The End of a Life, the Birth of a Legacy

Krishna Ghoswami had once envisioned a life of success. A self-made man, he had built his career in finance, understanding market movements like a chessboard, predicting trends with sharp precision. But none of that mattered anymore.

Now, he lay in a sterile hospital room in Mumbai, his body frail, ravaged by stage-four cancer.

The soft beeping of the heart monitor echoed in the silent room, a grim reminder that his time was slipping away. Outside, the city carried on, oblivious to the man who had spent his life trying to outmaneuver fate—only to be defeated by something he could never control.

His breath grew shallow. His vision blurred.

"Is this the end?"

Memories of his 35 years flickered through his mind—his childhood, his struggles, his dreams. His regrets.

The beeping slowed.

Then—darkness.

But instead of the eternal silence he had expected, something else happened.

A strange warmth surged through his body, pushing away the cold grip of death. His limbs tingled as if awakening from a long slumber.

And then—light.

Krishna's eyes snapped open.

He wasn't in a hospital anymore.

Above him, an enormous domed ceiling stretched high, decorated with intricate golden carvings and dazzling chandeliers of pure crystal. Warm candlelight flickered across the polished marble floors, casting soft shadows.

He sat up, feeling an unfamiliar strength in his limbs. The frailty, the pain—it was gone.

His eyes darted to a mirror at the far end of the chamber.

The reflection staring back at him wasn't the Krishna Ghoswami he remembered.

This man had sharp, noble features, long dark hair, and a body radiating youth and power. His regal clothes—embroidered with golden insignias—spoke of royalty.

Then, like a floodgate bursting open, memories rushed into his mind.

Memories that weren't his.

A grand empire. A powerful father. A long and noble lineage.

A name.

Krishna Deva Raya.

This world was eerily similar to Earth.

The same continents. The same history. The same global powers.

But one major difference stood out—

The Vijayanagara Empire had never fallen.

In his past life, the empire had been lost in the 16th century. But in this alternate reality, it had thrived, growing into the second-largest country in South Asia, an economic and slightly military powerfull country.

A founding member of the UN, WHO, SAARC, WTO, and other international bodies, Vijayanagara controlled vast territories, spanning:

• Karnataka

• Andhra Pradesh

• Tamil Nadu

• Kerala

• Goa

• Telangana

• Lakshadweep Islands

• Andaman and Nicobar Islands

With a 94% Hindu majority and a 4% Buddhist population, the empire maintained its deep cultural roots, enforcing strict policies against foreign religious influences. Non-Hindu religious movements were banned. The Royal Family, being devout followers of Hindu traditions, had preserved the empire's spiritual and political integrity for centuries.

At the helm of this mighty nation was his father—Shriranga Deva Raya—a ruler who held both absolute executive and judicial power, leading the Royal Council with unchallenged authority.

His mother, Fulmati Deva Raya, was the daughter of a legendary general who had fought alongside his grandfather, securing the empire's continued dominance.

And now, he—Krishna Deva Raya—was its first heir.

But deep inside, he was still Krishna Ghoswami, a man from another world.

And with this knowledge, his destiny had changed forever.

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Before his transmigration, the original Krishna Deva Raya had been studying in New Delhi, his royal identity hidden from the world.

It was an unspoken tradition—the crown prince had to live as an ordinary citizen, experiencing life beyond the palace walls before eventually ascending to power.

For the past four years, he had blended in among India's elite, pursuing an education while secretly preparing for his future rule.

But now, he was different.

Krishna Ghoswami—the man from 2025—knew what was coming.

He knew about the 2008 financial crisis.

He knew which companies would rise and which would fall.

He knew the future of technology, finance, and global markets.

And he planned to use that knowledge to reshape his empire's destiny.

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Sitting across from his father in the Royal Court, Krishna made his request.

"You want to invest?" Shriranga Deva Raya asked, his voice filled with intrigue.

Krishna nodded. "Yes, Papa."

"How much do you require?"

Krishna didn't hesitate.

"$100 million."

A murmur spread through the ministers seated in the grand hall. Some exchanged skeptical glances, whispering among themselves.

His father, however, simply studied him for a long moment.

Then—he smiled.

"Very well."

With a wave of his hand, he signaled the Royal Investment Bureau to release the funds.

And just like that, Krishna had taken his first step toward building an empire of wealth.

With his $100 million war chest, Krishna established Oasis Capital, a private equity firm based in New Delhi.

Using his knowledge of future market trends, he made calculated investments:

• He predicted the 2007 real estate crash and strategically bought distressed assets.

• He shorted the U.S. market from 2007 to 2009, profiting off the mortgage crisis.

• His initial investment of $100 million skyrocketed to $2.5 billion.

By 2009, Oasis Capital had expanded its reach, holding stakes in major Indian corporations like:

• Reliance Industries

• Adani Group

• Tata Group subsidiaries

• State Bank of India (SBI)

He even acquired 45% ownership in Twitter, anticipating its rise as a global platform for tourism and economic promotion.

With every move, his wealth multiplied.

From $2.5 billion to $26 billion—and growing.

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As his time in New Delhi came to an end, Krishna faced a farewell conversation with his closest friends.

Among them was Smriti, his girlfriend, who had long sensed that he was hiding something.

"Krishna," she asked softly, "who are you really?"

He smiled but didn't answer. Instead, he gently held her hand.

"I'll tell you when I make my mark on the world."

She hesitated, then smiled. "Then I'll wait for you."

With those final words, he boarded a Royal Vijaya Airlines flight, bound for Vellore—the capital of Vijayanagara.

As his plane landed, a massive crowd had gathered at Vellore International Airport. Thousands of citizens lined the streets, waving flags, chanting his name.

Stepping into the royal motorcade, he felt the weight of their expectations.

He was no longer just a hidden prince.

He was a future ruler.

And he was ready to change history.

To be continued…