The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over Amarasinghe Estate. In the grand study, Reddy Arjun Amarasinghe sat flanked by his grandfathers: Reddy Ramakrishna Amarasinghe and Saumya Rajendra Chowdary. The air was thick with the significance of the moment as they discussed the assets Arjun had inherited and the steps needed to secure his legacy.
The worth of Arjun's inherited assets was monumental. The Amarasinghe Estate alone, with its sprawling mansions, landscaped gardens, and thriving agricultural fields, was valued at ₹75 crore. Beyond this, the total agricultural landholdings amounted to ₹350 crore.
Saumya Rajendra Chowdary, with a map spread before him, explained, "Your agricultural assets are spread across Andhra Pradesh and Telangana. In Nellore alone, your father owned 2,500 acres of fertile land valued at ₹150 crore. The remaining lands—Kadapa, Karimnagar, Guntur, and Prakasam—account for an additional ₹200 crore."
"Amma's Guntur property has the best yield," Arjun commented, showing his awareness. "It's always been prized in our family, hasn't it?"
Rajendra nodded with pride. "It has, and I'm glad to see you value it."
Ramakrishna added, "These aren't just numbers, Arjun. These lands are a legacy of hard work. It's up to you to honor and expand it."
With the signatures complete and the registration processes initiated, the focus shifted to protecting these assets from potential threats—both external and internal.
Following the legal formalities, Arjun invited Rajashekar Reddy, a seasoned Congress politician, and Saumya Venkat Rao, the family's trusted lawyer, to a luncheon at the estate.
The dining hall, with its teak dining table set for a feast, was alive with conversation. Rajashekar Reddy, known for his commanding presence and sharp political mind, sipped his buttermilk as he observed Arjun.
"You're taking on responsibilities that even adults shy away from," Rajashekar Reddy remarked. "Your parents would be proud."
"Thank you," Arjun replied confidently. "I understand the weight of these responsibilities, and I'll make sure to safeguard my family's legacy."
Venkat Rao leaned in, addressing the table. "Politicians and lawyers often get a bad reputation, but young Arjun here seems like someone who can see beyond stereotypes. You're already ahead in the game."
The group discussed potential threats, ranging from opportunistic relatives to political rivals. Rajashekar Reddy promised his support, subtly hinting at the need for strategic alliances.
After the guests had left, Arjun wandered into the lush gardens of Amarasinghe Estate with Saumya Ananya Chowdary. The soft evening breeze carried the scent of blooming jasmine as they walked in companionable silence.
"You handled yourself well today," Ananya said, her admiration evident.
Arjun turned to her, his expression a mix of gratitude and determination. "I've learned a lot from both my past and present lives. This time, I won't let anything slip away."
Her hand brushed against his arm as she looked at him with a mixture of affection and pride. "You've grown so much, Arjun. I'm proud of you."
Arjun's heart swelled. "It's because of people like you, Ananya. You've always been there for me, even in ways you don't realize."
Later that night, Arjun sat alone in the study, poring over documents and drafting plans. His vision was ambitious—consolidating his agricultural empire, diversifying into industries like cinema and real estate, and using political alliances to his advantage.
His pen scratched against paper as he jotted down potential investments and strategies. In his mind, he wasn't just managing wealth; he was building an empire that would endure for generations.