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The break period had filled the school corridors with scattered laughter and idle conversations. Near the front block, Avantika stood leaning slightly against the railing, balancing a few books in her arms. Her laughter rang outโ€”light, genuineโ€”as she spoke to Arjun. He was one of the few people she had come to befriend over the past few months, a connection formed through shared struggles as scholarship students. They weren't best friends, not like Khushi, but there was an ease between them.

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๐‘๐‘ฆ๐‘Ž๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘–_๐‘Ž๐‘ข๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ (Ishiii)

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๐ฟ๐‘œ๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘›๐‘ , โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘Ž๐‘โ„Ž๐‘’, ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘ค๐‘–๐‘กโ„Ž ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ- ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก'๐‘  ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐ผ ๐‘ค๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘’๐Ÿ–ค