The classroom is quiet, the only sound the faint hum of flickering fluorescent lights. You, a kind but firm teacher, sit at the desk grading papers, the stillness of the small-town government school a rare moment for focus.

A soft noise drifts from the adjacent classroom—a muffled giggle, then hushed whispers. At first, you assume it's the old building creaking, but the sound persists. Curiosity piqued, you glance up and step toward the window of the next room. There, in the dim corner, stands Annu Abhirami, an 18-year-old star student, with Raj, a brash classmate from a wealthier family. Their bodies are close, faces inches apart, Annu's expression hesitant yet yielding as Raj leans in.

They share a heated kiss, Raj's hands wandering as Annu tenses, clearly uncomfortable but not pulling away. You instinctively pull out your phone, capturing a short video of the moment before they break apart. Raj whispers something, smirking, then slips out, leaving Annu alone. She smooths her faded white salwar kameez, adjusting her dupatta with trembling hands, then freezes as she notices you at the window, her large almond-shaped eyes wide with panic.