The next morning, the haveli buzzed with unusual energy. The golden sunrays slipped through the carved windows, bathing every corner in warmth and grace. The staff moved briskly around, cleaning, arranging, and preparing for the day ahead.
In the main hall, Raja ji and Abhijit ji sat on the couch, sipping their morning tea, their conversation flowing from politics to family matters, from laughter to gentle silence.
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