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Heer Thakur's life currently is all about one goal: "3 lakh rupees in three months."
Abhishek Sharma, the classic angry young man who insists everything goes according to his meticulous plans...
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9. Emotional Breakdown.
[A/N: translations are not added for hindi dialogues, might be added soon.
Translations for few marwari lines used in the cahoter are available. Spare my poor Marwari.]
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I sat on the garden chair, the metal cool against my skin, with my course book open in front of me. The warm sunlight filtered through the leaves above, dappling the pages with soft golden spots.
My phone rested beside me, the faint hum of the lecture playing through the speaker. I leaned back slightly, lazily spinning a pen between my fingers, my attention wavering between the monotone voice in the lecture and the gentle rustling of the breeze around me.
It wasn’t like I had any pressing work today. Aunty had gone out with her friends, leaving the house peaceful and unusually quiet.
My first instinct had been to laze around and scroll through my phone, but guilt eventually won. I figured studying, even half-heartedly, was a better way to spend the day.
My hair was tied up in a loose bun, secured with a clutcher I’d grabbed absentmindedly. A few strands had rebelliously slipped free, brushing against my cheek whenever the wind picked up. I reached up to tuck them back behind my ear, only for them to fall back into place again. Giving up, I sighed and focused on the book in front of me.
The lecture droned on in my ears as I tapped my pen against the page. I felt my concentration slipping. The words in the book began to blur together, and my mind wandered to everything but the material I was supposed to be absorbing.
"Why do these lectures always feel like a lullaby the moment I decide to actually focus?" I said bitterly, rolling my eyes.
The garden was calm, almost soothing. The flowers swayed gently in the breeze, and somewhere in the distance, I could hear the faint chirping of birds. My mind kept pulling me toward the peace around me rather than the chaos of contents staring back at me from the book. I exhaled loudly, almost scolding myself for being so easily distracted.
