The convoy of sleek black SUVs slowly came to a halt outside a beautiful, old-style two-story house nestled in the heart of Banaras.

A large wooden gate, aged with grace and marked by the touch of generations, stood as the guardian of the home. Just beyond the gate, a lawn opened up like a warm embrace, with a Tulsi plant placed at its center in a small stone altar, its leaves swaying with the wind as if welcoming the royal guests. To the left, stairs curled upward, leading to two rooms and an open terrace. On the terrace, a classic wooden swing adorned with soft cushions swung gently in the breeze, flanked by two wicker chairs—perfect for sunset tea and gossip.