None of it mattered if she couldn’t pass this —the Admit Card Login.

Jaspreet Kaur stared at the blinking cursor on her father’s old desktop computer. The screen’s faint hum was the only sound in the small Ludhiana apartment at 3 AM. Outside, the February fog clung to the streets, but inside, her heart was a furnace.

Her father, a retired army hawaldar with a limp from the Kargil war, sat beside her, sipping chai. “Patience, beta. It’s a government server. It moves like a bullock cart.”

The screen flickered.

At 4 AM, desperation kicked in. She called the helpline number listed on the website. A robotic voice said, “All lines are busy. Please visit the nearest District Police Headquarters.”