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Villain: TPOD, Chapter 322
🕑 Added 2023-01-28 05:34:48 +0000 UTCMonday, September 18th, 2045
Imperial School of Medicine, Griffin City, Morzar, Netheria.
Today was the first day of the new Semester, and after a month and a half long summer holidays, the University was finally buzzing with life once again.
Inside the Raven's Auditorium, Class 2K47-S was assembled, waiting to be introduced to the faculty for their coming year.
Unlike the other classes of the same batch, these students were very different as all of them were Aurors who were aiming to become Aura Doctors.
There were 96 Students in total and only 27 of them hailed from Netheria, whereas the rest of them had come here from all around the world.
And one such foreigner was a strikingly beautiful girl, who was sitting on the left-most front seat, reading a classical novel, seemingly oblivious and uncaring for whatever was happening in the room.
Those boys who had been with her in the same class for two years now knew that they were never going to get her attention, but still, they failed to take some fleeting glances in her direction. However, they all knew that she was someone untouchable, and they could not hold any hope for her in their hearts because of her distinguished identity.
The girls who had tried their best to turn their acquaintance into friendship had given up as well. Their families kept pushing them to do everything possible to make friends with the daughter of the Mir of Pahalgam, but Kashish never gave them any chance for it.
Despite keeping to herself in the class for the last two years, everyone still respected her because she was even better than some teachers when it came to Medicinal Studies. Her talent and skill were unquestionable, and the aura with which she carried herself naturally demanded respect.
Therefore, it was only fair that when a random and unknown person approached her, and not just approached her but leaned in and drew his hand forward to her, the hall turned deathly silent.
"Hi! I am Samrath."
It was a tall young man with a healthy medium complexion, a very subtle but well-kept brown beard and equally well-kept brown hair. From his looks alone, he was a heartthrob, and quite a few of the girls in the class were dumbly staring at him.
Kashish indifferently raised her head and met the young man's smiling dark eyes. It was so clear that the boy was interested in her, but there was no trace of joy in her heart.
"Our Families don't get along well, Mr. Arya. And I would rather not associate myself with you or even shake your hand."
Her words were very faint but the people around them heard them clearly, and none was more shocked than Samrath.
"I see. It seems you know who I am." The Young Master of the Ancient Arya Family smile and straightened his back. "May I, at least, have your name?"
He was quite curious about which Family this outrageously beautiful girl belonged to, after all, there were not many families in the world who would not show respect to the Arya of Dehradun.
"Mir." She replied and then returned her attention to the novel in her hand.
"A Mir who is into Romantic Tragedies." The boy kept the surprise in his heart this time and poked a little fun at the book she was reading, hoping to get a reaction out of her, but failed.
He then simply shrugged and proceeded to introduce himself to his new classmates.
Samrath lamented in his heart a little too as he had been hoping that somehow his identity as the Young Master of the Arya Family would not be revealed to his classmates so soon.
He was hoping to make some sincere friends and connections, but now, it was going to be a little harder to find people who were truly worth making friends with.
As someone who had grown up and spent nearly all his life at his home, despite being taught all the necessary lessons to survive in the world and not make a fool out of yourself, it was actually the first time he was going to attend a Class and amongst a group of people who were strangers to him.
Of course, there were people in the Shadows protecting him from any harm, but they had been strictly told to not interfere unless it was necessary.
Samrath wanted to make the most of this opportunity, and though he was already missing his sweet maid back home, there was clearly no shortage of beautiful girls in this part of the world and even in his class.
Unfortunately, the girl who truly caught his attention turned out to be from a rival family and did not seem to hold much regard for him.
The Young Master of the Arya Family sighed in his heart, and his eyes inadvertently turned to look in the Mir's direction.
"Tell me about her." He casually asked the boys and the girls who were surrounding him and giving a good chat with him.
It was only out of curiosity that he asked about her. He did not have any other intentions. But Samrath could feel that there was some sort of an unusual attraction that he felt towards her.
However, he was not a man who liked bothering girls who were uninterested in him. If things were meant to happen, they would happen.
Half an hour later, he took his seat, excusing himself away from the bunch of students who had been surrounding him, and he sighed in his heart.
As he had expected, they were already treating him as if he was some sort of Prince and wanted to flatter their ways into his good books at all costs.
This was exactly what he wanted to avoid, but sadly, he would have to bear with it for the next two years.
Samrath observed that no one bothered the daughter of the Mir Family. And he wondered if she had experienced a similar treatment when she had joined the class with these students.
Whatever she had done to keep these people away from her was something he needed to do as well. He had realised now how troublesome it was to listen to constant flattery and questions that were quite a headache to repeatedly answer.
Happily uncaring of everything happening around her, Kashish was truly invested in the novel she was reading.
She had picked up reading novels after joining the University because there was not much else to do there. She had already gone through all the important medical books that were available in the library, and she had finished them years ago.
The presence of an Arya in the same class did not bother her at all, and though she had refused to shake hands with him, it was not because he was an Arya, but because she did not want to be approached by him in the future.
In the back of her mind, a certain offer was still as fresh as it was when she had heard it for the first time a few nights ago.
The answer had always been there, but she was still taking her time, as it was what Keith had suggested to her. But Kashish knew that there was already no escape for her because the man who wanted her could not be refused. Not that she wanted to refuse him, after all, she had entertained such thoughts in her mind too ever since they had met for the first time and he had saved her grandfather's life.
By his side, she could learn a lot.
Kashish smiled when she reached a good part of the novel, but when she turned the page around, her heart nearly stopped at what she witnessed next.
Right in front of her eyes, a rose, made of glass came into existence, fascinating her with the process and the sheer beauty of it.
It looked so beautiful and delicate that she was hesitant to even touch it, but she could not resist and was surprised when she found it a little cold to the touch and quite sturdy as well.
"It's beautiful!" A girl who was sitting a little away from her happened to catch her holding the glass rose, and could not help but exclaim, capturing everyone's attention and directing it to Kashish.
Thankfully, just as Kashish frowned at being the centre of attention, a few people entered the room, and the class settled down as they saw some familiar faces.
"Good morning, Class."
"Good Morning, Dr. John."
The class answered to one of the most famous doctors in the world, who also happened to be the director of the Imperial Hospital and their Surgery Professor.
"Welcome to the new academic year." He smiled at them. "This year, you will be learning the following courses............." John then went on to introduce them to their designed courses and the teachers who were going to teach them. "And lastly, you will be learning Aura Physiology, Anatomy, and Aura Surgery from a Doctor who is a distinguished member of the Royal Medical Association."
"But sir, we are not supposed to learn Aura Surgery for another year." A girl in the class voiced her confusion, but John smiled at her.
"It is not every day that you find the best in the business willing to spare their time to teach some students, and so, we have made changes to your syllabus for this year." He informed them.
"The best in the business?" A boy exclaimed. "Doctor Gérard?"
Gérard was one of the most admired Aura Surgeons in the world, and the student who had called out his name considered him his idol.
"No, but he is someone even Gérard would love to learn from." John smiled. "Which brings me to inform you that there will be a lot of Doctors who will be joining the classes together with you, myself included."
"What?!"
John laughed at the dumb expressions of the class and then turned to look at the door of the hall.
"Please welcome the youngest but one of the most distinguished members of the Royal Medical Association..."
Kashish's mind had already gone blank after learning that a lot of Doctors will be joining them in those three classes.
It all made sense to her now, why he was here, and why he had playfully said that her coming Semester might not be so boring for her.
She was already on her feet before the door opened, and she was the only student who was on her feet, but not for long because as soon as a ridiculously handsome man entered the Hall, they found themselves compelled to stand up in either shock or a trance.
"Good morning." Keith smiled at them and greeted them, but before anyone could answer, a silly girl could not contain her composure and screamed.
"Eeeee!!!"
And it was followed by a few girls jumping on their feet as well, spouting words of disbelief and expressing their love for Keith at the same time.
It was only a few days ago that the people had watched the Opening Ceremony of Noxville Netheria, and they had seen him perform together with Alana Storm and even kiss her.
Keith had earned a lot of fans that night, but these girls seemed to be holding a crush on him for a very long time.
He just politely smiled at their enthusiasm and turned to meet the eyes of a certain girl who was still shell-shocked by his presence.
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TFTC :) "your syllable for this year" - syllabus "playfully asked said that" - extra word 'asked'
