YUVAN
The morning light was a relentless, golden intrusion, spilling across the mahogany desk and warming the side of my face. I blinked, my neck stiff from the awkward angle, and realized I’d never made it to the bed. The heavy scent of old paper and highlighter ink anchored me to the present—I was in Delhi, and the most important week of my academic life had officially begun.
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