8 parts Ongoing The lecture continued, but her mind wasn't at peace. No matter how much she tried to ignore them, their presence alone was enough to make her feel caged.
she focused harder, forcing herself to copy the notes, letter by letter, word by word, until something landed on her desk. A small, crumpled piece of paper.
Her fingers hovered over it, hesitating. Every instinct screamed at her to leave it untouched, to pretend she hadn't seen it. But curiosity, foolish and reckless, got the better of her, slowly, she unfolded it.
"You forgot to fold your hands in prayer too. Be careful, Little Temple Girl. Some Gods here demand a different kind of devotion."
Her breath hitched. The handwriting was precise, sharp, elegant, almost too perfect. She didn't need to turn around to know who had sent it.
A low chuckled from behind confirmed it.
Advait.
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Purnima Sharma X Advait Raisinghania
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