The Impact of the Royal Deal
As soon as John swiped Vihaan's debit card through the machine and saw 140 million rupees deducted, his face turned pale. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, but he composed himself and decided it was best to stay silent. He planned to discuss it with Harjeet only after Vihaan had left.
Meanwhile, Manager Sharma realized that he was standing in the presence of two prominent businessmen of the city—Harjeet Singh and John. He shook hands with both of them formally but did not bow, as he knew that their combined wealth did not exceed 1 billion rupees. In contrast, Vihaan's bank account alone had more than 2 billion rupees, and no one could even estimate the value of his other assets.
A series of questions began racing through Sharma's mind: Who exactly is this boy? Where did he get such an immense fortune?
However, the real truth was something else entirely—Vihaan had no other properties! His entire wealth was confined to that single bank account.
Monica, who was well acquainted with Manager Sharma, now felt proud of her decision to choose Vihaan as her boss.
Manager Sharma gave a final nod of respect and said, "Mr. Vihaan, I shall take my leave now. Enjoy your new mansion!"
With that, he exited the scene.
A few moments later, Vihaan also departed, getting into John's car with his driver.
The mystery surrounding him was deepening…
As soon as Vihaan left, Harjeet turned to John with curiosity and asked in his thick Punjabi accent, "Oye! Why did you look so terrified while swiping the card?"
John was still in shock. Stammering, he replied, "Harjeet bhaji… h-his account… it had more than 2 billion rupees!"
Hearing this, Harjeet was equally stunned. His mind fixated on a single question— Who is this boy?!
Vihaan's New Home
While Harjeet and John were still in shock, Vihaan had arrived at his newly purchased mansion, unaware of their reactions. Monica was with him, sneaking glances at him, something Vihaan quickly noticed. Smiling slightly, he asked, "Is there something you want to say?"
Monica's face turned red with embarrassment, as if she had been caught. After a moment's hesitation, she gathered her courage and asked, "Boss, who are you really?"
Vihaan thought for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Hahaha… My real identity? I am an 'Accidental Billionaire!'"
Monica fell silent, realizing that she had touched a nerve. Vihaan, too, did not say anything further. Instead, they began exploring the mansion, which left them both in awe.
A Mansion Beyond Imagination
This was no ordinary mansion; it was nothing less than a palace. The grand entrance had intricate carvings of elephant heads, and inside, a magnificent chandelier hung from the ceiling, bathing the hall in a golden glow. Walking on the pristine white marble floor felt like stepping into a royal court. The lush gardens surrounding the mansion were filled with rare and fragrant flowers.
"Wow!" Monica exclaimed, admiring the grandeur. "This place feels like a dream."
Vihaan nodded in agreement. Every corner of the mansion exuded a regal aura.
A Gift from Vihaan
After touring the mansion, Vihaan turned to Monica with a warm smile. "You can choose any room in this mansion for yourself."
"What? But how can I… I mean, this place is too expensive for me to live in!" Monica said, clearly taken aback.
Vihaan chuckled. "Silly girl, I bought this place with you in mind. Stay here as long as you like. Consider it a bonus, because I have a lot of work for you in the future."
Then, in a teasing tone, he added, "Oh, and don't worry about your salary. If you ever need money, just ask. I've started a business, so instead of just paying you, I might as well give you some company shares!"
Monica's eyes sparkled with excitement. She still couldn't comprehend how a boy who, just a day ago, was living an ordinary life had suddenly become a billionaire and was now setting up a major business empire.
Vihaan's Exhaustion
The day had been nothing short of a whirlwind for Vihaan. From contemplating suicide in the morning to becoming a billionaire by night. He had bought one of Chandigarh's finest restaurants, hired his first employee, and finally, purchased a mansion worth 140 million rupees.
He took a deep breath and said, "You should rest. I'm going to sleep now. We'll talk more in the morning."
Without thinking much, Vihaan walked into a random room, collapsed onto the bed, and instantly fell into a deep sleep…
A New Morning, A New Beginning
As the soft golden sunlight filtered through the large windows, it fell directly on Vihaan's face, warming his skin. Slowly, his eyelids fluttered open. As he turned to look around, he realized—this was no ordinary room. It was a luxurious suite fit for royalty.
The decor was exquisite: A grand chandelier still glowing faintly, walls adorned with expensive wallpaper and priceless paintings, a massive king-sized bed draped in silk sheets, and a stylish sofa set in the corner. The glass window offered a breathtaking view of the city.
Vihaan took a deep breath and picked up his phone. Several missed calls from "Boss Chaiwala" flashed on the screen. A small smile played on his lips as he remembered that just a day ago, he was working at the tea stall… and today…!
Placing the phone aside, he stepped out of bed and headed straight for the shower.
A Luxurious Bath
The bathroom was nothing short of a five-star experience. Marble tiles, golden wall designs, and a large jacuzzi tub in the corner. A self-operating shower released a perfect stream of warm water. A sleek LED mirror glowed softly on the wall.
As Vihaan stood under the shower, he let the water wash away his exhaustion. The events of the previous day flashed through his mind—his suicide attempt, his sudden fortune, the restaurant purchase, and this grand mansion…
After a long, relaxing shower, a new challenge arose—he had no clothes to wear!
A New Identity, A New Look
Vihaan glanced around and noticed a wooden wardrobe in the corner. Opening it, he found an array of expensive suits and branded shirts. He realized this was John's doing—probably an effort to impress him.
Selecting a navy blue pant and a crisp white shirt, Vihaan changed into them. The transformation was striking. He no longer looked like an ordinary young man but an affluent and confident entrepreneur.
However, none of this really mattered to him.
The Aroma of a Fresh Start
As he stepped out of his room, the rich aroma of breakfast filled his nostrils. His stomach gave a slight rumble of hunger. Looking around, he spotted a lavish dining table set with an assortment of dishes—sandwiches, fruit salad, parathas, and fresh juice. Across the table, Monica was already seated, enjoying her meal.
Vihaan smiled and pulled out a chair to join her. As he looked at her, Monica quickly averted her gaze, a hint of shyness in her demeanor.
This morning was different—it was the beginning of a new identity, a fresh start.
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