"Unke labon ka sparsh jaise gulab ki pankhudiya,
Unki muskaan jaise phoolon ki kaliyan,
Sharam se laal gaal jaise oos ki boondein,
Aakhon me gehrayi aisi jaise meri puri duniya"

-Vaidehi
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(Rudraksh)

Rishwik reached the office in record time, his anger simmering as he thought about the audacity of the person who had called him. The parking lot was almost deserted, and the building seemed eerily quiet, with most of the lights turned off. Only a few dimly lit corners hinted at the presence of the regular guards stationed for security. He parked his car hastily, stepped out, and walked briskly towards the entrance. The stillness of the office, combined with the festive season, was unusual but didn’t deter him. It was Diwali, and the office was officially closed, but he had a mission. With determined steps, he entered the elevator and ascended to his floor.