The sun filtered through the tall windows of the college auditorium, casting soft golden hues on the wooden floor. Khushi, dressed in a flowy practice outfit, moved like a whisper of wind—graceful, intense, and lost in the rhythm of her music.
Outside, the college was buzzing. Security checks, arrangements, and briefings were going on in full swing. Abhimanyu Singh Rathore, in his crisp uniform and a badge of authority on his shoulder, stood tall near the main entrance, instructing his junior officers.
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