KEDAR NATH PANWAR II, the prince of Garhwal, is the half-British, half-Indian prodigal son and the constant head ache of the royal family, who is unexpectedly exiled to the Aldridge-Heaton residencial school in Dalhousie by the king.
HIMANI ARORA i...
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Kedar's first day with the new friend group started off bitterly. Akshat was salty and ashamed that the prince himself had scolded him for his behaviour. Ehan, keeping aside the fact that he lacks some brain cells, was a perfect mediator who resolved the conflict between Akshat and Kedar. Akshat, at the end, apologised for his immature behaviour.
Kedar came to his dorm room, which he shared with no one, exhausted. His clothes were neatly arranged on the shelf. He threw his jacket over the chair, peeled off the sweater vest, loosened the neck tie that was suffocating him, and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt to the elbow. He examined himself in the mirror-messy and drained-and his sleepy eyes looked sleepier than ever. He thought of hitting the gym on the fourth floor, but it was soon forgotten as his phone chimed with a text from Agastya, his cousin, asking him to face time.
Kedar opened his MacBook and plopped down on the comfy bed.
'Hey, prince charming.' Agastya Panwar's face lit up on the laptop screen, his voice squeaky like that of an obsessive fan girl outside the palace gates after catching a glimpse of Kedar, just to make him annoyed. Agastya, being the famous opening batsman for the Indian Cricket Team, was the most humble and modest person Kedar knew. One would rarely see him in a bad mood; even when he was performing badly on the pitch, he would not show his frustration to the public; instead, he would bottle it up, retract from the public, and suffer on his own for days. And when he comes back, he will be better than ever. He is the only rainbow in a family full of gloomy rainclouds. He often says that nobody would take him seriously if he were the future king. It was true; he was too jovial to remain stoic all the time, like a king.
'Urgh, why are you so irritating? How do the rest of your teammates manage you?' Kedar rolled his eyes as he leaned his head on the soft pillows. Despite Agastya's occasional irksome comments, he was the only one who knew Kedar's personality. Moreover, they were travelers on the same boat.
'Aw, don't get annoyed, my prince charming. Now tell me, How was the first day at school?' Agastya asked as he stuffed a spoonful of what seemed like Ceaser salad into his mouth.
'Baaaad.' Kedar facepalmed, irritated from reminiscing about his awful day at Aldridge-Heaton.
'What happened?' Agastya asked, his words unrecognisable as his mouth was stuffed to the brim with food. He had put down the spoon, eagerly expecting Kedar to explain.
'There's this girl.' Kedar pressed his lips into a thin line, thinking about what to say.
'What girl?' Agastya looked more invested in the story than he has ever seen during one of his do-or-die matches.
'Himani Arora.' Her name felt strange on his lips, as if pronouncing it were a sin.
Agastya's keen face turned into a smiling one. 'Ohoho...' He was bobbing his head and smiling at the same time, like he had caught someone's secret. 'It's the first day at school, and there's a girl already.'
