The night was calm and serene, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside Deora Palace. Neil Pratap Deora sat in his study, the weight of his dual responsibilities pressing heavily on his shoulders. The room, adorned with dark wood and antique furniture, was a sanctuary where he could momentarily escape the chaos of his life. He swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand, his thoughts a turbulent mix of business strategies and family concerns.

A knock on the door interrupted his contemplation. Neil looked up, his piercing blue eyes focusing on the doorway as his aide, Vikram, stepped in.