Author's pov :

Usually, Keshav never managed to sleep more than six hours a night. No matter how tired his body was, his mind refused to quiet down once the night deepened. He would toss and turn, stare at the ceiling, or scroll endlessly through his phone just to pass time. If by chance he went to bed early, he would wake up at odd hours—restless, eyes open to the darkness, listening to the silence stretch around him. Sleep was never his comfort—it was a luxury his overactive mind couldn’t afford.