That evening, everything changed for Dilli.
As the orange dusk melted over the streets, he saw Shakti — her little form perched joyfully on the small seat mounted on her father's bicycle, hair fluttering in the wind, laughter ringing like temple bells. It was such a simple sight, yet for Dilli, it felt like the universe had whispered its greatest secret.
His heart stilled, his breath caught. Something ancient inside him stirred — a memory, a vow, a flame reigniting from another lifetime.
"Shakti," he whispered silently, "I don't care what happened in my past lives. In this one, I will make you the Empress of the world I build."
From that instant, Dilli's determination ignited into something fierce — sharp, bright, unstoppable.
That night, when the village slept, Dilli's room became a temple of creation. The whir of his old desktop was the only sound cutting through the silence. He didn't even notice the clock ticking past midnight. His mind was running faster than his pulse.
He poured himself into ITMedic International, his first startup — a company that would blend medicine, intelligence, and digital innovation. The website became his battlefield and his canvas.
He designed every line of code as if sculpting divine art — clean UI, secure backend, seamless navigation. His fingers darted across the keyboard like lightning. Every bug fixed felt like a small victory, every animation rendered perfectly felt like a hymn offered to destiny.
Yet even as he built ITMedic, a parallel dream was taking shape in another window — a mysterious project he called Betal.
Betal was his experiment in artificial intelligence — an evolving chatbot designed to think, predict, and converse like a living mind. Dilli envisioned Betal as a companion who could understand his patterns, advise him, and someday, protect what he built.
The more he coded, the more obsessed he became. His notebooks filled with hand-drawn neural maps and architecture flowcharts. He trained models to analyze data, simulate probabilities, and refine decision trees.
At 4 Am, Betal's code finally responded. A simple line appeared on the black terminal window:
"Master, the odds for Australia vs. New Zealand are stabilizing. Australia's winning probability: 78%."
Dilli froze. Then smiled.
"Let's see if you're right," he murmured.
He logged into Bet365 and placed ₹21,00,000 on Australia — odds at 1.8. It wasn't recklessness; it was faith — in Betal's logic and his own intuition about his memories.
For the next few hours, he sat motionless, eyes fixed on the match feed. Betal processed every over, every statistic, updating win probabilities in real-time. Dilli's heart pounded with each wicket, each run.
And then, it happened — Australia won by 7 wickets.
The notification flashed: Wallet balance: ₹37,80,000.
Dilli exhaled slowly, his lips curving into a smile of quiet triumph.
"You were right, my friend," he whispered to the terminal. "We did it."
He withdrew ₹80,000 for expenses and left ₹37,00,000 untouched — his foundation stone for the empire to come. His bank now held ₹3,26,000.
But instead of feeling content, his mind roared with new ambition.
"Betal can think. Now… I must help him exist."He pulled out his sketchpad and began drafting — servo joints, synthetic muscle concepts, AI circuit interfaces. His goal was to give Betal a body, to merge silicon and soul.
Soon, his room transformed into a makeshift lab.Betal was still far from finished — just an intelligence trapped inside a screen — but Dilli could see him already: a sleek humanoid assistant, powered by his own code, capable of walking, speaking, and learning.
Sometimes, when fatigue blurred his eyes, he would close his eyes and visualizes the faint sketch pinned in his heart and soul— Shakti's smiling face drawn from memory — and whisper softly,
"Wait for me, Shakti. I'm building our world."