Kapitel 399: 399 : Family Politics

The atmosphere in the grand tent, adorned with opulent tapestries and embroidered silk drapes, had grown tense, like the gathering storm clouds that occasionally cast ominous shadows over the Farus family's illustrious camp site in Mumbai Port Area.

The tent itself was a testament to the family's wealth and influence, a place where decisions of great import were made and destinies forged. But on this day, it bore witness to a different kind of storm—one of anger, betrayal, and shattered trust.

Boom***

A loud, thunderous sound erupted within the tent, shattering the uneasy silence that had prevailed until that moment. It was a sound like the cracking of the heavens themselves, but in reality, it was the Farus family patriarch, a man of formidable presence, smashing an exquisitely carved glass paperweight onto the marble floor.