The night in the Raghuvanshi Mansion was a tapestry of shadows and soft light, where the grand dining hall echoed with the gentle clinking of cutlery and the hum of conversation. Chandeliers hung from the ornate ceiling, their crystals refracting the warm glow of candles placed strategically along the long, polished table. Each flickering flame danced in rhythm with the laughter and chatter of the family members gathered around.
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