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CHAPTER 1 Every King Has a Rival

The morning sunlight filtered softly through the sheer curtains, filling the house with a golden calm.

In the small temple corner, Savitri Roy Choudhary, a graceful woman in her mid-fifties, stood with folded hands, the faint sound of temple bells echoing in the stillness. The fragrance of incense lingered in the air.

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