The Sehgal Mansion rose from the mist like a fortress of glass and steel, its towers disappearing into the clouds above. Rain slicked streets reflected the monstrous silhouette, a cold mirror of the life Saanvi Rathore had been thrust into. Every step toward the mansion felt heavier than the last, as if the rain itself conspired to drown her in the dread that had been waiting for her ever since she had stepped into Advay Sehgal’s world.
The gates opened with a metallic groan, the sound echoing through the empty street like a warning. Inside, the driveway stretched long and serpentine, lined with stone statues of faceless guardians. Each step closer to the mansion seemed to amplify her heartbeat, and yet, she could not turn back.
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