just next to kumari karishmas table was the glass door that led to the main office , and within that office seated on a plush red sofa chair behind his table , dressed in a silken red kurta with a thick gold chain hanging around his neck , was the balding rotund figure of pandit kirat lal kanti , who at the moment was deeply immersed in his thoughts , his fat fingers at intervals tapping the glass top of his table .