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And somewhere, in the quiet logic of lines and angles, she felt the shape of her own mind — not graded, not ranked — just present. Just hers.

Maya laughed. “Your mum sounds smart.” cat4 level e

She glanced up. Across the room, Arjun was staring at his screen, lips moving silently. Beside him, Priya tapped her finger in a steady rhythm — nervous energy. Maya looked back at her own screen. One last question: a complex figure matrix. Three boxes across, three down, the bottom-right missing. She traced the transformations with her eyes. Rotation. Color inversion. Size shift. And somewhere, in the quiet logic of lines