The Rajput Mansion…
The sun was already high when Vikram Das finally opened his eyes. The digital clock on the nightstand blinked 10:00 AM in bold red numbers. He spent the entire night on the computer and later came back to his room for sleep.
A fresh meal and a neatly stacked file lay beside his bed. Without sparing them a glance, he pushed the covers aside and walked into the bathroom for a cold shower.
The water jolted him awake, sharpening his senses. As he stepped out, droplets clinging to his sculpted frame, he exhaled deeply. The information about Butterfly still flashing in his thoughts.
After completing his daily exercise routine, Vikram quickly finished his meal and made his way out of his room. The grand hallway of the Rajput mansion was eerily empty—servants, guards, and family members were all occupied in their respective tasks.
