The hostel room smelled faintly of vanilla and old books, a little messy --like every typical college girl's room, trying to be clean but comfort always won.

Aarushi lay curled on her bed, her knees tucked under her chin, wearing her comfy oversized t-shirt which had Professional Overthinker written on it and a capri. Her phone was beside her, screen dark. She hadn’t touched it in hours.