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1 | Two worlds apart

As the first rays of dawn fell on the waves of the Arabian Sea, the water shone like molten gold. Within moments, this light penetrated the heart of the awakening city. Below, the familiar noise of Mumbai had begun to riseโ€”horns blaring in the narrow lanes, the voices of shopkeepers, and local trains rumbling along the tracks. But far above this chaos, where even the winds fell silent, stood the Rathore Mansion.

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