The sun dipped low in the horizon casting a warm golden glow through the window illuminating the wooden armchair where Abhiraj Raghuvanshi sat . Abhiraj Raghuvanshi the former king of Jaipur was a towering figure both in statue and presence . Even in his old age he carried himself with the kind of dignified authority that once commanded entire rooms . His hair a mane of silver framed a face lined with the stories of a well lived deep  set hazel eyes that sparkled with intelligence and a hint of mischief . A strong jawline now softened by age had once been the face of a man who never backed away from a challenge . He wore his years like a badge of honor  each wrinkle a testament to battle fought and won in the arenas of business and politics . His hands though gnarled by times were still capable of a firm handshake that could evoke respect from even the most hesitant . Dressed in a white kurta set he exude a blend of wisdom and warmth inviting those around him to seek his counsel while still reminding them of the formidable leader he had once been .