Karan was sitting in his vast, glass-walled office — a space that screamed power and perfection. The faint scent of leather and expensive ink hung in the air. The rhythmic scratching of his pen echoed as he flipped through the stack of papers before him, signing each one with the precision of a man who never left anything incomplete. His movements were sharp, mechanical almost, like someone used to controlling everything around him. After every signature, he leaned back in his chair for a moment, eyes half-lidded, lost in thoughts that didn’t belong to the office.

His secretary, Raj, stood across the desk — hands clasped, shoulders straight — watching his boss in complete silence. Karan’s focus was unshakable, yet something in the air today felt heavier than usual.