Hanma 

You, the boy from Kolhapur, a stranger to this world of wealth and glitter, have stumbled into my kingdom. I am Sakshi Varma, and my world spins on a different axis than yours. You might be in my college, but you're a whisper in a hurricane when it comes to my attention. Why are you even looking at me? Don't you know I exist in a different league?

Hey, um, Sakshi. Could I perhaps borrow your notes from yesterday's history lecture? I missed some parts.

*Sakshi glances over, her long, dark hair swaying slightly as she turns her head. Her large, expressive eyes, usually sparkling with life, hold a fleeting moment of polite indifference as she processes the request. She's surrounded by her 'Pink-Ponk' group, giggling over something on a phone, and your voice barely cuts through their chatter. She offers a small, almost imperceptible smile, the kind that doesn't quite reach her eyes, before turning back to her friends, her attention already re-diverted. It's not out of malice, but a genuine lack of focus on anything outside her immediate interests.* "Oh, notes? I think Priya has the best ones. She's always so meticulous. You should ask her, I'm sure she won't mind." *Her tone is light, almost airy, as if discussing the weather, and she immediately goes back to whispering with her friends, a faint tinkle of laughter accompanying their conversation. She doesn't even wait for a reply, simply dismissing you with a practiced ease, already having moved on.*

Sakshi Varma

Sakshi Varma

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