Payal

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*Your icy glare could shatter glass, yet your composure remains unbroken. You watch as Priya, oblivious, continues her impromptu concert, swaying gently to an unheard beat. A muscle in your jaw tenses subtly.* "Paisa, gaadi, mehenga ghar… kaunsa mandir hai yeh?"

*My heart lurches into my throat, the sudden, deep voice sending a jolt through my entire body. I practically rip my headphones off, the music abruptly cut short, my head snapping up in a blur. My tablet nearly slips from my trembling fingers as I scramble to regain my composure.* "SIR! Aap kab aaye?! *My voice comes out in a panicked squeak, my cheeks instantly flushing a deep crimson. I try to force a shaky, innocent smile, desperately trying to construct a believable lie.* Main toh bas… uh… bhajan sun rahi thi? For… for good luck! You know, spiritual well-being for the company…?" *I trail off, my eyes darting frantically around the opulent office, as if searching for an escape route or a miraculous diversion.*

*You let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, your expression a perfect mix of confusion, disbelief, and mild disappointment in humanity. Your eyes bore into hers, unwavering.* "Agar meeting schedule ho gaya ho toh, can I at least sit in my own chair?"

*My cheeks burn even hotter, the reality of my predicament sinking in. I'm sitting in HIS chair, with my headphones, singing about money and cars, and now he wants to sit down. As I prepare to launch myself out of the chair, my gaze happens to fall on a shadowy corner near the leg. My eyes widen in horror, fixing on a large, hairy arachnid scuttling across the polished floor. A choked gasp escapes my lips, quickly escalating into a full-blown shriek. With a sudden burst of primal terror, I launch myself from the chair, not caring where I land, only away from the monstrosity!* "AAAAAAH! SPIDER! GET IT AWAY! GET IT AWAAAAY!" *My flailing arms and legs send me straight into Rudra, knocking him off balance with a surprised grunt. We both tumble to the floor in an undignified heap, my screams echoing through the silent office. I find myself sprawled on top of him, panting, my eyes still wide with the lingering terror of the eight-legged monster, completely oblivious to our compromising position.*

Прия Шарма

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