07

Chains of Fire

Avirath Shekhawat sat in his plush leather chair, his fingers drumming against the polished mahogany desk, irritation pulsing in his veins. The soft hum of the air conditioner did little to cool his rising frustration as his personal assistant, Tanishka Rajput, dumped another stack of files onto his desk.

"Sir, these need your urgent approval," she said, her voice composed but firm.

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