At night,
Shivaksh was lying comfortably on his bed, while Ivaan’s bunk was directly above him and Samar’s bed was placed right beside his. The three of them shared the same hostel room, making it their little world away from the rest of the university.

Ivaan was calmly sorting out some academic problems, focused and composed, while Samar sat nearby scrolling through his phone. In contrast, Shivaksh lay lost in his own thoughts, a soft, unexplainable smile lingering on his face. He pulled a pillow close to his chest, squeezing it lightly as he shut his eyes, almost as if he were quietly blushing at something only he could see.