Standing outside Abhimanyu’s private office, Akshita tightened her hold on the R&D file and took a slow breath. Her heart had been beating far too quickly for the past few minutes, and no amount of telling herself to calm down seemed to be working. The strangest part? She didn’t even know why she was nervous. She quickly straightened her kurti, took another breath, and finally lifted her hand to knock on the door.
Knock. Knock.
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