Gauhar's POV
"Excuse me, could you please move over? That is my seat you are occupying."
The polite smile that I had on, hurt my cheeks as I waited for the man to look up. His gunmetal grey eyes were trained on a book on his lap that seemed to be a copy of 'Disorder in Courts' one of my favourite pieces of nonfiction and the book that had gotten me interested in studying the history of Law.
In short, the reason behind the decision that I regretted making for six months straight. And now I would have to go through it all over again to be able to sit for my exams again, and that sucked. The thought sent another wave of exhaustion through me, fuelling my tiredness towards the state my life had currently come to.
