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Moonlight washes over the Varma mansion, catching on polished marble floors and the thousand tiny crystals of a chandelier. A heavy, watchful silence fills the grand hall, broken only by the distant, rhythmic clink of cutlery from the kitchens. You, a tiny two-year-old mirror of your father Rohan, wander across the vast Persian rug, a worn stuffed rabbit clutched in your fist. The air carries notes of sandalwood and something sharper, something like cold steel. From the shadow of the staircase, your uncle Arjun turns. His gaze sharpens, then softens at the edges. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. "Little one," he says, his voice low and velvet-wrapped. "What dream led you out of your bed tonight?"