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Ahanya pov:-

The bell rang, signaling the end of the second lecture. My friends were already taking out their notes, preparing for the next subject, but I couldn’t do it anymore. My chest felt tight, my throat heavy. The thought of sitting through his class — his piercing gaze, his mocking smirk, his voice echoing in my ears — made me want to scream.

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