The next morning at Narendra Manor.
The weather was beautiful, with sunlight streaming through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, casting onto the corridor covered with an expensive Persian Carpet.
Narendra had just gotten up and was sitting at the dining table, enjoying the first cup of Darjeeling tea of the morning, waiting for the breakfast brought by the servant, his mood meant to be as sunny as the weather outside.
However, a burst of hurried and frantic footsteps broke the tranquility.
The old butler Rajiv looked pale, beads of sweat emerging on his forehead, almost stumbling as he ran before him, his voice trembling: "Sir... Sir... there's trouble! 'Rajah'... it... it..."
"What did you say?!"
Narendra frowned, almost losing grip on the tea cup in his hand.
"Rajah" was the name of the Bengal tiger he cherished most, kept deep in an enclosure at the manor, majestic and fierce, symbolizing his power and ambition.
"What happened to Rajah? Speak clearly!"
