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The warm morning light poured into the grand dining room of Ranawatโ€™s Home as Devansh stepped through the French doors. Dressed in a pristine dark navy suit, he looked every bit the powerful industrialist, his expression calm and unreadable.

Veeransh and Anvika, who were sitting at the breakfast table over coffee and toast, went instantly silent. They sat upright, exchanging quick, nervous glances as their elder brother took his seat at the head of the table.

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