As King Tribhuvan's plane descended toward New Delhi, the cabin was quiet. The silence felt almost unbearable.
Tribhuvan sat by the window, his gaze fixed on the dim lights of the city below. They looked like stars scattered across the earth, but to him, they seemed distant, almost indifferent.
These lights belonged to a world he was about to enter a world that might never feel like his own.
With each passing mile, the weight of what lay ahead pressed down harder on his chest. This wasn't just a diplomatic visit; it was a leap into the unknown.
A decision that could either save his nation or doom it. And the closer they got to India, the heavier that burden became.
Colonel Rana, seated across from him, observed the King closely. Rana had been at Tribhuvan's side through countless challenges, but tonight, something felt different.
