It was night, and within the walls of the Chandravanshi Palace, the secret was out. Every tycoon in attendance now knew the identities of the four brothers' wives. Like wildfire, the news jumped to social media. Pictures went viral, tethering the women’s names to the brothers’ legacies in the digital eye. It wasn't just photos from the gala; older, private snapshots began to surface—images the four brothers had never intended for public consumption. No one knew how they had leaked or who had pulled the trigger on the upload, but the intimacy of the photos left the public stunned.

Inside the palace, the atmosphere remained effortlessly cool, a haze of celebration. The media corps, having secured enough "fuel" for their headlines, began to filter out. Their window of access was closing; they had been instructed to eat and depart before the night shifted gears. The true party was about to begin: an off-the-record summit where titans of industry would forge alliances and carve up new territories, far from the prying eyes of the press.