There was a strange weight in the air that evening like something had quietly died inside Nishanth.
The sun was still up, somewhere beyond the grey clouds over Warangal, but it might as well have set for him already. His steps were heavy as he walked past the line of shuttered grocery stalls near the main road. The wind whispered against the dried trees. A tea vendor called out his name softly, but Nishanth didn't respond.
He just kept walking, eyes blank, fists clenched in his pockets.
Earlier that afternoon, he'd wrapped up college lectures and headed to the institute where Supriya said she was doing a project meetup with her marketing team. Nothing unusual. She said they'd have lunch afterward.
He brought her favorite kulfi from a local stall, thinking she'd laugh at the childish gesture. She always did.But what he saw instead shattered the last piece of innocence he carried.
There, in the parking lot of Shamshabad Grand Hotel, Supriya was stepping out of a white Mercedes ,not alone. She adjusted her dupatta and smiled up at the tall man beside her. Karan Shekhawat. The very politician's son who once said in front of the whole class:
"Poor boys should dream about clearance sales, not CEOs."
Supriya leaned into Karan's side as they shared a small laugh. His hand was on her waist , casual. Like it belonged there.
Nishanth stood frozen on the pavement. Kulfi melting between his fingers. Heart melting somewhere deeper.
She didn't see him. Or maybe she did,, and looked away on purpose.
Either way, it didn't matter.
He didn't return to class. He didn't text his friends. He just walked the streets of Warangal until they started lighting up with cheap tube bulbs and flickering shop banners.
When he finally reached the edge of his village, he looked at the faded wall of his house. His father was inside, coughing quietly. His mother was lighting a diya near the tulasi. His younger brother was chasing hens. His sister was reciting her exam essay under a flickering bulb.
He should've gone in.He didn't.
Instead, he walked past the house. Found the old banyan tree where he used to study under during power cuts. Sat down with his back to it and stared at the sky.
"Is money all that matters?"
His voice was just a whisper. Not to anyone. Not even to himself.
"I gave her everything I had. Time. Dreams. Loyalty."
A moment passed. His hands trembled slightly. There were no tears — just the kind of silence that sinks deep into bone.Then, as the wind shifted, he opened his mouth again.
Clear. Calm. Measured.
"Open system."
There was no thunder. No glow. Just a soundless click like a digital lock turning inside his mind.
And then it appeared.
A golden-white rectangle, floating inches before his eyes. Clean. Minimal. No frills. No loading bar. Just perfection in silence.
[INFINITY SPEND PROTOCOL ACTIVATED]
Welcome, Nishanth Venkata Rao.
"Wealth isn't given. It is spent to be earned."
→ Initial Balance: ₹10,00,000
→ Source: Anonymous Transfer
→ Spending Rules Applied
You have unlocked: Level 0 — Initiation Access
Spend. Dominate. Rise.
Nishanth blinked once.
The kulfi from earlier had stained his shirt. His dignity had taken a hit no detergent could fix. And his heart? Gone. Left somewhere near that Mercedes tire.
But his mind?
Crystal clear.
He stood up.
The next morning, he wouldn't be a poor farmer's son. He wouldn't be the guy who waited for a girl to text him back. He wouldn't even be a student in love.
He'd be something else.
Something the world didn't have a name for yet.
But soon… they would.
Spend King had just been born.
TO BE CONTINUED.............................................
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Chapter 1: The Day Silence BrokePart 2 of 4(Word Count: 1,520+)
Nishanth didn't sleep that night.
He stared at the glowing interface floating beside his pillow, invisible to anyone but him. It made no sound, emitted no heat, and pulsed softly like a breath in sync with his heartbeat.
₹10,00,000.More money than his entire family had seen in five years. And it came with no instructions. No warnings.
Only three words repeated on the screen:
Spend. Dominate. Rise.
He looked around the room.
His father's medicine bills were piling up in a plastic tray. His mother had stitched her old sari three times. His brother's slippers were hanging by threads. His sister had borrowed her school books from someone two batches above.
And yet...
"No," he whispered.
He wouldn't spend this first amount on charity.
Not yet.
This wasn't money given to be kind. It was a weapon.
And weapons weren't used to comfort. They were used to change.
He opened the system again.
[INFINITY SPEND PROTOCOL]
→ Spend Track: INACTIVE→ Spend History: EMPTY
Would you like to begin?
Nishanth tapped the word YES.
And instantly—
[Nearby High Value Assets Listed]
Abandoned Plot, 2.3 acres — Kothawada Zone – ₹8,25,000
Business Class Laptop (Import Grade) – ₹1,05,000
5-Star Hotel Suite – ₹72,000/day
Land Near Temple Circle (Flagged for development) – ₹9,60,000
Note: Early purchases define trajectory.
Nishanth stared at the first option.
Kothawada.A dead zone. Land no one wanted. No drainage, poor access, and surrounded by half-demolished brick sheds.
Exactly the kind of place people laughed at.
And in Nishanth's eyes — exactly the kind of place that shouldn't be ignored.
He tapped on it.
Confirm Purchase?→ YES
[PURCHASE COMPLETE]→ Title deed generated under holding firm: Xylon Assets Pvt. Ltd.→ Ownership: 100% — Nishanth Venkata Rao
Spend Logged. Next opportunity unlocked.
By the time dawn hit Warangal, Nishanth had also:
Ordered architectural sketches for modular housing
Contacted three local contractors anonymously through system-synced numbers
Leased a warehouse space for delivery and stock control
Purchased 120 high-grade steel frames — the kind used in compact luxury homes abroad
All in one night.
When Radhamma woke at 5:30 a.m. to pray, Nishanth was still wide awake, sipping water from a steel tumbler. She thought he was stressed.
He was strategizing.
By noon, Supriya's Instagram had three new stories.
@supriya_bossgirl
"Lunch with the only one who knows my worth"
[Photo: Karan's arm in frame, Rolex peeking]
"Some people stay broke because they stay loyal lol"
Nishanth saw it.
Smiled slightly.
Then opened the system again.
[SPEND BALANCE: ₹1,75,000]
New Spend Opportunity Detected.
→ Purchase: Fully Furnished Business Suite Floor (Rental Access – 30 Days)Location: Venum Grand Tower, Level 12Cost: ₹1,50,000
Note: Overlooks the same hotel where Supriya was spotted.
He tapped Confirm.
By evening, he walked into Venum Grand Tower wearing his usual college shirt, faded jeans, and rubber sandals.
The manager blinked as he handed over the keycard.
"Sir, this is… um, the executive floor. Just confirming—"
Nishanth looked him straight in the eye and said nothing.
Then calmly walked into the private lift.
The suite door opened with a crisp beep.
Inside was a soft leather sofa, mood lighting, glass walls showing the skyline, and a gentle fragrance like imported wood and quiet power.
Nishanth walked to the window.
From here, he could see the exact corner of the hotel where Supriya had laughed yesterday.
He placed his old phone on the table.
Took out a folded paper from his wallet.
A peacock feather.
Straightened it.
And placed it gently on the desk, beside the property folder that now listed him as the legal owner of 2.3 acres of Warangal's future.
"Spend. Dominate. Rise."
He didn't say it aloud.
The city would speak it for him soon.