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Never ending night
The night enveloped the hostel room in a heavy silence, the weight of darkness matching the stillness of slumbering bodies. But for Rithanya, sleep remained elusive, as her mind was entangled in the clutches of her recent nightmare. The tormenting memories of that fateful night persisted, refusing to release their grip on her consciousness.
Restlessness gnawed at her, each passing moment punctuating the minutes she could have spent studying. Every heartbeat echoed with the weight of the upcoming exam, a reminder of the challenges that loomed on the horizon. Her roommates seemed to have found refuge in the embrace of dreams, their rhythmic breathing contrasting sharply with her own persistent wakefulness.With a sigh, she shifted her gaze toward the window, where the moonlight poured in with an almost ethereal radiance. Tonight, the moon seemed to shine brighter, casting a silver glow that painted the room in subtle shades of gray. It was as if the moon itself was aRelated chapters
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The pre-dawn hours painted the sky with a gentle hue of pink as the sun's first rays kissed the clouds. The tranquil beauty of the morning was juxtaposed against Rithanya's weary demeanor as she finally settled into bed. Her stifled yawn punctuated the quiet of the room, a testament to the long night she had spent wrestling with her thoughts.The weight of silence was both calming and unnerving. A maze of emotions coursed through Rithanya's veins, intertwining with the urgency of the upcoming exam. She couldn't help but marvel at how effortlessly her roommates surrendered to slumber while she waged an internal battle against her own anxieties.With a quiet determination, she eased herself out of bed, her movements cautious as she navigated the creaky floorboards. The others were oblivious to her nocturnal endeavors, ensconced in dreams that seemed far from her grasp. The impending exam loomed large, a challenge that she was committed to conquering.
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The Ordeal At the exam hall
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The doctor, Dr. Sharma, emerged from the physician's room with an air of professional concern. His eyes, usually sharp and analytical, now held a mixture of empathy and detachment as he approached Ms. Roopa, the hostel warden, who was anxiously waiting for his assessment of Rithanya's condition.Dr. Sharma cleared his throat before speaking, choosing his words carefully. "Her blood pressure is fluctuating," he began, his voice measured. "I've administered some injections to help her relax. She appears exceedingly weak, as if she hasn't had a proper rest in a long time. Her body is utterly drained, saturated, you might say. We'll keep her on the IV for a few hours, and she should gradually start recovering."Ms. Roopa nodded, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over her. She appreciated the doctor's competence and the reassurance he provided in this trying situation. The sight of Rithanya unconscious had filled her with dread, and now she was relieved to hear that
The Ordeal Rithanya's fall
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The Ordeal Epileptic Rithanya
The van screeched to a halt in front of the hospital, and Ms. Roopa, the teacher accompanying Rithanya, hurriedly called out, "Sister, please get a wheelchair for this girl." The sterile atmosphere of the school had given way to the chaotic and unfamiliar setting of the hospital. Cries of pain and distress reverberated through the corridors, creating an atmosphere of fear and unease. Somewhere in the distance, a child wailed at the top of her voice. As another girl emerged from the hospital, tears streaming down her face, Rithanya's anxiety intensified.The hospital was crowded and in a state of utter disorder, which only heightened Rithanya's discomfort. Her palms grew clammy, and her heart raced as she took in the overwhelming sights and sounds. She felt a sheen of sweat break out on her forehead, and her entire body seemed to palpitate with anxiety.The nurse, a tall and stout woman in a faded blue sari, dragged a screeching, rusted wheelchair toward Rithanya. Her v
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