As Rohan's newborn eyes adjusted to the dazzling luxury around him, his gaze slowly drifted beyond the girl holding him.
Standing next to her was a man.
And the moment Rohan laid eyes on him, something instinctual—something deeply ingrained—told him the truth.
This man… is my father.
The realization settled with a strange sense of certainty, a quiet echo in his mind.
The man's presence was undeniable, commanding yet composed. His warm brown eyes carried a depth that was both calm and intense, reflecting a quiet strength wrapped in layers of understanding. There was a curiosity in his gaze, a silent observation that spoke of intelligence and perception, as though he was a man who studied the world rather than merely existing within it.
His sharp, well-balanced features—defined jawline, high cheekbones, and straight nose—gave him a natural refinement, a look that could be both authoritative and inviting. His thick jet-black hair, tousled yet effortlessly stylish, framed his face with a youthful charm that softened his otherwise striking presence. There was a slight shine to it, catching the light, adding to the aura of quiet confidence he exuded.
His skin was smooth and pale, glowing under the soft chandelier light, an elegant contrast to the deep richness of his hair and eyes. But what stood out even more was the way he carried himself—broad shoulders, an athletic build, the subtle yet visible strength in every movement. His body was a testament to discipline, every contour of muscle hinting at both power and precision.
Yet, despite the sheer presence he commanded, there was no overwhelming harshness to him.
As he looked at Rohan, his expression held something deeper. Not just curiosity, not just pride.
There was warmth.
A quiet kind of affection, as though the mere sight of his newborn son was enough to stir something profound within him.
Rohan wanted to react, wanted to analyze, to process everything—but once again, his body failed him. The instincts of an infant clashed with the sharp mind of a former CEO, leaving him helpless in the hands of forces beyond his control.
But one thing was clear.
He was no longer alone in this world.
He had a mother, a father, a sister. A family.
For the first time in his two lives, he belonged somewhere.
As he felt his tiny body growing heavy with sleep once more, his thoughts faded into the soft lull of warmth and security.
Perhaps… this life would be different.
The warm glow of the chandelier bathed the luxurious room in golden light, casting soft reflections against the polished marble floors. The air was filled with a quiet sense of wonder, broken only by the soft murmurs of conversation.
Aditi held her newborn brother carefully in her small arms, her brown eyes wide with fascination. She tilted her head, inspecting every tiny feature of his face, before gasping dramatically.
"Papa!" she exclaimed, looking up at Arjun. "His eyes—look at his eyes! They're Mama's eyes!"
Arjun, who had been standing beside her with a quiet, knowing smile, leaned in slightly. His warm brown eyes softened as he gazed at his son. Even in infancy, those emerald green eyes shimmered like cut gemstones, clear and striking—just like Ilana's.
"You're right," Arjun murmured, his voice carrying a rare gentleness. "They're exactly like hers."
Aditi giggled, rocking Rohan ever so slightly in her arms. "Oh wow… they're so pretty. Like tiny little emeralds!" She grinned, her bubbly energy making the moment feel even warmer. "Mama's always saying her eyes are rare, but now she's not the only one anymore!"
Arjun chuckled. "I'm sure she'll be proud. He looks a lot like her already… the fair skin, the sharp little nose—"
"And his fluffy hair!" Aditi added excitedly, running a gentle finger through the soft, jet-black strands. "It's like yours, Papa! But I bet it'll grow just like hers—long and wavy. He'll probably be super handsome when he grows up!"
Arjun smiled, his expression thoughtful. "That's very possible." Then, with a teasing glint in his eyes, he added, "You seem quite invested in his future looks, Aditi."
Aditi puffed out her cheeks in mock offense. "Well, duh! My little brother has to be handsome—what if he ends up looking all weird? That would be so unfair!"
Arjun chuckled, shaking his head. "He'll grow into his features in time. But looks aside, what truly matters is the kind of person he becomes." He gazed down at his newborn son with warmth. "With a mother as strong as Ilana, and a sister as brilliant as you, I have no doubt he'll become someone extraordinary."
Aditi preened under the praise, but her attention quickly returned to Rohan, who was staring at her with quiet intensity.
"Papa," she whispered dramatically, "he's staring at me." She leaned in closer. "Do you think he understands what we're saying?"
Arjun smiled knowingly. "Perhaps." His gaze lingered on Rohan, a flicker of something deeper passing through his eyes. "He certainly seems more aware than most newborns."
Aditi gasped. "Oh no. What if he's a genius baby?" She looked at Rohan with newfound suspicion. "Are you secretly super smart, little brother?"
Rohan, of course, could not answer. His tiny body could do nothing but blink.
But deep inside, he smirked.
You have no idea.
As the warmth of Aditi's embrace and the gentle hum of his father's voice surrounded him, Rohan felt the pull of exhaustion once again. His newborn body was weak, fragile—but his mind? His mind was strong.
This life… this family…
Perhaps this time, things will be different.
And with that, he closed his eyes, surrendering to sleep once more.
The room was dimly lit, bathed in the soft silver glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. The gentle rhythm of Aditi's breathing filled the silence, steady and peaceful.
But Rohan? He was wide awake.
Despite his infant body craving rest, a dull headache throbbed in the back of his skull, a strange sensation that refused to let him slip into sleep. His tiny form lay still beside his sister, his mind sharper than it had any right to be in this newborn state.
Slowly, his gaze drifted upward.
The elegant clock on the far wall, its golden hands moving in slow precision, read 2:34 AM.
He sighed internally. Just great. Not only am I a baby, but now I have insomnia too.
His thoughts were interrupted by something… unnatural.
A soft ding echoed in his mind—clear, crisp, like a chime reverberating through his very soul.
And then—
A translucent window blinked into existence before his eyes, hovering in the darkness like an ethereal mirage.
It was unlike anything he had ever seen before, its glowing letters forming in a sleek, elegant script reminiscent of something out of a game.
Do you wish to inherit a gift bestowed upon you by the gods?
Rohan's newborn body remained motionless, but his mind reeled.
A system?
He had read enough fantasy novels and played enough RPGs in his past life to recognize what was happening. This was something beyond logic, beyond science—something powerful, something otherworldly.
For the first time since his reincarnation, he felt the stirrings of something he hadn't experienced in a long time.
Excitement.
His thoughts sharpened.
There was no hesitation. No fear.
Yes.
The moment he made his decision, the world around him trembled.
A pulse of invisible energy rippled through his body, sending a strange warmth surging through his veins. And then—
Another window appeared before him, its golden glow illuminating the darkness.
[System Initialized]
You have inherited a divine gift.
Adapting to host…
Synchronization in progress…
Rohan's vision blurred as a rush of energy—something ancient, something vast—coursed through him. He felt his soul tremble under its weight, as though the very fabric of his being was shifting, expanding to accommodate something far greater than himself.
His tiny fingers twitched involuntarily.
His headache intensified for a brief moment—sharp, blinding—before it vanished entirely.
And then, the final notification appeared.
Welcome, Chosen One.
Rohan stared at the glowing text, his newborn heart pounding in silent exhilaration.
This was it.
His second life had just become far more interesting.
This keeps the mystery and grandeur while capturing Rohan's logical yet excited reaction. Let me know if you want to tweak anything! 🚀
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You said:
he is happy to have a family and a new life , so he doesnt sigh
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Got it! Here's the revised version, keeping the excitement while making sure Rohan appreciates his new life:
The room was dimly lit, bathed in the soft silver glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. The gentle rhythm of Aditi's breathing filled the silence, steady and peaceful.
Rohan lay beside her, his tiny body warm against the comforting presence of his sister. Even though he had only been in this world for a short time, he already felt something he had never truly known before—belonging.
A family. A home. A fresh start.
And yet, despite the warmth in his heart, sleep did not come easily. A faint headache pulsed at the back of his mind, an odd sensation he couldn't quite ignore. His gaze drifted upward, settling on the elegant clock on the far wall.
2:34 AM.
He remained still, content yet restless, until—
Ding!
A soft chime echoed through his consciousness, clear and deliberate, as if the universe itself had rung a bell just for him.
Then, out of nowhere, something appeared before his eyes.
A translucent window, glowing faintly in the darkness.
Do you wish to inherit a gift bestowed upon you by the gods?
Rohan's emerald green eyes widened.
A system?
His thoughts raced. He had read about things like this before—systems, divine gifts, game-like abilities. But now, it was happening to him. This was something beyond logic, beyond reason, yet undeniably real.
And unlike his past life, where power had to be earned through years of struggle, here it was—offered freely, waiting for his answer.
His mind was sharp, his instincts calm.
Yes.
The moment he made his choice, the air around him seemed to shift.
A surge of energy, warm and ancient, flowed through him like a tidal wave. His soul trembled—not in fear, but in exhilaration—as something vast and unseen connected to his very being.
Another notification appeared, its golden glow illuminating the space before him.
[System Initialized]
You have inherited a divine gift.
Adapting to host…
Synchronization in progress…
For a brief moment, he felt weightless, as though his entire existence was being rewritten, reshaped into something more. His headache vanished instantly, replaced by a strange clarity—like a door in his mind had just been unlocked.
Then, the final message appeared.
Welcome, Chosen One.
A slow, unseen smile formed in his thoughts.
He had been given another chance at life. A loving family. A new beginning.
And now, a power beyond anything he could have imagined.
His journey had truly begun.
As the golden light faded, a strange sensation washed over Rohan—like his very existence was being rewritten. The system had integrated into his soul, its presence subtle yet undeniable.
And then—
Ding!
A glowing screen appeared before him, floating in the air like a message from the gods. The elegant text pulsed with quiet power, each word carrying an almost divine authority.
[STATUS WINDOW]
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
Name: Rohan
Age: 0 (Newborn)
Birth Date: February 17, 2000
Height: 50 cm (1'7")
Weight: 3.2 kg (7 lbs)
Abilities: None
Templates: None
Talent:
• Cricket (SSS) – A once-in-a-generation prodigy, capable of mastering every aspect of the sport.
• Business (EX) – A mind built for strategy, negotiation, and empire-building.
Shop: Locked
Popularity: Locked
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
Rohan's newborn body remained still, but his mind was anything but calm.
2000?
He wasn't just reincarnated—he had regressed twenty-five years into the past.
His past life flashed through his thoughts. He had grown up in an orphanage, his childhood spent dreaming about the world outside. He had loved cricket, watching others play, imagining himself on the field, but he had never gotten the chance. Survival had always come first.
Eventually, he had abandoned that dream, focusing on building his business empire instead.
Yet now…
His eyes locked onto the screen.
Cricket (SSS).
A talent at the absolute pinnacle. Not just potential, but destiny.
A slow realization settled in.
This second life… it wasn't just a fresh start. It was a chance to live the life he had once been denied.
A chance to dream again.