The city didn’t care that once Reyansh was a Nanda
It didn’t care that he once had money, influence, or a family name.
All it saw was a boy in drenched clothes, bruised pride, and empty pockets.

Kabir had given him a place to sleep and food to eat, but Rey knew he couldn’t stay a guest forever.
The world demanded one thing: survival.
And survival demanded effort.

The First Step

Reyansh started small.
Cleaning tables at a 24-hour café, delivering parcels on a rickety bike, folding clothes at a local boutique, tutoring kids at night.

Every day, his hands got raw.
Every day, his back ached.
Every day, he learned the bitter truth: nothing comes for free.

The first morning delivering parcels, a client shouted at him for being late.
The second night, a kid mocked his torn shoes while he tutored.
The third day, rain drenched him entirely, and he had no umbrella to hide under.

And yet… he kept going.

Learning the Value of Struggle

He discovered things he had never known:

1. Patience — standing in line for hours just to make five hundred rupees.

2. Humility — accepting the smallest kindnesses without shame.

3. Strength — the courage to smile even when the world spat on you.

He worked from dawn to midnight, every day, every week.
And slowly, the boy who had never known real hunger began to understand the hunger of life.
Not the kind that fills your stomach, but the kind that drives you to survive, fight, and rise.

Kabir — The Constant

Through it all, Kabir never let him falter.

“Pain is temporary,” Kabir said one night as they shared a slice of bread.
“Struggle is proof that you’re still alive.
And trust me… the world owes nothing to anyone.
It’s only going to give to the people who take it.”

Reyansh listened, absorbing every word.
He had nothing, but for the first time…
He felt like he had control.

The Turning Point

A month into this life of exhaustion, Reyansh began noticing something strange:

1. His mind was sharper.

2. He saw solutions where others saw problems.

3. He became faster, better, stronger.

It was as if the city, the pain, and the hunger were forging him.
And he began to understand something terrifying yet exhilarating:

If he could survive this, he could survive anything.

That night, Reyansh lay on the floor of Kabir’s apartment, exhausted but awake.
Rain tapped softly on the window.
The city hummed outside.

He clenched his fists and whispered:

“I will rise.
I will own everything they stole from me.
I will build a world where no one can betray me…
and no one can touch me.”

And for the first time, Reyansh didn’t feel broken.
He felt… hungry.

Hungry for revenge.
Hungry for power.
Hungry for his throne.