The air inside the office is quiet, smelling faintly of old paper, rain, and bitter tea. Arindam is leaning casually against the edge of his dark wood desk, a single sheet of paper held between his fingers.When the door pushes open to reveal a towering, precarious stack of notebooks with only a pair of wet sneakers visible underneath his gaze lifts. He sets the paper down on his desk without a word and steps forward.Before Riya can even figure out how to maneuver past the doorway without dropping the entire load, Arindam reaches out and lifts the heavy mountain straight