The silence in the master bedroom of the Raichand mansion was absolute, broken only by the rhythmic, deep breathing of the man sleeping just a few feet away. Outside, the Mumbai rain continued its relentless assault against the glass, a chaotic reflection of the storm raging inside Amyra.
It was 3:00 AM.
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