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Im writing. Again. Jesus. I have no idea whats wrong with me. Oh well, here goes nothing;
Dekh Ke Chalo|ArHi SS|Part 3
Khushi grimaced as she browsed through the information on Jitender Prakash, her hazel eyes narrowing behind her glasses. This man was more corrupt than any she had ever known; and she had seen a lot of corrupt men during her time at Stephens.
She resumed her attention to the file in front of her and flicked hastily through the pages. There was a lot of grim stuff in here, but nothing that would force the Committee to reevaluate their decision concerning the Church.
She leaned back against the couch and released a tired sigh. The Church.
Khushi twisted her lips into a painful smile as memories cascaded over and over in her mind.
"Papa, where are we?"
A young girl of eight looked up expectantly at her father. Her hazel eyes; so much like her mothers demanded a reason for their visit.
Shashi Gupta looked to the statue of Christ, pinned to the Cross and sighed. "This is where I met your Amma meri beti"
She had paid the Church a visit every single day after that, conversing with the God who had laid his life for the betterment of humanity. Khushi held versatile talks with Jesus, topics ranging from her school classes to her Papa and Amma.
Khushi had often wondered about her mother, but her dad had never elaborated on this particular matter. Shashi Gupta had been her father, mother and friend. He was all that she'd ever had.
All that she would ever have.
She turned her face to the side and gazed at the picture frame resting on the mahogany table. Khushi smiled and remembered that eventful evening.
It had been raining heavily all day and Khushi was sick. She had stayed home from school, her father adamant that she take rest. Just then, peals of thunder resounded all over the house.
Khushi was terrified.
She had screamed and screamed for someone to help her, for someone to save her. But no one had come.
"Im all alone" she had wailed, dropping to the floor beside her father's bed.
"No you're not my beti. You'll never be." her father's comforting voice had come from the door. Khushi rushed to him and hugged her father with all her might.
"I love you Papa"
"I love you too meri raani bitiya"
Khushi shook as sobs wrenched themselves out of her mouth like the storms she despised. Hot tears made their way down her face, leaving invisible scars in their wake.
"Help me Papa. They want to break it down Papa. Aapki aur Amma nishaani. I wont let that happen Papa. Help me" she pleaded with her hands folded as her body continued to wrack with the strength of her wails.
She stayed still for a few moments, willing her mind to relax and her body to calm down.
Khushi inhaled deeply and focused her attention once again on Prakash's file. She would do this for Papa. For Amma.
Resolve set deep in each sinew of her frame, Khushi read through each report with rapt attention and her persistance was finally rewarded.
"Kamine Prakash. Ab kahaan jaayega?"
AR Industries, a few hours later
"Sir there are now full blown protests outside the campus. Hundreds of students are going against the construction-in fact, even the Faculty is supporting them"
The middle-aged man's voice trembled as he relayed the events of the afternoon to ASR. There was no way to guage his boss's reaction; he sat as still as a stone, the steepled fingers stroking his stubbled chin.
"And what has the Managing Committee to say about this Aman?"
Aman gulped and stared at Arnav. "They say that they cant do anything about it sir. They are beginning to back out"
Arnav looked at his now cowering PA and bared his teeth at him in a threatening manner. "And why is that Aman?" he enquired in a soft tone, his voice cutting clear that he wanted no explanation.
The other man merely looked down and shuffled his feet while ASR fumed silently.
What the hell were these people thinking? Did they actually think they could fool Arnav Singh Raizada? No way!
He left his chair and headed for the Chairman's office.
45 minutes later, Chairman's office
"What the hell are you saying Prakash?" Arnav gritted out, his temper surpassing all limits at the man's helplessness.
The balding man swallowed noisily, and cracked a smile that showed his pan-masala stained teeth. "The Church is of no use Raizada sahab. Its not worth it. I will show you more valuable prope-"
"I dont give a f**k about anything. You told me you would have the work done without any problems. Whats wrong now?" he asked, a vein pulsing not-so-subtly in his temple as he spoke.
"Woh actually sir" Prakash skirted around the topic as the shiny spot on his head started to sweat profusely. "Sir, actually-"
"Spit.it.out" Arnav roared, finally reaching the end of his not-so-apparent patience.
"They have got corruption charges against me Raizada sahab. I will be exposed-"
Arnav was around the room in an instant. He held the heavy man's collar between his bronze fingers and sneered into the sweating man's terrified face. "You bloody asshole! You tried to cheat me!?" He pushed Prakash away from himself and turned around. "I will make sure you rot in hell for this"
He left the room in an arrogant stride, leaving behind a shaking Jitender Prakash and a flurry of equally shaking assistants.
Same time, outside Managing Committe
Khushi held her breath as Revd. Sharma took the podium. A deathly silence echoed throughout the open-air theatre as everyone awaited the news concerning the Church.
She gazed at the people around her; holding posters and megaphones. Some praying, some crying. The weak ones took support from the stronger one's; the stronger one's in turn depended solely on the outcome of this entire ordeal.
This Church meant so much for all the people standing here. It was a shrine for them Stephenians. Something that connected and bound them all together.
And the next second decided what would happen to it.
The crowd watched as a timid man exited the building and made his way to where the Principal was standing in silence. He leaned close to the white-haired man and whispered something.
Khushi felt like punching something. What was wrong with them? Why the suspense?
"Our Church is here to stay"
The words caused nothing short of an upheaval. Posters were thrown into the air, megaphones cast carelessly aside so that people could rejoice. This news was very much a welcome diversion and Khushi felt herself being pulled into a group hug by her First Years.
She laughed along with them, silently sending a Thank You to her Papa for making this all possible.
Same time
"Who found out about Prakash's illegal property Akash?" Arnav stared at the picture of a bloodied Jesus Christ as he sat in the circular room that belonged to the Dean of the institute.
"A member of the Faculty bhai" his younger brother replied as he looked silently at him. This place had changed since he'd last step foot in this very office.
More friendly, more lighter.
But he still hated it. With a passion.
"Tell the Principal that I wish to meet with this person. I want it done." he asserted, getting up from the leather couch and making his way across the room.
Out of the corner of his eyes, Arnav saw his younger brother nod and leave the office.
He sighed.
Once again, he stood there; all alone as always.
Part 3. Okay. So Im not going to be updating for at least another 4 days. Its been three updates in ONE day. Thats freaking way too much.
Please comment and give me feedback. It makes me happy. And trust me, if you want to read, you WANT me happy. Or I'll just end up killing everyone in the story -.- 😆
Love you all.
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Edited by norolim - 10 years ago
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