"Sab ke paas koi na koi hota hai. Mere paas bas gussa tha.""Everyone had someone. I only had my anger."— Aryan Sen
The punches had stopped landing a long time ago.
Aryan was eleven when he got into his first real fight.
A boy had pushed him in school. Laughed at his accent. Called his clothes "cheap."He wanted to walk away.
He really did.
But then that boy said,"Your mom ran away, didn't she?"
Aryan didn't remember the punch.Just the screaming.The blood on his knuckles.The silence in the principal's room.And the call his father never answered.
His mother had died when he was seven.
Illness. Late diagnosis. Financial struggle.His father had been too busy "fixing numbers" in meetings.By the time he brought medicine, she had stopped responding.
Aryan had cried so hard that day,he couldn't open his eyes for hours.
And his father had just said,"Crying won't bring her back."
From that day on, he never cried again.
Instead, he started fighting.Not for violence.But for weight.To feel something.
Punching bags didn't ask questions.Sparring matches didn't lie.And winning made him forget the silence in his house.
He learned every style he could afford.Boxing. Karate. Judo. Street fighting.By fifteen, he had scars he couldn't remember earning.
At sixteen, he won his first underground tournament.No one cheered.Not even his father.
The prize money was enough to buy his own gear.The silence at home was still free.
People called him a prodigy.
But no one ever called him a "son."
And now, sitting under a cherry tree in Tokyo, watching pink petals fall on his notebook,Aryan felt that same cold fire return.
Akari had left early today. Her brother was sick.
Aryan stayed behind, staring at the word she had written on the page before she left:
Kokoro — heart, soul, feeling.
He looked at the word.
Then slowly, he wrote beside it:
Gussa — rage.
And underneath that, smaller:
Pyaar — love.
He stared at it.A part of him wanted to scratch it out.
But he didn't.
Because for the first time,someone had said his name without fear.Someone had looked at his fistsand not seen a threat.
Maybe…
Maybe he didn't always have to fight alone.
[End of Episode 5]📝 Next: "The Girl with No Voice" – Akari's silent strength, the weight she carries at home, and why her smile is just a disguise.