Mrs. Fateema's steps were fast. Zoya continued to follow her through the winding alleys of the densely populated Dharavi neighborhood. The summer air was as hot as ever. "Is It still far?" Zoya asked slightly out of breath. It's been fifteen minutes they walked from school to Mrs. Fateema's house. This was Zoya's first visit to her house. "We will be there in a minute," said Mrs. Fateema. The lunch time was past. Her stomach was growling. Earlier she had asked her to eat first, but Mrs. Fateema refused. She said, just having lunch at her house. The alley was getting narrower because the houses on both sides of the alley. Maybe not more than half a meter wide. Let alone motorbike passed, pedestrians only have to pull over in the opposite direction. The funny thing was there were so many doors that directly face the alley. Zoya didn't expect Mrs. Fateema to live in an area like this. She must have passed through this alley every day so that she memorized the alley like a maze.

Zoya came to school early that morning with the file that Mrs. Fateema asked for. She brought quite a lot of proposal letters which she would later deliver to agencies and companies. Everything was ready for delivery. Last night she also sent an email to her college friends in Boston. She hoped that there would be friends who were willing to help through the fundraising page she created yesterday. Mrs. Fateema was amazed at Zoya's apt work. Yesterday she had doubted whether Zoya could do it, but that morning her doubts suddenly disappeared. Everything in the proposal was appropriate, no need for further revision. She even wondered how the girl could do it in less than a day. "How did you get it done so fast, Ashita?" asked Mrs. Fateema. "I'm used to doing assignments quickly, Mrs. Fateema. I'm used to working to deadlines and under pressure. I even sacrificed my sleeping time," Zoya said casually. "Is this proposal ready for submission?" "Just the school stamp and your signature

In the restaurant Zoya ate voraciously. They ordered quite a lot for the two, but Mrs. Fateema didn't seem to be in the appetite. Maybe influenced by what she was thinking. Only three proposals that they spread, still not seen any tesult. Maybe tomorrow it happen again, will be rejected again. Her mind was racing and what if their efforts failed? She needed a lot of money to be able to rent a new building. The students will lose their place to study. One hundred children was not a small number, and that was her responsibility. Her reputation will certainly be at stake. She had been building this school for years. She had sacrificed a lot of money and time to build a school, but just because the building was taken by the owner, should it stop? What would happen to the students? "What are you thinking of?" asked Zoya. "I don't know why I feel pessimistic we don't get funding anytime soon. Submitting a proposal doesn't seem to get the funding quickly. We only have two weeks from now.

Rajesh felt Zoya wanted to overcome her problem without anyone's help. If only she wanted to beg her father, surely he would help her. She wouldn't sell that car.It was strange to hear Zoya's decision, as strange as her father was. He sent his daughter to Dharavi before giving her an important post in Vishaya.Ah, sometimes the rich's way of thinking was difficult to understand."Okay, if that's what you want. I'll help you. May I have the vehicle ownership document?""You need it now?""Yeah, I'll take it to the car dealer. After that, I'll meet the building owner at the Taj Mahal cafe.""Wait a minute, I'll get it."Zoya got up from her seat and leaving Rajesh alone by the pool.Zoya went inside the house towards her room. She immediately took the car ownership document in a small safety box in her room. There was not the slightest sad feeling whatsoever to re-sell the luxury car. For some reason, she just felt flat. From the beginning she didn't feel 'clicked' with the car, unlik

"Ashita! Tell me that you're lying! It's hard for me to believe anyone would want to help us in such a short time! Two days ago we were still having trouble finding donors, why suddenly pouring now?" Mrs. Fateema still couldn't believe it. "I'm not lying, Ma'am! Do you know who bought this building and gave it to us?" "Who is the donor?" "Her name is Zoya Bipasha. She's the daughter of the owner of the Vishaya Group!" "What? Really? She's so kind! We submitted the proposal two days ago, and immediately get response. Isn't that amazing and inviting questions at the same time?" "What kind of question is that?" "Why did she immediately want to help?" "Why not? Nothing strange to me, Mrs. Fateema! It could be that she is interested after reading the proposal that has been sent. She help directly from her own pocket without complicated procedures." "When did she inform us of helping?" "Yesterday afternoon!" Zoya explained. "She called you?" "No. Her aide told me. He said she was