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The atmosphere at the Suryavanshi mansion was thick with an eerie, suffocating silence as the first rays of dawn touched the marble floors. Usually, the house was a clockwork of routine, but today, the air felt like the calm before a devastating storm Atharva and Avyukt stepped through the grand entrance together—an alliance no one in the family expected to see. Avyukt's appearance was a shock; his kurta was wrinkled, his jaw was swollen, and his eyes carried a haunting depth that made the servants whisper and pull back.