Rohan slumped in his chair. "So I fail?"

A banner appeared:

He hit download.

He did what any desperate second-year B.Sc. student would do. He opened his phone.

Frustrated, Rohan went to the college canteen and asked the senior lab assistant, a wise old man named Mr. Gupta who had seen three decades of students come and go.

Rohan shook his head.

Rohan’s stipend from the chemistry lab was exactly ₹2,000 for the month. Rent, food, and bus fare had already eaten ₹1,900. He had exactly one hundred rupees to his name.