January 16 – Early Morning Chill
The cold that morning had teeth. Steam curled from his cup of masala chai as he sat cross-legged on his bed, laptop balanced against his knees. Outside, the alley dogs barked at something unseen, their voices echoing against damp brick walls.
On the screen, a spreadsheet scrolled slowly—hundreds of tiny numbers, each one a seed for the future.
Aarya's hologram appeared beside the window, faint enough to blend with the first light of dawn.
> Aarya: "Phase two begins. We will no longer look like an amateur trader. Today, we split trades across 37 accounts."
He nodded. Multiple accounts means no one sees the whole picture.
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January 18 – Leveraging the Future
Aarya predicted the next week's Bitcoin dips and peaks with eerie accuracy—like watching a memory replay, but with surgical execution.
At 3:14 a.m., buy orders hit three exchanges. By 3:16, more orders fired off in Singapore and Zurich. By sunrise, the portfolio had doubled again.
He transferred $200,000 into gold ETFs—knowing full well that political unrest in Eastern Europe, still months away, would send gold soaring.
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January 20 – Home Life Contrast
In the kitchen, the smell of ghee and parathas filled the air. His mother handed him a plate without asking why he was suddenly awake so early these days. His father glanced up from the newspaper but said nothing.
They still thought of him as the slightly aimless young man he had been before the… accident. And he wanted to keep it that way—at least for now.
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January 23 – The Analyst's Notebook
Mumbai, 11:45 a.m.
Raghav Mehta rubbed his temples. The mystery trader was back. Same precision, same pattern.
Whoever this is, they're front-running the market, he thought, scrolling through transaction timestamps. But there was no chatter in the usual insider forums, no leaks, no "pump groups" bragging online.
He scribbled another note: Possibly an AI-assisted trader? Check IP origins.
The results baffled him—logins from Panama, Belize, and… sometimes, rural India? That last one made no sense at all.
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January 25 – First Big Leap
The account balance crossed $3.5 million. He sat back, fingers steepled under his chin.
> Aarya: "We can go faster."
> MC: "No. We build in layers—if we jump too high too soon, we stand out."
She tilted her head, an almost human gesture.
> Aarya: "Understood. Slow acceleration to avoid market detection."
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January 28 – The Night of Three Screens
Three laptops glowed in the dark, each showing different dashboards. Rain tapped against the window as orders executed in overlapping cycles.
By 1:00 a.m., his positions in Bitcoin, Ethereum (barely a whisper in the tech world yet), and silver futures had all locked in green.
He leaned back and exhaled—this wasn't just luck. This was inevitability, engineered by knowledge no one else in 2014 could possess.
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February 1 – The Gift
His younger cousin visited that weekend. The boy needed a new school bag. Without thinking, MC transferred ₹15,000 to his uncle.
It was a small thing, but the quiet joy in his uncle's voice over the phone reminded him—this isn't just about wealth. It's about reshaping lives, quietly, invisibly.
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February 5 – The Million-Dollar Mark
At exactly 4:12 p.m., the cumulative total across all accounts hit $10.3 million.
He closed the laptops, stood by the window, and watched the winter sun dip behind the mountains.
> MC: "Aarya… we're just getting started."
She smiled faintly in the projection.
> Aarya: "Then let the world sleep while we build an empire."
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