Calm me down
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Abhishek Bajaj's anger was wild - the kind that hit fast, fierce, and left a trail behind. He burned bright, loud, and unapologetic.
Baseer Ali's anger was different. He felt it just as deeply, but he never lost his composure. His fury ran quiet, controlled - the kind that chilled instead of burned.
They were two storms shaped by opposite winds - one thunder, one silence - destined to clash, yet somehow drawn together. No one would've believed they'd ever stand on the same side, let alone become friends. Maybe even something more.
It started with a moment of chaos - Abhishek shouting, fists clenched, ready to snap. And then Baseer stepped forward, calm but firm, and pulled him into a hug. Not to silence him, but to steady him.
That single act - unexpected, grounding - shifted something neither of them could name.
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