Dilli's heart was a furnace of two flames—ambition and love. One burned for the dreams he carried for himself and his family, the other for Chitti, the woman who had unknowingly become both his inspiration and his unspoken challenge. Her presence was a mirror he dared not look away from; it reminded him of who he was and who he longed to become. He could not imagine standing before her as anything less than her equal.
So, with determination heavier than his doubts, Dilli left behind the emerald fields of Atreyapuram and stepped into Hyderabad—the restless city of endless lights and endless struggles.
The City's First Lessons
In Hyderabad, the rhythm of life was unfamiliar, harsh, yet filled with opportunity. Dilli began humbly, diving into the world of software. He started as a learner of software testing, fumbling through concepts and codes, but slowly his grit turned weakness into strength. From a student, he grew into a manual testing instructor, finding his voice in the classroom.
For the first time, the shy village boy discovered confidence—not just in explaining test cases and bug reports, but in standing tall before others. The classroom became his stage, his training ground for something larger than life. Soon, he evolved into a Functional Tester, sharpening his career into a blade of discipline and dignity. Each small victory was more than a paycheck—it was a stone laid on the path toward worthiness, toward standing one day without shame before Chitti.
A Brush With Power
But fate is a trickster, opening doors where one least expects them. An unlikely opportunity arrived when Dilli was invited to join the team of Ex-Chief Minister Kiran Kumar Reddy, who was contesting for MP elections. For Dilli, it felt like destiny's summons.
In a leap of faith, he became the former CM's personal assistant and manager. Overnight, the farmer's son from Atreyapuram was in the whirlwind of politics—meeting leaders, traveling with strategists, and hearing the deafening roars of crowds hungry for change. For a while, hope soared like a kite in the sky. Perhaps this was the stage where he would rise, where he would prove himself, where the universe would align him with the destiny he dreamed of.
But politics is a battlefield where even the strongest stumble. When his leader lost the election, Dilli's hopes collapsed like a sandcastle before the tide. The defeat left him drained, adrift in the vastness of the city, clutching the bitter taste of failure.
The Resolve to Rise Again
Yet surrender was never in his blood. The boy who once wrestled with doubts in Atreyapuram had grown into a man who understood that failure was not the end, but a bend in the road. With quiet resolve, Dilli stepped away from the political stage and replanned his life.
He joined VVC Mahindra as a Senior Sales Executive for Commercial Vehicles. The job was demanding, filled with targets, negotiations, and the sweat of long days. But it gave him something priceless: direction. It rebuilt his sense of purpose, stitched back his confidence, and showed him that no loss was permanent unless he accepted it as such.
Through every challenge in the city—every rejection, every hard-earned sale, every lonely night—one thought continued to light his path: Chitti. She had no idea that her existence was the compass steering him, that every step he took was, in some way, a silent promise to her.
Dilli's struggles were not just for himself. They were for the dignity he wanted to carry when he stood before her one day, no longer as a dreamer chasing a star, but as a man who had built his own sky.