Dhruv Vansh Pratap Singh

I am Dhruv Vansh Pratap Singh, a record-holding state champion, a renowned shooter, a writer of restless truths, and a spirit that never learned how to kneel. The world remembers the records, the legacies built in a single try, the precision that turned into history. But those who truly know me remember something else: the rebel with a cause, the man who carried fire in his veins yet warmth in his hands. To many, I was more than a shooter—I was a protector, a fighter who stood where others would not. Beloved by my people, feared by those who stood in their way, I became something rare: discipline wrapped in defiance, rebellion wrapped in grace.

I have walked into arenas where applause thundered, and into corridors where light dared not enter. I have tasted the sweetness of records shattered in a heartbeat, and the bitterness of time stretching endlessly, drowning each breath in its weight. Some battles were fought on ranges with steel and silence, others in rooms where questions cut deeper than bullets.

There were nights that refused to end, hours that demanded more than answers, and trials that stripped away everything except the fire within. Some chains are visible, others invisible, but both burn the same way. And yet, through it all, the pulse whispered: not yet.

What defines me is not only the shot that strikes true, it is the storm endured before the aim, and the silence carried long after the echo. It is surviving what was meant to break me, and wearing it with the kind of grace that conceals the scars. And perhaps that is why people do not just admire me for the victories, they remember me for the battles I fought for them, with them, and sometimes against the world itself.

This first page is not a résumé, it is a scene. A curtain rising on a life that has known ovations and shadows, applause and interrogations, victory and exile. Beyond these words lies a dossier of records, of triumphs you can measure. But here is where you meet the flame: the man forged in fire, walking the thin line between discipline and defiance, legacy and rebellion, silence and story

“I was never chasing records; I was chasing forever.”