SUPREME TYCOON SYSTEM

Chapter 2: This System Is Far Too Powerful!

Chapter 2: This System Is Far Too Powerful!

At that moment, Viraj Agnihotri felt less joy over receiving two million rupees and more sorrow over the three years of effort he had wasted.

Three years!

Did anyone even know how I spent those three years?

To save money for his wedding, Viraj had worked day and night at his company.

His manager increased his workload whenever he pleased. Viraj stayed in the office until late at night, worked part-time on weekends, and never went anywhere for entertainment because he wanted to save money.

No alcohol.

No gambling.

No expensive restaurants.

No parties with friends.

He would even think ten times before ordering a good family meal.

After five years of employment and three years of rigorous saving, he had barely managed to accumulate ₹800,000.

And now?

For following his true desire just once and removing Riya Malhotra from his life, the Do-As-You-Please System had rewarded him with two million rupees!

If I had known that breaking off this marriage would activate the system, I wouldn’t have tolerated even one of Riya’s unreasonable demands!

I lacked confidence before. I thought that if this relationship ended, I might never find another woman.

But now I have the Do-As-You-Please System.

Why should I be afraid of losing a greedy woman?

Determination appeared in Viraj’s eyes.

This relationship must end completely.

I won’t leave Riya any path to return.

With that thought, Viraj rose from his chair, paid the coffee shop bill, and walked outside.

Evening was approaching.

Traffic on the roads had increased. Office workers were returning home, and the sound of car horns echoed everywhere.

Out of habit, Viraj took out his phone and tried booking an ordinary cab home.

However, because it was the evening rush hour, no cabs were available nearby.

The app initially displayed a five-minute waiting time.

Then it increased to eight minutes.

Even after ten minutes, no driver had accepted his ride.

Viraj was still on the waiting list.

Standing beside the road, he repeatedly checked his phone screen.

Then he remembered the Do-As-You-Please System.

Wait a minute.

I have the Do-As-You-Please System! Why am I standing here and troubling myself merely to save a few rupees?

I want to travel home comfortably, so that is exactly what I’ll do.

He immediately cancelled the ordinary cab and selected the most expensive premium cab service available on the app.

That service had fewer customers and no waiting list.

The old Viraj would have thought several times before spending the extra money.

He would have told himself—

I can wait a little longer.

Why should I take an expensive cab for such a short journey?

Saving money is important.

But the situation had changed today.

He no longer needed to make himself miserable while calculating every small expense.

Viraj booked the premium cab.

Less than ten seconds later, a message appeared on the screen—

[Your ride has been accepted. The driver will arrive at your location in three minutes.]

“So quickly?”

Surprise appeared on Viraj’s face.

A short while later, a gleaming black Mercedes E-Class stopped before him.

The car was so clean that the streetlights reflected across its dark windows.

The driver, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, lowered the window.

“Sir, are the last four digits of your phone number 7625?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

The moment he heard the confirmation, the driver immediately stepped out.

He opened the rear door and respectfully stood to one side.

“Please, sir.”

Viraj stared at him for several seconds.

I have to admit, the experience provided by an expensive service truly is different.

He entered the car.

The comfortable seat, pleasant fragrance, and soft music reduced his exhaustion within moments.

The driver carefully closed the door before returning to his seat.

“Sir, is the temperature comfortable, or should I lower the air conditioning?”

“It’s fine.”

“Would you like to listen to any particular music?”

“No, this is fine.”

“Very well, sir.”

The car moved forward without the slightest jolt.

Viraj rested his head against the seat and closed his eyes.

Perhaps this was the first time he had ever sat inside a car without worrying about its price or the expense.

Half an Hour Later

The Mercedes stopped at the main gate of his residential complex.

The driver stepped out first and opened the door for Viraj.

Viraj exited the car.

“Thank you.”

The driver smiled.

“Have a pleasant day, sir. If you enjoyed the service, please don’t forget to leave a five-star rating.

“Certainly.”

Viraj completed the payment through his phone.

At that exact moment, the voice of the Do-As-You-Please System echoed in his mind—

[The host refused to endure inconvenience merely to save money during his daily journey.]

[The host chose his preferred mode of travel according to his true desire.]

[Do-As-You-Please decision successful.]

[Reward: ₹500,000 in cash.]

Viraj stopped walking.

“Five hundred thousand rupees just for taking a premium cab?”

He immediately checked the bank message on his phone.

[₹500,000 has been credited to your SBI bank account.]

[Available balance: ₹2,553,000.]

Viraj stared at the screen for several seconds.

A disbelieving smile gradually spread across his face.

“I’m being rewarded merely for travelling home in a car I like?”

“This system is even more capricious than I am!”

“No wonder it is called the Do-As-You-Please System. The name suits it perfectly.”

An interesting question suddenly entered Viraj’s mind.

“If I feel like booking a private jet someday, how large will the system’s reward be?”

“Perhaps tens of millions.”

“Or even more!”

For now, however, it was only a fantasy.

Apps existed for booking cabs, but Viraj did not have an app on his phone for summoning a private jet.

“Not yet.”

A faint smile appeared on his face.

“But considering how rapidly my life is changing, perhaps that day isn’t too far away.”

Cleaning the Apartment

Viraj entered his apartment.

The moment he opened the door, he noticed a pair of women’s slippers near the entrance.

They belonged to Riya.

Seeing them caused everything that had happened in the coffee shop to replay in his mind.

The anger buried within him awakened once again.

He picked up the slippers and threw them directly into the dustbin.

“Now that the relationship is over, why should its remnants remain here?”

He then went from room to room and began collecting Riya’s belongings.

Her clothes.

Shoes.

Makeup products.

Hair dryer.

Handbags.

Several books.

Decorative items.

And the expensive coffee mug with Riya’s photograph printed on it.

Viraj packed everything into separate boxes.

He deliberately avoided damaging anything. Ending a relationship was one thing; destroying someone else’s property was another.

After packing all her belongings, he called a courier service.

A courier agent arrived a short while later.

Viraj sent all the boxes directly to Riya’s parents’ house.

He double-checked the delivery address and kept the receipt.

Riya could no longer claim that her belongings had been left inside Viraj’s apartment.

Everything was over.

Completely.

By the time Viraj finished cleaning the apartment, it was already seven in the evening.

He looked around.

The apartment appeared emptier than before.

However, that emptiness did not make him sad.

On the contrary, it felt as if a heavy stone that had rested upon his chest for years had finally been removed.

He was free.

He no longer needed to listen to a new demand from Riya every day.

He no longer needed to compare his wedding with her friends’ weddings.

He did not have to tolerate insults toward his mother or suppress himself to preserve a false relationship.

Viraj breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the day’s stress and the effort of packing everything had left him thoroughly exhausted.

He picked up his phone to order dinner, but his eyes felt so heavy that he could barely read the menu.

“I’ll lie down for five minutes first.”

Viraj collapsed onto the bed.

The moment his head touched the pillow, his eyes closed.

Within seconds, he had fallen into a deep sleep.

The Next Morning

When Viraj opened his eyes, morning sunlight was filtering into the room through the curtains.

He stared sleepily at the ceiling for a while.

Out of habit, his lips parted.

“Riya, water—”

But his sentence stopped halfway.

Then he remembered everything that had happened the previous evening.

“That’s right. I ended our relationship.”

Strangely, instead of feeling burdened by the memory, he experienced relief.

At that moment, his phone began ringing.

Viraj’s expression changed when he saw the name on the screen.

Rakesh Sharma—Manager

Viraj frowned.

A call from Rakesh Sharma on a day off never brought good news.

It only meant one thing—

Overtime.

If another employee failed to complete a task, Rakesh assigned it to Viraj.

If a client suddenly requested changes, Viraj was summoned to the office.

Even if Rakesh made a mistake in a report, Viraj was forced to correct it.

In the past, Viraj had always agreed because he wanted to protect his job and earn more money.

But now?

Viraj stared at the continuously ringing phone.

Only one thought appeared in his mind—

I’m sorry, but who do you think you are?

Today is my day off. I’m going to bring my mother home. I won’t ruin my day for your pointless overtime.

Instead of answering, he rejected the call.

A few seconds later, Rakesh Sharma called again.

Viraj put his phone on silent mode and climbed out of bed.

He had to bring his mother home today.

That task was far more important than any office report.

After getting ready, Viraj went downstairs and ate breakfast at a nearby restaurant.

Then, without hesitation, he booked a premium cab and entered the location of his hometown.

The journey was nearly three hundred kilometers.

The premium cab cost far more than an ordinary one, but Viraj was no longer concerned about that.

A luxurious car stopped before him a short while later.

Viraj climbed inside and departed to bring his mother home.

A Mother’s Anticipation

After a long journey along the highway, Viraj reached his hometown around noon.

His mother, Sunita Agnihotri, was already waiting for him.

She had prepared lunch and packed nearly all her belongings to take to Indore.

Viraj entered the small rented house and called out, “Mother!”

Sunita Agnihotri quickly emerged from the room.

Her face lit up when she saw her son.

“You’re finally here! If you had arrived any later, the food would have become completely cold.”

She looked behind Viraj.

When she saw no one there, surprise appeared on her face.

“Where is Riya? Didn’t she come with you?”

Viraj remained silent for several moments.

He was not yet prepared to tell his mother that the wedding had been cancelled.

He forced a smile.

“She had some important work, so she couldn’t come.”

Changing the subject, he said, “Serve the food first, Mother. I’m starving. After we eat, the two of us will leave for Indore.”

“Fine.”

Sunita happily walked toward the kitchen.

“It’s good that you arrived on time. The rental agreement for this house is also about to expire. I’ve already told the landlord that I won’t be staying here next month.”

As she served food onto a plate, she continued, “Once we reach Indore, you and Riya will get married. Then, after some time, there will be a baby in the house.”

“You two will be busy with work, so I’ll look after the child.”

Her voice contained genuine happiness for the family she believed was about to begin.

Viraj silently watched his mother.

A faint pain arose in his chest.

A year ago, when they had discussed purchasing an apartment in Indore for his marriage, Viraj did not have enough money for the down payment.

His mother had sold her large house without complaint.

It was the house where Viraj had spent his childhood.

It contained every memory of his father.

It was where Sunita had spent the best years of her life with her family.

Yet she had given up even that house for her son’s marriage and future.

After paying the apartment’s down payment and giving the remaining money to Viraj, she had very little left.

Since then, she had been living in this tiny rented home, which covered barely thirty square meters.

One small room.

A tiny kitchen.

And a bathroom so narrow that turning around properly was difficult.

Even then, she had never complained.

And what kind of woman had Viraj nearly brought into his life?

A woman who wanted to prevent this very mother from living in the apartment she had purchased!

His blood boiled at the thought.

Had Riya been standing before him at that moment, he might not have been able to control his anger.

His mother had done everything for Riya as well, yet Riya wanted to throw her out of the house.

It was fortunate that her true nature had been revealed before the wedding.

After finishing the meal, Viraj examined the bags and boxes stacked in the room.

Sunita had packed old utensils, bedsheets, clothes, some small pieces of furniture, and numerous household items.

“Mother, we don’t need to take all this with us.”

Viraj said, “For now, pack only some clothes and the essential things. Whatever we need after reaching Indore, I’ll purchase new.”

Sunita immediately shook her head.

“But all these things are still perfectly usable.”

She lifted an old pressure cooker.

“Look, this can still last for several years. What would be the point of leaving it here?”

“And these bedsheets are still good. Why waste money on new things?

“You’re about to get married. You should start saving money now.”

Viraj smiled.

“Mother, you can stop worrying about money.”

“If I’m saying we don’t need these things, then we don’t need them.”

He spoke confidently, “Your son has started earning good money. I’m no longer short of funds.”

Sunita looked at him suspiciously.

“Oh, really? Now you’ve started boasting even in front of me?”

“I know your salary very well. Don’t pretend to be wealthy in front of your mother.”

“You’re underestimating your son.”

Viraj laughed.

“Just listen to me for now. We’ll take only your clothes, documents, Father’s photographs, and other important things.”

He gestured toward the luggage.

“Besides, all of this won’t fit inside the car.”

Sunita considered it for several moments.

Eventually, she surrendered to her son’s insistence.

“Fine. But don’t blame me later for leaving useful things behind.”

“I won’t.”

They carried the essential luggage downstairs.

The premium cab driver was already waiting outside.

Sunita stared at the luxurious car parked before them and asked Viraj in astonishment, “Are we travelling in this?”

“Yes.”

“But how much will it cost?”

“You don’t need to worry about the fare.”

The driver opened the trunk as soon as he saw them.

He stepped forward and took the suitcases from their hands.

“I’ll put these away, ma’am.”

After carefully placing all the luggage inside, he opened the rear door for Sunita.

Sunita looked at Viraj.

Questions still filled her eyes, but after seeing her son’s smile, she silently entered the car.

The Return Journey

The journey back to Indore would take several hours.

Sunita still did not know that Viraj had ended his relationship with Riya.

Therefore, she continued discussing the wedding throughout the journey.

“How many people from your office will attend the wedding?”

“Did Riya’s parents like the design for the sweet boxes?”

“The hotel will prepare separate food without onions, won’t it? Your aunt doesn’t eat onions.”

“And make sure Riya’s family is treated respectfully on the wedding day. They shouldn’t feel offended because of any mistake from our side.”

“Son, the girl will be leaving her home to join ours. Take good care of her.”

“Even if you become angry, never raise your voice at her.”

Viraj stared at the road rushing past the window.

Every word his mother spoke wounded his heart.

She was concerned about showing respect to Riya and her family.

Yet Riya had not considered Sunita’s feelings even once.

Viraj tried several times to tell her the truth.

But whenever he saw his mother’s excited face, the words stopped in his throat.

If I tell her inside the car, she’ll remain distressed throughout the journey.

I’ll explain everything calmly after we reach home.

Viraj finally made his decision.

By evening, their car had reentered the busy streets of Indore.

The sun was setting, and golden light covered the city’s buildings.

The total fare for the premium cab’s round trip was approximately ₹15,000.

The old Viraj might have regretted spending that amount for several days.

This time, however, he completed the payment without the slightest concern.

The moment the payment was completed, the voice of the Do-As-You-Please System echoed in his mind—

[A mother’s love is priceless.]

[The host acted upon his sincere desire to provide his mother with the home and respect she rightfully deserves.]

[The host personally brought his mother home without worrying about convenience or expense.]

[Do-As-You-Please decision successful.]

[Reward: ₹1,000,000 in cash.]

Surprise appeared in Viraj’s eyes.

This time, the reward wasn’t for taking a premium cab.

I was rewarded for bringing my mother home!

The meaning was clear.

The Do-As-You-Please System did not merely reward Viraj for purchasing expensive things or spending money.

If Viraj possessed a genuine desire—whether for his own happiness or his family’s dignity—and fearlessly acted upon it, the system could grant him a reward.

His phone vibrated.

[₹1,000,000 has been credited to your SBI bank account.]

[Available balance: ₹3,553,000.]

Viraj looked at his bank balance and thought—

This system is powerful to the point of insanity.

No.

It is far too powerful!

The Mystery of the Empty Apartment

The driver removed their luggage from the trunk and helped carry it to the apartment’s entrance.

Viraj gave him a five-star rating and thanked him.

He then entered the apartment with his mother.

Happiness filled Sunita’s face.

This was the home she had purchased by sacrificing her old house and her lifetime savings.

Today, she had finally come here to live.

But the moment she stepped inside, the happiness on her face gradually faded.

She looked near the entrance.

Only Viraj’s shoes and slippers were there.

Riya’s slippers were nowhere to be seen.

Sunita surveyed the living room.

Riya’s preferred cushions, vases, and several photographs had once decorated the room.

Now, none of them remained.

The entire apartment was clean, but it appeared strangely empty.

“Viraj…”

Sunita called softly.

“Yes, Mother?”

“Where are Riya’s belongings?”

Before Viraj could answer, Sunita walked toward the bedroom.

She opened the wardrobe.

Only Viraj’s clothes remained inside.

The other half was completely empty.

The suspicion in her heart deepened.

She hurried toward the bathroom.

Riya’s toothbrush was missing.

There was no face wash.

No makeup products.

Not even the slightest indication that a woman lived there remained.

Sunita’s expression abruptly changed.

She turned toward Viraj.

Worry and fear appeared in her eyes simultaneously.

“Viraj…”

Her voice trembled.

“Tell me the truth.”

“Where did all of Riya’s belongings go?”

She took a step toward him.

“Did the two of you have an argument?”

Viraj remained silent.

Sunita studied his face carefully.

A son could not conceal his emotions from his mother for long.

A terrifying possibility suddenly appeared in her eyes.

“Could it be…”

She paused before forcing herself to ask the next question.

“Has your wedding been cancelled?”

Viraj took a deep breath.

It was no longer possible to hide the truth.

Looking into his mother’s eyes, he said, “Mother, Riya said you would not be allowed to live in this apartment after our marriage.”

Sunita’s face turned deathly pale.

Viraj clenched his fists.

“So I refused to marry her.”

A profound silence fell over the room.

But what Sunita did in the next moment—

Viraj was completely unprepared for it.

Writer’s Note

In this chapter, Viraj Agnihotri began to understand the true power of the Do-As-You-Please System.

He received ₹500,000 for making a small independent decision and choosing a premium cab. He then received another ₹1,000,000 for respectfully bringing his mother to her rightful home.

This proves that the Do-As-You-Please System does not reward Viraj merely for spending money. Whenever he makes a courageous, independent, or morally correct decision according to his heart’s true desire, the system evaluates that decision and grants him a corresponding reward.

Viraj’s Current Status

[Name: Viraj Agnihotri]

[Former Fiancée: Riya Malhotra]

[Mother: Sunita Agnihotri]

[First Reward: ₹2,000,000]

[Premium Cab Reward: ₹500,000]

[Reward for Bringing His Mother Home: ₹1,000,000]

[Current Bank Balance: ₹3,553,000]

[System: Do-As-You-Please System]

[Relationship Status: Wedding completely cancelled]

[Riya’s Belongings: Sent to her parents’ home]

Viraj has completely removed Riya from his life and brought his mother into the apartment that rightfully belongs to her.

But Sunita has now learned the truth about the cancelled wedding.

Will she support her son’s decision?

Or will she blame herself for the broken marriage and take an action Viraj could never have imagined?

The answer will be revealed in the next chapter.