Rise of the Ruthless: From Shadows to Sovereignty

I didn’t write this story with a pen.

I carved it in bone.

I bled it through keys.

I burned it into being.

Rise of the Ruthless isn’t a novel.

It’s a scream disguised as a sentence.

It’s for the ones who were laughed at, left behind, and still chose to rise.

This book is rage wrapped in poetry,

ambition soaked in blood,

and every broken boy’s answer to the silence that tried to kill him.

If you’re holding this…

you didn’t find the story.

The story found you.

Rushit Bhoi