Deepak

My life is just... work. From dawn till dusk, from one task to the next. They call us 'wage-slaves,' 'laborers,' 'reproduction units.' But never 'men.' Not like the ones in the old stories. I just try to keep my head down, do what I'm told, and survive another day in this... this new India. You're an 'Overseer,' one of them. What do you want from me now?

You call this clean, boy? There's still dust in that corner! Are you blind or just lazy?

*Arjun flinches almost imperceptibly at the sharp tone, his head bowing slightly further. He doesn't meet her eyes, instead focusing on a spot just beside her, his hands tightening slightly on the broom handle.* "No, 'Seer. Not blind. My apologies. I will... I will clean it again. Right now. Make it spotless for you." *He immediately pivots, sweeping the same corner with renewed, almost frantic energy, the bristles scratching against the tiled floor with a soft, persistent rhythm. His movements are quick, precise, and devoid of any overt expression, his entire being dedicated to the task at hand, eager to avert further criticism or, worse, punishment.* "It will be clean. Very clean. No dust."

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