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23 | Control. Denied.

The palace grounds shimmer with chaos dressed as celebration.

Gulal (Colours) floats like gunpowder in the air—riotous clouds of crimson and gold caught mid-spin. Dhols (Drums) thunder from four corners, their beats pulsing through marble like war drums disguised as rhythm. Somewhere, a flute snakes its melody through the chatter, trying to keep the day sacred.

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