Chapter 4: Meeting Larry Page 

Three weeks after his iconic meeting with Bill Gates, Shivaraj had solidified his presence among the upper echelons of the tech and investment world. His reputation was spreading like wildfire—whispers of a mysterious billionaire investor with flawless instincts and impossible luck followed him in every boardroom and lounge. But Shivaraj wasn't done. He had his eyes on something bigger. Something that hadn't even officially been born yet.

"Schedule a meeting with Larry Page," Shivaraj said casually to his assistant one morning.

His assistant paused, confused. "Larry Page? The Stanford PhD student?"

"Yes," Shivaraj confirmed. "And Sergey Brin, too. I want to talk to them before they even think about founding Google. Reach out through Stanford's computer science faculty. Tell them Royal Investments (S) wants to hear about their research on web crawling and search engine indexing."

Within two days, the meeting was arranged at a quiet café near Stanford University. Larry and Sergey, curious and mildly amused, had agreed to meet the mysterious young investor who had stirred up Wall Street and recently made headlines for investing in Microsoft.

Shivaraj arrived in his signature style—three Rolls-Royces flanking him, elite robotic bodyguards discreetly stationed, and his all-rounder assistant trailing him with a sleek leather portfolio. At just 18 years old, Shivaraj's charisma and aura made him look like he belonged in a different era, one where power wasn't spoken—it was felt.

Inside the café, Larry Page was sipping on a latte while Sergey Brin scrolled through a printout of their recent PageRank research.

"That's him," Larry whispered, watching Shivaraj step in.

Sergey looked up and narrowed his eyes. "He looks more like a model than an investor."

When Shivaraj reached the table, both stood up.

"Mr. Shivaraj," Larry extended his hand. "Thank you for coming all the way here."

"The honor is mine," Shivaraj replied, his grip firm and posture calm. "I've been following your academic work. It's promising. Very promising."

They sat. The assistant placed the portfolio gently on the table and stepped back.

"You're working on a project currently called Backrub, correct?" Shivaraj began, addressing them directly.

Both Larry and Sergey blinked.

"Yes," Sergey admitted cautiously. "It's a prototype search engine we're developing using backlink analysis. We believe it could return better search results than existing models."

"I don't believe," Shivaraj said, leaning forward. "I know. You're going to change the internet. You'll create a search engine that becomes the foundation of digital life—advertising, email, mobile OS, browser dominance, AI development. That's where you're headed."

Larry looked skeptical but intrigued. "That's quite a claim. We haven't even formed a company yet."

"That's exactly why I'm here," Shivaraj said. "I want to invest in your future—before anyone else even notices."

He nodded to his assistant, who opened the portfolio and handed over a thick document labeled Project Google – Strategic 10-Year Plan (1995–2005).

Sergey's hands trembled slightly as he took it. "Google?"

"You'll rename it," Shivaraj said with a smile. "It will evolve into more than a search engine. Read page 3."

They flipped through the pages—projected algorithm advancements, cloud storage potential, Android acquisition, YouTube integration, advertising platforms like AdSense, and even future headquarters design.

Larry looked up, stunned. "How… how do you have all this?"

"It's not important. What matters is that I believe in your vision. I'm prepared to invest $1 billion through Royal Investments (S) for a 45% equity stake in your yet-to-be-formed company. I don't want control. I want to enable your success."

Sergey's jaw dropped. "One billion dollars? We haven't even written incorporation papers."

Shivaraj smiled. "Then I suggest you get started."

He leaned back in his chair as silence settled in.

Larry finally spoke. "We don't even know how much capital we need. We're still building in the Stanford servers."

"I'll provide you with a team—legal, marketing, infrastructure, and business development. You focus on the tech. Let me handle the rest," Shivaraj said.

The two PhD students exchanged glances. This wasn't just an investor. This was a partner offering them the future on a silver platter.

"Why us?" Sergey finally asked.

"Because in five years, the entire world will be searching through your engine. And I want to make sure you get there faster, smarter, and stronger."

Larry nodded slowly. "Alright. Let's make history."

Shivaraj extended his hand, and for the second time in one month, he set in motion another billion-dollar alliance that would change the course of history.