In every story where a man rises quietly,
There's always a group that doesn't believe he deserves it.
Not rivals.Not enemies.But the ones who once ignored him.
And now?
They couldn't look away.
It happened at a private fundraising gala in Hyderabad.Hosted by one of the nation's most powerful luxury conglomerates, the event was invite-only — champagne politics, dressed-up charity, and soft war between elites.
And as always....Nishanth didn't want to attend.
But he did.Because the event wasn't about money.
It was about something far riskier: influence over education policy.
Xylon had just completed its 300th rural learning center and someone — somewhere — didn't like that.
That night, he walked in quietly.Black suit. No bodyguards.
One feather-shaped lapel pin.
The hall turned silent for a beat.Not because he was loud.But because everyone had heard the stories.
And none of them had ever seen him this close.
She spotted him across the room.
Ananya Jain.
