The dining hall buzzed softly with the clinking of cutlery, the air heavy with the aroma of a variety of freshly prepared dishes. Everyone was seated, and the room hummed with restrained energy.

Yuvraj sat at the head of the table, his posture rigid as always, his poker face unreadable, one hand resting on the table. Adhiraj sat beside Rajwardhan, his head bowed low, lost in his own thoughts. Yug was seated beside him, calm and composed—the kind of calm that always preceded a storm, a faint smirk lingering at the corner of his lips.