The door swung open, and a hesitant figure stepped inside. Viraagya's gaze narrowed, his eyes boring into the intruder. "Speak," he ordered, his tone brooking no argument.

The assistant, Ankit, swallowed hard before launching into his report. "Sir, the girl who was with you yesterday—"

Viraagya's eyes snapped with interest, and he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the armrests. "Continue," he growled, his voice low and menacing.

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