Legacy Unveiled: The Hidden Heir

Chapter 25: MADHAV YOU WHAT?!

***Still Pragyan's POV:***:

"Ah, Kiran, you're finally free from the mess, huh? Thanks for the pain," I mutter, sarcasm dripping from every word. Arnav, Shivansh, and I were back to our usual antics, playing basketball in the royal court. The girls had just returned from a swim in the lake, looking refreshed.

I couldn't help but feel happy. Arnav and Shivansh were like loyal boyfriends to their girls and loyal best friends to me. As I effortlessly scored a 3-pointer, they were right there defending me.

"Come on, Pragyan, let's not get too rough," Arnav complained. "My back still hurts from running to the market for every ice cream bucket you demanded."

I smirked, feeling mischievous. "Oh, honey, you think your pain is bad? Try dealing with both of you at the same time. That's double trouble, you know."

The girls erupted into a cacophony of squeals and chaos, while Arnav and Shivansh dashed off like two panicked chickens. Meanwhile, I sauntered over with the swagger of someone who's seen it all before. "What's the drama, guys?" I drawled as if this was just another day at the circus.

Arnav and Shivansh were frantically inspecting Madhu and Geeta for any sign of injury. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at their overprotective antics. Madhu thrust her phone in our faces, and I reluctantly took a peek. My jaw promptly hit the floor, joining Arnav's and Shivansh's in a collective "What the heck?!"

"Wait, Madhav got into Sintarian?" I exclaimed, my disbelief reaching astronomical levels. It was like watching a pig fly or a unicorn prance through town.

I let out a dramatic sigh, reminiscing about my own failed attempts to crack the impenetrable fortress that was Sintarian. Two years of preparation down the drain... thanks a lot, Kiran, for the distraction. No laughing allowed, remember?

Arnav and Shivansh were still in shock, their eyes resembling saucers. "Damn, that's like winning the lottery on your first scratch-off," Arnav muttered, reaching for his phone like a man on a mission. "I wonder if Madhav bribed the admissions committee with his charm."

He dialed Madhav's number, and the line crackled to life with laughter and what sounded suspiciously like a battle cry. "Yo, how in the world did you pull this off?" Arnav practically screamed into the phone, his disbelief palpable.

Madhav's voice came through, breathless and exhilarated. "Ah, my dear cousin, it's all about finesse and a touch of insanity," he teased, clearly reveling in the chaos. "Tell Pragyan I said hi... and that my days are numbered."

I arched an eyebrow, intrigued by the ominous tone. "Madhav, my man, why are you sounding like you're about to meet your maker?"

Madhav's voice dropped to a whisper, urgency dripping from every word. "Because, my dear Pragyan, I've managed to tick off the resident she-demon in our midst."

Arnav's eyes widened. "Bro, what on earth did you do this time?"

Madhav's laughter echoed through the phone, mingling with the sound of his rapid footsteps. "Oh, you know, just the usual mischief," he confessed. "I may have accidentally doused her with water to wake her up and then stolen her favorite pencil in class. No biggie."

Madhu's voice piped up, confusion evident. "Wait, you have a female roommate?"

Suddenly, a barrage of noise erupted in the background, resembling a scene straight out of a war movie. "Ouch! ouch, woman, sorry, sorry!" Madhav yelped, the chaos of his situation echoing through the phone. "Yes, Madhu, I have a fiery tomboy as a roommate, and she's currently on the warpath. Send help, pronto!"

Arnav and Shivansh were on it like gossip-seeking missiles. "Bro, is she a total smokeshow?" Arnav asked eagerly, while Shivansh added, "Yeah, dude, rate her on the 'hot damn!' scale."