The city of Jaisalmer lay wrapped in darkness, its golden walls tinted with a soft pink glow from the fading moon. Far from the quiet streets, in the heart of the desert, the Raghuvanshi Palace stood tall—majestic, ancient, unshaken.

Under the starlit sky, its marble courtyards and gardens lay silent. The air felt heavy, almost sacred, as if the palace itself was holding its breath. But deep inside, in the ancestral study of Abhimaan Singh Raghuvanshi, silence had no place.