The atmosphere in the room is tense, and the girl whose hair is dyed red glances at the ticking clock. Cursing under her breath, she started arranging her collection of papers.
"Here." She turned to her right and smiled, taking the stapler from the brunette.
"Thanks, babe!" The brunette rolled her eyes before walking toward the young professor. She waited for her turn to hand over the assignment. Before she stood, two people were standing as the professor went through the assignment.
Her eyes started checking out the handsome man sitting in the chair, reviewing the assignment designs. Unknowingly, she bites her lower lip, deep in thought.
"Stop eye-raping the man. He already knows about your crush on him." Her eyes immediately flickered to the red hair who now stood behind her.
"Should I ride him for real?" The brunette joked, her eyes gleaming with humour.
"Hmm. . . Student and teacher relationship is always considered as scandalous." The red hair replied.
"Haha. . . Did you forget the roleplay? The student always ends up giving blowjob for a raise in the mark." Red hair started chuckling lowly.
"Gosh, Vee! Why don't you ask the man for a date?" The brunette was about to say something, but the throat clearing made her turn around.
The handsome young professor is now looking at her with a smile. She gave him one of her sweet smiles, which always works on everyone.
She handed in her assignment. "Ms Mewar, congratulations on your internship. Your work is wonderful, and I hope to see you in my class next semester."
"Thank you, Mr Hamilton, I hope the same. Cannot miss your amazing body."
"Pardon?" The man didn't quite hear the last word and wasn't sure if he heard it right.
"Amazing work." He nodded his head, looking back at her work. If he is being honest, she is talented at a young age. He is curious to know how she is perfect regarding assignments and work.
"If you don't mind, Ms Mewar, can you tell me how you are such a perfectionist regarding your work and assignments?"
"No problem, Mr Hamilton. My mum is a fashion designer who helps with my work. She gives me personal lessons every week."
"That's great." The man couldn't take his eyes off her. She is beautiful. . . Charming and talented. He is sure he would've asked her out if she wasn't his student.
"Happy holidays, Mr Hamilton."
"Happy holidays, Ms Mewar." The young man flashed a smile.
The young girls stepped out of the room as the semester ended, and finally, they could call it a vacation. Everyone on the campus is waiting for the semester to end.
Their hands were heavy with the bags they were holding. Clothes, books, paints, pencils and whatnot filled their bags. "I can't wait to ask you all the questions." The red hair said.
"Hailey, let's sit down, and then you can ask all the questions." They walked towards the small cafe near their college to eat something.
Settling down with food and coffee, Hailey looked at her best friend. "Why are you going to India?" She started.
"Because dada and dadi want us to be there."
"But why? We planned to go to Paris, man!" Hailey pouted her lips sadly.
"Wedding. . . Wedding. . ."
"Whose?"
"The wedding hasn't been fixed yet. I'm unsure about the groom or bride, but our household will have a wedding." Hailey looked confused.
"No groom and no bride but wedding? I don't understand, Vee."
The brunette chuckled. "My family, I mean the Mewars, are close friends with some Singh family who are Royals of India. Both the families want a relationship, so they decided to have a wedding."
"Royals?"
"Yeah! Even though India is a democratic country, the royals don't rule. This Royal family is powerful and filthy rich."
"So you may or may not be the bride?" Hailey asked, munching on her pizza.
"Nah, my mother didn't give much info, but I'm sure it's going to be one of my elder cousins," Vrishali spoke, sipping her coffee. Hailey pulled her phone out to google the Royals Vrishali had mentioned.
"Uff, why not? Marrying a Royal and living in this palace seems so dreamy." Hailey researched the Royal family on her phone. She showed Vrishali pictures of the royal palace.
"Haha, my parents shifted to New York when I was an infant. I only visited India for summer vacations. The Singhs want a traditional bride. I'm farâfar away from the list."
"Then why are you going?"
"Because I love my dada and dadi (Grandpa and grandma) so much and can't miss a Royal wedding. Only a few high-class people could attend those priciest weddings, and I want to see the wedding."
"Then who do you think is going to be the bride?" Hailey asked with curiosity. Vrishali thought about it.
"I'm the youngest of my cousins and have three elder sisters. Maybe Radhika, my cousin, is next in line, as I've heard the groom's mother is fond of her."
"The groom's mother is a member of parliament. Isn't it strange that the groom's or her kid's pictures aren't mentioned here?"
"Really?" Vrishali took the phone from Hailey to check Wikipedia. True to her words, there isn't much about the personal life of the groom's mother. Except for her name, her husband's name and her political life.
"Maybe because they wanted to keep their profile low. You know some Royal families don't reveal their successors' pictures." Vrishali explained, going through the photos.
"But why did your parents move to New York?" Hailey asked.
"My dad is the youngest among four sons. He wanted to do his own hotel business but avoided his dad's business. Fast forward âboth my parents shifted here to stand on their feet. We got settled here and never thought of returning."
"Good, I don't want you to shift anywhere."
Vrishali chuckled. "Don't worry, babe. New York got my heart, and my heart always stays here. I will return soon." Vrishali enjoyed her time with Hailey before going home to see her mother packing stuff.
"Hey, mom!" Gauravi looked back to see her daughter walk into the room.
"Hey, Vee, how was your last day?" She asked as the young lady plopped down on the bed.
"It was good and hectic. Last-minute submission and running around."
"Good, we are leaving a day early," Gauravi said, pulling the leggings.
"Why?" Vrishali asked, now sitting straight.
"Because we need to go shopping. We don't have Indian wear or ethnic wear. We can't wear western there." Vrishali nodded her head. Vrishali only wore Indian clothes on occasion. Her parents never stopped her from wearing Western dresses. They have motivated her to do whatever she wanted to do.
The only people she loved after her parents were her grandparents. They visited her every year without any break. She would enjoy her winter or Christmas holidays with her grandparents.
"I can't wait to see dada and dadi."
"They can't wait to see you; they are excited as, finally, their favourite is going to stay in India." Her mum spoke, which made Vrishali laugh.
Her grandparents always asked her to stay with them in India. They wanted her to come home and spend her summer vacation in their palace.
Vrishali spends her time with her mum. She doesn't have any siblings. The weekends are spent with her college friends or her parents.
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