The download speed was a cruel joke. 15 KB/s. The hostel Wi-Fi, named "Lord Shiva's Blessings," was offering neither speed nor divinity. It flickered. It died. It resurrected like a zombie, only to stagger and fall again.

“Come on,” Arjun whispered, tapping the screen again. “Please. Just one episode.”

He watched the megabytes drain like sand in an hourglass. Each percentage point was a blood pact.

Then, a miracle.

He turned off the screen. The exam could wait.