
The next evening the humidity felt heavier, as if the whole campus was holding its breath. Arjun sat on the edge of his cot, shirtless, the tube light casting hard shadows across the lean muscles of his chest and stomach. On the table lay three lengths of soft black rope he had bought from a hardware shop near the station, a thick leather belt, and a folded black cloth that would serve as a blindfold.
Two knocks. Then a third, hesitant.




















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