The morning sun cast a golden glow over the sprawling Raizada mansion. Its light filtered through the tall windows and illuminated the grand foyer, turning the marble floors into mirrors of pale amber. The mansion had been meticulously prepared for Kabir's arrival. Every surface had been polished to a mirror shine. Every flower arrangement was fresh and placed with care. Every detail had been attended to with precision. 

After three years, the heir of the Raizada empire was finally returning, and the staff had spared no effort to ensure everything was perfect. The air inside the mansion carried the faint scent of jasmine and sandalwood, a fragrance that had always been part of the house's identity, and the servants moved about with quiet efficiency, their footsteps barely audible on the expensive rugs.