𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬.
Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore ne...
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THE National Law University, Delhi.
The lecture hall was buzzing with low murmurs, the kind of dead energy that comes from a group of students who have collectively given up on life but still show up because attendance is a thing baby.
I tightened my hair ribbon, rubbing my frozen fingers together inside the sleeves of my white oversized cardigan. Delhi winters were cruel, but law school? Law school was a different kind of suffering. The heater in our classroom was about as reliable as a politician's promises-always there, never working.
Dixit, the most unserious gym bro charm of our campus, legally known as Devyansh Krit Verman but call him that, and he'll block you in real life-slumped into the chair beside me with all the grace of a man who had just survived a war. His bag hit the floor with a thud, his black hoodie was slightly askew over his white T-shirt, and his ever-present silver chain rested against his collarbones. In one hand, he held his protein shake bottle-oh and let me tell you he don't drink gym protine shake he drink Cerelac. Yup, baby food. Please don't even question why.
"Nahella, I had an existential crisis today."
"You have those every day." I said.
"No, but this time it was serious." he insisted. "I looked at my law books, and for the first time... they looked back."
Alisha- my bestie on the other hand, scrolling through her phone- probably Instagram, barely looked up. "You mean the cover was reflective?" She rolled her eyes.
"Exactly!" Dixit whispered, as if he had just discovered fire. "I broke the seal for the first time."
I exhaled and glanced around the room at my fellow inmates-sorry, classmates. NLU Delhi had a way of draining the life out of people. We had entered with dreams of justice, and by the time we graduated, we'd be nothing but caffeine-dependent insomniacs with permanent back pain.
