SUPREME TYCOON SYSTEM

Chapter 7: Did I Just Become a Millionaire Like That?

Chapter 7: Did I Just Become a Millionaire Like That?

Viraj Agnihotri had no idea that Riya Malhotra had been at Phoenix Citadel Mall at the same time as him.

She had even seen him wearing the limited-edition Gucci outfit.

She had already contacted Arjun Mehta, hoping to discover the secret behind Viraj’s sudden wealth.

Completely unaware of this, Viraj returned directly to his apartment after finishing his shopping.

His mother, Sunita Agnihotri, had prepared dinner and had been waiting for him for quite some time.

She had even called him several times, asking him to come home early.

The moment she heard the door open, Sunita stepped out of the kitchen.

But as soon as she saw her son, she stopped in her tracks.

An expensive jacket, stylish trousers, new leather shoes, and a confident stride—

Viraj’s entire appearance had transformed.

Until a few days ago, her son had worn ordinary shirts and old trousers. Now, he looked like a member of a prominent business family.

Sunita examined him from head to toe.

“Did you just buy these clothes?”

“Yes.”

Viraj nodded with a smile.

“I went to the mall after leaving the office. I liked this outfit, so I bought it.”

Spreading his arms, he asked, “Tell me, how do I look?”

A proud smile appeared on Sunita’s face.

“You look very handsome.”

“These clothes suit you perfectly.”

Then her gaze shifted toward his jacket and shoes.

“But they couldn’t have been cheap, could they?”

Viraj fell silent for a moment.

How could he tell his mother that he had spent ₹1,800,000 on that single outfit?

If Sunita learned its real price, she probably wouldn’t be able to sleep all night.

“They weren’t that expensive.”

Viraj tried to sound casual.

“There was a sale. I got the entire outfit for a few thousand rupees.”

It was a complete lie.

But Viraj knew that sometimes, a small lie told to protect a loved one from unnecessary worry wasn’t wrong.

“The clothes in that store were quite good,” he continued. “When I have time, I’ll buy some nice outfits for you too.”

“I don’t need them.”

Sunita immediately refused.

“I already have enough clothes. Don’t waste money on me.”

“You should save for your future. Sooner or later, you’ll have to get married again.”

“I’m not thinking about marriage for a while.”

Viraj placed his bag aside.

“For now, I only want to focus on my work and my future.”

He realized that he needed to gradually prepare his mother for his changing financial circumstances.

If he started bringing expensive things home every day, it was only natural that Sunita would begin asking questions.

So, he prepared a simple explanation in advance.

“By the way, Mom, I was recently promoted.”

Sunita’s eyes lit up with joy.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Viraj spoke confidently.

“My salary increased considerably with the promotion, and the company also gave me a performance bonus.”

“You don’t have to worry about my finances anymore.”

“Our lives are going to get better from now on.”

“That’s wonderful news!”

Sunita’s face blossomed with happiness.

“I always knew your hard work would pay off one day.”

“Now go wash your hands and face. Dinner is getting cold.”

Dinner With His Mother

To celebrate her son’s promotion and salary increase, Sunita placed a bottle of red wine on the dining table.

She didn’t normally drink alcohol.

But today, she decided to have a little wine with Viraj.

“To your success.”

She raised her glass.

Viraj smiled and gently touched his glass against hers.

“And to my mother, without whom I never would’ve made it this far.”

They each took a small sip of wine.

Throughout dinner, Sunita looked exceptionally happy.

Perhaps it was the slight effect of the wine, or perhaps it was her joy at her son’s success. As they talked, she gradually became lost in old memories.

She mentioned Viraj’s father.

“If your father were alive, he would’ve been so happy to see you today.”

“He always used to say that our Viraj would achieve great things one day.”

There was a trace of pain mixed with the happiness in her voice.

She began telling stories from Viraj’s childhood.

He would search the entire house for his schoolbag every morning.

He used to float paper boats in the courtyard whenever it flooded during the rainy season.

How his father had marked Viraj’s height on the wall with his own hands.

Eventually, the conversation turned to their old house.

“Your father built the tulsi altar in that courtyard with his own hands.”

“The upstairs room was constructed later. He said it would become Viraj’s room when he grew older.”

“Your childhood drawings might still be on the walls of that room.”

Sunita fell silent for a moment.

“The house was old, but our entire lives were contained within it.”

Viraj could clearly sense from her voice that she still regretted selling that house.

It held memories of all the years she had spent with her husband.

Viraj’s birthdays had been celebrated there.

His entire childhood had passed within those walls.

But when they needed money to buy an apartment for her son’s future and marriage, Sunita had hidden her pain and sold the house.

She gave up her home and all those memories solely for me.

Viraj silently listened to his mother.

He engraved every word in his heart.

After dinner, he went to his bedroom and opened his mobile banking app.

His account contained ₹7,053,000.

Their old house had been sold for approximately ₹3,500,000 a year ago.

Even if the current owner demanded more than its market value, Viraj still had enough money to buy it back.

A firm decision formed in his heart.

If money can erase my mother’s greatest regret, then I won’t allow that regret to remain in her life.

Viraj immediately sent Ananya Kapoor a W******p message.

Viraj: Ananya Di, I need leave tomorrow for some urgent personal work.

A reply arrived shortly afterward.

Ananya Di: All right. Send me your leave application, and I’ll approve it.

Ananya Di: Is everything okay?

Viraj: Yes. I’m going to do something important for my mother.

Ananya Di: Then you should definitely go. Nothing is more important than family.

After receiving approval for his leave, Viraj placed his phone aside.

That night, he went to sleep filled with excitement.

Returning to His Hometown

Viraj woke up before sunrise the following morning.

He didn’t tell his mother anything.

He wanted to give the house to her as a surprise.

After getting ready, he booked a premium cab and left alone for his hometown.

Following the long journey, he finally arrived at his old neighborhood.

Everything looked familiar.

The same narrow streets.

The same small temple.

The same old peepal tree.

The same park where he had played cricket with his friends as a child.

People from the neighborhood recognized him immediately.

“Hey, that’s Viraj!”

An elderly woman approached him.

“Son, when are you getting married?”

Viraj smiled.

“The wedding has been postponed for now, Aunty.”

Another neighbor said, “Your mother is very fortunate. She’ll be living with her son in a big city like Indore now.”

One of the aunties complained, “Our evening bhajan group has felt incomplete ever since your mother left.”

The woman standing beside her burst out laughing.

“Bhajan group? You mean your dance group!”

“We dance to bhajans, don’t we?”

Everyone laughed.

Viraj respectfully greeted all the familiar aunties and uncles.

These were the same people who had watched him grow up.

After talking to them for a while, Viraj finally arrived in front of his old house.

His steps slowed the moment he saw it.

The walls had been painted a different color.

The main gate had also received a fresh coat of paint.

And yet, the house still looked the same.

Exactly as it did in his memories.

Viraj stepped forward and knocked on the door.

A man of about fifty opened it shortly afterward.

His name was Deepak Soni.

He was the man who had bought the house from Sunita a year ago.

“Yes? Who are you looking for?

“My name is Viraj Agnihotri.”

Viraj spoke politely.

“This house used to belong to my mother, Sunita Agnihotri.”

Deepak recognized him.

“Yes, I remember. Please come inside.”

Once they were seated in the drawing room, Viraj came straight to the point.

“I want to buy this house back.”

Deepak was immediately startled.

“But I didn’t buy this house to resell it.”

“I live here with my family. I have no plans to sell it at the moment.”

“I understand.”

Viraj remained calm.

“But this house is connected to the memories of my mother and father.”

“My mother was forced to sell it because of her circumstances. I want to buy it back for her.”

Deepak shook his head.

“I understand your emotions, but I’ve already bought this house. It belongs to me now.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t sell it.”

Viraj had already known that a simple request wouldn’t be enough to convince Deepak.

So he asked another question.

“What if I offer you more than its market value?”

Deepak’s expression changed slightly.

Only seconds earlier, he had flatly refused.

But the moment Viraj mentioned a higher price, calculations began running through his mind.

“How much can you offer?”

Viraj countered, “How much do you want?”

Deepak pretended to think for a moment.

He had purchased the house for ₹3,500,000.

In truth, he would have been willing to sell it if Viraj offered ₹4,000,000.

But he understood Viraj’s emotional attachment to the property.

So he quoted a much higher price.

“₹4,500,000.”

“If you can pay ₹4,500,000, I’ll sell the house.”

“Fine.”

Viraj answered without wasting a second.

“Deal.”

Deepak stared at him in astonishment.

“Did you hear me correctly? I said ₹4,500,000.”

“I heard you.”

“You’re not even going to negotiate?”

“No.”

Viraj smiled calmly.

“You named your price, and I accepted it.”

Earning money was no longer as difficult for Viraj as it had once been.

When a person didn’t have money, they considered three things before every purchase—

Was the price fair?

Could they get a discount?

And was the deal profitable?

But when someone had sufficient wealth, their thinking changed—

If this can bring happiness to me and my family, then I’ll pay its price.

To Viraj, this house wasn’t merely land, bricks, and cement.

It was part of his mother’s lifetime of memories.

If paying an extra ₹1,000,000 could restore the happiness in her eyes, then it was a very small price.

People spent tens of millions on antiques and paintings.

Why?

Because to them, an object’s emotional value was far greater than its market price.

Someone who loved an old painting might pay millions for it.

But someone with no interest in it wouldn’t keep it in their home even if it were given to them for free.

Value didn’t always exist within the object itself.

Sometimes, its value existed in the heart of the person who desired it.

An Unbelievable Deal

Deepak continued staring at Viraj in disbelief.

“Are you truly prepared to pay ₹4,500,000?”

“Absolutely.”

Viraj said, “As far as I know, new apartments in this city cost around ₹5,000 per square foot.”

“For ₹4,500,000, you can buy a modern apartment of your choice.”

“You’re receiving an excellent price for this old house.”

Deepak looked at Viraj’s calm face and unconsciously swallowed.

His mother sold me this house for ₹3,500,000.

Now her son is buying it back for ₹4,500,000.

I lived here for free for an entire year, and now I’m making a profit of ₹1,000,000 on top of that!

This is like winning the lottery!

“All right.”

Deepak immediately extended his hand.

“The house is yours.”

Only a fool would reject such a deal.

Viraj shook his hand.

That same day, they had the documents examined by a property lawyer.

There were no loans, disputes, or legal problems attached to the house.

Viraj completed the bank transfer process.

That afternoon, they both went to the Sub-Registrar’s Office.

When Sunita had sold her old house to purchase the apartment in Indore, she had granted Viraj a legally registered power of attorney to handle the property formalities.

That power of attorney was still legally valid and authorized him to purchase property and complete the registration process.

Viraj used the same document.

The registrar verified Sunita’s identity, the previous documents, and the power of attorney.

Once all the required stamp duty and registration fees had been paid, the house was registered in Sunita Agnihotri’s name once again.

The moment the final digital stamp appeared on the documents, the mechanical voice of the Do-As-You-Please System echoed in Viraj’s mind—

[The host recognized the greatest regret hidden within his mother’s heart.]

[The host traveled a great distance and repurchased his family’s old home.]

[The host valued his mother’s feelings and his family’s memories more than money.]

[This act of filial devotion is commendable.]

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

[Reward: ₹10,000,000 cash.]

Viraj remained frozen in place for several seconds.

“Ten million?”

His voice was barely audible.

He couldn’t believe his ears.

His phone vibrated.

Viraj immediately checked the bank message.

[₹10,000,000 has been credited to your SBI bank account. Available balance: ₹12,553,000.]

Viraj’s eyes widened.

Not long ago, his account balance hwas₹7,053,000.

He had spent ₹4,500,000 to purchase the house.

The stamp duty and registration fees had been separate expenses, but after receiving the system reward, his balance had soared far beyond ten million rupees.

Just like that… I became a millionaire?

He opened his mobile banking app.

The amount displayed on the screen was real—

₹12,553,000

Everything felt like a dream.

Money is pouring into my life like a storm.

Only a few days ago, he had suppressed his desires just to save a few thousand rupees.

Today, he bought a house worth ₹4,500,000 for his mother and became a millionaire on the very same day.

The Do-As-You-Please System’s power had once again exceeded his wildest imagination.

A Surprise for His Mother

After collecting all the documents and receiving the keys to the house, Viraj left for Indore that evening.

The long journey meant he returned home quite late.

But Sunita hadn’t started dinner without him.

She had prepared the meal and sat waiting for her son.

As soon as Viraj opened the door, he saw her sitting beside the dining table.

Food had been served in front of her, but she hadn’t eaten a single bite.

Warmth spread through Viraj’s heart.

This feeling is what makes a place a home.

Sunita breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him.

“Where have you been? You wouldn’t even tell me anything properly over the phone.”

“I had something important to do.”

Viraj removed the property documents from his bag and placed them in front of his mother.

“This is for you.”

“For me?”

Sunita picked up the file in surprise.

“What is it?”

“Open it and see.”

She opened the file.

The registration documents were on top.

Sunita looked at the first page and frowned.

“Property documents?”

She turned to the next page.

The moment she saw the property address, her hands stopped moving.

Her expression changed completely.

“This…”

She read the address again.

Then a third time.

Disbelief filled her eyes.

“This is our old house!”

“Yes.”

Viraj smiled.

Sunita looked at the section listing the owner’s name.

It read—

Sunita Agnihotri

Her breath caught in her throat.

“And it’s registered in my name?”

“Yes.”

Sunita raised her eyes from the documents and stared at her son.

“Viraj, what is all this?”

Her voice trembled.

Viraj sat down in front of her.

“I know you never wanted to sell the old house.”

“While you were talking about that house and Dad’s memories during dinner last night, I realized that you still regretted selling it.”

He spoke affectionately.

“So I went there quietly this morning and bought the house back for you.”

“What?”

Sunita couldn’t decide whether to celebrate or scold her son.

“But where did you get so much money?”

Viraj had already prepared an answer to that question.

“After the wedding was cancelled, the hotel and some of the wedding vendors refunded our advances.”

“I also received a promotion bonus from the company, and I borrowed some money from my friends.”

Hiding the true price, he continued, “The house cost me around ₹4,000,000. I’ll gradually repay the debt.”

“But so much money, just for me…”

Sunita couldn’t even finish her sentence before Viraj interrupted her.

“Mom, if money is lost, I can earn it again.”

“But the house where you and Dad spent your lives—and where I spent my childhood—would never have returned if we lost it forever.”

Looking directly into her eyes, he said—

“I don’t want you to have a single regret left in your life.”

Sunita opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Tears filled her eyes.

She pressed the documents against her chest and sat silently.

Images of the old courtyard, her husband’s smile, and little Viraj playing in front of her flashed through her mind.

She had believed that the house was lost forever.

Today, it belonged to her once again.

And her son had made that miracle possible.

After a while, Sunita wiped away her tears.

Then, for the first time in her life, she said something unkind about Riya—

“That girl was truly blind.”

“She abandoned such a wonderful son of mine.”

With a mixture of sorrow and pride, she added, “One day, she’ll deeply regret her decision.”

Viraj couldn’t suppress his laughter.

“Mom, you look adorable right now!”

Sunita glared at him with feigned anger.

“You’re always making fun of your mother.”

But the very next moment, a joyful smile spread across her face as well.

Viraj placed a plate of food in front of her.

“Shall we eat now?”

“Yes.”

Sunita carefully placed the documents to one side.

For the first time in years, the greatest burden on her heart had disappeared.

At that very moment, however, a message arrived on Viraj’s phone from an unknown number—

[Viraj, we need to discuss your wedding and the engagement gift money. Come to our house tomorrow morning at ten. —Riya’s father]

Viraj read the message.

The smile on his face gradually turned cold.

Riya’s family had finally contacted him themselves.

The next decision awaiting the Do-As-You-Please System was probably not far away.

Writer’s Note

In this chapter, Viraj Agnihotri erased the greatest regret in his mother Sunita Agnihotri’s heart.

Sunita had sold her old house for ₹3,500,000 to support her son’s marriage and future. However, that house held priceless memories of her husband and Viraj’s childhood.

Without negotiating over the price, Viraj repurchased the same house for ₹4,500,000 and registered it in his mother’s name.

Impressed by this act of filial devotion, the Do-As-You-Please System rewarded Viraj with ₹10,000,000 in cash.

Viraj’s current status:

Name: Viraj Agnihotri

Mother: Sunita Agnihotri

System: Do-As-You-Please System

Previous bank balance: ₹7,053,000

Cost of repurchasing the old house: ₹4,500,000

Reward from this chapter: ₹10,000,000

Current bank balance: ₹12,553,000

New achievement: Officially a millionaire

Owner of the old house: Sunita Agnihotri

New problem: Riya’s father has summoned Viraj to discuss the engagement gift and the cancelled wedding

Viraj has restored his mother’s lost memories by giving them the shape of a home once again.

But now Riya’s family is about to confront him.

Will they return the ₹651,000 engagement gift and the jewelry?

Or will they blame Viraj for the cancelled wedding and attempt to keep his money?

And if they insult Sunita, how will the newly wealthy and confident Viraj respond?