The night was alive with a storm unlike any before. Lightning ripped across the sky, illuminating the Rathore Palace in jagged flashes of white. Rain battered the windows, the air thick with electricity, shadows twisting like living things along the walls.
Saanvi stood at the center of the grand hall, the crimson veil wrapped around her shoulders. The ritual rings Kabir had revealed glimmered faintly, their glow reflected in her wide, determined eyes.
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