Chapter 2: The Spend Saint
News travels differently in Warangal.
Sometimes it spreads through WhatsApp forwards. Other times through tea stall whispers. But when money moves , real money the people will know.
The next morning, a contractor named Sathyanarayana, who had nearly shut down his family firm due to unpaid bills, received an anonymous client brief on his tablet. Prepaid. Fully green-lit.
Site: 2.3 acres in Kothawada.Objective: Develop modular housing for 40 families.Timeline: 21 days.Budget: Unlimited.
There was no client photo. No office visit. Just a system-generated identity:"Xylon Assets Pvt. Ltd."
Sathyanarayana thought it was a joke. Until ₹3,00,000 was wired to his account before sunrise.
By 10 a.m., cement began to pour. Steel rods arrived in mini-trucks. And people in the nearby basti began to gather near the fence, wondering why the land that had sat untouched for years suddenly looked alive.
Elsewhere, Nishanth walked into his college cafeteria. No fanfare. No new clothes. Still the same guy.
Except he wasn't.As he collected his chai from the canteen, someone at the corner table muttered:
"Isn't that the guy Supriya dumped? Heard her new guy drives an Audi...."
Another voice replied: