The last rays of evening light filtered through the estate windows, contrasting with the dark storm brewing within the Chief Minister's office.Deepti's eyes, cold as polished obsidian, fixed on her eldest son. The formidable matriarch of the Solanki dynasty stood with her shoulders squared, power emanating from her very presence—a woman who had clawed her way through a world of men to stand at its apex and become Chief Minister of the state.
Chirag Ranawat, sat with deceptive calm—a predator at rest. His jawline clenched rhythmically, the only betrayal of the fury coursing through his veins. The crystal tumbler in his hand was at risk of shattering under his grip.

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