Topper×backbencher Stories

No one truly knows what their destiny holds, right? I was just as unaware until I discovered my own. My wife was once a crush of mine-someone I thought I'd never encounter again. Yet here we are, in the same room. She is my wife, and I am her husband. She has changed; she is no longer the soft, fragile person I used to know. Now, she is bold and independent. Her heart feels like it is caged, kept hidden so that no one can read her like an open book. I am Agastya Singhania, her husband, and she is Sanaya Agastya Singhania. We are like two different poles, each with our own distinct personalities.

Everyone knows that Anavya and Nirav can't stand each other. But is that really the truth, or are they just pretending around? Anavya, the class topper, is always at the front, focused on her studies, determined to excel. She views Nirav, the backbencher, as the perfect example of everything she finds distracting-carefree, often lost in his own world, and, to her, an annoying creature. She claims she can't stand him, but is that just a defense mechanism? Is it possible that there's more beneath the surface, that their rivalry is more of a front? Nirav, on the other hand, seems to enjoy pushing her buttons, but could it be that he secretly admires her drive? Or maybe he's just bored of his own routine and enjoys the challenge she represents. While Anavya dismisses him as a distraction, is there an unspoken connection or tension that they both avoid acknowledging? Maybe they're not so different after all.