The Game of Fate
Vihaan downloaded the international Bitcoin app with teary eyes and trembling hands. His heart was racing. With shaky fingers, he entered his mobile number and logged in.
For a few seconds, the screen kept loading, and then...
"Wallet Balance: ₹221,00,00,000"
Vihaan's eyes widened in shock.
"221 crores…!!"
He quickly pulled the phone closer to his face, checked the screen again, logged out, and logged back in...
The amount remained the same.
"Is... is this real?" He splashed water on his face. But no, this was no dream.
The Bitcoin he had purchased five years ago for ₹1100 had now turned into ₹221 crores!
His head started spinning.
He mumbled to himself—"I... I'm a billionaire now!"
He laughed loudly, then suddenly broke into tears... a mix of joy, disbelief, and amazement flowed from his eyes.
"Now the world will see that even a poor orphan's time comes!"
(What will happen next? Will Vihaan reveal his identity to the world or keep his wealth a secret for a special purpose?)
Chapter 9: The Real Game Begins
Vihaan composed himself and then carefully looked at the mobile screen. His heartbeat was still fast, but now his face showed confidence instead of panic.
He immediately linked his bank account to the Bitcoin app and converted the entire amount from Bitcoin to rupees, transferring it into his account.
Within seconds...
"SMS Received: Your account has been credited with ₹221,00,00,000"
"221 crores!"
Vihaan's eyes sparkled with happiness. There was a slight smile on his lips, but behind that smile, a deep thought was brewing.
He laughed, remembering all the people who had looked down on him. Those classmates who mocked his poverty... Those people who taunted him for wearing torn clothes... And most importantly – Rishabh and Naina!
"Let's see now who looks down on whom!"
He had made up his mind—his first step would be to go to the bank and withdraw some cash to hold in his hands. He still couldn't fully believe this reality until he saw real money with his own eyes.
"Now, the real game begins!"
(What will happen next? What will Vihaan do at the bank? What will be his first move?)
Chapter 10: The Journey of a New Beginning
Vihaan checked his pocket...
Just a ₹100 note!
He took a deep breath. He was now a billionaire, but his pocket held only ₹100.
He remembered that he had left his bicycle at college. Walking home was out of the question, so he hailed an auto.
"Where to, brother?" the auto driver asked.
"Take me to the colony near the bus stand," Vihaan replied and sat in the back.
(A journey from Zeel to home)
As the auto passed by Zeel Lake, Vihaan cast a deep glance at it. Just a few hours ago, this was the place where he was about to end his life.
"Sometimes, God pulls you down only to lift you higher," he thought to himself and couldn't help but smile.
As the auto moved through the streets of Chandigarh, it finally reached a small neighborhood. Narrow lanes, old buildings, and tiny houses... this was his world.
Reaching home, he opened his worn-out cupboard and took out his old bank passbook.
"This is no longer just an ordinary passbook… it's proof of the biggest victory of my life!" He smiled while looking at it and then stepped out of his house.
Now, the bank was his destination!
"Auto!" he called out and got into another auto. Soon, he stood in front of a grand building.
He looked up—
"CITY BANK OF CHANDIGARH"
The golden letters gleamed in the bright lights.
Vihaan took a deep breath… the real story was about to begin!
(What next? Will Vihaan be able to withdraw crores of rupees from the bank? Or will there be a new twist?)
Vihaan stood at the bank gate, looking around. Outside, luxury cars like BMWs, Mercedes, and Audis were parked. Seeing them, a smile spread across his face. He thought to himself, "Soon, I'll be riding in these cars too... Yes, yes, yes!" He laughed, talking to himself and confidently walked toward the bank entrance.
As he reached the gate, the security guard stopped him. The guard's eyes lingered on Vihaan's torn shirt and worn-out shoes. He couldn't believe that someone like this had any business in such a grand bank. Looking at him suspiciously, the guard said, "Hey! Where do you think you're going? What business do you have here?"
Vihaan didn't like the guard's attitude. In a firm voice, he said, "I'm here to withdraw money! Is this how you treat bank customers?"
The guard laughed, "Withdraw money? People like you come here to beg, got it? Now get lost!"
Furious, Vihaan pulled out his bank passbook and waved it in front of the guard, "Look closely! I am a customer of this bank. Now, will you let me in, or should I complain to the bank manager?"
Seeing the passbook, the guard's face fell. Embarrassed, he quickly stepped aside and said, "Sorry, sir, you may go in."
Vihaan lifted his head high and walked in. The bank's atmosphere pleased him. A mild fragrance filled the air, cool AC breeze surrounded him, and people were calmly engaged in their work. He smiled as he looked around and moved toward the counter.
Chaos in the Bank
As Vihaan walked toward the voucher counter to collect a withdrawal slip, a bank attendant bumped into him. Already irritated by her delayed salary, she immediately started a barrage of taunts after seeing someone in tattered clothes inside the bank.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" she asked suspiciously.
Vihaan answered her questions calmly, but the attendant wasn't ready to let it go. When he tried to ignore her and move forward, she created a scene—
"Hey! This boy is poor; he must have no money in his account. Yet, he's here to withdraw cash! Security, catch him!"
Hearing this, a crowd gathered. The same security guard, who was already suspicious of Vihaan, rushed over and, without thinking, pointed a gun at Vihaan's forehead!
Vihaan's heart thumped, his mind spinning. He couldn't understand why this was happening to him. The guard frisked him but found no weapon or anything suspicious. But by then, the commotion in the bank had escalated.
Hearing the noise, the bank manager stepped out. A strict but honest man, he immediately asked in a firm voice, "What's going on here?"
The same irritated bank attendant stepped forward and exaggerated the story—
"Sir, this boy has come to create trouble! He looks very poor; what if he's a thief or a fraud? I saw him wandering inside the bank suspiciously. When I asked why he was here, he claimed he was here to withdraw money! Imagine, a beggar withdrawing money from a bank!"
The manager looked at the security guard, who nodded in agreement. "Sir, I also found him suspicious. When I saw him entering, I felt he might cause trouble."
"Bullshit!" Vihaan suddenly shouted, his voice echoing.
"I'm no criminal! I came here for my own money. This bank belongs to you, but the account is mine! Is this how customers are treated?"
Just then, a familiar voice chimed in—
"Sir, don't believe him! He works at a tea shop!"
Vihaan turned around and saw the same guy who often mocked him at the tea stall.
The bank manager was skeptical but glanced at Vihaan's passbook, which he was clutching tightly.
"If he has a passbook, he might actually be a customer," the manager said.
After a pause, he added, "Alright, if his account has no money, I'll personally call the police!"
Vihaan took a deep breath. He had faith in himself. Looking straight at the manager, he calmly said—
"Go ahead, check it."
Now, the truth was about to be revealed.