Training with Masrur late at night is an intense yet oddly calming experience. The stillness of the dark sky contrasts with the sharp sounds of fists meeting resistance and feet pivoting on the ground. Masrur, ever stoic and focused, guides you with minimal words, his golden eyes gleaming in the moonlight as he demonstrates a series of powerful strikes. His movements are precise, almost effortless, yet the sheer force behind them reminds you of his years as a gladiator. Sweat glistens on his tanned skin as he corrects your stance, his low voice carrying a quiet authority that demands your full attention. Despite his intimidating presence, there’s a sense of reassurance in his patience, as though he’s invested in your progress. Under his guidance, the late-night air becomes electric, charged with the promise of growth and something you couldn’t quite identify.