with you, agree to sign these non-disclosure documents only if you are fully prepared to handle multiple concurrent cases and high-risk black operations. Operations where the state will completely deny your very existence if your cover is compromised. There are absolutely no safety nets here, detectives. If you fall, you fall alone."

​"We are fully ready, sir," Vinay added firmly, his jaw setting into a hard line.

​"Good. Because we don't have the luxury of a standard integration period," Sharma said, his voice dropping an octave into a low, rumbling whisper.

"Next week, we are executing a dynamic, multi-pronged raid on a high-tier narcotics distribution hub operating out of the city's eastern corridor. These specific dealers have begun crossing their jurisdictional limits, brazenly using corrupt diplomatic channels to move heavy weight into our sector. We will hold the full tactical briefing for that raid soon, and then we proceed directly with the midnight strike."

​They both nodded in synchronized acknowledgment, a surge of adrenaline hitting their veins. But just as they prepared to turn toward the exit, Mr. Sharma reached out, his hand gripping the thick edge of the heavy canvas cloth that covered the massive wall board behind him.

​"And listen to me very carefully," Sharma whispered, his eyes flashing with a dangerous, dark intensity that froze them both in their tracks "Before we handle that street scum next week... you both need to fundamentally understand that you are now officially a part of this entire department's biggest, most volatile case."

​He paused, his fingers tightening against the cloth, but he didn't pull it back yet. "About this specific case... I will brief you in complete detail later. Till then, I want you to meet the two other elite officers of my core team. You four will be working together as a single heartbeat from this moment on. You can leave now."

​Vedika and Vinay stood straight, nodding in deep respect "Yes, sir," they murmured in unison, turning on their heels to step out of the dark cabin, the weight of a secret, impending war settling heavily onto their shoulders.

The buzzing chaos of the headquarters gradually began to thin out as the clock chimed towards five in the evening. For the past eight hours, it had been a relentless cycle of heavy paperwork, verifying background checks, and matching forensic logs.

Vedika stretched her shoulders slightly, her fingers finaly coming to a halt over her keyboard. Vinay was a few feet away, shutting down his terminal with a faint sigh.

​They weren't just working anymore; they were a unit now. Along with them, two of the department's finest minds had been drafted into Assistant Director Sharma's specialized team.

​"Hey," a warm, cheerful voice broke through the low hum of the ceiling fan.

​It was Shaurya, a brilliant tactical marksman whose sharp eyes on the field completely contradicted his easy-going, boyish charm in real life. Behind him stood Rudra , the team's sharpest cyber-analyst and forensic expert, carrying a stack of files he had finally deposited on the rack.

​"If I look at one more digital coordinate today, my brain will permanently glitch," Rudra groans, rubbing his temples with a faint smile "We are officially off the clock for the next two hours. Please tell me we are getting food."

​Vinay laughed softly, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair "I second that. Vedika, you're coming with us. No excuses."

​Vedika looked up, her dark eyes softening just a fraction. She usually preferred the quiet of her empty house, but looking at the tired yet hopeful faces of her team, she nodded "Fine. But you're choosing the place."

​The Shelter of Ordinary Life

​They wound up at The Rusty Lantern, a small, dimly lit café tucked away in a quiet alley of Hazratganj. It was a cozy place with exposed brick walls, warm amber lights casting soft shadows, and the rich, comforting aroma of roasted coffee beans and baked crust filling the air.

For a moment, the heavy burden of badge and duty felt lightyears away.

​They took a corner booth, the wooden table between them soon cluttered with plates of steaming hot pasta, fries, and four mugs of dark coffee.

​"Man, this is heaven," Shaurya muttered, leaning back into the leather booth, a genuine, relaxed smile playing on his lips "For a second, I forgot what it feels like to not look at a suspect's face."

​"Enjoy it while it lasts, Shaurya," Vinay teased, nudging his shoulder "With Mr. Sharma heading this unit, our peaceful evenings are a rare commodity. The man has officially built an unbreakable wall. I mean, think about it , we have Rudra tracking the digital shadows, Shaurya covering the perimeter, Vedika analyzing the psychological loops, and me handling the ground force. We have the ability to crack open any closed case in this state."

​"To a solid team," Rudra said, clinking his coffee mug against Vinay's. His expression shifted into a lighter, mischievous tone as he leaned forward on his elbows "But seriously, since we are officially a team now, we need to know the real stuff. Case files are great, but what about life? Specifically... love life? Because looking at our daily routine, I feel like our personal lives are permanently missing in action."

​Shaurya let out a dramatic groan, throwing his hands up in mock defeat. "Don't even ask. We are officers of the law. Case investigations ke chakkar mein, standard dating life exist hi nahi karti. By the time I finish a stakeout, the girl has already moved on to someone with a normal 9-to-5 job."

​The table erupted into soft laughter. Rudra nudged Vinay with her elbow. "What about you, big guy?"

​"Things get hard sometimes," Vinay confessed, his smile dipping into a slightly bittersweet, quiet expression. His eyes stayed on his coffee mug for a second. "I had someone... a while back. But the uncalled midnight shifts, the constant danger, the secrecy... it builds an invisible wall. It's hard for someone outside the force to understand the silence we carry home."

​The light humor at the table softened into a moment of deep, shared understanding a hidden pain that every single one of them wore beneath their iron-clad badges. They sacrificed normalcy so the city could sleep.

​"What about you, Vedika?" Shaurya asked curiously, breaking the silence. "Anyone managed to break through that stoic detective exterior yet?"

​Vedika, who had been quietly listening while wrapping her hands around her warm mug, looked up. Her expression was completely calm, a soft, polite smile playing on her lips, though her eyes remained entirely unreadable.

​"No," she replied simply, her voice gentle yet firm. "My life doesn't have room for detours. I'm content with the quiet."

​Vinay looked at her, knowing her long enough to recognize the subtle boundary she had just drawn around her personal life. He smoothly steered the conversation back to a funny incident from their training academy days, and the heavy atmosphere melted back into casual banter, light laughter, and the warmth of newfound friendship.

​

​Meanwhile, across the city, the upper levels of the Rajvanshi Holdings skyscraper stood silent and imposing against the dark night sky. Inside Adhvik's primary cabin, the lighting was low, casting sharp geometric lines across the expensive leather and polished mahogany.

​Atharav was leaning against the edge of the massive desk, a half-empty glass of juice in his hand. His casual smirk from the morning was gone, replaced by a genuine curiosity as he watched his elder brother scan through a series of legal printouts.

​"Alright, Adhvik," Atharav said, his voice quiet but echoing slightly in the vast room. "Last night, you briefly mentioned that a major project was hitting a wall, but you cut the conversation short. We are alone now. Tell me, what's actually going on?"

​Adhvik didn't look up immediately. He finished signing a document, dropped his fountain pen into its stand, and leaned back, his sharp eyes locking onto his.

​"The Ganga Heritage project," Adhvik commenced, his tone completely flat but laced with an underlying coldness "The entire eastern commercial zone development is completely stuck because of a single, central property. The land sits directly on the primary access route. Without it, the structural architecture fails."

​Atharav frowned, setting his glass down. "And the owner?"

​" The owner is not ready to sell it at any condition," Adhvik said, his voice dropping into a dangerous whisper. "Mahir offered our highest valuation a number that could buy an entire estate elsewhere. They didn't even look at the contract. They rejected it flat out."

​Atharav raised an eyebrow, a soft whistle escaping his lips. "Unbelievable. But that's not the only thing keeping you up, is it? I know your corporate look, Adhvik. There's something else."

​Adhvik's jaw tightened subtly. He glanced toward the large glass window overlooking the glittering city "There are eyes on us, Atharav. Internal state intelligence... detectives. I can feel a perimeter being built around our transactions. Someone is actively digging into our shadow movements. And the problem is that we don't have enough information for that property owner and those detectives"

​Before Atharav could question further, a polite, synchronized double-knock sounded at the door. Mahir stepped into the cabin, holding a black leather folder close to his chest. His posture was perfectly composed.

​"Sir," Mahir spoke, stepping into the light of the desk. "I apologize for the late hour, but the new international consortium of investors has just finalized the schedule. They have called for a high-level presentation next week. This specific deal is the absolute crown jewel for our quarterly expansion."

​Adhvik's full attention snapped to Mahir. The corporate alpha was back. "Is the data architecture fully locked?"

​"Our analysts are working through the night, sir," Mahir replied confidently. "But there is a critical variable you need to be aware of. One of our primary business rivals, Vardan Oberoi, the CEO of Oberoi Industries, has successfully secured a seat in that very same meeting. He will be presenting his own alternative infrastructure model."

​Atharav let out a cold, cynical laugh from the corner "Oberoi. He never misses a chance to crawl out of the woodworks whenever we touch a high-value contract."

​Adhvik's dark eyes narrowed to slits, a dangerous, absolute calm settling over his features."Let him present whatever ideas he wants, Mahir. But ensure one thing very carefully , Oberoi must not interfere with our groundwork. He has a habit of playing dirty under the table when he knows his logic can't compete with ours. Keep our cyber security tight, double-check every presentation backup, and ensure there isn't a single mistake. This deal belongs to Rajvanshi Holdings. I will not tolerate a glitch."

​"Understood, sir," Mahir bowed his head slightly "I will personally oversee the security parameters."

​

​The night had grown completely quiet by the time Vedika rode her Royal Enfield Bullet back into her residential sector. The cool breeze brushed against her face shield, carrying the faint, earthy scent of night-blooming jasmine. The streets were mostly empty, illuminated only by the intermittent yellow glow of municipal streetlamps.

​Vedika turned off the engine, the heavy vibration of her Royal Enfield Bullet finally dying down into the quiet night. She unclasped her matte-black helmet, lifting it off as the cool night breeze immediately brushed against her damp hair and hit her face. Carrying the helmet in one hand, she locked the bike and turned around, walking down the stone pathway toward the entrance of her house.

​But before she could take another step, a sound from the adjacent neighborhood park made her pause.

​Under the gentle glow of a single lamppost, a young girl no older than seven was giggling loudly, her small hands wrapped tightly around her father's fingers as he swung her gently through the crisp night air.

A few feet away, her mother stood watching them, her face completely illuminated by a soft, beautiful laugh, holding a woolen shawl ready. It was a picture of absolute, unadulterated happiness. A normal family. Safe. Whole.

​Standing completely still in the shadows of the pavement, Vedika watched them.

​For a fleeting, rare second, the icy armor around her chest cracked. Her features relaxed, and a faint, fragile smile crept onto her lips a ghost of a feeling she had buried long ago. She looked at the little girl's flying hair, her chest expanding with a warmth she had forgotten existed in this world.

​But the warmth didn't last. It curdled into acid.

​As the child let out another high-pitched, ringing laugh, the sound suddenly distorted in Vedika's ears. It twisted, stretching into a sickening, distant echo that shattered her fragile smile into absolute nothingness. The warm amber light of the park didn't look beautiful anymore; it began to blur, bleeding into a stark, terrifying crimson right before her bare eyes.

​The weight of a decade-old suffocating darkness crashed over her.

​The violent, deafening screech of tires tearing against wet asphalt...

The sudden, horrific flash of shattering glass piercing through the quiet night...

The heavy, metallic smell of smoke, gasoline, and fresh iron...

​A memory of a little girl broken, bleeding, sitting in the wreckage of a crushed car , flashed behind her eyes. A pair of small, trembling hands reaching out into a terrifying, cold darkness, desperately shaking her mother's cold, unmoving shoulder, crying out a name into a void that never answered back.

​Never again.

​Vedika blinked violently, a sharp, physical gasp catching in her throat as reality slammed back into her. Her bare fingers gripped the strap of her helmet so brutally that her knuckles turned stark white, the leather cutting into her skin.

Her heart was hammering against her ribs like a trapped animal, and for a second, she felt completely breathless in the open air. The simple sight of a happy family had turned into a physical blade, twisting directly into her unhealed heart.

​She forced her eyes away from the park, her gaze locking straight ahead onto the dark, lonely porch of her empty house.

Moving her legs with a sudden, tense urgency, she walked away from the light, rushing into the deep shadows. She left the agonizing warmth of that happy world far behind her, seeking refuge in the only thing that kept her safe the cold, numb dark of her own silence.

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