The final round was scheduled for Tuesday.
Today was Saturday.
PK had two days.
Two days to prepare, reposition, and eliminate risk.
Sunday morning, he woke early.
No hesitation.
No second thoughts.
Instead of heading out to buy new hardware—as anyone else might—he chose a different priority.
He went to a real estate agency.
The office was busy. Agents moved between desks, explaining layouts and prices to families and students alike.
A young woman greeted him.
Professional. Composed. Pleasant without being intrusive.
She patiently explained the available units—apartments, shared spaces, independent houses. PK listened, then stated his requirements clearly.
An individual house.
Two bedrooms.
Close to the university.
She paused, then showed him a few listings.
One stood out.
Located in a prime area near the campus.
Quiet.
Low foot traffic.
The price for purchase was steep—around ₹30 lakhs.
PK didn't blink.
"I'll rent," he said.
The monthly rent was ₹10,000.
He nodded once.
"I'll take it."
Before she could even finish explaining alternatives, PK asked for the contract.
Two years.
He signed immediately.
Six months' rent paid upfront as deposit.
The entire transaction took less than ten minutes.
The other agents noticed.
Students negotiated for days.
Families hesitated for weeks.
This one decided in minutes.
No bargaining.
No uncertainty.
They watched in silence as PK completed the formalities.
The agent herself was stunned—but pleased. Commission secured without friction.
She accompanied him to the property.
The house was modest but solid. Clean lines. Functional space. No unnecessary attention.
PK walked through the rooms once.
That was enough.
He felt satisfied.
The agent smiled, clearly relieved.
As she left, PK stood alone in the empty house.
A new location.
A clean slate.
And soon—no fixed trail.
The final was coming.
And now—
So was he.