Amrita Pandey 1 It was late evening in Karol Bagh, the streets buzzing with the usual chaos of cycle rickshaws, honking cars, and the smell of samosas frying at the corner shop. Ananya Sharma sat at her study table, biology notes spread across her desk, highlighter uncapped but idle. Her phone buzzed with the familiar chime of a WhatsApp message. Expecting it to be her best friend Neha, she unlocked the screen, only to find a text from an unknown number: “Bro, don’t forget tomorrow’s test.” She frowned. Her own mock test was scheduled two days later, so clearly this…
