Agastya lay on his bed, ..one arm folded under his head, the other lazily scrolling through his phone. The room was quiet except for the faint tapping sound coming from Keerti's side.
She sat cross-legged on her bed, laptop open, completely immersed in the lectures she had missed. One by one, she covered everything, her brows slightly furrowed in concentration. Since evening, Agastya hadn't really spoken to her. He wasn't ignoring her either. Whenever she asked something, he explained it without looking at her for too long, keeping it brief, controlled.
**Hey, you wonderful people! 🌟** First off, thank you genuinely for reading what I put out here. Every view, every read means more to me than you know. A little about me: I'm a CA student, juggling college, studies, exams, and somewhere in between all of that I write. Not because I have to, but because I love it. This space is my escape, my passion, and honestly, my sanity. But let's be real being a student is exhausting. Between lectures, assignments, and CA prep, carving out time to research, write, and show up here consistently takes a lot out of me. I do it all on my own, with zero budget and a whole lot of heart. If my writing has ever made you think, smile, or feel something and if you're in a position where you'd like to support this little corner of the internet there's a way you can help me keep going. ☕ Your support, however small, helps me keep the lights on here and honestly, it means the world to a student just trying to do what they love alongside ever .
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