The night had settled deep into the palace, silence stretching across corridors and courtyards. But inside Rishikesh’s study, the lights still burned. Four figures sat around the table, the air thick with thought, with implication. Prithvi leaned forward slightly, fingers tapping once against the file before going still. “There’s not much on AR Enterprises. Whatever I found… wasn’t meant to be found.”

Rishikesh didn’t look up immediately. He flipped another page, eyes scanning, absorbing. “Up until three years ago,” Prithvi continued, “it wasn’t even structured like a business. It was registered as a coalition. Safety operations, mostly off-grid. No public contracts. No visible clientele.” Yuvraj let out a quiet breath. “Which already makes no sense. A functioning operation with no footprint is either very bad at business…” his gaze lifted, sharp, “…or very good at hiding it.”