5:30 A.M. – Malhotra Residence, New Delhi
The sky outside still held onto the last traces of night. Streetlights flickered faintly, and the city hadn’t begun to stir yet. But inside the Malhotra home, Meher was already wide awake — eyes sharp, mind focused.
Wrapped in a navy robe over her nightshirt, she stood in the living room like a soldier before battle. The TV was off. Her phone showed 5:33 a.m.
“Tanya, you ready?” she whispered into her Bluetooth earpiece.
“Ready and wired in, ma’am. All major news channels will break it at exactly 6:00. We’ve synced social uploads, document drops, and media outreach too. Raghav’s confirmed Singh Industries is in position.”
Meher’s lips curved. Perfect.
She turned and marched upstairs.
Moments later, Kavya Malhotra shuffled into the living room in her night saree, rubbing her eyes.
“Meher? Kya hua, beta? Is everything alright? It’s barely even 6.”
“Everything’s better than alright, Mumma. Just wait ten more minutes. Wake Papa too.”
“Why? Itna subah? Are you okay?”
“You’ll want to see this with your own eyes.”
She looked almost gleeful — the calm of someone who had waited months for this moment.
By 5:45, Rajveer Malhotra joined them, blinking at the brightness of the room.
“What’s going on, Meher?”
“It’s a surprise, Papa. One that’ll make your morning.”
Just then, Aarav walked in with a mug of coffee, already dressed in joggers and a sweatshirt.
“Seriously? I thought I was the only one mad enough to be awake this early. What’s the occasion?”
Meher smirked. “You’ll see. You won’t want to miss it.”
Aarav raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Now you’ve got my attention.”
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5:30 A.M. – Singh Mansion, New Delhi
On the other side of the city, Saksham Singh stood at his bedroom window, sipping black coffee. He wore a simple white t-shirt and joggers, hair tousled, eyes laser-focused on his phone.
Raghav’s text blinked on screen: “All channels synced. Leaks uploaded to secure servers. 6:00 a.m. sharp, boss.”
Saksham grinned.
“Good. Time to wake the Singh dynasty.”
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Downstairs, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed as he walked across the marble-floored corridor and opened his parents’ bedroom door slightly.
“Dad. Mom. Need you both downstairs. Now.”
Sandhya Singh peeked from under her quilt.
“Saksham? What happened? It’s not even light outside.”
“Exactly. That’s the point. Wake Khushi and Bua too. Rhea can sleep — no, on second thought, wake her too.”
Vikrant Singh groaned. “Beta, is the world ending?”
“Just the world you hate the most.”
That got Vikrant’s attention.
By 5:50 a.m., everyone was in the living room — groggy, yawning, and cranky.
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