A U T H O R

A quiet yawn slipped from Ranvijay’s lips as his car rolled into the grand Raghuvanshi Mansion. The driver brought it to a smooth stop at the doorstep. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, Ranvijay stepped out and entered the silent house.

His eyes lifted to the grand round clock on the wall—it was 2:20 a.m. The soft golden lights of the chandelier above spilled across the spacious hall, casting a warm and gentle glow over everything. The marble floors gleamed under his footsteps as he moved forward. Just as he was about to climb the staircase, a faint sound made him pause.

Clink... clink...

The quiet tapping of a spoon against a glass bowl echoed faintly from the kitchen. His brows drew together slightly, eyes narrowing as he turned his head toward the sound. His voice was low, laced with exhaustion yet firm.

"Who’s awake at this hour?" he muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else. "It’s the middle of the night…"