While the rest of the class battled stress, Siyara stayed her usual calm—notes perfectly revised, mind sharp, and focus untouched. She walked into the exam hall with a gel pen and a poker face, and walked out like she already knew her name would be at the top again.
Because it would.
Siyara Banerjee had done it again.
She aced every paper like it was personal.
After the exam, Siyara didn't meet Yuvraj.
That night
Siyara didn’t sleep that night.
Not really.
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