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Suddenly, a soft chime echoed from the lab’s speaker. The old desktop monitor flickered, and the login page transformed. The usual blue-and-white CMS interface vanished. In its place, a single line of Gujarati text appeared:

He refreshed the page. The CMS returned to normal. His project status read:

"Rohan, your project was never the problem. Your belief that you don't belong here was. You have been trying to log into your potential using other people’s credentials. Tonight, use your own. The evaluation is already passed. Now go sleep."

Rohan froze. This wasn’t normal. He looked around the empty lab—rows of silent computers, the dusty portrait of the college founder, the soft hum of the air conditioner. Then he noticed a small wooden box beside the keyboard. It hadn’t been there a minute ago.

He typed his password again. Incorrect credentials.

The screen blinked green.