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CHAPTER 11

The Rajvansh villa was alive. Not the chaotic kind of alive—but the warm, glowing kind that made every corner feel like it had a heartbeat of its own. Voices floated through the corridors—laughter from the women, stern tones from the men, and in between it all, the quiet hum of anticipation.

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