Author's POV:

Avantika flopped onto her bed, stretching her arms above her head with a deep sigh. The dim orange glow of the evening sky seeped through her curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. She had just finished her evening snack—two slices of toast with peanut butter and a mug of warm coffee—and now, with her books spread open in front of her, she attempted to focus. But her mind kept drifting back to what had happened today.