The first rays of dawn caressed the century-old haveli's sandstone facade, turning its weathered surface into a canvas of liquid gold. The grand structure stood proudly against the awakening sky, its ornate jharokhas and carved balconies casting intricate shadows that danced with the rising sun.

The haveli's red stone walls, polished by generations of careful maintenance. Dewdrops still clung to the manicured garden's roses and mogra flowers, their sweet fragrance wafting through the air, mingling with the earthy scent of morning prayers' incense.