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Author's'S POV:- Her mind raced as she lay awake amidst the early hours of the morning, thoughts swirling through her head. She stared up at the ceiling, watching the shadows dance across the walls, the silence of the night interrupted only by the occasional distant sound of a car passing by on the street below. It had been four years since the incident, and time had passed in a blur. She tried to find solace in that fact, that time had a way of dulling the edges, making things less painful, but somehow, she still couldn't shake the memories. As she lay there, the memories of the night were as vivid as ever. She remembered it as if it had happened yesterday, and the guilt and fear were still fresh in her mind. The darkness seemed to close in around her, and she couldn't seem to find peace no matter how hard she tried. She sat up in bed, throwing the blankets off and sliding to the edge of the mattress. She looked at the digital clock on her nightstand, and the bright red numbers read 3:30a.m. She sighed, knowing she had no chance of getting back to sleep now. She got up, the floor cold against her feet, and walked over to the window. She pushed the curtains aside and looked out into the city below. The streets were empty, the only movement coming from a couple of flickering street lamps. The city was eerily still, like it was holding its breath. She leaned against the window sill, the cool glass against her skin, and closed her eyes. She tried to clear her mind, to block out the memories, but they came rushing back, the visions of that night playing out in her mind like a movie she couldn't turn off. She let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of it all on her shoulders. She had hoped that time would take the pain away, that the memories would fade, but they still haunted her, reminding her of a past that she couldn't escape. She sat back down on the bed, the mattress sagging under her weight. She looked around the room, the dim light of the street lamps outside casting shadows on the walls. The silence seemed deafening, and she longed for some kind of distraction, anything to keep her mind from going back to the past. As she sat there, her mind started to wander again, dwelling on all the what-ifs and regrets. She couldn't help but wonder if she could have done something differently, if things could have turned out another way. But those thoughts only made her feel worse, fueling the guilt that had been eating at her for years. She felt a tightness in her chest, an all-too-familiar sensation. She tried to shake it off, to tell herself that it was just her anxiety getting the better of her, but the feeling only grew stronger. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down, but her heart rate only increased, the thumping in her chest getting louder and louder. She clutched her chest, her fingers gripping the fabric of her shirt, trying to steady herself. She felt her body start to shake, the panic bubbling up inside her, like a pot on the verge of boiling over. Her breath came in short gasps as she struggled to catch her breath. She tried to keep herself together, to push through the panic, but it was no use. She felt like she was drowning, the memories and the anxiety sucking her down into the depths. She stumbled off the bed, her legs feeling weak and shaky, and made her way to the bathroom. The cool tile felt grounding under her feet, but the panic was still there, gripping her chest and making it hard to breathe. She leaned against the sink, her hands gripping the cold porcelain, and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with fear, and she felt like a stranger in her own body. She turned on the faucet, the sound of the water helping to drown out the thoughts in her head, if only for a moment. She splashed some cold water on her face, the shock of the water helping to bring her back to reality. She turned off the faucet and looked at herself in the mirror again. The panic was still there, but now there was something else as well - anger. Anger at herself, at the situation, anger at everything. She forced herself to focus on something else, anything else. She tried to push the memories aside and concentrate on something productive. She walked over to her desk and sat down, staring at the open books and notes scattered around her. She had finals coming up, and she knew she needed to study if she wanted to pass. The thought of studying was overwhelming, the very idea of focusing on something so seemingly mundane and unimportant seemed impossible. Despite the distractions and the crippling anxiety, the woman was still a top student. She had always been intelligent and driven, and it showed in her grades and academic achievements. As she delved deeper into her studies, she found herself falling into a rhythm. The words and numbers began to make sense, the information starting to stick in her mind. For a brief moment, the memories and the anxiety faded into the background, replaced by the satisfaction of intellectual engagement. She continued to study late into the night, her focus unwavering. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she had some modicum of control, like she had a purpose beyond just surviving. But even as she poured over the books and notes, that nagging voice in the back of her mind was still there. The memories were still lurking in the shadows, waiting for a moment of weakness or distraction to rear their ugly heads again. She knew that the memories were there, but she tried to ignore them, to keep her focus on her studies. She repeated to herself that she would deal with them later, once she had passed her finals and had a bit more mental bandwidth to devote to sorting through her thoughts and feelings. She was exhausted, her eyes tired and itchy from staring at the pages for so long. But she couldn't bring herself to stop, not yet. She had to keep going, to push through the exhaustion and the nagging thoughts, to keep her mind occupied with something productive. She continued to study, her determination fueled by the knowledge that this was the last exam, the last obstacle between her and respite from academic stress. She knew that if she could just get through this last test, she would have time to breathe, time to focus on other things besides academics. The more she studied, the more the information sank in, the more she felt confident in her abilities. She had always been good at academic pursuits, and that was evident in the way she quickly grasped concepts and remembered facts. She finally looked up from her books, the sunlight already streaming through the curtains in the room. She had been studying all night, her eyes heavy and her brain feeling like mush. She blinked a few times, trying to orient herself in reality. She had lost track of time, the hours blending together as she studied and lost herself in the words on the page. She looked at the clock on the wall and cursed under her breath. It was 7 a.m., only a few hours left until her exam. She reluctantly closed her books and got up from her desk, her body stiff and sore from sitting in the same position for so long. She made her way to the bathroom, her mind still buzzing with information from her studies. She splashed some cold water on her face, trying to wake herself up. She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes red and puffy, dark circles forming under them from the lack of sleep. Her eyes flicked down to her wrists, where faint scars were visible. The sight of them brought back a wave of emotions, guilt and shame washing over her. She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the memories and the thoughts that came with them. She couldn't afford to get caught up in that right now, not with the exam looming over her. So she pushed the memories aside and started to get ready for the exam. She took a quick shower to wash the sleep and grime from her body, then got dressed in a neat and presentable outfit. She arrived at the prestigious campus of New York University, her heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. This was it, the final exam of her college career, the culmination of years of hard work and dedication. " Hey arushi " someone said from behind. She turned around at the sound of her name, her heart thudding in her chest. It was her classmate, a familiar face from many classes together. "Hey," he said, a friendly smile on his face. "You ready for this? You look nervous." She forced a smile, trying to hide her anxiety. "Yeah, I'm good," she lied. "Just a bit nervous, you know?" Her classmate chuckled, clearly not fooled by her attempt at nonchalance. "Yeah, I get it. This one's a big one, huh? But you'll do great. You're the top of the class, after all." Her classmate nodded, his expression turning more serious. "So, how did you study for this one? I've been up half the night cramming every last detail, but I still feel like I don't know enough." She shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. "You know, just the usual. Reviewing notes, studying past exams, practicing problem sets." She purposefully left out the part about studying until 7a.m. They walked together into the grand auditorium where the exam was being held. It was a large, sterile room with rows upon rows of desks, all facing a large stage upfront where professors were set up at a long table. There were hushed whispers and murmurs among the students as they settled into their seats. She could feel the tension in the room, the collective nerves of the entire class palpable in the air. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on her own breathing. The memories and the anxiety were there, lurking in the background, but she pushed them aside. This was her time to shine, her moment to prove herself. The room fell silent as the proctor stepped up to the microphone, announcing the start of the exam. Her Heart rate quickened, and she could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She glanced over at her classmate, who shot her a reassuring smile. She returned the gesture as she turned back to her desk, setting her things down and focusing fiercely on the first question on the page. The questions came fast and furious, each one requiring her to draw on a specific piece of information or concept from her studies. She worked through them quickly, her mind like a sponge absorbing and regurgitating information effortlessly. Despite her anxiety and the memories that threatened to derail her focus, she plowed through the exam, one question after another. She barely registered the passage of time, her mind locked in an intense battle with the test. She stepped out of the auditorium 3 hours later, the cool air a welcome relief from the tense atmosphere inside. The exam was over, and she felt a mixture of relief and exhaustion. She had given it her all, pouring all her knowledge and effort into each question. But now all she wanted to do was collapse in her bed and sleep for a week. Despite the exhaustion, the woman felt a sense of accomplishment. Whatever the result of the exam, she knew she had done her best, that she had left nothing on the table. As she started walking back to her apartment, she realized she had an entire summer ahead of her, free from academic stress and responsibilities. The thought filled her with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. She smiled to herself, feeling a strange sense of liberation. For the first time in years, she had no set plans, no goals or expectations hanging over her. The possibilities were endless, and it was both thrilling and terrifying. She arrived at her apartment, a modest but cozy space she had called home for the past few years. As she walked through the door, a sense of relief washed over her. She was finally back, safe and sound in her own private sanctuary. She locked the door behind her and kicked off her shoes, the exhaustion hitting her like a ton of bricks. The adrenaline that had fueled her through the exam was fading, leaving her feeling drained and fuzzy-headed. She shuffled into her bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, not even bothering to change out of her clothes. Her eyes began to droop almost immediately, and she let herself be carried away by the sweet embrace of sleep. _________________________________________________________________ This is the first chapter,now you all might be thinking about her past or why she is like this.i guess this information is for later. Bye bye!!!!!!!!! Love you Arushi is Beauty with a brain.