The evening sky over Udaipur was tinted with a warm amber hue, casting long shadows over the stone walls of ancient havelis. The subtle crackle of a Philips radio playing Lata Mangeshkar's “Ajeeb Dastaan Hai Yeh” floated through the corridors of the Suryavanshi residence, blending nostalgia with power.
Inside his private study, Mahendra Suryavanshi leaned back in his armchair, his sharp features calm but calculating. Dressed in a handwoven khadi kurta, his eyes glinted with resolve. The recent election victory had fortified the Suryavanshi name yet again, but Mahendra knew well—power needed deeper roots to survive storms.
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