The late afternoon sun spilled golden light across Suhani’s office, tinting the glass panes in warm amber hues.
She sat at her desk, elbows pressed onto the smooth wood surface, her chin resting lightly on her interlaced fingers. The view from her window was stunning, the endless stretch of Arabian Sea meeting the silhouette of Mumbai’s skyline. The world outside moved in its usual chaos, but in here, it was quiet.
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