The afternoon sun filtered through the farmhouse windows as Dilli's heart pounded with anticipation. After the initial shock of seeing his father's and great-grandfather's astonished faces, he gently but firmly asked Ramkitta to step outside.
The weight of his dreams pressed heavily on his young shoulders as he turned to face the two men who meant everything to him.
"Nanna, Tathayya," Dilli began, his voice trembling but resolute, "I need something from you both."
The room fell silent as he outlined his extraordinary requests — gathering every construction worker in the locality, purchasing lands throughout the village, and opening current accounts for Cosmos United Limited and CosRise Infra Limited. His words came faster now as he spoke of registering companies and trademarks for CosConnect, CosChat, CosSnap, CosPlay, and his construction ventures.
The two elders exchanged bewildered glances. Never had they imagined such boundless ambition from someone so young.
Dilli's father cleared his throat, his weathered hands clasped together. "Dilli," he said softly, voice heavy with emotion, "I've already spoken to your uncle about selling all our lands in Vizianagaram. We can gather around five to six crores — maybe ten or twelve if we sell everything here too. It's not much, but it's all we have for your dreams."
Those words hit Dilli like lightning. His father — his pillar of strength — was willing to sacrifice everything: their ancestral lands, their legacy, all for his son's vision.
Tears welled up in Dilli's eyes as he realized the depth of his father's love. This man, who had given him life and purpose, was now ready to give up his entire world.
Unable to contain his emotions, Dilli rushed forward and wrapped his arms around his father. "Nanna, please don't worry about money," he whispered through his sobs. "I have two hundred and twenty-five crores in my account. You can buy any land you want."
The silence that followed was deafening. Both elders stood frozen, their minds struggling to process what they had just heard. Two hundred and twenty-five crores? Even the wealthiest five men in their village combined wouldn't possess such a fortune.
Just as they opened their mouths to question him, Betal's cheerful voice sliced through the tension.
"Master, are you looking down on your subordinate that much?"
Everyone's eyes darted to the screen as a number appeared that defied belief:
₹17,23,00,00,000.
Dilli's eyes widened in disbelief. The temperature in the room seemed to drop. An aura of raw energy emanated from the young boy as shock turned to fury.
"You idiot!" Dilli roared. "Didn't I tell you to bet across platforms and not be aggressive?"
Betal's reply came meekly. "Big Brother, I followed your instructions exactly. I bet across Betfair, Marathonbet, BetOnline, Intertops, Casino-On-Net, and 888Casino — avoiding Bet365, as you ordered. I'm sorry if I upset you, master. If I had been aggressive, you'd be a billionaire by now."
The room fell into stunned silence once more. The reality of how this child had amassed such wealth slowly dawned on the elders. They prepared to scold him — but before they could, Dilli threw himself into his great-grandfather's arms, tears streaming freely.
"Tathayya," he sobbed, "I want to be successful. I want to make our country the strongest in the world — and for that, we need money, lots of it. Betal and I predicted match outcomes and made money from betting. We took it from Westerners! I know it was wrong, but it was for our family… for our country. We were also planning to bankrupt those gambling companies to stop people from ruining their lives by gambling with their whole savings.Me and Betal will shut all the gambling companies in the world."
Though his reasoning was flawed, there was an unshakable sincerity in his voice that touched their hearts.
From somewhere in the room, Betal's teasing voice chimed in: "Big Brother, you're more shameless than me. I admire your shamelessness."
"Who's your big brother, you idiot?!" Dilli shot back, momentarily breaking the tension.
Both elders couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Dilli's father placed a gentle hand on his son's head. "Just promise us you'll be careful — and keep this a secret. We don't want trouble for our family."
"Don't worry about that, Dad and Great Grandpa," Betal said cheerfully. "Nobody can trace your kid's activities. Everything was done seamlessly."
The elders chuckled again, their hearts torn between pride and concern. As they prepared to leave the farmhouse, they turned to Ramkitta with final instructions.
"Be extra careful — and add three more people to guard both the farmhouse and our boy."
As the door closed behind them, the afternoon sun seemed to shine a little brighter, casting long shadows that hinted at the extraordinary journey awaiting this remarkable child — and the empire he was about to build.