The construction site was a hive of frantic, organized chaos. For the first time in the history of the district, the fields were not the only source of bread. Mahesh had strategically diverted the labor force. The men who had once been landless laborers, drifting from farm to farm for a pittance, now found themselves with steady wages and a sense of purpose that transcended the plow.

Mahesh had implemented a relentless 24/7 schedule. Three shifts of men moved like clockwork under the harsh glare of industrial floodlights at night and the scorching sun by day. He didn't just want a factory; he wanted a monument to his new order, and he wanted it immediately. The men who worked there were those who had accepted the "Decree"—men who had looked at the hollow eyes of their hungry children and realized that their pride was a poor substitute for grain.