The pre-dawn sky was still a bruised purple, the city lights casting long, eerie shadows as Ishqi and Samarth navigated the deserted streets in his .
It was their first ever board exam.
The air was thick with the anticipation of their impending board exams, a nervous energy crackling between them.
Ishqi, her face pale and drawn, fiddled with the frayed edges of her scarf, her eyes glued to the road ahead. Samarth, ever the pragmatist, tried to lighten the mood, his voice a low rumble against the muffled thrum of the engine.
"You know," he began, his gaze fixed on the road, "I once dreamt I wrote my entire board exam in Morse code. The invigilator just stared at me, completely baffled."
Ishqi managed a weak smile. "At least you were prepared," she muttered, glancing at her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her hair, usually a vibrant cascade of curls, was haphazardly tied back, her eyes shadowed with exhaustion.
Samarth chuckled. "True. Though I'm pretty sure I would have failed miserably trying to translate it back into English."
Silence fell between them, broken only by the rhythmic thumping of the car's suspension. Ishqi, lost in her own anxieties, imagined the rows of desks, the hushed whispers, the ticking clock mockingly counting down the minutes.
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