#ask-prince-vikram

Dorinda sighed as the professor declared their lecture over, getting up to gather her things and head off to work. She started making her way down the stairs of the auditorium when her heel had gotten caught on a young man’s briefcase and tripped, her books and pens scattering everywhere. She let out a gasp as she hit the ground, which soon turned into an irritated groan. “Who  seriously leaves their bags in the middle of the aisle?” She grumbled, looking up to see the man whom the briefcase belonged to. “Are you kidding me? Are you not going to help me up or even apologize? Who do you think you are?”

Prince Vikku.

Milli was in the kitchen, due to no servants been around since it was night-fall. She got the stool and went on top, trying to reach where the box of chocolates had been kept by Ram Sevak. 

As she got them, she felt the stool moving and started to lose her balance. Once she lost it, she screamed and fell on a muscular body as her hands were on his chest, it undoubtedly had to be obviously Vikram. 

Prince Vikku.

Milli was shocked at what he said in front of all of the guests. You can’t dance. Her inner self said to him. She let out a giggle before hearing one of their songs playing, now feeling her hand in his.

Prince Vikku.

Prince Vikku.

Feeling the prince's mouth on hers from out of the blue made her eyes flutter shut as her hands went straight to rest on his shoulders. 

Prince Vikku.