Saiyaara -V2
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INSIDE MNC TECH OFFICE - 23RD FLOOR - NIGHT
A sleek, modern workspace. Rows of cubicles glow under warm white lights. Rain taps relentlessly on the glass windows lining the far wall, blurring the Mumbai skyline beyond.
It's past 9 PM. The usual office buzz is long gone ,chairs are empty, monitors dark. But one cubicle, lit up like an island, holds VAANI BATRA, hunched slightly forward, lost in her application.
Her fingers race across the keyboard, silver metallic bangles softly clinking as they move - a sound that fills the quiet air like a lullaby. Her brows furrow. An error again. Her mouse hand clenches slightly, her phone wedged between shoulder and ear as she speaks to her roommate.
"I'll try to leave as soon as possible. Yeah, I know the weather's bad and I should've been home by now, but you know how our onsite lead is , everything's urgent for him. Sometimes I feel like when he can't meet his own deadlines, he puts all the pressure on us instead."
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