(Part 1)
The final semester had arrived, bringing with it a tension that neither Ashvin, Aisha, nor Harshit could ignore. The quiet currents that had shaped their interactions for months were now converging into a torrent of emotion, reflection, and choice. Ashvin’s visible heroism had been steadfast, unwavering, and morally grounded. Harshit’s invisible influence had grown, subtle but undeniable, embedding curiosity, reflection, and emotional nuance deep into Aisha’s consciousness. The stage was set for a confrontation not of swords or fists, but of hearts and minds.
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