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As I was leaving the auditorium, I was stopped by Mrs. Mehta. She is my law teacher.

"Ruhanika, the Principal ma'am would like to see you in her office," she said, her expression looked serious. 

"Sure, ma'am. I'll head there right away."

I walked towards the Principal's office, feeling a bit anxious.

My mind was racing with possibilities. Could it be about my Scholarship? Or perhaps it was related to my involvement in student council? 

"Stop overthinking, Ruhi. Just go," I told myself.

After about ten minutes, I reached the Principal's office. I took a deep breath and knocked.

"Come in," I heard Principal madam's voice from inside. 

I opened the door and stepped inside, my eyes widening in surprise as I saw Vardhan Agnihotri seated across from the Principal.

He is a man in his mid 30s, who is  known for his sharp mind and good looks.

He is current the Chief Minister of Maharashtra, and his party had won the election against the opposition.

This man surely had a powerful presence.

He was so tall and confident, and his eyes looked so cold and mysterious.

 I couldn't help but admire his looks as I took in his chiseled jawline and muscular physique.

Shaking off my distraction, I focused on the situation at hand.

"Ah, Ruhanika, there you are. Please come in and have a seat," Principal ma'am said, gesturing towards the empty chair next to Mr. Agnihotri. 

I sat down, trying my best to focus on the conversation at hand and not on the man sitting next to me.

"Ruhanika, as you may know, Mr. Agnihotri is the newly elected Chief Minister of Maharashtra.

We have been discussing ways in which we can collaborate to improve the education system in our state," Principal ma'am explained.

Nodding, I felt a sense of purpose swell within me. 

"That's a great initiative. I would be happy to help in any way I can," I said , my voice was steady and confident.

Vardhan Sir turned to me, his eyes piercing through the air like arrows. 

"I've heard a lot about your dedication to the student council and your efforts to improve the lives of your peers. I'm impressed," he said, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down my spine.

"Thank you, Sir. I'm passionate about making a difference," I managed, keeping my composure despite the flutter of nerves inside me.

"Mrs. Sharma, could you please step out of the office for five minutes? 

I need to speak with her alone," Vardhan said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

As the Principal left, the atmosphere shifted. My heart pounded in my chest, the silence in the room amplifying the sound of his footsteps as he began pacing. 

The sharp click of his heels echoed against the wooden floor, adding to the tension in the air.

"Ruhanika," he began, stopping to face me, "I've been impressed by your academic achievements. I would like to offer you a full-time position as my assistant. 

The weight of his words sank in, leaving me momentarily speechless. A mix of excitement and disbelief surged through me.

"Really? That's... an incredible opportunity," I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper.

His lips curled into a slight smile, but there was a seriousness in his gaze that made it clear he wasn't joking.

"I see potential in you, Ruhi. This could be your chance to make a real impact," he said, his tone encouraging yet firm.

I took a moment to collect my thoughts, the thrill of his offer battling with the fear of stepping into a world so far removed from my own.

"I... I would love to accept, Mr. Agnihotri," I said, determination flooding my words.

As I met his gaze, something unspoken passed between us—a spark of ambition, a glimpse of the future. In that small office, my life was about to change forever.

He extended his hand towards me, a gesture of welcome, but I hesitated, feeling a rush of uncertainty. His eyes locked onto mine, searching, waiting. I took a moment to gather my thoughts, then reached out to shake his hand.

As our hands connected, a jolt of energy coursed through me, surprising and thrilling all at once. His grip was firm and confident, grounding me in that moment.

He then slid a business card across the table, placing it gently in front of me. The card was sleek, embossed with his name and position, the title "Chief Minister of Maharashtra" printed in bold letters.

"Here's my contact information," he said, his voice steady. 

"Feel free to reach out anytime. We'll need to discuss logistics and your role further."

I picked up the card, feeling the smooth surface beneath my fingertips, the weight of the opportunity it represented sinking in.

"Thank you," I said, glancing up at him. "I really appreciate this chance."

His expression softened slightly, a flicker of warmth breaking through his composed demeanor.

 
"I believe you can help us make a difference."

"Let's make this work,"  I replied, my voice filled with conviction.

Vardhan smiled, a genuine smile that transformed his serious features.

"I'm looking forward to it."

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