The night had settled over Jaisalmer, the Ranawat Palace stood majestic and silent, its golden sandstone walls glowing softly under the moonlight. Veer's car pulled through the massive iron gates. His eyes fixed on the palace windows. The car stopped at the entrance. Aadarsh stepped out first, then opened Veer's door. Veer transferred himself to his wheelchair with practiced ease. "Aadarsh," he said, his voice low. "Did you bring the thing I asked you to get?"

Aadarsh smiled—a rare, knowing smile. He reached into the car and pulled out a sleek black bag. Inside was a velvet box.