𝟑𝟔. ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ

The evening sky had slowly begun painting itself in shades of orange and pink, casting a warm glow through the large windows of the Sharma residence. The pleasant breeze slipping through the half-open balcony door gently fluttered the white curtains, carrying with it the distant sounds of children playing in the neighborhood. It was one of those peaceful evenings where everything around seemed calm, yet inside one particular room, chaos had completely taken over someone's mind.

Sitting cross-legged on her bed with mathematics books scattered around her, Ahanshi stared blankly at the notebook lying in front of her.