The Turning Point

The air in the classroom was thick with tension. The fight had erupted into complete chaos, fists flying, bodies crashing against desks, and the sound of heavy breathing filling the space. No one had expected Parvat to fight back with such intensity. He was just a new kid, but now—he was something else entirely.

Outside, the commotion had reached the ears of the PT teacher, Mr. Sharma. His sharp instincts told him something serious was happening. Without wasting a second, he sprinted down the corridor, his shoes pounding against the tiled floor.

When he reached the door, he didn't hesitate. With one swift motion, he shoved it open.

What he saw froze him in place.

The entire class was in shambles—desks overturned, books scattered, students groaning in pain. But the most shocking sight was Parvat.

He stood in the center of the wreckage, his breathing ragged, his small hands clenched into fists that dripped with blood. His dark eyes burned with something indescribable—pain, exhaustion, and something deeper… something primal. But he was barely holding himself up. His legs trembled under him, and then—he collapsed.

Gasps echoed around the room as his body hit the ground with a dull thud.

Among the injured were the two older boys—the ones who had stormed in, eager to avenge their younger brother. One of them lay unconscious, while the other, barely awake, turned his swollen, bloodied face towards Parvat. His lips curled into a weak smirk.

"W-We'll see you later, kid…" he muttered before his eyes rolled back, and he too collapsed.

Silence.

Mr. Sharma snapped out of his shock and rushed to Parvat, checking his pulse. He was alive—but completely drained.

"Call the nurse!" the teacher barked, and a student bolted out of the room.

Minutes later, Parvat was in the infirmary, lying on a white hospital bed. His small hands, now bandaged, twitched slightly as he began to regain consciousness. His head ached, and his body felt like it had been hit by a truck.

The school doctor, an older man with a kind face, sighed as he checked the boy's vitals. "You didn't collapse because of injuries," he murmured. "You fainted from exhaustion. Whatever you did in that fight… it pushed your body past its limit."

Parvat barely reacted. He stared at the ceiling, his mind blank.

But he didn't get much time to rest.

The principal had been informed.

And the decision was made.

Half an hour later, his aunt arrived, her face pale with worry. She hurried to his bedside, cupping his face. "Parvat! Are you okay?"

He nodded weakly. "I'm fine, Auntie…"

But before she could respond, the school principal stepped into the room, arms crossed, face severe.

"Mrs. Mina," he said, voice firm. "We cannot allow such violence in our school. Your nephew is—effective immediately—rusticated."

Aunt Mina's breath caught in her throat. "But… but he was just defending himself!"

The principal's gaze didn't soften. "That may be. But this level of brutality is unacceptable." He turned his eyes toward Parvat, who remained silent, his expression unreadable. "He's too dangerous to stay here."

The words echoed in the room.

Dangerous.

The conversation continued, but Parvat wasn't listening anymore. He closed his eyes.

It's just the beginning

The car ride home was silent, the hum of the engine filling the space between them. Parvat sat in the back seat, his arms crossed over his aching body. His hands were still sore, his knuckles wrapped in fresh bandages. Every muscle in his body screamed in exhaustion, but his mind wouldn't rest.

Aunt Mina glanced at him through the rearview mirror. "Before we go home, we need to get you checked properly," she said firmly, turning the car towards a clinic.

Parvat didn't argue. His vision was still a little blurry from fatigue, and he could feel dried blood on his fingertips. The weight of what had happened in school lingered in his chest—getting expelled wasn't just about him. It would affect his uncle too.

At the clinic, the doctor carefully unwrapped his bandages, examining his injuries. He frowned, glancing at Aunt Mina. "What happened to him? Did he hit a wall or something?"

Aunt Mina let out a small sigh. "Trust me, you don't want to know," she muttered.

The doctor hesitated but said nothing further. As he continued treating Parvat's wounds, Parvat clenched his fists. He was used to pain, but today was different. It wasn't just his body that ached—it was something deeper, something he couldn't quite name.

When they finally reached home, Parvat lowered his head. "I'm sorry," he muttered. "It was my mistake."

Aunt Mina placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's not your fault," she said softly. "But… your uncle won't like this kind of violence. He's strict about discipline. You know, he was in the military before he switched careers."

Parvat nodded. He had always known his uncle was a tough man, but he wasn't afraid of him. What he feared was the disappointment in his eyes.

Just then, Hunni and Sumit stormed into the room. "Hey, what happened to you?" Hunni asked, his eyes widening at the bandages.

Aunt Mina gave them a brief summary, keeping her voice calm.

When she left the room, Sumit smirked. "We heard what you did."

Hunni grinned. "Yeah. You knocked out that guy in one punch. We support you."

Parvat raised an eyebrow. "So, if they come back, you'll handle it?"

Sumit cracked his knuckles. "Leave it to us."

For the first time that day, Parvat allowed himself a small smile. But deep inside, he knew things weren't over yet.

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The Night of Reckoning

As night fell, Parvat sat on the couch, flipping through TV channels, trying to distract himself from what was coming. The real fear wasn't those boys—it was his uncle.

And when the front door opened, and his uncle stepped in, Parvat knew his time had come.

Uncle Naresh was a tall man with sharp features and a presence that commanded respect. His military background was evident in the way he carried himself. He didn't waste words. He simply looked at Parvat, his gaze sharp.

"It was hard to get you into that school," he said, his voice calm but heavy. "You were already in a grade above your age. Now, tell me, where do we send you next?"

Parvat opened his mouth, but before he could speak, a buzz from Uncle Naresh's phone interrupted the moment. He glanced at the screen, his expression unreadable. Then he looked back at Parvat.

"You got selected for another school," he said.

Parvat frowned. "What?"

"It's a school for elites. But for some reason… you got in for free," Uncle Naresh continued. "Starting the day after tomorrow, that's where you'll go."

Parvat sat there, processing the news. A school for elites? Why was he accepted for free?

Whatever the reason, he had no choice now.

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The Final Encounter

The next day, Parvat barely had time to think about his new school before another problem arrived.

The guy he had knocked out? His brother was back.

Bigger. Angrier. Not alone.

They stormed into the front yard, looking for a fight. Parvat's heart pounded, but before he could react, Hunni and Sumit stepped forward.

"You again?" Sumit sneered.

"You're gonna pay for what you did to my brother," the older boy growled.

Parvat was still sore, still recovering. But it didn't matter. The fight was happening.

Aunt Mina wasn't home. No adults to stop them.

Fists flew. Shouts echoed.

By the time Aunt Mina returned, it was over. No one spoke of what happened. They simply went inside, as if nothing had occurred.

Later that night, as Parvat lay in bed, he stared at the ceiling. Tomorrow was Sunday. The next day…

A new school. A new beginning.

Maybe even… a new battle.