The air was electric with anticipation, the very atmosphere in the hall seeming to vibrate with foreboding. Randhir Rajvansh, the patriarch of the family, sat imperiously on his throne-like chair, his expression unreadable. Before him, a phalanx of 70 bodyguards stood at attention, their eyes darting nervously towards Purab.

Purab, his face a thundercloud of rage, seemed to embody the storm that was brewing. His eyes blazed with fury, his muscles tensed and ready to strike.