When Aryan left Navya's room, he made a decision — he would explore the Vitara app further and watch other content creators as well. He decided that if he truly enjoyed someone's content, he would reward that creator with a generous amount of money as a token of appreciation.
With this thought, Aryan began browsing through several channels that were not very popular but still produced outstanding content. Impressed by their creativity and hard work, Aryan wasted no time and donated a large sum of money to all those underrated creators.
Whenever Aryan entered a creator's room and found their content impressive, he would reward them instantly with an enormous donation. Before long, news of his generosity spread like wildfire across the entire Vitara app. Everyone was shocked — who was this mysterious user named "Rich Kid" who had donated millions of dollars to creators that hardly anyone had ever heard of?
At first, the popular content creators ignored Aryan's actions. After all, they were already well-known and earned thousands of dollars daily. They assumed that Aryan was just another spoiled rich kid spending a bit of his money for fun.
However, when they calculated the total amount Aryan had donated so far, they were stunned — he had given away over five million US dollars in just a short period! This revelation shocked even the biggest names on the platform.
Realizing how massive this was, many top creators instructed their personal assistants to track down Aryan and bring him onto their channels at any cost. Huge rewards were promised to anyone who could convince "Rich Kid" to appear on their stream. Soon, every major creator's assistant was chasing Aryan's attention — but Aryan paid no heed to any of it.
After spending nearly an hour and a half on the Vitara app, Aryan decided to close it. He still had many tasks to complete — learning more about Vinayak Singh Shekhawat and the people connected to him, and preparing his belongings before leaving for Mumbai.
Although Aryan was extremely wealthy and had access to dozens of servants, his father had instructed him to manage everything by himself while living in Jaipur. That was why, despite his immense fortune, Aryan lived alone in the city without any servants.
Just as Aryan was about to close the app, a new live channel appeared on his screen. The title caught his eye — "Battle Royale" — his favorite game. Curious, he clicked on it immediately and began watching. The streamer was exceptionally skilled; his gameplay was sharp, fluid, and thrilling to watch.
Mesmerized, Aryan added three million US dollars to his Vitara account once again and donated 500 castles directly to the streamer.
Within seconds, Aryan became the top donor in the room.
When the streamer — a young man named Chandan Roy — noticed Aryan's massive donation, he was stunned. A wide smile spread across his face, and he shouted excitedly during his live stream:
"Rich Kid, brother! Welcome to my humble room! It would be an honor if you'd join me for a match!"
Aryan smiled faintly as he typed his response:
"Sorry, brother. I would've loved to play with you, but I have some urgent matters to take care of right now. I was about to close the Vitara app when I came across your stream. Since I'm a huge fan of Battle Royale, I thought I'd watch your gameplay for a while. You're incredibly skilled — a truly brilliant gamer. I sincerely wish you great success in your life. Before I leave, let me give you one more gift. And who knows — maybe one day, I'll get the honor of playing by your side."
As soon as Aryan sent the message, he donated 999 castles twice in a row, shocking everyone, and then immediately exited the room — and the app.
Aryan had no idea that he had just set off a storm behind him.
The chat in Chandan's room exploded with chaos and disbelief. Chandan Roy himself was speechless. He was one of the top ten Battle Royale players in the world, having won multiple international tournaments with his team.
Though he was used to receiving generous donations — sometimes as high as $5,000 at a time — he had never witnessed such an insane level of generosity.
The mysterious "Rich Kid" had just donated more than two and a half million US dollars in a single stream.
Chandan quickly realized that this mysterious donor was unimaginably wealthy — and according to his assistant's research, "Rich Kid" had created his account only that very day. Yet, within hours, he had already spent over five million dollars on the app and then another two and a half million in Chandan's room alone.
For creators like Chandan, Aryan was nothing short of a God of Wealth.
The viewers in Chandan's stream were equally shocked. They had never seen anyone throw around money like that. Many were green with envy, wishing that Aryan had visited their channels instead.
Two and a half million dollars — a sum so large that an average person could live their entire life comfortably on it — and Aryan had given it away in minutes, without blinking.
But jealousy was all they could feel. After all, Chandan was not just any gamer. At just twenty-two years old, he had been playing since he was fifteen and had won two international and three national-level trophies in Battle Royale tournaments.
His incredible skills were exactly why Aryan had rewarded him so generously.
The chat section scrolled faster than lightning — countless comments, messages, and emojis flooding the screen, all trying to guess who "Rich Kid" was.
From Aryan's profile, people learned that he wasn't even seventeen yet, and judging by his effortless spending, it was obvious he was filthy rich.
Before long, Aryan had become an overnight sensation — and a massive crush for countless girls on the Vitara app, including some of its most beautiful streamers.
Unaware of the chaos he had unleashed online, Aryan calmly began packing his belongings.
Although he was living in Jaipur by his father's orders, his wardrobe still contained clothes designed by some of the world's top fashion designers. The ordinary people of Jaipur couldn't recognize their value, but if Vinayak Singh Shekhawat were to see Aryan, he would have immediately realized who he truly was.
Unfortunately, it was too late for that — because every person connected to Vinayak Singh Shekhawat was destined to meet their end tonight.
Once Aryan had finished packing, a mischievous thought flashed across his mind.
He turned to his AI assistant and asked, "Paras, do you know where a girl named Kavya Vashishth lives?"
Paras immediately responded, "Yes, host. Kavya Vashishth resides in one of the posh areas of Jaipur." Then, without delay, he displayed her exact address.
The moment Aryan saw it, a sparkle lit up in his eyes — and in the next instant, he vanished from his room.
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At that very moment, Kavya had just finished her shower and was drying her hair with a dryer. She had wrapped a towel around her body, covering her delicate frame.
Even without makeup, her beauty shone brightly — her damp skin glistened under the light, and her soft, wet hair framed her face perfectly.
She had refused to go on the blind date her parents had arranged for her that evening. After all, her first kiss had already been stolen — by another boy.
It wasn't something she could easily forget.
From a young age, Kavya had promised herself that herfirst kiss would belong only to her husband. She had sworn that if anyone else ever dared to steal it, she would make sure that person paid dearly — even if it meant killing him.
But today, fate had played a cruel joke.
Her first kiss had indeed been stolen — by a younger boy, one she couldn't hurt or take revenge on. And deep down, she knew she was powerless against him.
So, instead of fighting, Kavya decided to bury the memory and move on. Yet, even after resolving to forget, she refused to break her vow. She made a solemn promise to herself: she would never look at another man again.
Even if it meant spending the rest of her life alone, she would keep her word.
As for that boy… he was a criminal — and much younger than her. Their worlds were too far apart for anything between them to ever be possible.
What Kavya didn't know, however, was that the boy who had stolen her kiss — Aryan — had already set his sights on her.
And this time, no matter how hard she tried, Kavya Vashishth would not escape Aryan's grasp.
The proof of that was about to unfold — tonight.
While Kavya was lost in her own joy, her gaze suddenly drifted to her balcony. She went there at once. She felt no fear of being seen—her building was the last one in the entire housing society and there were no other houses for a long distance, so she saw no danger. Kavya spread her arms and felt the cold night breeze. The sadness that had been tugging at her heart began to ease. Slowly she opened her eyes and murmured to herself, "Truly, when you connect with nature, a person can be freed from all worries." A smile settled on her face.
As she stood there, enjoying the moment, a voice called down from the sky, "What's the matter, sweetheart? You're smiling a lot tonight—are you planning to kill your admirers with that smile of yours?"
Kavya jumped at the sound and looked up. There, hovering above, was the very devil who had made her life miserable—Aryan. Seeing Aryan in the air at first shocked Kavya, but then a dangerous expression crossed her face. She shouted at him, "How dare you come to my house!"
Ignoring Kavya's anger, Aryan replied, "What's wrong, sweetheart? Is this how you treat your guests? You really broke my heart—you have no idea how much that hurt."
Kavya thought for a moment that this fool might be harmless and was about to shout loudly for help, but she restrained herself. She said, "Get out of here quietly, or I'll have you arrested."
Hearing this threat, Aryan suddenly grew afraid and pleaded, "Would you really do that, officer? Please don't—if you do, my career will be ruined." He trembled as he spoke. Kavya felt a little satisfied to see him frightened, but soon she sensed something was wrong. Looking at him more closely she realized he was no ordinary boy. She adopted a serious tone and said, "Stop playing games with me. This is your final warning—leave now, or you'll pay the consequences."
Seeing Kavya threaten herself again, Aryan's lips curled into a slight smile. Then, calmly, he descended and stood on her balcony. Without hesitation he pulled her into his arms and said, "You know, anyone who threatens me has to pay a price. Since you threatened me, you'll have to pay too." Saying that, Aryan sealed her lips with another kiss.
Kavya's eyes widened when she saw how bold he was. Her anger flared and she struggled to break free, but despite trying hard she couldn't escape his hold. She realized she could not overpower this small boy, so she decided to surrender.
Aryan led her inside and sat her on the sofa in the living room, placing her on his lap. "Don't trouble me like this, sweetheart," he said. "If you do, it really hurts me." He looked into her eyes. Kavya quickly broke eye contact and thought for a long moment. Finally she asked, "Do you behave like this with all the girls?"
Aryan shook his head. "No. I've loved only one girl in my life, but she broke up with me today. I already suspected she was cheating, but I wanted to see how low she could sink—and today she showed her true colors and left me. You might wonder how a boy like me, who can fly, uses telepathy and has many other powers, could be dumped. The simple answer is I didn't tell her anything about myself. You're probably angry because I killed that boy and his friends—I did. My ancestors taught me never to leave enemies alive. Maybe you don't know, but that boy had come to kill me. I only killed them in self-defense. I'm not the sort of person who spares his enemies."
After Aryan's explanation, Kavya's anger toward him eased a little. She then asked, "When I was interrogating you, why did you forcefully kiss me? And what about the kiss you just gave me—what do you have to say for that?"
Aryan laughed and replied, "Actually, I liked you the moment I saw you. I felt an inner voice say I should make you mine. Besides, when I spoke to you earlier through telepathy, I learned about the promise you made to yourself—that the man who shares your first kiss will be your husband. So now that I've kissed you, I'm here to officially propose."
Kavya was stunned to see Aryan proposing like that. She looked at him as if he were a fool.
Seeing her reaction, Aryan felt a little disappointed. He got up, moved her a little away on the sofa, and began to leave. As he walked out, he turned back once and said, "You can take your time with this. By the way, I'm going to Mumbai too, so don't think about taking another flight. My private jet is coming to Jaipur—so you will come with me. If you refuse, I'll buy the entire airline you try to board. And remember, you are going to Mumbai because of me, so you should know you are mine in every way. I'll give you time, but from today onward you will belong to me alone."
With that, Aryan left Kavya's apartment. At that exact moment, an SMS popped up on Kavya's phone.