Maurya Family Estate, New Delhi…
In the heart of Maurya family estate' Delhi…
Surrounded by towering black-stone pillars and thick neem groves, stood the sprawling Maurya Estate—a monument to power, ruthlessness, and untamed ambition.
Inside the main hall, lit by golden chandeliers and lined with tiger-skin rugs, the air smelled of incense and political secrets. Keshav Maurya, the iron-fisted patriarch of the Maurya clan, sat in a teakwood chair carved with scenes of ancient wars. His eyes, cloudy with age yet sharp as ever, were fixed on the massive silver map of India that hung behind the council table.
Without knocking, Dol Maurya, his only son, stormed in with hurried footsteps and a gleam in his eye.
"Father!" he said, panting slightly, "I found a way to bring down the Rajputs. Maya Rajput won't live to see the monsoon."
Keshav didn't turn. He continued sipping his spiced tea slowly, the silence deliberate, powerful.
