As Rashi sat on the bench after Raghav had walked away, a faint smile tugged at her lips. She didn’t often engage with people outside her small circle, but something about him had caught her attention. It wasn’t his looks, nor his personality. It was his energy. There was a stillness to him, a quiet depth that made him stand out from the others around campus. He was... predictable in his unpredictability. Most students, especially the ones in technical fields, were so wrapped up in their own worlds, buried in their books or their codes, that they barely noticed anything outside of their immediate surroundings. But Raghav, despite his focused demeanor, was different. He had that slight unease in his eyes, as if he was always half-aware of something—something just out of reach, like a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve.
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