Setu used his personal card to open the hotel room door, a room that he and Shabd had often spent time in together. As he entered, he noticed the darkness enveloping the space.
The dim light from the glass window reflected off the shiny floor, just below the black shoes of the man sitting leisurely on the couch. Setu switched on the lights and closed the door, immediately detecting the scent of alcohol in the air. He approached the couch and observed Shabd, whom he hadn't seen in months. Shabd appeared pale and exhausted.
Sighing, Setu took a seat in front of him and gazed at Shabd with concern in his eyes.
"What's wrong with you? You've been keeping busy, not answering my calls. Your assistant has no idea where you are. When I call your home, no one confirms your presence. When I call
