At Prisha's room the scattered textbooks and notebooks that lay in disarray on her desk. She sat on the plush couch, her phone clutched in her hand, the screen reflecting her frustrated expression. A thick physics textbook,lay open before her, but she had clearly given up. With a sigh, she slammed the book shut and shoved it aside, a frown creasing her brow.

Shivansh, seated at his desk near the window, was immersed in his laptop, the soft glow of the screen highlighting the focused intensity in his eyes. He glanced at Prisha, noticing her agitation, but remained silent, giving her space. Prisha, however, was in no mood for silence. She glared at him and said, "kya sare time bs laptop ko dekhte rhte h?"