The first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the thin curtains of their shared dorm room, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets where Disha lay curled up on the floor mat. Aryan stirred from his bed, his bare foot extending lazily to nudge her side, not gently but with a deliberate prod that jolted her awake. "Uth, gandi ladki—subah ka time (Wake up, dirty girl—morning time)," he grumbled, his voice thick with sleep and authority. Disha blinked her eyes open, her body aching from the previous night's exertions. She pushed herself up onto her knees, her long hair disheveled and falling over her shoulders like a dark cascade.