The digital clock on the corner of Arjun’s laptop glowed 2:14 AM. The rest of the hostel was silent, save for the rhythmic hum of a nearby cooling fan. He rubbed his tired eyes and stared at the search bar, his fingers hovering over the keys.
The search results were a minefield. He bypassed the flashy "Click Here" buttons that screamed in neon green and ignored the pop-ups claiming his laptop had seventeen viruses. Experience had taught him that the real link was always the smallest, plainest text at the bottom of the page. The digital clock on the corner of Arjun’s
He typed it out like a ritual: