The calendar had turned again. Almost two years had passed since that night under the stars, yet for Arjun Mehta, time had taken on a different meaning. His days were measured not in hours but in creations — each sunrise another opportunity to build something new.
The steady stream of royalties from NovaCore Compiler continued to arrive every month, his account balance quietly swelling past five crore. He lived simply, as before — same small room, same desk, same morning meditations. But in his mind, something vast was taking shape.
Paperwork. Clients. Legal queries. Accounting. Every small detail demanded his attention. Each hour he spent answering emails was an hour stolen from research — from the Library that waited patiently in the depths of his consciousness.
One evening, after a long call with a TCS representative about a technical update, Arjun closed his laptop and leaned back. The hum of the ceiling fan above him seemed to echo his thoughts.
"This isn't sustainable," he murmured. "If I keep managing all this myself, I'll never have time to create."
He opened his worn notebook and began to write. The pen moved quickly, as though guided by clarity itself:
"To advance, I must build a structure. A company — one that manages the world so I can build the future."
He paused, looking out the window. The night sky shimmered faintly with its familiar silence. A name surfaced in his thoughts, simple yet profound: CosmicVeda.
It felt right — a perfect union of his origins and his destiny. "Veda" for knowledge, "Cosmic" for the source from which it all flowed. The bridge between Earth and infinity.
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The next morning, he spoke to his father at breakfast.
"Papa, I've been thinking," Arjun began carefully, "I want to establish a private company. It will handle all business matters — contracts, client management, money, everything. I'll still be in charge, but I'll finally have time to focus on research."
Rajesh lowered his newspaper slowly. "A company? You mean like a real one? With offices and employees?"
Arjun smiled. "Yes. I'll handle the registration, legal work, everything. I'll call it CosmicVeda Technologies Pvt. Ltd."
Anita blinked. "That's… a big step, beta. You're sure about this?"
"More than anything I've ever done."
Rajesh looked at his son for a long moment, then nodded. "If this is your next path, I'll support you. Just… keep your feet on the ground while you're touching the stars."
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Weeks passed in preparation. Arjun registered the company officially in Pune — CosmicVeda Technologies Pvt. Ltd., established with full ownership under his name. He hired a small but competent team:
A financial consultant to manage accounting and royalties.
Two project coordinators to communicate with clients and ensure contract renewals.
A technical manager who could handle customer queries and provide updates using Arjun's detailed documentation.
He set strict boundaries. No one but him could access NovaCore's core architecture. Their job was to manage — not to interfere.
Soon, a rented office space was arranged — a modest floor in a quiet tech park near Pune University. Frosted glass doors bore the logo: a spiral galaxy shaped into an open lotus, beneath which read the words:
COSMICVEDA TECHNOLOGIES — Infinite Knowledge. Human Future.
When Arjun saw it for the first time, he felt something stir inside him — pride, yes, but also a deep, almost spiritual calm. For the first time, the dream had form.
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Months rolled by, and CosmicVeda began to hum like a quiet engine of progress. The staff handled client management efficiently. Invoices, renewals, reports — all taken care of. Arjun was finally free to return to what mattered most: research and creation.
He still worked from his small home office. Every morning, after meditation, he reviewed data, improved NovaCore, and drafted new frameworks based on principles that no one else could yet imagine.
The company grew steadily. More firms licensed NovaCore. Infosys, Wipro, and even IBM India reached out to discuss limited-use contracts. His monthly royalties, once fifteen lakh, now touched thirty.
Yet despite the growing numbers, Arjun kept the same rule with his family: silence. No one outside their home knew the scale of their prosperity.
When Rajesh once joked about buying a luxury car, Arjun only smiled. "Not yet, Papa. Let's wait. The world isn't ready to see how fast we're moving."
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On CosmicVeda's first anniversary, Arjun visited the new office. His employees greeted him with shy admiration — they all knew their boss was young, but few understood the scope of his genius. He thanked them simply, told them to keep doing good work, and returned home to the peace of his meditation mat.
As he closed his eyes, the familiar hum of the Library stirred faintly in the background — not calling, just watching. He smiled.
"There will be time again," he whispered. "Soon."
For now, humanity had to catch up.
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📘 Arjun Mehta — Yearly Log Book [Year 2 Post-Event]
Age: 22
Company Founded: CosmicVeda Technologies Pvt. Ltd.
Core Product: NovaCore Compiler — licensed to TCS, Infosys, and IBM India.
Monthly Income: ₹30 lakh in royalties.
Total Net Worth: ₹8.2 crore.
Primary Role: Chief Technologist — handles innovation, patches, and system updates.
Mental State: Focused, disciplined; longing for more time to explore the Library.