After arriving at the mansion, Shivaraj stood frozen at the entrance, momentarily overwhelmed by its vastness. The sprawling estate exuded elegance and power. A carefully landscaped garden stretched across the front, boasting exotic flowers, trimmed hedges, and a marble fountain in the center. A massive private swimming pool glimmered in the afternoon sun beside a fully equipped gym, a luxury garage, and a modern helipad on the rooftop.
"This is mine now…" he murmured, a small smile curling his lips.
Stepping into the mansion, he walked through the main hallway, his footsteps echoing across polished marble floors. Every corner screamed wealth—from the crystal chandeliers above to the imported Italian furniture and original artwork on the walls. Without wasting time, he went to his bedroom, spacious like a hotel suite, and started organizing his things. Once done, he called his assistant through the system.
"Prepare the car," Shivaraj said calmly, "and arrange an appointment with Bill Gates for this evening."
His assistant, efficient and loyal due to her system-generated design, nodded immediately and disappeared to carry out the task.
Shivaraj sat by the window of his study and gazed out at the estate's greenery. He chuckled quietly to himself. "If I'm not wrong… this is March 1995. Microsoft is preparing to launch Windows 95 in a few months. That means... it's the perfect time to invest."
Meanwhile, on the other side...
When Bill Gates first heard of the appointment request from a young entrepreneur named Shivaraj, he dismissed it casually. After all, hundreds wanted a piece of Microsoft, and he didn't have time to entertain every ambitious youth who claimed to be the next big thing.
However, when his secretary presented Shivaraj's credentials, everything changed.
"Royal Investments?" Bill raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, sir," the assistant replied. "Backed by verified funds and recent acquisitions. He has already invested heavily in tech startups. Also… the profile shows he personally holds stakes in three rising companies from Silicon Valley. His company's account has a transaction record of over a billion dollars in the past week."
Bill leaned back in his chair, suddenly interested.
"A billionaire at 18?" he whispered.
He shared the news with a few key team members and agreed to meet the mysterious investor at a coffee shop later that evening.
Back to Shivaraj...
At exactly 6 PM, three Rolls-Royces pulled up in front of a trendy coffee shop in Seattle. The surrounding crowd was stunned by the procession of sleek, black vehicles. The doors of the middle car were opened by two bodyguards dressed in black suits and sunglasses. The sight was straight out of a movie.
Shivaraj stepped out slowly.
His appearance alone turned heads. Tall and broad-shouldered, he looked like a prince from some foreign empire. His chiseled face, ocean-blue eyes, and smooth, raven-black hair instantly made people gasp. Clad in a custom-fitted navy blue suit, his very aura exuded confidence and control. A faint scent of expensive cologne followed him as he walked toward the coffee shop's entrance, flanked by bodyguards on either side.
Inside, Bill Gates was already waiting.
When he looked up and saw Shivaraj walking toward him, even the seasoned tech genius was stunned.
'What the hell… Is this a Hollywood actor?' he thought.
Shivaraj reached the table and extended a hand with a faint smile. "Mr. Gates, I'm honored to meet you."
"Likewise," Bill replied, standing up and shaking his hand. "I must say, you're… not what I expected."
"People rarely are," Shivaraj replied with a soft chuckle as he sat down. The guards moved back respectfully but remained within eyesight.
The waitress brought over coffee, and the two men settled into conversation. Bill couldn't help but notice Shivaraj's composed demeanor. He wasn't just some rich brat playing games with money—he was sharp, calculated, and had a mysterious charm that was difficult to ignore.
Shivaraj leaned forward slightly. "Let me be direct. I want to invest in Microsoft before Windows 95 launches. I believe in your vision. And I don't just want a few shares—I want to contribute to your future expansions."
Bill's interest peaked. "And how much are you willing to invest?"
Shivaraj smiled. "Two hundred million. Immediately. No strings attached."
There was a moment of stunned silence.
Bill blinked. "Two… hundred… million?"
Shivaraj nodded.
"And you're what—eighteen?"
"Yes."
Bill laughed, partly in disbelief, partly in admiration. "You've got guts, kid."
"I've got more than guts," Shivaraj said with a smirk. "I've got vision. And I believe you do too. That's why we're sitting here."
The meeting continued for over an hour, filled with deep conversation about the future of technology, the internet, and digital consumer trends. Bill found himself genuinely impressed by Shivaraj's insight. His knowledge wasn't superficial—it was visionary. Almost prophetic.
By the end of the meeting, Bill stood up and extended his hand again. "Welcome aboard."
"Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Gates," Shivaraj said with a calm smile.
As Shivaraj exited the café, the public looked on again, whispering and snapping photos. This time, even Bill Gates stepped outside to watch him leave. The engines of the Rolls-Royces roared softly, and the convoy pulled away into the night.
Inside the café, Bill looked back at his team and said quietly, "That young man… might be the future."
Would you like Chapter 4 to continue with more tech investments, his lifestyle, or the next major figure he meets?