Chapter 41: The Young Saviour

A few days later,

At school:

(The primary section of the school was a world of its own—brightly colored walls adorned with charts, drawings, and motivational quotes in bold, cheerful fonts. Kiaan walked briskly down the corridor, a clipboard tucked under his arm.

As the head boy, Kiaan often found himself juggling responsibilities, but today he was particularly focused. The sports day was a few days away, and he needed to finalize details with the primary section's sports teacher.

Passing Class 2B, he slowed momentarily, catching sight of a vibrant jungle-themed bulletin board through the open door. The sight made him smile—it reminded him of his own days in the primary wing when making charts for competitions had felt like the biggest responsibility in the world.)

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Then,

(Just as he was about to move on, a sudden shriek from inside the room jolted him to a stop. His smile faded instantly, replaced by a deep frown. Another scream followed, then another. The sound of children crying grew louder.

Kiaan's instincts kicked in. Dropping his clipboard, he pushed open the door, his heart racing as he stepped into a scene of chaos.)

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Inside the classroom:

(Tiny tots were screaming and crying, huddled in corners and under desks. A spark near the corner of the room caught his attention—it was coming from a damaged electrical panel, and flames had begun to creep along the edge of a bulletin board nearby.

Kiaan scanned the room and realized that the teacher was nowhere in sight. He then, turned toward the children and raised his voice, keeping it calm and authoritative.)

Kiaan: Kids!!!! Everyone, calm down!!!! I'm here to help. Okay??? Stay where you are—I'll get you out of here safely.

(But their screams continued, their tiny bodies shaking with fear.

Kiaan knew he had to act quickly, not just to get them out but to calm them enough to follow his instructions.)

Kiaan: Okay, everyone. I need you to form a line. No pushing, no running. Just hold hands and follow me. You'll be safe—I promise.

(A boy in the front, clutching his chair tightly, wailed.)

Boy 1: I want my teacher! I want to go home!

(Kiaan crouched in front of him, his voice soft but firm.)

Kiaan: Hey... I know you're scared. But you're brave, aren't you? If we leave together, I'll make sure you get to safety. Deal?

(The boy hesitated, then nodded, his small hand reaching out to grasp Kiaan's.)

Kiaan: Good. Now let's go!!!!

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Outside the classroom:

(As he stepped into the open air, guiding the first batch of kids toward safety, his eyes caught sight of Mihika and a group of his batch mates loitering near the playground fence. They seemed unaware of the unfolding emergency.)

Kiaan: Mihika!!!!

(He shouted, his voice cutting through the noise. Mihika turned, startled, as she saw Kiaan rushing toward her with a line of trembling children trailing behind him.)

Mihika: (steps closer) Kiaan? What's going on?

Kiaan: There's been a short circuit in Class 2B. The room is filling with smoke, and we need to evacuate all the kids. Take these little ones go straight to the playground. Make sure no one wanders off.

(Mihika and the others nodded, they took the kids and guided them away from their classroom.)

Mihika: Kids, come on! Let's move to the playground.

Kiaan: kids.... Stay with didi, okay? I'll get your friends out soon. (he turns to his friends) Don't let them out of your sight!!!!

Girl 1: got it!!!

(They guided the kids to a safe spot under a large tree in the playground.)

(Kiaan sprinted back toward the smoky classroom to get the other kids out. He knew time was critical, and every second mattered.

With Mihika and his batch mates helping, at least he could focus on getting everyone out safely without worrying about what happened next.)

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Inside the classroom:

(After all the students were out, Kiaan scanned the room one last time. He noticed a girl with pigtails, who sat frozen near the bookshelf, clutching her knees. Her face was streaked with tears. He hurried over to her and knelt down in front of her.)

Kiaan: Hey, what's your name?

Girl: (she stammers) a— Aarya!!!

Kiaan: Hi Aarya!!! I'm Kiaan bhaiya. I'm here to help you. You don't have to be scared anymore. I'll carry you, okay?

(She nodded hesitantly, allowing him to pick her up. he lifted her and gently carried her toward the door.)

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Outside:

(The maintenance staff had arrived with fire extinguishers, and a teacher was on her phone, presumably contacting the principal.

Kiaan handed Aarya to Mihika who was near the playground with the other students.

The children were sitting in small groups, their sobs gradually subsiding as teachers comforted them.

The teacher noticed Kiaan and approached him, her face a mix of concern and relief.)

Teacher: Kiaan, you handled that incredibly well. I'm proud of you.

Kiaan: Ma'am, it wasn't just me... my friends and the other prefects helped a lot. We just did what needed to be done.

Mihika: but ma'am, if it weren't for Kiaan, this could've been much worse. He kept everyone calm.

(Kiaan gave a small nod but quickly shifted his focus back to the situation.)

Kiaan: Ma'am, can I say something?

Teacher: sure. what is it?

Kiaan: (tone is serious) I think we need to organize a fire drill. We need an evacuation plan for every class and section, especially for the little ones. They didn't know what to do, and that's dangerous.

Teacher: You're absolutely right. I'll talk to the principal about it... and then we'll work on this together.

(Kiaan nodded his head and looked over at the tiny tots, now calmer but still shaken.

That day, Kiaan proved that leadership wasn't just about medals and speeches— it was about stepping into the fire, quite literally, and making sure no one got left behind.)

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Author’s Note ✨

Hey there, awesome readers! 👋

Writing this scene was intense, and I could almost feel the heat of the fire, the panic of the kids, and the rush of adrenaline as Kiaan took charge.

He’s the kind of leader we all need—brave, selfless, and always ready to step up. 🔥💪

I wanted to show that true leadership isn’t about power or titles, but about courage, empathy, and making sure no one gets left behind.

I’d love to hear YOUR thoughts! Did Kiaan’s actions inspire you? What would YOU do in a situation like this? Drop your comments—I’m all ears! 📝🤩

Until next time, keep being amazing! 💫