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The afternoon sun was sliding behind the jagged peaks of the Dehradun hills, casting long, eerie shadows across the Raichand branch office. Inside the executive suite, the air-conditioning was humming at a freezing sixteen degrees, but Kabir Sharma was sweating. He stood in front of the massive mahogany desk, his hand discreetly pressing against his lower right abdomen. The pain was a sharp, stabbing needle, a reminder that his appendix was a ticking time bomb.