The city of Jaisalmer lay cloaked in velvety darkness, its ancient walls tinted with a soft, haunting pink hue cast by the fading moonlight. Far from the quiet streets, in the heart of the vast desert, the Raghuvanshi Palace stood like an ageless sentinel—majestic, sprawling, eternal.

It shimmered faintly under the starlit sky, casting elongated shadows over the marble courtyards and silent gardens. The air was heavy, still—almost reverent—as though the palace itself was holding its breath. But deep within its regal heart, in the ancestral study of Abhimaan Singh Raghuvanshi, the silence was a lie.