Royal Palace

The Impact of the Royal Deal

As soon as John swiped Vihaan's debit card through the machine and a staggering 140 million rupees were deducted, his face turned pale. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he controlled himself and chose to remain silent. He decided it was best to discuss this matter with Harjeet only after Vihaan had left.

Meanwhile, Manager Sharma suddenly realized that the two prominent businessmen of the city, Harjeet Singh and John, were standing right before him. He formally shook hands with both of them but did not bow down, knowing that their combined wealth did not exceed 1 billion rupees. In contrast, Vihaan's bank account alone held more than 2 billion rupees, and no one could even fathom the extent of his other assets.

A storm of questions raged in Manager Sharma's mind—"Who is this young man? Where did he get such a fortune?"

But the reality was something else entirely... Vihaan owned no other properties or investments! His entire fortune was confined to that single bank account.

Monica, who was well-acquainted with Manager Sharma, now felt an overwhelming sense of pride in her decision. She had chosen the right person to be her boss.

Manager Sharma took one final respectful bow and said, "Mr. Vihaan, I shall take my leave now. Enjoy your new bungalow!"

With that, he walked away.

A few moments later, Vihaan also departed, getting into John's car along with his driver.

The mystery surrounding Vihaan deepened…

As soon as Vihaan left, Harjeet looked at John with curiosity and, in his thick Punjabi accent, asked, "Oi! Why did you look so terrified when you swiped the card?"

John, still in shock, stammered, "Harjeet Bhaji… h-his account… it had more than 2 billion rupees!"

Harjeet's eyes widened in disbelief. His mind fixated on a single question—"Who exactly is this guy?!"

Vihaan's New Abode

While Harjeet and John were still struggling to process the shocking revelation, Vihaan had already arrived at his new bungalow. Monica was with him, sneaking glances at him from time to time. Vihaan noticed it and, with a slight smile, asked, "Is there something you want to say?"

Monica's face flushed with embarrassment, as if she had been caught red-handed. After a brief pause, she gathered the courage to ask, "Boss, who are you really?"

Vihaan pondered for a moment before laughing heartily. "Hahaha… My real identity? I'm just an 'Accidental Billionaire!'"

Monica fell silent after hearing his words, and Vihaan did not elaborate further. Instead, as they began inspecting the bungalow, they were both left stunned by its grandeur.

The Beauty of the Bungalow

This was no ordinary house—it was nothing short of a royal palace. The grand entrance featured intricate carvings of elephant heads. A magnificent chandelier hung in the center of the vast hall, casting a golden glow across the marble floors. Walking across the pristine white marble gave the feeling of stepping into a royal court. Surrounding the bungalow were lush green gardens, filled with rare and fragrant flowers.

"Wow!" Monica exclaimed in awe, taking in the opulence. "This place is like a dream."

Vihaan nodded in agreement. Every corner of the bungalow exuded a regal aura.

A Gift from Vihaan

After thoroughly exploring the place, Vihaan turned to Monica with a smile and said, "You can pick any room you like in this bungalow."

"What? But… how can I live in such a luxurious place?" Monica was taken aback.

Vihaan looked at her in amusement and chuckled. "Silly girl, I bought this house with you in mind. Stay as long as you want. Consider this a bonus, because I have a lot of work planned for you."

Then, in a playful tone, he added, "And don't worry about your salary. Ask me for as much as you need—no hesitation. Now that I've started my business, I might even give you some company shares instead of a salary!"

Monica's eyes sparkled with excitement. She still couldn't wrap her head around how a guy who had been living a simple life just the day before had suddenly become a billionaire and was now building an empire.

Vihaan's Exhaustion

The day had been nothing short of a rollercoaster ride for Vihaan. In the morning, he had been on the verge of ending his life, and by nightfall, he had become a billionaire. He had acquired one of Chandigarh's most prestigious restaurants, hired his first employee, and finally purchased a 140-million-rupee bungalow.

Taking a deep breath, he turned to Monica and said, "You should get some rest. I'm going to do the same. We'll talk more in the morning."

With that, Vihaan walked into a random bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, immediately drifting into a deep sleep.

The Morning Begins

The soft golden rays of the morning sun streamed through the large window, gently illuminating Vihaan's face. The warmth of the sunlight made him stir, and he slowly opened his eyes. As he glanced around, he suddenly remembered—he was no longer in an ordinary place but in a grand and opulent room.

The Room's Decor: The bedroom was nothing less than a royal chamber. A grand chandelier still cast a faint glow from the ceiling. The walls were adorned with luxurious wallpaper and expensive paintings. A massive glass window offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline. In the center of the room stood a king-sized bed draped in silk sheets. A stylish sofa set occupied one corner, along with a sleek glass coffee table.

Taking a deep breath, Vihaan picked up his phone. The screen showed multiple missed calls from 'Boss Chai Wala.' Seeing this, a strange smile appeared on his lips. It reminded him that just yesterday, he had been working at that very tea stall, and today…

He placed the phone aside and stepped out of the room, heading straight for a refreshing shower.

The Lavish Bathroom

The bathroom resembled a five-star hotel's spa. Marble tiles covered the floor, golden patterns adorned the walls, and a luxurious Jacuzzi tub sat in one corner. A self-operated shower released a stream of warm water. On the wall, an LED mirror emitted a soft glow. Every aspect of it was extravagant and refined.

Standing under the cascading water, Vihaan took a deep breath. The coolness of the water washed away his exhaustion. His mind replayed the events of the previous day—his attempt at suicide, his sudden rise to fortune, purchasing a restaurant, and finally, acquiring this grand mansion.

A while later, as he stepped out of the bathroom, a new challenge presented itself—he had no clothes to wear!

A New Identity, A New Look

Vihaan glanced around and then opened a wooden wardrobe in the corner. Inside, he found an array of expensive suits and branded outfits. He realized that this was probably John's way of impressing him.

He picked a deep blue pair of trousers and a crisp white shirt, slipping into them effortlessly. Now, he looked entirely different—confident, wealthy, and charismatic. However, none of this truly mattered to him.

The Scent of a New Beginning

As Vihaan stepped out of the room, the rich aroma of delicious food wafted through the air. His stomach growled slightly. Looking towards the dining area, he saw an elaborate breakfast spread—sandwiches, fruit salad, parathas, and fresh juice. Monica was already seated, calmly enjoying her meal.

Vihaan smiled, pulled out a chair, and sat down. He glanced at Monica, who was trying to steal a look at him without being too obvious.

This morning was different—a new identity, a fresh beginning.