Professor Vardhan 💕

Cambridge, a city in Massachusetts, USA, is famous as a centre of education and innovation because the Ivy League University, The Harvard University, stands there. Nayra Vardhan and Sia Rathore were in the last year of their MA and MBA at this University, respectively. Nayra had been interested in political science ever since her school days, and when the moment came, she chose to make a career in this field. She still wasn't sure what she'd do with the degree, but studying the subject thrilled her more than anything else. Sia, on the other hand, was doing a Business degree so she could take over her family's business. She was the sole heiress of Embercrest Hotels and Saffron Loomworks. And above all, she had blue blood too; she was the Princess of Jaipur, Rajasthan's capital city. Both girls lived together in the apartment their families had bought for them. Their bond went deeper than their skin, and it was obvious.... They were family friends. Their grandfathers had been friends first, and later their fathers and mothers too. So of course, they were practically friends before birth itself. No matter what changed, whether Tessa became part of their friend group in highschool or Sia got engaged to Nayra's brother Rivan Vardhan, nothing changed. The only time they argued was when one piece of Baati remained, because with their whole heart, each wanted the other to eat it because neither was a fan of baati. Especially not the one made by Sia's grandfather. It was early morning, at least by Nayra's standards. It also happened to be the opening day of their final year. Unlike Nayra, who slept like a witch escaped from the Chota Bheem cartoon, Sia was already on her way to college. Nayra snored for as long as she could... It was loud... Far too loud... But who would risk uttering a word to her highness. Sunlight kept attempting to fall through the window. But Nayra had made sure to buy the thickest curtains in the whole universe, so she could cling to her usual '5 more minutes please' sleep each morning. She and Sia had only recently returned from India, where they had gone after the previous semester exams. The room was packed with pictures of Nayra, Nayra in black, Nayra in highschool, Nayra with her family, Nayra with her friends, and Nayra in traditionals.... Photogenic enough? She liked those pictures because, well, she liked herself. At least, that was what she said. Reality was, she couldn't stand living in a room barren of memories. She missed her family and friends back in India. So she had decided to cover every corner of her room with photographs. She appeared in every single one, so she could pretend she put them up for herself instead of admitting that she missed them all too much. The alarm rang a fourth time, and she groaned in annoyance till it stopped ringing. She rubbed at her eyes, trying to clean them enough to open without her eyelashes sticking together. She yawned, yawned, and then at least ten times more. Dramatic! She spent ten minutes sitting there in bed, trying to work out whether the world was real. And then to digest the fact that she had only one hour left to get ready and make it onto campus. She rolled her eyes and did what anybody her age would do.... Pick up that damn phone!