Arjun Menon Part 1 – The Prayer at Midnight Rahul sat hunched over his desk in the dim hostel room, surrounded by a fortress of half-empty coffee mugs, Maggi packets, and photocopied notes so smudged they looked like ancient manuscripts. The fan spun lazily above his head, squeaking every few rotations like it too was tired of his engineering syllabus. His phone buzzed with memes from his batchmates: “Bro, syllabus is the real horror movie.” He groaned, ran a hand through his unwashed hair, and stared at the thick book of electronics. The words danced in front of his eyes,…