The morning sun had barely risen when Reyansh’s black SUV sped through the village roads, dust swirling in its wake. He had just landed after dealing with the fire incident at his Delhi factory, exhaustion lining his sharp features. But instead of heading to his private estate, his instincts pulled him towards the grand ancestral haveli where his mother, Sandhya Thakur, resided.

As soon as he entered the haveli, he loosened the buttons of his crisp white shirt, the weight of responsibilities settling on his broad shoulders. He was about to climb the stairs to his room when the hushed voices of two servants caught his attention.