The bell rang out loud followed with a loud yelling on the old door. A lady wearing pink saree with backless blouse and deep cut in the front from where her cleavage was showing, ran towards the door in hurried steps. She open up the lock from the top and pulled the door inwards, opening it.

There stood a man of probably a bit lower than six feet, with unsteady steps and wobbling around in his place. He was wearing a white shirt which was halfway way unbuttoned revealing his sweaty hard chest. His black tie was dangling from his neck and hairs messy. He was holding and office bag, slightly leaning his free hand on the wall for support.