The car rolled into the driveway of the Shekhawat mansion sometime past 1 a.m.
The estate stood bathed in pale moonlight, the silence vast and pristine, interrupted only by the sound of tires crunching gravel. The guards at the gate stood straighter as the headlights swept past, but none dared question Ayansh Shekhawat at this hourβor ever.
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