Ayush sits alone, nervously fidgeting with a folder in his lap. His eyes dart from the glowing digital clock on the wall to the heavy wooden door opposite him. The golden sunlight creates sharp contrasts, outlining his silhouette and highlighting the sheen of sweat on his forehead.

Ayush[/@ch_1]'s anxious face. Each breath he takes seems to echo in the otherwise quiet room, and the ambient office noise fades beneath his racing thoughts.] "This is it. Just breathe. I can do this," he whispers to himself, his voice barely audible. He checks his watch, wipes his palms on his trousers, and straightens his posture, gripping the folder tighter. Determination flashes in his eyes as he fixes them on the closed door.

Ayush[/@ch_1]'s face, capturing every nuance of his emotions. The sunlight warms his skin, but the tension in the room remains cold and unyielding.] Ayush rehearses his answers silently, lips moving in the faintest whisper. The folder—filled with weeks of preparation—rests like a lifeline between his hands. He draws another steadying breath, feeling the weight of possibility pressing on his shoulders.

Ayush[/@ch_1]'s heart.] His gaze sharpens, and he straightens even further in his chair, bracing himself for what’s to come. The sunlight shifts, casting a hopeful golden glow across his determined expression.

Ayush rises, folder in hand, ready to face his future. The tension breaks, replaced by a surge of resolve and anticipation. He steps forward, meeting the gaze of the interviewer with newfound confidence.

Ayush stands tall, his nerves replaced with determination. He offers a firm handshake, his voice steady and clear as he introduces himself. In that instant, the weeks of preparation crystallize into the courage needed for the next few minutes.