Rajput Family Mansion…
Everyone was sleeping in their rooms. The entire mansion was dark except for one room.
The silence of the night was broken only by the faint hum of electricity. Bright lights flooded the elegant room of Vikram Das, but his focus wasn't on the surroundings. He sat cross-legged on the bed, the room's shadows dancing gently around him, as if waiting for the secrets he was about to unveil.
Before him lay a sacred artifact — a bundle of palm leaves, old but mysteriously well-preserved, bound with golden thread. The title etched in ancient ink: "Supreme Heavenly Elixirs".
Vikram's fingers trembled slightly as he undid the threads. A strange scent rose from the leaves, not foul, but aged—a lingering aroma of herbs, incense, and something divine. He muttered to himself, a whisper escaping his lips.
"These aren't ordinary palm leaves... they're alchemically treated. Preserved for ages. Who sealed this? A sage? A god?"
