The second day of the countdown didn't begin with the soft light of dawn, but with the chilling, mechanical sound of a stalled engine and the heavy thud of a gate being slammed.
At 5:00 AM, the mist was still thick, clinging to the stone carvings of the Haveli like a damp shroud. Rudransh stood at the main gates, his breath hitching in the cold air. He was waiting for the roar of the transport truck, the one carrying the specializedย Royal Gold zari and the fifty bolts of high-grade crimson silk that Gayatri Devi had promised to fund. Instead, the road was eerily empty.
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