Rohan’s POV
I woke up with a body ache.
The aftermath of the bike race hit hard and, of course, after getting an earful from Mr Gupta last night because I missed my curfew. I came home by 10:30 pm. After the earful which lasted for about thirty minutes, I was nearly grounded if not for the intervention of his wife; I went straight to bed.
Trudging wearily into the school compound trying to walk normally, before a student accosted me.
“Rohan, can I get an autograph?” she pleaded.
“of course,” I smiled and scribbled on the Tee she was holding. Surely, what happened last night wouldn’t have such widespread? Besides, the five grand cheque at the bottom of my drawer was waiting to be cashed. I already made a list of what I would buy, of course.
I stepped into the hallway leading to m
