The sprawling college campus was awash in the gentle hues of late afternoon, the golden light filtering softly through towering oak trees that cast dancing shadows upon brick pathways. The rustle of pages, distant laughter, and faint murmurs of students mingled with the occasional chirp of birds flitting from branch to branch. Amidst this vibrant scene, Shreya found herself seated alone at a quiet corner table in the library—a sanctuary of stillness surrounded by towering shelves of leather-bound volumes and polished wood. The heavy scent of aged paper filled the air, a calming scent that somehow contrasted with the chaos that ruled her life outside these walls.
Clad in a simple yet neat combination of a soft cream sweater and well-fitted dark jeans, Shreya tried to lose herself in a dog-
