He didn't roar. He didn't pose.
He knelt in the center of the ring and just… breathed.
He was no longer a boy trying to prove something. He had arrived—not to be seen, but to shine.
Back in India, his flight was welcomed like a hero's return.
He refused limos.
He walked out in a plain hoodie, carrying his gym bag.
At IronSoul, his students had tears in their eyes.
He raised his hands and said, "Now, your turn."