Insult

: The Fire of Humiliation

The morning sun had risen a little higher. Just like every day, Vihaan woke up early and got ready for college. His shirt was slightly worn out, and his faded jeans didn't quite match, but he had no other option. He took out his old bicycle and pedaled towards college.

As he crossed the college gate, a few students turned their heads toward him. Their eyes carried amusement, as if they found a new joke to laugh at every day.

The first boy, Abhishek, from a wealthy family, chuckled with his friends and said, "Bro, you study on a scholarship, but at least get yourself a decent bike!"

The second boy, Ravi, smirked and added, "Oh, but he's a topper, right? Maybe one day he'll become rich and wash our cars for a living!"

Sneha, one of the most fashionable girls in college, gave a fake sympathetic smile and said, "Vihaan, really? Such an old bicycle? Even antiques are out of trend now!"

Vihaan heard their words but didn't react. He was used to being the subject of ridicule. But today, coming to college felt heavier than usual.

Classroom Encounter: Naina and a Forgotten Mistake

As he entered the classroom, his eyes fell on Naina. Naina, the girl he secretly loved. Her smile, her words—everything about her was precious to Vihaan. But it was a one-sided love.

Then, a sudden realization struck him—a mistake he had made two days ago.

"I had texted Naina 'I Love You' on WhatsApp… and she blocked me!"

His heart pounded. What would happen now? Would she ignore him completely? Did anyone else find out?

His mind spiraled into a storm of questions… and he had no idea how to escape this mess.

(What will happen next? Will Naina say something, or will Vihaan's troubles increase?)

: The Confrontation

There was still time before class started. As Vihaan stood in a corner, lost in thoughts about Naina's reaction, he suddenly heard heavy footsteps approaching.

It was none other than Rishabh—the senior from the final year, the spoiled rich brat everyone feared.

Rishabh stormed toward Vihaan, rage burning in his eyes. He grabbed Vihaan's collar and growled, "Hey! How dare you text Naina 'I love you'? Stay in your limits, got it? Naina is my girlfriend!"

Before Vihaan could say a word, Rishabh's fist landed on his eye. A sharp jolt of pain shot through him, making him stumble. But he didn't fall.

Just then, Naina arrived. She was calm, as if nothing had happened. She gently placed a hand on Rishabh's shoulder and smiled.

"Relax, baby… leave him. Hold me instead."

Rishabh immediately turned toward her, and without warning, Naina pulled him into a deep kiss.

Vihaan watched it all happen in front of him. His fists clenched. His heart burned with rage, pain, and humiliation. His blood boiled.

But he remained still… because, at this moment, he could do nothing.

(What happens next? Will Vihaan stay silent, or will this humiliation change his life forever?)

: The Last Straw and Fate's Game

Naina pulled away from Rishabh's lips and then looked straight at Vihaan. Her eyes held a cruel amusement—a mix of disdain and disgust.

Then, in a cold voice, she said, "Do you even deserve to say 'I love you' to me?"

Vihaan's face turned pale. It felt as if someone had stripped him naked in the middle of the street. All eyes were on him—some filled with laughter, some with shock, but none with sympathy.

But Naina wasn't done yet. She continued, "Look at him! Wearing tattered clothes, riding a broken bicycle, working at a tea stall—this guy thinks I would ever be his girlfriend? Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror?"

Laughter erupted around him. Some students mocked, "Poor guy's love story just got crushed!"

Another voice taunted, "Bro, stop watching Bollywood movies. Rich girls don't fall for poor boys in real life!"

Someone clapped. Another whistled and laughed, "Dream big, but don't dream stupid!"

Rishabh smirked and said, "See your reality? Next time, don't even think about a rich girl!"

Vihaan stood there, his fists clenched, his eyes filled with pain, humiliation, and anger. But he knew that today, he had no reply to give.

But he made a promise to himself—"Today, they mock my poverty… but one day, the world will know my name!"

(What will happen next? Will Vihaan endure this humiliation, or will this moment become the turning point of his life?)

: The Edge of Despair and a Twist of Fate

Vihaan could take no more. His eyes were wet, his pride shattered, and his mind filled with one question—"What was my mistake?"

He lived in a tiny rented room in Chandigarh, owned by his tea-stall boss. But today, he didn't want to go back there. His heart was too heavy, his self-respect destroyed.

Walking aimlessly, he reached the lake near the college. The water was still, just like his life. The air was silent, mirroring his lost hopes.

He started blaming himself—

"God, why am I so weak?"

"Why don't I have anything?"

"Why is my existence a joke to everyone?"

Tears rolled down his cheeks. He looked around—no one was there. "This is the right time…" he thought.

He took slow steps toward the water.

But then, he pulled out his phone—to record one last video message.

"Maybe someone will hear my story…"

As he began to speak, a few of his tears dropped onto the phone screen.

And suddenly… the screen came to life.

An advertisement for an international Bitcoin trading app popped up.

Vihaan blinked. "What…?"

Then, a long-forgotten memory surfaced in his mind.

Five years ago… he had bought a single Bitcoin for ₹1,100.

And after that… he had never checked that app again.

Now, his heartbeat quickened. "Is that the same Bitcoin? And if it is… how much is it worth now?"

(What will happen next? Is Vihaan's fate about to change forever?)