The moment everyone returned from the garden, the atmosphere inside the Rajmahal changed again. Outside, under those soft lights and open sky, things somehow felt lighter, even with all the tension between them. But inside the palace walls, everything again became formal, controlled, heavy. Servants quietly moved around with trays of snacks and drinks while the elders settled back into their conversations about business, responsibilities, and future plans.
But Yash wasn’t listening anymore.
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