The classroom buzzed faintly with the low whir of ceiling fans and the occasional rustle of notebooks closing. Students were already trickling out in pairs and groups, eager to escape the monotony of lectures and breathe outside the walls of academia. But not her.

Anurima remained seated in the second row of the B.Tech Lecture Hall, her pen tapping rhythmically against the desk. Pages of circuit analysis and logic design lay open in front of her, scattered with highlighter marks and margin notes in her neat handwriting. Her expression was intense—eyebrows drawn, lips slightly parted, eyes scanning the formulas like a soldier decoding an encrypted map.