AyushSaikar
Rohan was a whisper in a world that shouted. A quiet observer in a classroom buzzing with noise, a shadow flitting through the crowded hallways of his school. He carried himself with a perpetual hunch, as if trying to shrink into himself, to become invisible. His eyes, large and dark, usually held a distant, almost haunted look, as if he was constantly looking inward, grappling with thoughts too heavy for his sixteen years. He wasn't a rebellious kid, not exactly. He didn't cause trouble, didn't talk back to teachers. He simply existed, a quiet, withdrawn presence on the fringes of everyone else's lives. Beneath the surface of his quiet demeanor, however, a tempest raged. A constant battle against the crushing weight of expectations, the gnawing fear of failure, and the deep, aching loneliness that had become his constant companion. He was a pressure cooker on the verge of exploding, a fragile soul navigating a world that often felt too harsh, too demanding. He yearned for escape, for a place where he could breathe, where the whispers in his mind would finally fall silent.