1995 – USA, MIT University
Inside the final-year dormitory of MIT, a young man sat on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The evening sun cast long shadows across the room, and the muffled sounds of students chatting and laughing outside echoed faintly. But Shivraj heard none of it. His piercing blue eyes, unusually calm and reflective for an eighteen-year-old, were filled with silent melancholy. He wasn't thinking about exams or friends or plans for the future. He was thinking about the past—a past that belonged to another world.
Shivraj was not an ordinary student.
In his previous life, he had been an orphan born in poverty. He had clawed his way out of the gutters, worked like a machine, made brilliant business decisions, and eventually became a billionaire by 2025. He had tasted the sweet nectar of success—but never truly lived. His life had been a relentless pursuit of wealth, lacking warmth, family, or peace.
Then, one night, while sleeping in his penthouse, something strange happened.
When he opened his eyes, he wasn't in his luxurious bed, nor was he in 2025.
He was in a small room with cracked walls, the scent of old wood and dust hanging in the air. A rusted ceiling fan whirred slowly above him. It was 1992, and he was in the body of a 15-year-old boy, in Bangalore, India.
Panic gripped him at first. He tried to stand, only to stumble. He looked into a broken mirror hanging on the wall and saw a young face—his face, but younger. Slowly, he sifted through the memories in his mind, confused and alarmed.
And then it all clicked.
He had transmigrated—reborn into a younger version of a boy with the same name, Shivraj. A different world, yet disturbingly similar.
This boy, like him, was an orphan. Born in the slums of Bangalore and raised in a government orphanage. But there was something more—something… different.
As the memories settled, Shivraj discovered something miraculous: his brain worked differently. He had photographic memory, almost superhuman. Words, numbers, patterns—they all stuck to his mind like glue. His new body also responded well to exercise. Within a month of physical training, his strength, stamina, and appearance began to improve drastically.
Was this some kind of gift? Or perhaps the price of second life?
He didn't know.
But he wasn't one to waste opportunity. In this second chance at life, in a timeline where he already knew the future of technology, business, and global economics, Shivraj swore to build an empire greater than before—but this time, with more meaning.
He started by reading. Everything. Every textbook from grades 1 to 12, every encyclopedia, every library book he could get his hands on. With his photographic memory and relentless discipline, he completed high school level education within a year.
But Shivraj didn't stop there.
He applied directly to MIT, one of the world's top institutions. When they sent him an extensive set of application problems, expecting to test his critical thinking, he solved each one—and even sent multiple unique solutions for every complex problem, along with his 10th-grade First Rank certificate and a heartfelt letter explaining his story.
The response from MIT was swift. Not only did they accept him, but they offered him a full scholarship.
At just 15 years old, Shivraj flew to America, alone and wide-eyed—but determined.
Over the next three years, he didn't just study—he dominated.
By 18, he had completed three double degrees in MBA, Financial Management, and Economics, achieving perfect grades and earning a reputation as a legend on campus. Students whispered about the "blue-eyed genius from India." Professors called him a once-in-a-century prodigy. Even the media began to take notice.
But Shivraj's ambitions stretched beyond academia.
Armed with knowledge from his past life, he dove headfirst into the stock market. With a combination of calculated risk-taking, gut instinct, and long-term vision, he turned his modest scholarship savings into $500 million. He strategically invested in future tech giants like cruide oils, Apple, Marvel, Disney, and gold, acquiring $400 million worth of equity and keeping $100 million liquid for future moves.
Wall Street insiders dubbed him the "Stock God." Banks raced to court him. Citi Bank made him a VIP client, offering elite services typically reserved for billionaires.
And yet, despite all the power and wealth he now held in his hands, Shivraj sat alone in his dorm room—haunted by a strange truth.
this world is parellel world
At first glance, it looked the same. The cities, the people, the technology—it all felt familiar. But Shivraj, with his sharp instincts, noticed subtle differences. The timeline of events was slightly off.
One where he had arrived with memories of both his original and transmigrated life, But what he did know was that this world, too, was filled with opportunities—and he was going to seize them all.
He had already begun mapping out new investment strategies based on the divergences he had identified. He was considering tech startups that hadn't even been founded yet in this version of Earth. He planned to manipulate early acquisitions, build unseen monopolies, and secretly buy stakes in emerging global powerhouses.
But more than money, he wanted purpose.
This time, he would create more than just wealth. He would build a legacy.
He wanted to change the world—not just as an investor or a business tycoon, but as someone who could shape the future of education, healthcare, and global development.
He wanted to build, create, and leave something behind.
Now, sitting in his modest MIT dorm, wearing a plain white shirt and jeans that did little to hide his eight-pack abs and sculpted frame, Shivraj closed his eyes and took a deep breath.