Backbencher Stories

Aarushi Ahuja... 'She is a bad ass with a big heart.' Aadi Singhania... 'I don't lose; either I win or I learn.' enemies to lovers! A cute love hate teenage story with twists, fun, love and friendship. They hate each other but eventually find themselves falling for each other. Different roads, different interests, different aesthetics, but mutual feelings

𝗩𝗜𝗗𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜 𝗚𝗢𝗘𝗟 has one rule-academics above all. No distractions. No unnecessary friendships. Definitely no boys. She's here to be the best, and nothing-not fate, not emotions, not love-will stand in her way. But then comes 𝗨𝗧𝗞𝗔𝗥𝗦𝗛 𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗜. ✧ A backbencher. ✧ A genius who never studies but always tops. ✧ Reckless, relentless, infuriating. From the moment he sees her, he knows-she's it. The only girl who can challenge him, spark his mind, and make his heart race. But Vidushi doesn't believe in love. Not the kind he offers. Not the kind that consumes. --- "Why do you keep chasing me?" Vidushi's voice was sharp, her arms crossed, trying to shield herself. Utkarsh chuckled, not amused, but knowing. "I do not chase, Vidushi... It is love that holds me bound." She scoffed. "Love? Love like that only exists in stories. Siya and Ram's faith, Shiv and Parvati's devotion, Radha and Krishna's divine connection. No one can love like that." He stepped forward, closing the distance. "Siya's love was trust... Parvati's was devotion... Radha's, surrender. I'm not Ram, and you're not Siya. But tell me, Vidushi... can love only be for gods? Can mere humans not love with the same faith, devotion, surrender?" She stilled. "Siya's love was a promise... Parvati's was a prayer... Radha's, eternity beyond lifetimes." A pause. "If love is a temple, then you are my deity. If love is a prayer, then you are the hymn I recite. If love is devotion, then with every breath, I have only worshipped you." Silence. A storm within her. Utkarsh didn't plead. He didn't demand. He simply stood there-his love quiet, unwavering, infinite. And for the first time, Vidushi feared that if true love existed... perhaps Utkarsh had already found it.

She missed equations but never missed a shot. She's the girl who forgets formulas but never forgets how to fight for what she loves. She's not the topper type, but when she steps on the court, even perfection watches her play. →KRISHA ROY ❄️ (the winter) He never chased perfection, yet it always seemed to find him. The boy with a lazy grin and a sharp mind. A backbencher, everyone secretly admired-smart, talented, carefree and dangerously good at everything he tried. →SRIJAN MISHRA ☀️ (the summer) She played with passion, He played it cool. She believed in effort, He believed in ease. She burned to prove herself, He shined without trying. She played by heart, He played by instinct. Yet somewhere between basketball courts and blackboards, their worlds quietly collided. --------- 'Mohabbatnama: Love Between Lessons' is a gentle tale of first love, quiet strength, and the magic that happens when two opposite hearts learn the same rhythm. Here, love isn't loud or flawless, but soft like rain, fleeting like recess, and eternal like memory. 🏀🌦️ --------- Join their journey to know more.

SARTHAK the loudest boy in college. Backbencher. Topper. Rule-breaker. The kind of guy everyone knows - and most girls want. He jokes. He laughs. He owns every room he walks into. But to girls? He. Doesn't. Talk. Not a smile. Not a word. Not a second of his time.just brutal honest like gurlll u don't even try. I wasn't supposed to be different. But I didn't chase him. I challenged him. And somewhere between the silence and the sarcasm... he stopped ignoring me. I'm not his crush. I'm not his girlfriend. I'M HIS FAVOURITE ENEMY , SARA

this is a story of the plan of destiny where they thought they will never meet after school but the world wanted them together. The misunderstanding they had was now solved and they won't be going to live a peaceful life . and from me this is my first story so please support me and ignore the grammatical mistakes and my exams just ended and I will always try to update daily with 2 to 5 k word count so now let's start the story have fun plssss support me

Zachary Fletcher, rising the ranks as a politician, from the suburbs of South West London to the Palace of Westminster. Starting out as a naïve neophyte, Zachary carves his way forward, meeting friends and foes along the way.

Ananya believes in love in even when life had taught her to keep her guard up and her head down. Transferring to a new college on a scholarship, she just wanted to stay invisible. But Kabir? He noticed her the moment she sat on the last bench of the library. Quiet. Focused. Unaware of the storm she'd stir in his heart. He fell first ,with every smile she didn't know she gave. She fell later but when she did, it changed everything. A story of stolen glances, late-night notes, and love that grows between pages and benches College was supposed to be about grades and goals. But what if *first love* has its own syllabus? 🎓 Indian College Romance ☕ Slow burn 🎧 Banter, Bunking, and Big Feelings

A story of how a topper and backbencher become friends... The topper slowly starts falling for the backbencher... Will she feel the same for him??

Its a story of two unexpected persons. Whom destiny put together as a strong superiors...

Yuvraj Singh isn't just a topper - he's the topper. The boy every parent compares their child to, the first-bench prodigy with perfect grades, perfect answers, and an ego tall enough to touch the ceiling. He walks into every exam hall like it's his kingdom and out of every classroom like no one else exists. But behind his flawless image is a boy weighed down by expectations, sleepless nights, and the fear of falling from the pedestal everyone has placed him on. His arrogance isn't just pride, it's a shield. A shield to hide the cracks no one dares to look close enough to see. Enter Ritvi Sharma. She's not extraordinary - at least, not in the way Yuvraj is. She's the "average girl" with average grades and a tendency to sit unnoticed in the back row. But she's observant. And where the world only sees Yuvraj's confidence, she sees his exhaustion. Where everyone admires his brilliance, she notices his silence. And where his ego builds walls, she finds ways to peek through them. She never planned to cross his path. He never planned to notice her. But life in Class 11th has its own script - stolen glances in the library, and arguments that sting a little too much. Somewhere between clashing personalities and unexpected conversations, Ritvi begins to see the boy behind the "topper mask"... and Yuvraj, for the first time, meets someone who refuses to worship his ego. She's not afraid to challenge him. He's not used to being challenged. And in the chaos of exams, friendships, and teenage secrets, Ritvi might just discover that taming his ego isn't about breaking him down- ...it's about teaching him what it means to be seen, flaws and all.

an autobiography of a perfection enthusiastic who used to do good at everything in a punctual way , suddenly after deaths of her favourite person's she lost herself and start reading astrology, psychology and erotica, which enables her power to live through pain. it was well and good , until and unless , she was misunderstood by society, will society and customs accept her for who she is ? Will her unconventional mind be praised? will she be famous?

All-girls highschool. Grades 6-10. Reputation so flawless it made you nauseous. A system so rigid, it could snap bones. Each class has three sections. Each section has three presidents, And in class 9, section C- The president wasn't just a student. She was "Celestine" . Cold, elegant, daughter of the senior teacher. Untouchable. And then there was "Ravena Vexley" She didn't care about rules, ranks or grades. Her uniform was always a little off. Her eyes a little too amused. Her smile- the kind that made people flinch even when she said "Good morning." They called her playful. They see the knives behind her back. But Ravena wasn't interested in 'them'. Not really. Her world was wrapped in ice and silver- and it's name was "Celestine" -GL-

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"wellcome to our class...where the magic never stops and the adventure never ends" it's not about "magic" ... it's the thing which could never stop in our class...otherwise we won't be ACHIEVERS anymore!! "mAtTeR" Matter is something which really got it's origin from our class...why am i even saying this??!! you know what's matter?? doesn't matter!! come and read this...this will give you all reasons to love ur school life nd class more more and mooorreee!!∞ "𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔..." <<<🤌🏻🌎❤️🫂 «3

After 3 year they met.. Andreos said "would you go on a date Annah?" "Who are you?" How do you know my name?" He said "I was just 3 year away from you and you forgot me?!. I am your boyfriend!". An unbelievable love story begins from here where two lovers met again..

Art of HATE LOVE glimpse - Arav was close , a little too close and just as he was about to kiss me... The door flung open. He was there. Breathing heavily and looking at me with an expression of something I could not understand. He grabbed Arav by collar and started giving him punches. I've had enough so I shouted at peak "WHAT THE HELLLLL IS WRONG WITH YOUU?!". He looked at me again, cursed under his breath and said.... wanna know what happens next??? dive into my first even book and read the delusional worthy love of Ved and Vanya thank you sm for choosing my book as your next read xoxo

The Boy who was Ambivert starts to unfold the bitter truths of life........ He was popular with the name PLAYBOY but in real he was a psycho×_+....... This book is about the story of a Boy who was matured as a 100 year old grandpa but he his life was just started............... WARNING ⚠️ -----> THIS STORY IS BASED ON REAL LIFE

She was the backbencher everyone talked about-bold, fearless, and completely unapologetic. Rules? She broke them. Teachers? They hated her. Popularity? She owned it. He was the school's golden boy-the nerd, the topper, the perfect student. Rules were his religion, and troublemakers like her? His worst nightmare. But here's the twist-she had been secretly crushing on him for months. And he? Well, he couldn't stand her. Two opposites. One secret. And a story that was never meant to happen... or was it?