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Visit to the Psychiatrist

It was summer, the sun was shining bright, and the temperature was rising. You could feel the scorching heat, a drop of sweat rolling down the face of the security guard standing at the gate. He must be in his early 40’s. well-dressed, sleek, and healthy physique. A walkie-talkie in his hand, checking with the parking lot guard if there was any space for a car. A Mercedes S-Class entered from the gate. The car stopped at the security gate to make an entry. The guard quickly reached out to the driver with his register for making an entry. He smiled at the driver and made way for the car to go ahead after getting a confirmation from the parking lot guard. The car stopped in a parking lot. There weren’t many empty spots left. It was a busy commercial complex with offices and clinics of highly renowned chartered accountants, builders, doctors, and lawyers. Nisha got out of her car. She had an appointment with a psychiatrist. Nisha is in her mid 30's, 5 feet, 9 inches fair-skinned with a clear and smooth complexion. She has a well-defined, pointed nose that adds to her overall elegance. Her hair is a beautiful cascade of brown curls that fall just below her shoulders, framing her face. Her eyes are her most captivating feature, with a dreamy quality that appears even more mesmerising when enhanced with kajal and eyeliner. Nisha has a sophisticated and…