Purana Qila, Prince's quarters, morning of April 24, 1557.
"Your Highness..."
"Prince..."
"Aditya.. Aditya!"
Aditya was sleeping in bed without a care in the world. He heard faint noises of someone calling him. He was too tired from the late-night date with Meenakshi and wanted a little bit more sleep, but the urgent plea in the voice was unmistakable, which forced him to open his eyes. It was Bheem, who was standing at his side, his face too close.
Aditya sat up in his bed and asked, squinting his eyes slightly, "The hell are you doing here, Bheem? Why are you wasting my sleep so early in the morning?"
Bheem gave a sarcastic smile. "Because it is my duty to remind His Highness that it is not early morning anymore and that he is getting late for today's schedule."
Aditya yawned and looked at the sunrays streaming through his window. It was a little cloudy and hence hard to know the time. "What rubbish..."
