Varun sat in his small rented room in Mumbai, staring at the screen of his laptop. The stock market had moved exactly as the system predicted.
The price of Bajaj Finance Ltd. had surged from ₹400 to ₹900 per share in just a week.
A slow smirk formed on his lips.
"Time to collect my profits."
With a few clicks, he executed the trade.
━━━ STOCK SOLD SUCCESSFULLY ━━━
[Total Profit: ₹62,00,000]
Varun leaned back, taking a deep breath.
His trading account balance now displayed a staggering ₹62,00,000.
"From nothing… to nearly 63 lakh rupees in a few weeks."
But he wasn't stopping yet.
The next move was already in play.
He activated Stock Market Prediction.
━━━ STOCK MARKET PREDICTION ACTIVE ━━━
[Scanning upcoming stock trends…]
SEARCHING…
A new company name popped up.
▶ Atul Auto Ltd.
Current Price: ₹35 per share
Projected Price in 4 Days: ₹190 per share
Varun's eyes flickered with interest.
A tiny company, practically unknown.
A stock no big investor was paying attention to.
But according to the system, its price was going to skyrocket in just four days.
"This is my biggest short-term gain yet."
He immediately placed his next investment.
━━━ INVESTMENT CONFIRMED ━━━
[Stock Purchased: Atul Auto Ltd.]
[Total Shares: 1,77,000]
[Current Price: ₹35]
[Investment: ₹61,95,000]
[Projected Value After 4 Days: ₹3,36,00,000]
Varun stared at the screen, adrenaline surging through his veins.
Over ₹3 crores in just four days.
"If this works, I won't just be rich. I'll be untouchable."
He exhaled slowly, shutting his laptop.
Now, all he had to do was wait.
A Call from the Past
As he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his phone buzzed.
📩 Incoming Call: Ananya
Varun's smirk faded slightly.
For a moment, he debated not answering.
But curiosity got the better of him. He picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Varun… How are you?"
Her voice was gentle, hesitant.
"I'm fine," he said calmly. "You?"
"I'm okay." There was a small pause. "Did you find a job yet?"
Varun glanced at his laptop, where his ₹62,00,000 balance was still displayed.
He smiled faintly. "Still looking."
There was a short silence on the line.
"Oh… I see."
Varun could almost hear the disappointment in her voice. The same disappointment she had once shown before leaving him.
Then she sighed. "I wanted to tell you something."
Varun remained silent, waiting.
"My parents… They're looking for matches."
Varun's fingers tapped against the table. "And?"
"I don't know what to do."
He closed his eyes for a brief second before responding. "What do you think you should do?"
There was another silence.
And then, in the same naïve tone he remembered from years ago, she said:
"I think my parents are right. A stable life, a good partner, financial security… Those things matter."
A faint chuckle left Varun's lips.
Some things never change.
She was still the same girl who had left him once.
Still the same person who valued security over love.
Still looking for guarantees.
She hadn't changed. But he had.
"Then do what you think is right," Varun said simply. "I'm not stopping you."
Another silence. This time, longer.
"You've changed." Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Varun smirked. "Yeah. I have."
And he wasn't going back.
The call ended.