When the city slept, Rohan was awake.

He was barely nineteen, thin as a wire, with dust on his shirt and dreams in his eyes. Every morning he lifted sacks at a construction site, unloaded trucks, or did any labour work he could find. Whatever he earned went straight to the small one room house he shared with his old mother, father, and two younger sisters.

Some nights he earned nothing.

On those nights, he would quietly drink water, lie down on the floor, and let his stomach burn. His mother would ask, “Beta, khana kha liya?” and he would smile and say, “Haan Maa, main toh pehle hi kha chuka.” Then he would close his eyes and make a promise to himself again:

“One day, my sisters will study in big colleges. One day, my parents will not worry about ration. One day, I will break this circle.”

But how?

Rohan loved books. Whenever he passed a small book shop on the corner of the market, he would stop for two seconds and look at the colorful covers. English novels, coding books, inspirational stories. For everyone else, they were just products. For him, they were doors to another life.

One day, with courage in his heart and fear in his legs, he walked into that book shop.

“Namaste, bhaiya,” he said to the owner, an elderly man with glasses and kind eyes. “Mujhe naukri chahiye. Main dukan saaf karunga, samaan uthaoonga, jo bolo karunga… bas ek request hai.”

“Request?” the owner asked, surprised.

“Jab dukan khaali ho, mujhe thodi der ke liye kitab padhne dena.”

The owner looked at him for a long moment, saw the sincerity, and nodded. “Theek hai. Kaam achchhe se karo. Kitab bhi padh lena.”

And just like that, Rohan’s life changed.

Now his days were full. He worked at the shop, arranged books, managed customers, and in between, he read. First slowly, then faster. At night, he practiced English in front of a cracked mirror.

• Good morning sir, how can I help you?
• Welcome to our store.
• Thank you for your purchase.

Customers laughed sometimes at his accent, but he did not stop. The owner started guiding him.

“This is not just a book,” the old man would say, tapping a cover. “This is someone’s lifetime knowledge. Respect it.”

One afternoon, a school student came and asked, “Uncle, do you have books on coding? Vibe coding? AI?”

The owner looked confused. Rohan quickly stepped in, “Sir, I will find something similar for you.” That small question stayed in his mind. That night, he searched on a friend’s phone:

A new world opened.

1. What is Vibe coding?
2. What is AI work?

He learnt that coding and AI could automate tasks, build websites, create digital stores. He began reading beginner programming books, watching tutorials in broken internet sessions, and slowly words like variables, functions, automation, workflows started making sense.

Months passed. Rohan was no longer just a boy at the book shop. He was the boy who could speak basic English, understand coding logic, and explain AI in simple language.

But inside him, one more dream had started to grow.

If I can learn this… why cannot I start my own business? Why cannot I automate shops like this? Why cannot I give my sisters a better life with my mind, not just my muscles?

One evening, after closing the shop, he gathered three of his friends who were also from humble backgrounds but had big dreams.

One was good with design.
One was good with numbers.
One had a natural talent for talking to people.

“Listen,” Rohan said, his eyes shining, “we will start our own automation business. We will build websites, create online stores, design small systems for shops like this. We will use AI and vibe coding to do faster work. Small businesses are going online. We will help them.”

“Business?” one friend laughed. “We do not even have a proper table, bhai.”

“Table bhi mil jaayega,” Rohan said. “Sapna pehle banta hai. Office baad mein.”

They spread the word, and finally a kind garage owner agreed to give them his old car garage as a small office. The space was dusty, the walls were cracked, but to them it felt like a glass cabin in a tech park.

The owner even gave them his old tables and chairs for free.

“Bas mehnat karo,” he said. “Baaki sab ho jaayega.”

The boys cleaned the garage together, fixed a small fan, and made a hand painted board:

“DreamFlow Automation – AI, Vibe Coding, and Business Solutions.”

There was just one big problem.

They had no high end laptops. No workstation. And without those, AI tools and vibe coding would be painfully slow or simply not work.

Then a miracle happened.

One day, the book shop owner called Rohan. “Beta, I am proud of you. I heard you started a business. My shop is old style, but today’s world is online. Can you automate my shop? Make an ecommerce website for my books and set up some system that sends updates to customers?”

Rohan’s heart jumped. “Yes, sir. I can.”

“But,” the owner continued honestly, “I cannot give any advance. I am also managing costs. I will pay you commission on every online sale. As the shop earns, you will earn.”

It was opportunity plus risk in one package.

Rohan went back to the garage and shared the news. Everyone was excited. “This is our first big project!” But when they sat down and calculated, reality hit.

They needed at least one powerful workstation plus two good laptops.

First they went to a branded showroom. The prices almost knocked the air out of their lungs. The amount for just one high end laptop was more than their entire savings.

“Sir, itna mehenga kyun hai?” Rohan asked politely.

High performance, latest processor, more RAM, SSD, all this has a cost, the salesman replied.

They walked out quietly.

Someone told them, “Go to the second hand market. Old laptops mil jaayenge saste mein.”

They went. The prices were lower, but still, if they bought these machines, they would have no money left for garage rent, electricity, or internet. And what if the second hand laptops failed in the middle of the project?

That night in the garage, the mood was heavy.

1. If we buy laptops, we cannot pay rent.
2. If we pay rent, we cannot buy laptops.
3. If we do nothing, we lose the project.

For two or three days, they tried to think of solutions. They skipped tea, cut down on food, stretched every rupee. Finally, with tears in his eyes, Rohan said:

“Friends, maybe this dream is bigger than us right now. We cannot cheat the garage owner. We cannot keep the keys if we cannot pay. Tomorrow, we will return the keys and go back to finding jobs. At least we tried.”

The next morning, they went to the garage owner.

“Uncle,” Rohan said softly, placing the keys in his hand, “we tried, but we cannot continue. We do not have enough money to buy laptops and workstations. Without them, we cannot do AI work or vibe coding. We will not be able to pay your rent. I am sorry.”

The garage owner looked at the keys, then at their faces. He could see the mix of shame, sadness, and stubborn hope.

“Tell me everything,” he said. “From the beginning.”

They told him about the book shop, the automation project, the crazy laptop prices, the second hand market, and their fear of losing everything.

The old man listened silently.

Then, suddenly, he smiled.

“You boys are ready to give up so soon?” he asked gently. “Your problem is not machines. Your problem is thinking that you must buy everything.”

He walked to his small office corner, took out his phone, and said, “There is a company that helped me when my daughter needed a laptop for her studies. Their name is AAA Rental LLP, and their brand is IndianRenters. They provide laptops and workstations on rent.”

“On rent?” Rohan repeated, eyes widening.

“Yes,” the owner said. “You do not need to buy. You can rent high end laptops and even powerful workstations. Monthly rent, flexible plans. When my daughter had her engineering project, we took a laptop on rent from them. Their quality was excellent, their service quick, and their nature very helpful.”

He opened the browser and typed https://indianrenters.com

“Go to their website,” he said. “Check their product specifications, see the laptop on rent page. There you will find their contact details and a requirement form. Fill it honestly. You will get a phone call from an IndianRenters representative. Talk to them. Tell them your real situation and your business plan.”

He placed the keys back into Rohan’s hand.

“Pehle IndianRenters se baat karo. If you still feel you have no solution, then come back and return these keys. Until then, this garage is not going anywhere.”

Hope rushed back into the boys’ hearts like cool air on a summer day.

They did not waste a single minute.

They ran to the nearest cyber café, logged in to a computer, and typed: http://indianrenters.com

They clicked on the laptop section, checked configurations, saw options for workstations, and read about rental plans. For the first time, high performance machines did not look impossible.

“This is exactly what we need,” one friend whispered.

They filled the requirement form with careful details:
Small startup, automation and vibe coding, need laptops and one workstation, working on a book shop ecommerce project, limited budget, but serious about work.

Within a short time, they received a call.

“Hello, this is IndianRenters. How can we help you?” a warm voice said.

Rohan took the call, his hands shaking slightly. He told them everything. About his family, the garage, the project, and how they wanted to build something real but could not afford to buy machines.

The representative listened patiently and said, “Do not worry. This is exactly why we exist. We will suggest configurations that fit your work and your budget. You can start with rental, and as your business grows, you can upgrade your machines. Our team will also help with delivery and setup.”

The next day, something magical happened.

Two sleek laptops and one powerful workstation were delivered to the garage.

Rohan touched the keyboard like he was touching a dream.

He looked up and said softly, “Thank you, God. Thank you, IndianRenters. Thank you, everyone who believed in us.”

The boys got to work.

They turned their small garage into a mini tech lab. With the help of the rented workstation, AI tools ran smoothly. Vibe coding became faster. They built an ecommerce website for the book shop, automated order notifications, set up inventory alerts, and even created a simple dashboard for the owner to track sales.

Whenever they were stuck, Rohan would call the IndianRenters team.

Sir, this is our use case. We need to run heavier AI models now.
Can we add more RAM?
Can we upgrade to a better GPU next month?

The reply was always calm and supportive.

“Of course. That is the benefit of renting. You can scale up or down as your project needs change.”

In just twenty days, they completed the entire setup.

The book shop went online. Books that had gathered dust on shelves were now visible to people across the city. Within the first one hour of launch, they got their first online order.

The owner called Rohan, voice shaking with emotion.

“Beta, we sold our first book online. You did it.”

Rohan looked around the garage at his friends, at the laptops from IndianRenters, at the workstation humming quietly in the corner, and at the keys still safely in his pocket.

This was no longer just a garage.

This was the starting point of a new life.

That night, before sleeping, Rohan wrote in his small notebook:

– We started with zero.
– We got an opportunity.
– We found a partner who believed in our dreams and gave us technology on rent when we could not buy it.
– Now the real journey begins.

Will Rohan and his friends build a big automation company?
Will IndianRenters continue to support them as they grow?
Will his sisters get the education he always dreamed of?

Wait for Part Two.
Either they succeed, or they fail, but one thing is sure…

They will never stop trying.