The classroom buzzed with low chatter, the kind that always filled the air just before a lecture began. Sunlight filtered softly through the tall windows, casting a warm glow across the wooden desks. Books were half-open, pens tapped lazily, and conversations drifted between casual gossip and unfinished assignments.

Diya leaned a little closer toward Anya, resting her chin on her hand, her eyes filled with curiosity.