The heavy wheels of the luxury black SUV crunched sharply against the pristine gravel driveway of the sprawling Rana Mansion. The long, winding journey from the serene, mist-laden landscapes of Manali to the bustling, heavily humid air of Delhi was officially over, but for Vedant, the real storm was only just beginning.

As soon as they stepped past the grand threshold and into the marble foyer, Harshvardhan pulled out his phone, his face deeply etched with a newfound, relentless purpose. He dialed Shekhar immediately, not wasting a single second.