Damodar, now desperate to mend the situation, stammered, “We… we had no idea, sir. Please forgive our oversight.”

Ramprasadji shook his head slowly. “It’s not just about oversight. It’s about respect and dignity for every individual, irrespective of their appearance. This treatment reflects poorly on the institution and its values.”

Kavita approached timidly, her eyes downcast. “I’m truly sorry, sir. I misjudged you, and I regret my actions.”