The Blasting Saraswati

Saraswati Pradhan has only one blasting aim.

Blast the board exams.
Blast JEE Mains.
Blast JEE Advanced.
Get into IIT.
Blast every semester there.
Blast the placement interview.
Blast the placement with the highest package.
Blast her bank account with a shit ton of her own earned money.
And finally, blast her stomach with a shit tone of food.

Yeah.
A lot of blasting is pending.

But is Saraswati afraid?

Oh, please.
Fear took one look at her timetable and left the chat.

But then?

Then there is that absolute idiot in her class. The one permanently occupying the second last bench of the fourth row, near the window.

And unfortunately for Saraswati, that idiot has become a problem.

Not because he disturbs class. Not because he steals notes. Not because he exists.

No.

The real problem is that Saraswati Pradhan, future IITian, academic weapon, destroyer of exams and consumer of alarming amounts of food, has somehow developed a very stupid crush on him.

Fantastic. Now she has to blast this infuriating little infatuation too.