Chapter 7 – A Vision Beyond Time

A week had passed since the headlines rocked the financial world:

"Mystery Billionaire Acquires Majority Stake in Apple!"

"Who is Shivraj? The 18-Year-Old Controlling the Future of Tech?"

Speculation was rife. While some dismissed it as a publicity stunt, insiders knew it was real. Very real.

And Shivraj wasn't done.

Today, he had a personal meeting set with Steve Jobs, Apple's co-founder. A brilliant mind, Steve had been pushed out of Apple in 1985. Shivraj knew the real genius of Apple wasn't in its current board, but in the man who once envisioned a computer for the rest of us.

Silicon Valley – 1995

Inside a quiet and stylish private conference room in Palo Alto, Steve Jobs entered, wearing his signature black turtleneck and jeans, with a slightly skeptical expression. He had met many rich investors before, but none had ever asked for a private meeting to "talk about the future."

The door opened.

Shivraj stepped in—dressed sharply in a deep blue tailored suit. His aura was calm but overpowering. His piercing blue eyes met Steve's. For a moment, there was silence.

Steve spoke first, "So… you're the guy who bought Apple?"

Shivraj smiled and extended a hand. "Yes. But that's not what I'm most proud of."

Steve raised an eyebrow. "Then what are you?"

"I'm the guy who believes in your vision more than Apple ever did."

Steve didn't expect that.

Over the next hour, they sat across from each other as Shivraj began speaking—not like a businessman—but like a prophet of the digital age.

He spoke of smartphones: devices that would not just make calls but browse the internet, send emails, run apps, stream music, take high-definition pictures, manage finances, and become an essential part of everyday life.

Steve's eyes widened. "You're saying… a phone that replaces a computer? An iPod, a camera, and a communication device—all in one?"

Shivraj nodded. "Yes. And more."

He placed a file on the table. Steve opened it slowly. What he saw stunned him.

Design schematics, UI sketches, feature documentation—some handwritten, some printed. All years ahead of their time.

Shivraj leaned in. "This… is a ten-year development roadmap. Not just for Apple's comeback. But for its rise to becoming the most valuable company on the planet."

Steve was speechless. Then Shivraj added, "I have also acquired a series of technologies from R&D startups in Japan, Germany, and Israel—touchscreen capacitive displays, lithium-ion battery improvements, compression algorithms for media, and microprocessor designs. All waiting to be assembled into one device."

The Offer

"You're not just here to impress me, are you?" Steve finally said.

"No," Shivraj replied. "I want you to lead Apple again. Not as a hired executive. But as a visionary CEO with control."

Steve narrowed his eyes. "You want me to go back to Apple?"

"I've already transferred over 90% voting power to myself through board acquisitions. The current board will be dissolved. Apple needs someone who can see the future. And you are that person."

Shivraj slid a folder forward. Inside it was a CEO appointment letter, a 10-year development contract, and a share certificate.

"45% equity in Apple," Shivraj said. "As your salary. Dividends will be structured to reward progress milestones. If you build what we discussed… you will not just be rich—you'll be remembered forever."

Steve stared at the documents in disbelief.

"You're serious."

"I don't joke about the future," Shivraj replied calmly.

Alone in the room after Shivraj stepped out for a call, Steve walked to the window.

The weight of opportunity pressed into his chest.

He had been burned before. Cast out. Undermined. Forgotten by the company he built.

Yet here was this teenager—this strange, powerful, billionaire visionary—restoring his legacy, offering more than just a position.

He was offering destiny.

Steve ran his hand along the schematic for what Shivraj called the "iPhone" and shook his head in wonder.

"I've never seen anything like this," he whispered.

When Shivraj returned, Steve extended his hand. "Let's make history."

That same night, rumors began to swirl.

"Steve Jobs returns to Apple?"

"Apple under new visionary leadership?"

"Who is this Shivraj, and what does he want?"

Wall Street analysts were baffled. Apple stock, previously stagnant, began to skyrocket in after-hours trading. Insiders speculated massive internal changes. Tech blogs, still in their infancy, lit up with curiosity.

And Shivraj? He was no longer a ghost in the shadows.

TV networks picked up the story. Financial Times, The Wall Street Journal, and Forbes released special features titled:

"The Teen Titan Behind the Apple Revolution"

"Shivraj – The Young Architect of the Future"

His face graced the covers of magazines. His name dominated boardrooms. Everyone wanted to know who he was, what he knew, and what he was planning next.

Shivraj had become a global sensation.

Not for a scandal.

Not for a gimmick.

But for a vision.

For giving Steve Jobs his place back. For bringing back hope to Apple. For seeing a world no one else could even imagine yet.

In the tech industry, venture capital firms began calling him "The Prophet." University students put his quotes on dorm room posters. Professors taught his moves in business case studies.

That night, walking alone in his garden, Shivraj looked up at the stars and murmured,

"Fame… is just noise. Legacy… is the music I want to compose."

He knew the world saw him now.

And that was exactly what he needed for what was coming next.