The morning sun filtered through the long curtains of Principal Ahuja's office, casting golden patterns on the polished floor. The tension, however, was anything but warm.
Rohit sat stiffly in his chair, arms crossed, a sullen scowl on his face. His father was beside him, phone in one hand, a look of arrogance in the other. "We shouldn't even be here," he muttered.
Principal Sharma sat at his desk, clearly uncomfortable but trying to keep control.
The chair meant for Veer's father, however, was empty.
"Where is the boy's guardian?" Principal Ahuja asked, adjusting his spectacles.
Before VEER could answer, the door opened with a soft knock. A tall, rugged man in a black hoodie and athletic joggers stepped in. His face was partially hidden under a cap, but his posture was unmistakable—controlled power, like a coiled spring. His eyes scanned the room with sharp precision.
"I'm here on behalf of Mr. SHARMA," the man said, voice calm but firm. "Veer's father had an urgent outstation business call. I've been authorised to represent Veer."
Principal Ahuja looked him over. "And you are…?"
The man reached into his coat, pulled out a laminated letter with Mr. Sharma's signature and handed it over.
"I'm known as Instructor," he said simply. "Veer trains under me."
ROHIT FATHER OR We Can Call (Mr. Rajeev Malhotra )raised an eyebrow. "This is absurd. What are we, a boxing club? We came here to settle school matters, not bring in bodyguards."
Principal Ahuja said nothing. He was reading the letter carefully, then gave a subtle nod. "The authorisation is valid. You may sit."
He didn't sit. He stood behind the chair, towering quietly. His mere presence made Rohit uncomfortable, so he kept glancing sideways at him.
Mr. Rajeev Malhotra rolled his eyes. "This is a waste of time.
Mr. Rajeev Malhotra leaned forward with a sly grin. "I hope we can handle this matter with a bit of… discretion. After all, I have strong connections in the school board. I've donated more than most here—"
The instructor finally spoke.
INSTRUCTOR interrupted, stepping forward with calm authority. "Connections? And what exactly can you do with those?"
The room fell silent for a moment.
Mr. Rajeev Malhotra scoffed. "Excuse me?"
The instructor didn't respond with words. Instead, he calmly reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone. He scrolled briefly and tapped a number.
"Hello?" he said. "Yes. I need to speak with the CEO."
Everyone's eyes widened.
A beat of silence passed. Then the INSTRUCTOR continued, "Yes, sir. It's regarding a matter in the Principal's office… yes. I believe you should be aware of what's happening."
At that moment, the principal's phone rang.
Just then, the office phone rang. The secretary's voice crackled through the intercom.
"Sir, the School CEO, Mr. Ranjan Kapoor, is on the line. He wants to join the meeting."
Principal Ahuja's face turned pale. "Put him through."
A moment later, the voice echoed through the speaker.
"This is Ranjan Kapoor. I've been following this matter. After several complaints and a recent police inquiry, I've decided to intervene. This school has no place for cover-ups or favouritism. Principal Ahuja, handle this meeting with transparency."
There was silence.
Rohit slammed his hand on the desk. "What?! This is—"
Mr. Rajeev Malhotra cleared his throat, "— h, Mr. Kapoor, with all due respect, my son—"
"Your son has been part of two recorded fights and one bullying complaint. Veer Sharma acted in retaliation, not initiation.
That doesn't excuse the violence. Therefore, both boys are suspended for one week to cool down. During this period, we will conduct a deeper inquiry with CCTV footage and testimonies."
Mr. Rajeev Malhotra sat down slowly. Rohit's jaw dropped. "What?"
The instructor raised a finger calmly. "Speak again like that, and we'll see how deep those connections go."
Mr. Rajeev Malhotra rolled his eyes. My son has been wrongly provoked. And this boy, Veer, has a violent record now."
Instructor "Record?" he said. "The only thing Veer recorded was his endurance. His ability to survive relentless bullying… until he turned into someone who could finally say 'enough.'"
Rohit looked down.
"Veer attacked my son!" Mr. Rajeev Malhotra said, rising from his chair. "And now you bring this… thug to defend him?"
The instructor didn't flinch. He took a slow step forward. "Would you like a demonstration of how Veer was attacked for months? I can show you what a real fight looks like."
Principal Ahuja stood. "Gentlemen! This is a school. Not a battleground."
Principal Ahuja nodded gravely. "As per the CEO's directive… It's settled.
"Mr. Rajeev Malhotra glared at the instructor. "You win this time. But don't think this is over."
The instructor finally smiled. "It never started. You're fighting the wrong enemy."
He turned and left without another word.
CH 6 END
Chapter 7: The Identity of the Mysterious One
📌 Author's Note:Dear Readers, Due to some important outside commitments and personal work this week, Chapter 6 is slightly shorter than usual. I deeply appreciate your continued support and understanding as I balance these responsibilities.
The journey of Veer and Aryadhya will return to its full strength in the next chapter. Thank you for staying connected with The Weight of Revenge.
Warm regards,– The Author