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Milan Kaushik, huh! The name etched into my memory as though carved with the strongest ink in the world. After an hour of tossing and turning in my bed, I glanced at the ticking clock. It struck 1 in the night, with pitch-black darkness outside. The only audible sounds were the whir of the fan and my racing heartbeat. Her thoughts dominated my mind; I wondered if she, too, thought about me.