"Niloy, wake up. You'll be late for the exam."
A tall figure rushed into the kitchen, her slender frame draped in an orange saree named Lata. Her large eyes pierced the morning silence with a gentle yet firm reminder.
"Wake up..."
"Niloy..."
"Wake uppppp...."
After a spell, her brows arched, recognizing he wouldn't stir from slumber at this pace. Ascending the stairs, she found his chamber ajar and ventured in, her bark breaking the silence. He lay immersed in serene repose, his lengthy lashes gently grazing his cheeks, framing eyes akin to pools of midnight. His complexion radiated with a warmth reminiscent of gilded hues, while ebony locks cascaded around his countenance, accentuating its refined contours. Each soft exhalation seemed to emit an aura of youthful vigor and graceful composure.
Her ire soared to new heights as she clenched her fists. "Still in the embrace of sleep!" she muttered, yanking the curtain aside. The first rays of dawn bathed his golden-hued skin, yet despite the advancing light, Niloy stirred only faintly, protesting with murmurs as he instinctively drew the blanket closer, seeking solace from the encroaching morning.
As dawn's light filtered through the curtains, a tender smile graced her lips as she observed him, reluctant to relinquish the embrace of slumber. With a gentle sigh, she extended her hand, fingers tracing the soft strands of his hair, a whisper of encouragement escaping her lips. "Wake up...Your English exam awaits," she murmured.
The persistent call of his mother's voice cut through the hazy veil of dreams, coaxing him back to consciousness. Slowly, Niloy stirred, confusion knitting his brow as the weight of his impending exam settled upon him. With a surge of adrenaline, he propelled himself from the comfort of his bed, limbs moving in a blur as he hastily donned his clothes. Disoriented, he lashed out, his words tinged with frustration and fear, accusing his mother of neglecting to wake him on time.
She startled by his sudden outburst, endeavored to calm his agitation, reassuring him of her earlier attempts to wake him. However, her explanations fell on deaf ears as he hastily made his way outside, settling onto his bicycle and pedaling towards his exam center. His countenance bore a pallor, tinged with a hint of sorrow. As he navigated the narrow road, each vendor and passerby inquired about his well-being, to which Niloy responded with a weary smile. His gaze drifted, taking in the bustling scene: rickshaws, autos, and a scattering of cars and trucks weaving through the congested thoroughfare, flanked by buildings on either side in Magura town.
As he pedaled along the bustling street, a herd of cows meandered across his path, prompting him to halt his cycle with a frustrated sigh. The tantalizing scent of various foods and spices wafted into his nostrils from the roadside eateries, teasing his empty stomach. Regret washed over him as he realized he should have stopped for breakfast. But time was not on his side, and before him loomed the imposing façade of his college, 'Govt. Huseyn Shaheed Suhrawardy College, Magura'. With a quick stop, he purchased a humble loaf of bread for 10 TK and a handful of ripe bananas for 5 TK. Parking his cycle in the designated area, he sat down to savor his simple meal before disappearing into the confines of his room.
In the hushed confines of the examination hall, time trickled by like grains of sand through an hourglass for Niloy. Despite the two remaining hours, he had only addressed a few questions, a testament not to his lack of capability but rather to his disinterest in chasing after perfect scores. As his gaze wandered, laden with palpable remorse, he observed his peers fervently engrossed in their papers, some perhaps even succumbing to the allure of deceit.
With each passing moment, Niloy's countenance grew heavier, burdened by an unspoken weight. His fingers idly toyed with his pen, betraying the storm brewing within. Meanwhile, Professor Ahmed, a figure of middle age with an air of authority, cast an observant eye over the hall, his attention drawn repeatedly to the motionless form of Niloy. Fifteen minutes slipped by, each one amplifying the professor's frustration until, finally, he could tolerate it no longer.
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