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Mumbai never sleeps it just rains.
Pearl came to escape. Ishan drives to forget.
Two storms collide in the underground world of street racing, where engines scream louder than hearts and every drift feels like a confession.
He believes in control.
She believes in chaos.
And somewhere between the neon lights and the rain, they start to blur the line between both.
Because when sparks meet gasoline, someone's bound to burn.
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