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Rebirth? Time travel? How was this even possible? Yet, deep down, something in him whispered that it was real. He could feel it.

“Why me?” he asked finally. “Why send me back?”

“Because destiny is fluid,” the goddess said. “And because I wish to grant you a gift—a reward for your sacrifice. You may choose three wishes, within reason. I cannot grant you divine powers, nor can I change the fundamental nature of the world. But I can grant you skills, knowledge, or abilities that will aid you in your new life.”

Reborn: Rise Of Indian Businessman

The morning sun cast a golden hue over Mumbai, illuminating the bustling streets as the city awoke to another day. Vendors set up their carts, rickshaws rattled over uneven roads, and the distant sound of temple bells blended with the honking of taxis.

Inside the Mehta household, however, the air was thick with something unspoken.

Dinesh sat in his study, his fingers tapping lightly against his wooden desk. In front of him lay an envelope—a carefully sealed letter containing his next move.

He was a man of reason. He had built his life on logic and hard work.

But Arjun's recent behavior had shaken something within him.

"No one changes overnight. No one predicts the market with certainty. No one walks through life like they already know the path."

And if his son wouldn't tell him the truth, he would uncover it himself.

Meanwhile, at Dalal Street, Arjun walked confidently through the crowded alley leading to Ramesh Shah's brokerage firm.

The energy was different today—more eyes on him, more whispers in the corners.

An 18-year-old stepping into the market and making all the right moves? It wasn't something easily ignored.

As he entered the office, Ramesh leaned back in his chair, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"You've made people curious, kid," he said, pushing a newspaper towards Arjun.

Arjun glanced at the business section.

"Young Investor's Unusual Success Raises Eyebrows in Dalal Street."

Vinod Chacha, sitting beside him, frowned. "This kind of attention isn't good, beta."

Arjun nodded. "It was going to happen sooner or later."

Ramesh raised an eyebrow. "You don't seem worried."

Arjun leaned forward, resting his hands on the desk. "Because I know what's coming next."

Across town, in the St. Xavier's College library, Nisha sat with her notes spread before her.

Her eyes darted between scribbled observations—dates, locations, conversations.

Meera sat across from her, arms crossed. "You're obsessed."

Nisha didn't argue. "Because something isn't right."

Meera sighed. "So what's the plan?"

Nisha tapped her pencil against her notebook.

"I need to get closer to him. I need to make him trust me."

Meera frowned. "And what if you don't like what you find?"

Nisha hesitated. Then, with quiet certainty, she said:

That evening, as Arjun returned home, he immediately sensed the shift.

His father was waiting in the living room, a calm yet unreadable expression on his face.

Madhavi stood near the kitchen, her movements slower than usual—as if she was anticipating something.

Arjun sat down. "You wanted to talk, Baba?"

Dinesh nodded, passing him an envelope.

Arjun took it, carefully opening it. Inside was a letter of recommendation for a job interview at a well-known investment firm.

Arjun kept his expression neutral. "You want me to work here?"

Dinesh folded his arms. "You claim to know business. Let's see how you do in the real world."

Madhavi intervened gently. "Dinesh, is this necessary?"

Dinesh's voice was firm. "Yes." He turned back to Arjun. "I want you to prove yourself. Not in some brokerage office under an old friend, but in a place where no one knows you. Let's see if you can impress them."

He had expected something like this.

"Baba wants answers. Let's give him some."

Dinesh's eyes narrowed, as if he had been hoping for resistance.

Shadows of Doubt