The Serendipitous Encounter

Chapter 12 ** Love or Obsession

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As the door closed behind her, Theodore let out a shaky breath, his hands trembling slightly. They both were fucking partners with benefits no strings attached. It was clear to both of them but still she hoped it was her bad. 

Only My Saras, My Dollface has right on me. Only she owns me.

He had made his choice, and there was no turning back now. He just hoped it was the right one.

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“Boss, the work is done. The hostel is ready for Mrs. Hawthorne. But the university authority denied your support, and now the internet is flooded with news about them continuing fake programs and hiring unqualified faculty,” Josh informed.

Theodore leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. “Ah, their bad. I am a businessman and offered a deal, but nowadays, no one understands a benevolent person. Let them burn in their own fire.”

He put his phone down, feeling a surge of emotions. There was happiness, yes, but also a deep sense of satisfaction and contentment. He had used his power and influence for something truly meaningful, helping talented students like Saraswati achieve their dreams. Yet, underneath his philanthropic actions, there was a touch of selfishness. He wanted to keep Saraswati close, to guide her and mold her future.

Theodore's thoughts drifted to Saraswati. She was a brilliant student with immense potential, and he saw in her the drive and determination that reminded him of his younger self. By offering her a scholarship and providing the necessary resources, he had ensured she would have every opportunity to succeed. But this was not just about charity. It was about building a legacy, about nurturing talent that would, in turn, reflect his own greatness.

The university's rejection of his support was a minor setback, but Theodore was not one to be easily dissuaded. He thrived on challenges and was adept at turning adversity into opportunity. The scandalous news about the university's fake programs and unqualified faculty would only serve to tarnish their reputation further, making his own institutions shine brighter by comparison.

As he looked out of his office window, Theodore's thoughts were interrupted by the image of Saraswati. Her gratitude and admiration had been palpable when he had handed her the scholarship letter. The way her eyes had sparkled with hope and determination had been reward enough for him. But he knew that his interest in her future was not entirely selfless. There was a deeper connection he felt, a desire to see her succeed under his guidance.

He recalled the first time they had met. Saraswati had been nervous, clutching her dress tightly, but her confidence in her abilities had shone through when she dealt with Aria’s brattiness with calm. 

Theodore had been impressed by her tenacity and passion. Since then, he had watched her grow, overcoming obstacles and achieving academic excellence. He felt a sense of pride in her accomplishments, knowing that his support had played a crucial role.

Theodore's musings were interrupted by a knock on the door. It was Josh again, with a stack of papers for him to review. As he took the documents, Theodore couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. The hostel for Mrs. Hawthorne was just one part of his grand plan. There were many more initiatives in the pipeline, all aimed at creating opportunities for deserving students.

With a final glance at the horizon, Theodore returned to his work, his mind already strategizing the next steps. He wasn’t sleeping and not wanted too. His clothes lingered with her smell.

He would continue to use his power and influence to make a difference, but always with an eye on the bigger picture. And as for Saraswati, he would ensure she reached her full potential, knowing that her success would be a testament to his vision and generosity.