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Intro

The Malhotra haveli stands resplendent, adorned like a blushing bride on her wedding day. A tapestry of vibrant flowers, twinkling lights, and shimmering decorations drapes every corner, transforming the already grand mansion into a spectacle of beauty and celebration. Delicate ribbons flutter in the gentle breeze, their soft rustling a whisper of the joyous occasion to come.

This auspicious day holds double significance for the Malhotra clan. The air thrums with anticipation, for today marks not only a grand maha yagya within the haveli's sacred walls but also serves as a prelude to tomorrow's momentous event - the oath-taking ceremony of Abhimanyu Rajveer Malhotra as the state's new Chief Minister.

The haveli buzzes with activity, reminiscent of a well-orchestrated symphony. Workers move with purpose, their synchronized efforts reminiscent of an industrious ant colony. The usually serene corridors echo with hurried footsteps and hushed instructions as final preparations reach a fever pitch.

Despite the grandeur of the occasion, the puja itself is an intimate affair, reserved solely for family members. Rajveer Malhotra, the family patriarch, has issued strict instructions to his sons - no drama or chaos will be tolerated on this sacred day. His firm stance casts a subtle tension over the proceedings, a reminder of the family's public stature and the need for decorum.

In the sprawling kitchen, the Malhotra daughters-in-law are engrossed in preparing the prashad, their hands moving with practiced efficiency. Overseeing their efforts is the family matriarch, Meera, a picture of grace as she cradles young Rudra in her arms. Her seasoned gaze misses nothing, offering gentle guidance where needed. The younger women work diligently, their admiration for Meera's household management skills evident in their deferential nods and quick responses to her soft-spoken instructions.

Yet, a notable absence hangs in the air - the Malhotra brothers are nowhere to be seen.

Meera's brow furrows slightly as she attempts to feed Rudra his cereal. The toddler, blissfully unaware of the day's importance, makes a delightful mess. With infinite patience, Meera wipes his cherubic face, her love for her grandson momentarily overshadowing her concern.

"I wonder where those three have disappeared to on such an important day," Meera muses, her voice a mix of exasperation and worry. "Raj will be upset, and I won't say a word in their defense this time."

Her words elicit varied reactions from her daughters-in-law. Shraddha offers a sympathetic smile, while Drishti's face clouds over with barely concealed anger. Kiara's response is a childlike pout as she holds up a plate of meticulously chopped dry fruits.

"Maa, are these dry fruits chopped finely enough?" Kiara asks, seeking approval.

Meera glances at the plate, her experienced eye assessing the work. "A little more, dear," she replies gently. Kiara nods, returning to her task with renewed determination.

Turning to Shraddha, Meera's voice carries a hint of anxiety. "Did Abhimaan mention anything before leaving?"

At the mention of his father's name, little Rudra perks up. "Papa!" he exclaims, his eyes brightening.