The morning sun rises slowly over the palace of the Singhania clan, its golden rays slipping through the heavy curtains of Devansh’s room. The world outside is alive with the sounds of temple bells, priests chanting hymns, and birds chirping in the open courtyard

But inside this grand room, silence sits like a shadow. Devansh is awake since dawn. His tall frame stands near the great portrait that covers one whole side of his bedroom wall