He was on a terrace. Not just any terrace. The terrace from the movie. The one in Goa, overlooking a moonlit Arabian Sea.
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Rohan smiled, the first real smile in a long time. He closed the laptop. He didn’t need PRMovies anymore. Not tonight. He was on a terrace