Humiliated?

Diana

05th September Inside the community at Malabar Hills, Mumbai.

With a fresh breeze, the bright sun covered in greyish clouds emitting slight illuminations giving enough warmth on a calm day. A red car halted near the 50-floor skyscraper apartment. The wind from the serene sprawling beach hit his body giving chills.

Glanced at the beautiful sea, his spirit uplifted. Inhaling the briny air, a tall man with built muscles hugged his clothes with a few strands of messy hair falling onto his right eye. A crafty smile plastered on his contented lips walked into the 40th story with a stack of files.

The main door as wide as it was tall left ajar welcomed him with the lavish, sophisticated interior. The glossy white marble floor, decorated with designed artistic paintings that dominated the walls, every color is bold and painted with such precise lines that it almost looks like a mosaic.

The walls coated in whitish-grey, perfectly placed furniture, and the beach view enveloped with the la