THIRD POV :
The sun was a blistering disc over the red dust of the Hyderabad outskirts. A cluster of black SUVs tore through the haze, coming to a halt in front of a sprawling, illegal construction site. This was land stolen from the farmers who had served the Shah Chaudhary's for generations.
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