The heavy, ornate doors of the Haveli master suite creaked open as Vikram stepped out, feeling more refreshed than he had in years. He had just finished a cold shower, but the heat of the previous night still lingered in his veins. He was dressed in a simple, charcoal-grey kurta, his damp hair pushed back, giving him the look of a relaxed king.

As he descended the grand marble staircase, a divine aroma hit him—the scent of pure ghee, roasting cumin, and sweet cardamom. It was the scent of a home finally coming to life.