Part 5
The grand Kapoor mansion was alive with the rhythmic hum of prayers. The scent of incense curled into the air, mingling with the aroma of the festive feast laid out before the household. The golden idol of Ganpati Bappa sat in its decorated space, its divine aura spreading across the hall.
But amidst this devotion stood one man, untouched, unmoved Rivaan Kapoor.
He didn’t belong to this world of faith.
Not anymore.
As others sat on the floor for the sacred meal, Rivaan, with his unshaken arrogance, pulled out a chair and sat down.
Not at the dining table.
Not away from the prayers.
But right in front of the idol.
A deliberate move.
A challenge.
He picked up a skewer of kebab, his fingers lazily twisting it between them. The flickering flames of the diya cast a glow on hi
