
Shreya sat in the front row of the statistics lecture hall for the first time. She usually sat at the back. Today she wanted the young lecturer to see her clearly.
His name was Mr. Ankit Sharma. He was twenty-eight years old. He had joined the university only last year. He was tall, thin, and always wore formal shirts. He looked at Shreyaβs chest every time she walked past him. She had noticed.

















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