Chapter 9

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As the days dragged on, Risha found herself increasingly preoccupied with her search for the elusive paper. Despite her best efforts, she had been unable to locate any online vendors that carried the specific type of paper she required, and her inquiries at various stationary stores had proven equally fruitless. Nevertheless, she remained determined to persevere until she had located both the paper and the mysterious man she sought.

Finally, after several days of absence, Risha resigned herself to returning to school. She knew that she couldn't evade her academic responsibilities indefinitely. Upon her arrival, she took to inquiring after the paper among her fellow students, hoping that someone might be able to furnish her with a lead. Alas, her queries were met with nothing but blank stares and shaking heads.

As she made her way through the crowded hallway, Risha found herself accosted by one of her classmates, a girl named Sadikshya. "Hey, where have you been?" Sadikshya asked, her voice tinged with a hint of concern.

Oh, I've just been under the weather," Risha replied, hoping to deflect any further inquiries. It wouldn't do to reveal the true extent of her preoccupation to anyone, least of all someone who had never shown much interest in her before.

"Well, I'm glad to see you're feeling better," Sadikshya said, before bidding her farewell and disappearing into the throngs of students milling about the corridor.

Risha was left feeling bemused by the exchange. She couldn't quite understand why Sadikshya seemed to care now, when she had barely acknowledged her existence before. Shaking her head, she made her way to the teacher's room, intent on addressing the backlog of missed assignments that had accumulated in her absence.

As she was preparing to leave, her gaze fell upon a notebook lying open on the table. And there, staring back at her, was the paper she had been seeking all this time. She couldn't believe her eyes. Tentatively, she reached out and touched the page, and the familiar sensation confirmed that this was indeed the object of her search.

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