Shreya sat in the back row of the statistics class. The teacher wrote formulas on the board. She did not look at them. She looked at the boy two seats ahead. His name was Vikram. He was in her year. He always scored high marks. He carried a thick notebook full of neat notes. He never talked much. He just studied.
The mid-term project was due in four days. It was hard. Shreya had not opened the file even once. She needed someone to do it for her. Vikram was the right choice.

















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