Unexpected {COMPLETE}

Part 1

It was a strange sight. Really! If there would have been a third person present in this room witnessing the silent conversation between the two men sitting at the either sides of the wooden table, he would surely make the mistake about who the owner really is. It was a very rare sight. Well rare was not the correct word. It was a the first time anyone would see the old man, who sat on the black leather chair, looking completely opposite of what he had been ever since he sat on this very chair, and the power that comes with this position was lost, like it has never been there.

This time it was opposite of the natural occurrence in this room. While it always has been the one who sat on the other side of the table scared for himself and intimidated by the old man, it's not same now. Mr. Arun Malhotra, Principle of Holy Christ School, from the past 30 years, resembles a completely defeated and helpless man, with no power to defend himself as he sat opposite of the very young man.

Arnav Singh Raizada. The name itself speaks of money and power. As the said successful business man of india, in his typical black three piece suite, but looking very much handsome as declared by the various magazines, looked at the aged man, who have, no doubt, gave all his years to this school making it what it is, not ready to hand it over to AR company, gain, for the first time reluctant respect from the young man.

That doesn't change anything. ASR will take what he wants. It's always the ultimate result.

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God! Please, let him be there! Let him be there! Please! Please! It's my last chance! God please!Praying earnestly to god, khushi ran fast tripping on her own feet at every two feet of distance that she covers. At last she reached her destination, heaving a breath of relief at the sight of huge building. But the relief was short lived, as she saw the vacant, too silent ground of the school. Her breathing stopped. She was late. The school was over. That means...that means he was gone. Her last chance...was gone.

Her shoulders slumped in defeat. She failed. Feeling tears gathering in her eyes, Khushi slowly made her way inside the gates of the school that has been always opened for her. She walked in a daze, the fact that nothing could be done now, came crashing down on her. Her last chance to save this school, slipped from her hands. Each and every effort she had made to save this institution from past seven months again and again after she got nothing but snide remarks from the workers of that pathetic company she has to step inside just to save the one thing she love, led to the meeting held in the principal's office. Khushi had been sure that she could convince that owner of the company who is hell bent on buying this school, obviously to make huge profit from this, to not buy this school as it was the only means for many poor children to get good education. But her last chance was gone.

As she passed by one of the room on the ground floor still in daze, she heard a husky voice. Not wanting to get her hopes high, she slowly tuned around only to witness that infuriating man that had declined to meet anyone from the school to talk. That anyone has always been her. Her face became red looking at him that had made her to actually run to his office every morning. Her gaze burned on his back that was going away every second as he marched towards the gate of the school to exit. She felt cold water dowsing her anger, looking at his retreating back. Her last chance was not gone. She could save this school. And then she RAN. Once again!

It was not a surprise for Arnav. He knew that the principal had no chance to make agree to not buy this school. Arnav had his eyes on this school, so it has to be his. Meeting ended as Arnav knew. Principal agreed to the deal that has been already approved by the trustees of this school. It was just to
remove the media that could have made a ruckus if the principal and some teachers of this continued to visit his office so frequently.