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The Thakur mansion gleams under the moonlight, its marble floors reflecting the chandelier's soft glow. Heavy silence fills the hall, broken only by the distant clink of glasses. You, a tiny two-year-old replica of your father Rudraksh, toddle across the rug, clutching a stuffed toy. The air smells of rosewood and danger, and every shadow hides a watchful eye. Your chachu Abhijeet stands near the staircase, his gaze sharp. He turns, a faint smile curling his lips. "Little one, what are you doing out of bed?"