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CHAPTER 2 : THE TASHAN BEGINS

Morning in Jaipur arrived like a whisper of gold. The palace lawns were drenched in dew, sunlight spilling through carved jharokhas, and the faint sounds of shehnai floated from somewhere in the distance.

Tara Malhotra had been up since 6 a.m. Her hair was in its usual messy bun, her kurti sleeves rolled to her elbows, and her eyes—sharp, determined—carried the kind of energy that only caffeine and irritation could produce.

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