When Chemistry Blew Up!
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Welcome to 11th grade, where sleep is a myth, IIT and AIIMS are personality traits, and love stories begin with:
"Move, you're blocking the whiteboard."
Akshara Agarwal is a NEET aspirant.
She knows every cranial nerve by heart but still has zero idea how to be nice to Vedant Goel.
Vedant Goel is a JEE aspirant.
He does calculus for fun and considers Akshara's existence a personal inconvenience.
They've been academic arch-nemeses since Class 1, when Akshara corrected Vedant's grammar mid-sentence during his own introduction.
Tragic? Yes.
Unforgettable? Also yes.
Now, they're in the same school, same class, same tuition batch.
God clearly ran out of plotlines.
They roast each other like it's an Olympic sport, compete over every half-mark, and have tension levels that could be measured in kiloPascals.
Their classmates ship them.
Their teachers fear them.
Their parents are just praying they don't burn the chemistry lab down.
But sometimes, when you spend all your energy hating someone...
You accidentally start noticing their stupid smile.
And their stupid hair.
And their stupid habit of always beating you in tests by 0.25 marks.
When Chemistry Blew Up is a chaotic, laugh-out-loud tale of toppers, trauma, test scores, and the terrifying moment you realize...
You might just have a crush on your worst enemy.
(Yes. The CBSE syllabus did not prepare you for this.)
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