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Second Bench, First Feelings

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Is it a love story? It's a war. A war bbetween ranks and feelings. Between ego and attraction. Maybe distractions? Between "I don't care" and "why the hell do I care so much?" This is about the chaos friends create after vanishing for 2 years and unfinished romance that is reborn. What happened 2 years ago and what's going to happen next is to be found. Kiara Oberoi, a tranferee. She used to fearless, a fighter, teacher's favourite and everyone's idol. The girl who would shut the class up with one look. Then lockdown happened. And suddenly, she forgot how to be that girl. With new school. New faces and bigger competition. Will she regain herself or change for better? Anyhow she gives life to her section which gradually becomes the most chaotic and troublemaker section of this school. Because intelligence and madness can co-exist. Friendships form. Friendships break. Crushes start as jokes and end as disasters. Egos clash like plates in a messy kitchen. One minute they're fighting over ranks. Next minute they're fighting over who likes whom. And Kiara? She's stuck in the middle. Trying to win academically. Trying to protect her heart. Because in this class, nobody lives peacefully. Nobody competes gently. And nobody forgets easily. It's teenage life. Messy, Loud, Romantic, Petty And Deep So Deep. So annoying! Kiara wants the top rank, she wants control. She wants to prove she still is *that* girl. Unfortunately, the universe sends her competition with a face. A handsome one? Vihaan Ahuja. The quiet, dangerous kind. Good at academics. Good at sports. Good at music. Good at comebacks. Exactly what Kiara used to be and what she wants to be again. He avoids girls like they're exams he didn't study for. He doesn't chase attention. It follows him anyways. And somehow, every academic battle between them feels personal. So annoying! Then there's Arjun Mehra. The opposite. Relaxed and Charming without trying. Doesn't care about ranks - but cares about winning on the field. Where Vihaan is silent tension, Vihaan is easy warmth. Where Vihaan competes with his mind, Arjun slowly enters her heart without asking permission. One challenges her. The other understands her. One makes her angry. The other makes her comfortable. One looks at her like she's a rival. The other looks at her like she's something more. So Deep. Kiara has to choose- Win the rank? Win the argument? Or lose her heart? This isn't a love triangle. This is a love-polygon. When sparks start flying between people who refused to admit what they feel... Things don't just get dramatic. They explode
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