Chapter 9: The School Built From His Silence
Long before he ever spent crores, long before anyone knew the name Xylon, there was a school.
A broken one.
With rusted benches, leaking ceilings, and a board so old it creaked when written on.This was the school Nishanth once passed by every day on his walk to college.
Bhudevi Government High School.
Where students wore torn shoes and shared pencils.
Where teachers cried silently because they hadn't been paid in three months.
Where a girl once sold her bicycle to pay her exam fees.
Nishanth never studied there.But he never forgot it either and so today, months after the world began whispering his name, he returned.
No camera crews,No banners,no VIP chairs.
Just silence, sunlight, and something sacred about walking into a place forgotten by the country but not by him.
He stepped through the rusted gates.Wore his usual dark shirt.A feather charm quietly wrapped around his wrist.