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Mumbai never waited for anyone.
It roared, breathed, and swallowed people whole-dreamers, fighters, the broken and the brave. And on a humid July morning, as the city woke up to honking cars and hurried lives, Khushi Kumari Gupta stepped into it with a past heavier than her suitcase and a heart trained to survive quietly.
Mumbai University's stone gates loomed in front of her-ancient, intimidating, and full of promises she wasn't sure she deserved.
Two years, she reminded herself.
Just two years of being normal.
No bodyguards.
No spotlight.
No Arnav Singh Raizada.
She adjusted the strap of her bag and exhaled slowly.
"Masters in Psychology," she murmured, more to steady herself than to state a fact.
Psychology-because she had spent her entire life understanding pain without anyone teaching her how.