Ravi was always the quiet one. The kind of boy who sat in the back of the class, listened more than he spoke, and smiled even when no one smiled back. He never told his parents how, every day, that smile was stolen from him by the laughter of others.The bullying started small — a shove in the hallway, a mocking nickname, stolen pencils. But over time, it became routine. A part of school life he could not escape. He told himself it would stop one day. He told himself that being good, being patient, would win over cruelty.Then the