Ritika lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling fan lazily spinning above her. The soft hum of the air conditioner filled the quiet room, wrapping her in a comfort that still felt a little too luxurious.This PG… it was something else.Only one girl per room, attached bathroom, AC, even daily cleaning service. The kind of place where rich, polished girls stayed—lawyer’s daughters, business tycoons’ nieces, the kind who wore satin nightwear and had weekly salon appointments. And then there was her. A small-town girl with a nursing dream and a past she had left behind without a backward glance.But