Ananya sat in the crowded lecture hall, her fingers nervously tapping against the edge of her notebook. The room buzzed with the chatter of students, but her mind was elsewhere, preoccupied by the upcoming class. The first day of her literature course was about to begin, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was going to be different from any class she had taken before.
The door at the front of the room swung open, and a hush fell over the students. Professor Aarav Kapoor entered, his presence commanding immediate attention. Tall, with an athletic build and sharp features, he looked more like a figure from one of the classic novels he taught than a professor. His dark, intense eyes swept over the room as he set down his briefcase, and Ananya felt a shiver run down her spine.
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