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She wore a black bodycon dress, and her make-up seemed perfect with smokey eyes and red lipstick. The lady first saw Triston and ignored him. She then looked at Evelyn with a bored expression, but Evelyn's personality piqued her interest. This girl looked different compared to the other girls studying at this University. While most of the students here were from elite backgrounds and dressed like models for a fashion show, this girl had a badass style. Evelyn smiled at the lady and said, "I am Evelyn Grace, the new scholarship student." " Oh! That's you?" the lady asked.

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But now, with Liam’s flash drive burning a hole in my palm, I finally understood. With a reluctant sigh, I slotted the flash drive into the port. The screen blinked once, twice, then a file popped open automatically. No choice. No options. Just one direction…straight into whatever Liam wanted me to see. The screen loaded, and my stomach twisted. A movie. The bold letters appeared across the screen: Fifty Shades of Grey. My mouth went dry. What the hell? Is this some kind of joke?

Shakti's voice cracked, and Porishma listened carefully. "He was behaving like Mr. Grey," Shakti said and resumed preparing midnight snacks for everyone. "Huh? Davis?" Porishma was confused by the mention of Davis. Shakti giggled at her reaction. "No, not Davis Grey. I was talking about Christian Grey from *Fifty Shades of Grey*. That Mr. Grey, not yours," Shakti said and blushed darkly, and Porishma laughed at her red face. **After having midnight snacks:** "I'll sleep with Daddy," Ansh said happily, and Rudra looked at Davis, who was sulking.

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I sat down, my heart still hammering against my ribs, and pulled my books from my bag. My movements were stiff; every time I reached for a notebook, the bruise on my side flared with a dull, throbbing heat, but I gritted my teeth and ignored it. I couldn’t look weak in front of him. Not after begging like that. Mr. Frank leaned forward, pulling a heavy textbook toward him. “We are going to see exactly how much you don’t know, Aurora Scott. Open to page 142.” I did as I was told, my fingers trembling slightly as I flipped the pages. I could feel his green eyes tracking my every move. He wasn’t looking at the book; he was looking at me.

I didn’t hesitate. I pulled Fifty Shades of Grey first (cliché, yes, but I needed an entry point), then The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by Anne Rice, Story of O, a slim volume called The New Topping Book just to balance it out, and two anthologies with titles like Bound Hearts and Surrender to Me. The stack felt heavy in my arms, like contraband. I carried them to the my corner and hid them under the table. I sat down, and opened the first book.