With the worsening political crisis, the entire cabinet gathered in the grand meeting hall to devise a solution.
The air was heavy with a suffocating silence, the tension thick enough to be sliced cleanly with a knife.
Inside the grand meeting hall, Prime Minister Rajesh Patel sat at the head of the long mahogany table, flanked by the most powerful figures of Indra. Their faces betrayed a blend of emotions—anger, frustration, and a creeping undercurrent of fear.
The walls of influence they'd meticulously built around themselves over the decades now seemed perilously close to crumbling.
At the center of the storm stood Pratap. His face flushed with rage as he slammed his hand down onto the table, sending the crystal glasses rattling and their reverberations to echo across the room.
