The sky was already grey when Anaya left the house.
She looked at it once.
Then went back inside.
The umbrella was near the door.
She picked it up.
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The street was quieter than usual.
A few people walking fast.
One auto moving slowly through the light drizzle.
Anaya kept her bag close and walked.
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The drizzle stayed exactly as it was.
Not heavy enough to open the umbrella.
Not light enough to ignore.
She opened it anyway.
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The coaching building appeared at the end of the road.
She folded the umbrella at the door.
Shook it once.
Then walked up the stairs.
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The corridor was less crowded today.
The rain had kept some people slow.
A few boys were still coming up the stairs behind her.
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She entered the classroom.
Her eyes moved toward the third bench.
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Her seat was taken.
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Priya sat there.
Beside her another girl had shifted inward.
The bench was full.
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Anaya stopped for one second.
Her eyes moved across the room.
First bench — full.
Second bench — full.
Third bench — full.
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"Anaya."
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She turned.
Navya.
Second bench.
She was looking directly at her.
Her face open.
Bright.
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"Sit here."
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Navya shifted sideways.
Her bag moved under the desk.
Her elbow pulled in.
A space appeared beside her.
Not a large space.
Just enough.
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Anaya looked at the space.
Then at Navya.
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Navya smiled.
"Sit."
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Her voice was the same as always.
Easy.
Unhurried.
As if she had been saving that space since morning.
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Anaya didn't move immediately.
Her eyes stayed on Navya's face for a moment.
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There was nothing complicated in it.
No calculation.
No second meaning.
Just — sit.
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Anaya looked at the space again.
Then back at Navya.
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Navya patted the bench once lightly.
"Here."
Still smiling.
Still easy.
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Anaya walked over.
She placed her bag under the desk.
Sat down.
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The bench was slightly cramped.
Her elbow almost touched Navya's.
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She looked at Navya's face one more time.
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Navya had already turned back to her notebook.
As if nothing had happened.
As if making space where there was no space was the most ordinary thing in the world.
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Anaya looked at her for another moment.
The surprise hadn't fully left her face yet.
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Then she looked forward.
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Outside the rain had gotten slightly heavier.
It touched the window glass quietly.
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ting.
Anaya's eyes lifted.
Her gaze moved toward the sound.
Navya.
The keyring rested in her hand.
She was turning it once.
Lightly.
Without looking at it.
Her eyes were on her notebook.
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Anaya placed her notebook on the desk.
Opened it.
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But her eyes moved to Navya once more.
Just for a second.
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Navya was writing something.
Her pen moving steadily.
Her face calm.
Unbothered.
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Anaya looked at her for that one second.
Then looked back at her own page.
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The rain continued outside.
Soft.
Steady.
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And the bench that had no space — had space.
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Aarav walked in.
Register beneath one arm.
He placed it on the desk.
Looked across the classroom once.
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His eyes moved to the second bench.
Then the third.
Then back to the front.
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"Open your notebooks."
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Pages turned across the classroom.
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"Any questions from yesterday's exercise."
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A brief silence.
Then a hand from the first bench.
Arjun.
"Sir the third numerical — the empirical formula step."
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Aarav picked up the chalk.
Turned toward the board.
A few lines appeared.
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Beside Anaya, Navya was already writing something down.
Her pen moving fast.
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Another hand.
Rishu.
"Sir the percentage composition — when oxygen is not given directly."
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"You calculate it."
A pause.
"How."
Rishu looked at her notebook.
"Subtract the rest from 100."
"Correct."
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More hands.
More questions.
The board filled slowly.
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Aarav turned toward the class once.
"Everyone solved the third numerical?"
A few heads nodded.
A few didn't move.
One boy near the back scratched his neck slowly.
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Aarav looked at him.
"Problem?"
The boy straightened.
"The last step sir."
"Which last step."
"The n factor."
"What did you get."
"3."
"And the answer."
"It didn't match."
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Aarav almost smiled.
Not quite.
But almost.
"Because n is never 3 in that question."
He turned to the board.
Wrote two lines.
"Check your empirical mass again."
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The boy looked at his notebook.
A few seconds passed.
"Oh."
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A quiet laugh escaped from somewhere near the window.
Then another.
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Aarav placed the chalk down.
"Everyone makes that mistake once."
A brief pause.
"Only once."
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A few more quiet laughs.
Even Navya smiled beside Anaya.
Rishu shook her head slowly — smiling.
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Navya leaned slightly toward Anaya.
Anaya looked at the board.
'He makes jokes too?'
Her face completely serious.
Like she was genuinely trying to confirm it.
Then she looked at her notebook.
Her pen moved across the page.
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Aarav placed the chalk down.
Turned toward the class.
"From tomorrow."
The room stilled immediately.
"Class 12 syllabus starts."
A brief silence.
Then — the classroom shifted.
"Sir—"
A boy from the back.
"High school +1 exams are in a few days."
Aarav looked at him.
"I know."
A pause.
"The entire 11th syllabus has been covered."
His voice remained even.
"Every chapter. Every topic."
He looked across the room.
"There should be no problem."
Silence.
No one said anything
Because he wasn't wrong.
It had been covered.
All of it.
Whether it had settled or not — that was a different question.
But it had been covered.
"Bring your Class 12 books tomorrow."
A pause.
"Yes sir."
The voices came one by one.
Until the whole room had said it.
Aarav looked across the classroom once.
Then Navya slowly turned to her notebook.
Rishu looked at the board.
The boy near the back sat very still.
Anaya looked at the door.
Then at her own hands on the desk.
He wasn't wrong.
The syllabus had been covered.
She just wasn't sure how much of it had actually reached her.
Outside the rain continued.
Soft.
Steady.
Same as before.
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Aarav Turned toward the board.
"Continue."
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The heading appeared.
Stoichiometry and Mole Calculations
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Notebooks opened.
Pages turned.
Pens clicked.
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The chalk moved steadily.
Examples appeared one after another.
Questions followed.
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The classroom settled back into its usual rhythm.
Board.
Notebook.
Board.
Notebook.
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Outside the rain continued.
Soft against the glass.
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The bell rang.
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Chairs moved.
Bags opened.
The classroom filled with noise again.
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Anaya placed her notebook inside her bag.
Then her rough page on top.
She stood.
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Navya was already zipping her bag beside her.
She looked up once.
Then walked out.
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Anaya followed.
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The corridor was loud.
The rain outside had slowed to a drizzle again.
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She opened her umbrella at the door.
Walked out.
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Tomorrow — Class 12 books.
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The thought sat quietly.
She walked home through the drizzle.
Her umbrella steady above her.