New Delhi, Maurya Family Estate…
Keshav Maurya sat at the head of the hall, dressed in a dark embroidered sherwani, his sharp eyes scanning the two families seated before him.
On the plush sofa to his left, Kevin Varma lounged with arrogance, his fingers tapping casually on the polished wooden armrest. Beside him sat members of the Kumar family from Mumbai, all dressed in their finest, yet visibly restless.
Kevin leaned forward with a smirk playing on his lips. "Keshav-ji, forgive me for being direct, but everyone's talking. The Rajputs humiliated your name in Mumbai, and suddenly you've gone silent? Why did you stop taking action? Is it true… that you got scared? Some say—" he chuckled, "some say an old man pointed a gun at your heart and you froze like a rabbit. Gave you a warning like a king, didn't he?"
