
ADHYA
Friday mornings were never this heavy. I had woken up with a strange tightness in my chest, as if the universe itself was waiting for something — or someone. My bag felt heavier, my steps slower, and every corridor seemed longer than usual.

ADHYA
Friday mornings were never this heavy. I had woken up with a strange tightness in my chest, as if the universe itself was waiting for something — or someone. My bag felt heavier, my steps slower, and every corridor seemed longer than usual.
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