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Prisha left the Singhania mansion with Shivansh, her heart pounding against her chest, while Vanshika remained behind, helpless and restless. The night was already draped in darkness, and by the time their car rolled into the grand Raichand mansion, the clock had struck 9. The enormous estate stood tall under the moonlit sky, its iron gates opening with a mechanical groan, almost as though welcoming its heir with both pride and fear. Inside the mansion's sprawling lawn, the Raichand family had gathered casually, enjoying their evening together. The air was filled with the fragrance of freshly bloomed roses mixed with the distant sound of crickets. Pallavi Raichand, the elegant matriarch, sat gracefully on one side while Ayushman Raichand, the stern but composed patriarch, leaned back in his chair, listening to the light chatter. Their conversations flowed smoothly until Shubhang came rushing out of nowhere, his face pale and his phone clutched tightly in his trembling hand."Mom, Dad look at this!" he almost shouted, his breaths uneven as if he had run a marathon. He pushed the glowing phone screen toward them.