The storm had passed, but its echoes lingered. The palace corridors were quiet now, but the tension was far from over. Aradhya’s near-death had set a chain reaction into motion—one that would make the world tremble.
Vivaan sat in the dim glow of his private office, the screens in front of him alive with cascading numbers, currencies, and bank codes. Each keystroke he made carried the weight of empires.








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