The Rajwansh mansion was alive with morning energy, the soft hum of the city below blending with the occasional rustle of servants preparing for the day. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating the polished marble floors and the rich tapestries lining the walls.
Rudransh Rajwansh strode into the breakfast hall, his posture perfect, confidence radiating from him like the golden morning light. At twenty-one, he carried the weight of the Rajwansh empire with a grace few could match, but today, the air of authority softened slightly in the warmth of family routine.
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