National Offer, His Answer, and Her Breakdown

The internet lost its mind.

Within 24 hours of the auction, every trending list in India had one name stamped across the top:

#SpendKing200CR

#XylonDominance

#BidderXUnmatched

The headlines rolled in like a wave:

"A Silent ₹200 Cr Move — Xylon Enters Delhi Like a Tsunami"

"Bidder X Flexes While Billionaires Fold"

"Spend King Turns Auction Into Personal Playground"

News channels aired panel debates.

"Is the Spend King India's most powerful unknown billionaire?"

"What does this mean for political balance?"

"And is he even Indian?"

One anchor paused and said:

"Forget speeches. This man spoke with his wallet. ₹200 crores… without a face."

In Warangal, the Xylon boardroom stayed calm.

Adarsh sat across from Nishanth, looking overwhelmed but grinning.

"Sir, the media wants a quote."

"No."

"Business Insider offered ₹10 lakhs for just your voice. Unedited."

"No."

"HyBiz says they'll give us 5 national slots if we show your shadow."

"No."

Adarsh leaned back.

"You know... some people crave ten seconds of attention. You're on your way to being remembered forever, and you don't even blink."

Nishanth finally smiled — faint, sharp.

"The goal isn't to be remembered."

"Then what is it?"

"To never be underestimated again."

Elsewhere, Karan Shekhawat sat in his father's office.

Sweat glistened on his forehead. Rage burned behind his eyes.

Minister Shekhawat tossed a glass of water toward him."You embarrassed us. Nationally."

"He's not a man," Karan muttered. "He's a machine."

"Then shut him down. Find him."

Karan stood up, shaky but burning with obsession:

"I want hackers. Private security. Journalists. I don't care what it takes. I'm going to find Bidder X. And when I do…"

He didn't finish.

Because the pain of ₹200 crores lost without even seeing the enemy… spoke for him.

Meanwhile, Supriya stared at her screen.

Again.

A thousand videos.

A million comments.

But one blurry clip, caught by a zoomed-in lens during the auction shook her world.

It wasn't the face.

Just a moment.

Bidder X, in a navy suit, paused and adjusted his sleeve.

On his wrist?

A black thread tied with a small peacock feather charm.

She blinked,paused the video,then zoomed in.

There it was.

The same charm she had once tied onto his wrist when he got rejected from a college internship.

He had laughed and said:

"Maybe the gods won't listen to me. But maybe they'll listen to you."

Tears welled in her eyes.There was no doubt now.

"It's him."

She whispered it to no one.Because the truth wasn't something you said out loud.

It was something that shattered silently inside you.

That evening, her phone buzzed.

Unknown number.

One message.

"You used to believe in dreams. Don't stop now."

— X.

Her breath caught.She stared at the screen.

Hands trembling.

Then she replied:"Is it really you?"

No response.Just silence.

And somehow, that silence said more than any voice could.

Back at Xylon HQ…

Nishanth sat at his desk, staring at an incoming notification.

[SYSTEM → PREDICTIVE SOCIAL TRENDS ENABLED]

His impact was now unstoppable.

Each move generated:

-Political tremors

-Market shifts

-Emotional chaos

And he had only just begun.

The screen blinked.

Upcoming Suggestion:

Do you wish to launch "Xylon International"?

Nishanth didn't answer yet.Instead, he stood.Walked to his private rooftop and watched the sky , the same sky under which he was once mocked for being poor, small, replaceable.

Now?

He was none of those things.Now, he was feared.

The day after the ₹200 crore auction shock, something happened that even the Spend King hadn't expected.

The Prime Minister's Office released an official press note.

Short. Precise. And powerful.

"The Government of India recognizes the anonymous bidder known as Xylon Holdings Pvt. Ltd., also called the 'Spend King,' for their contribution to national infrastructure, education, and urban revival.

We extend a formal invitation for a private discussion regarding further national development partnerships."

— PMO Communications, India

The nation froze.

"He's not just a billionaire anymore."

"The Prime Minister wants to meet him?"

"Does this mean the Spend King will finally reveal himself?"

Inside Xylon HQ, Adarsh burst into the room holding the printed invite.

"Sir… this is real."

"Of course it is."

"You going?"

Nishanth took the letter. Read it once. Twice. Then calmly placed it down beside the peacock feather on his table.

"Not yet."

Adarsh blinked."But sir, the government—"

"Can wait."

He tapped the system screen.

"They ignored us when we were silent.

Let them wait while we build a little louder."

At the same time, Supriya sat inside a quiet metro train in Delhi.Her world no longer looked the same.Everyone around her was talking about the Spend King.

Every reel. Every story. Every news post are his name, his number, his flex.

And none of it had her in it.She looked down at her reflection in the glass.

"He built an empire in the same months I posted party selfies."

"He helped thousands while I helped myself to branded bags."

"I walked away from the man who became India's most powerful ghost."

Her heart ached.But more than that her soul cracked.

Elsewhere, inside a parliament corridor in Delhi, Minister Shekhawat slammed his hand against a wall.

"He disrespected us."

Karan stood stiff beside him.

"No, Dad. He didn't disrespect us."

"Then what do you call this silence?"

"I call it... dominance."

That night, Nishanth stood before a mirror.

The system interface hovered near his reflection like a ghost.

[MILESTONE COMPLETE: ₹200 Cr]

Reveal Option: Available

National Offer: Pending Response

Public Sentiment: Hunger Level High

Would you like to reveal your identity?

He stared at it.

Then tapped:

"Not Yet."

"They want a face," he murmured.

"Let them first remember the impact."

Far away, in a silent hostel room, Supriya sat on her bed.

She opened their old photo album folder. All those private snaps she never deleted. College festivals. Tea shop selfies. One shot of him holding her hand without looking at the camera.

She clutched the phone against her chest and sobbed.

"I never deserved him."

She typed one message for herself.

To: Nishanth (Number Unavailable)

"If I get to meet you one more time...I won't walk away again."

She hit send.The message disappeared into the void.and that void felt like punishment.

Back at Xylon, Nishanth walked to the rooftop.The city lights blinked below like stars trying to reach him.

He closed his eyes and smiled.

"I don't need revenge.

Their regret.....is enough."

TO BE CONTINUED.....