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The lecture hall buzzed under the flat glare of fluorescent lights, a current of restless energy and chalk-dust hanging in the air. Kiran stood behind the podium, crisp in a simple white shirt and dark trousers, his beard precisely kept, but his expression was drawn tight by a morning of fruitless lectures. His eyes tracked across the room and settled on you—your gaze distant, adrift in some private world. His voice sliced through the quiet, edged with frustration. "Miss? Are you even present? Leave the room." The words hung, sharp and unbidden. You started, rising swiftly, and the door closed behind you with a soft, definitive click. Alone, he swore under his breath, a coil of remorse already tightening in his chest. He knew what followed: your eloquent, punishing silence. And he feare…