Aarav was released on bail. Broken. Humiliated.
But the community spoke up.Zeeshan leaked recordings. Former staff testified.It was Ravi—and a group of political insiders—who used IronSoul to funnel money into private pockets.
Aarav was framed, so he'd stay as a public puppet.
The party dropped him. The country debated him.
But Aarav didn't hide.
He gave a public speech.
"I came from nothing. I've made mistakes. But I'll burn this empire before I let anyone use it to manipulate truth."
He pulled IronSoul out of politics.Rehired his old team.Cleaned house.
The exhibition fight was still on. But now—it was personal. Not between countries.
Between two men who shaped each other.
Tokyo Dome. Again.This time, Riku was faster. Stronger. Precise.
Round 1: Riku lands a spinning elbow. Aarav bleeds.
Round 2: Aarav counters with devastating leg kicks, slowing Riku down.
Round 3: Both stagger. Both swing. Both fall.
Ten seconds remain.
Aarav whispers:
"This is for every kid who was ever told they were too soft, too broken, too late."
He throws a combo he learned in Marseille, finishes with a crescent elbow from Muay Thai mixed with Indian Kushti footwork.
Riku falls. Doesn't get up.
Aarav doesn't cheer.He cries.
Back home, Aarav held a press meet.
"I'm done fighting in cages," he said."I'm building arenas instead."
He officially retires from combat, launches IronSoul Foundation International, and turns IronSoul into a fighter-for-change network worldwide—offering scholarships, protection programs, and trauma training.
Leyla stands beside him, not as his love interest, but as his equal.They aren't married. Not yet.
Because they're building something bigger than themselves.
Epilogue: The Boy, the Metro, and the Mirror
One day, Aarav took the metro. Alone.Back to where it all began.
He sat at the same station. Same corner.
A young boy sat across from him. Tall. Overweight. Nervous.
He looked at Aarav.Then down at his phone.
"Sir... are you… that fighter guy?"
Aarav smiled.
"I used to be. Now I just build fighters like you."
The End – or the Beginning of Legacy