
Within thirty minutes, the car slowed before the Rajvanshi Mansion.
It stood in quiet grandeur—less a house and more a royal palace carved out of legacy and pride. Tall pillars rose like sentinels, guarding a home that had witnessed generations. In front, a vast garden bloomed in disciplined beauty—rows of roses, jasmine, and lilies swaying gently in the evening breeze, filling the air with a soft, familiar fragrance.


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