Chapter 27: Future planning
Important note: The below Chapter might include a little amount of technical info dump, you can skip the technical parts but read will be interesting. Apart from that bonus Chapter will be released soon as promised.
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Rohit’s body was covered in soap, his hands lazily scrubbing across his chest, but his mind was far from the bathroom.
’Damn, why am I taking so long to get her? It’s not like she’s my real mother or that she even seems to care about kissing .’
In his past life, he had been unapologetically sexual — he didn’t care who he was with, as long as they t his standards. So what had changed?
He searched for the answer and found a clue:
The first ti he saw Ragini, his body reacted instinctively, sitting straighter without him even realizing.
And in the hospital, during treatnt, the genuine care she showed... it wasn’t fake. It was real enough to earn his respect. Maybe even love.
Like the desire to be loved despite being treated harshly—a desire that changed only because Rohit, as Riku, altered his deanor toward her.
The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. He had left her on that bed because her mind hadn’t accepted his advances.
Since he wanted her for the long run, he chose to make an impression—but sohow that triggered his past trauma of being misunderstood and falsely accused. The disgust that ca with it clashed with his desire.
That also explains why he might still be haunted by that nightmare recently.
...Suddenly, a realization dawned on him, and his throat went dry with panic.
’Wait! Don’t tell ... I didn’t just inherit his mories. I inherited his instincts too. And they’re influencing my decisions.’
It explained everything — the rage and disgust toward the twins, the undeniable attraction to Shweta, his "crush. the pre-occupied feeling of awe and respect towards the freind’s mother."
In his old body, he would’ve assigned them as low priority. But in this young body, he saw them as higher potential mates.
His temper flared faster. His reactions were sharper.. more sensitive to trivial things.
It was both a blessing and a curse.
A shiver ran down his spine as a thought struck him: What if he loses himself for what he was?
But he brushed it off. He still had the default urge to claim every beauty and live in pleasure . That hadn’t changed. And when he thought about his mother as his next target, no conflict rose up. That ant he was still in control — as long as ’he’ chose the initiative.
So he concluded, aside from his 48 years of experience , he now carried a teenager’s raw instincts — instincts that could shape his life choices if he wasn’t careful. And if he didn’t manage them, over ti society definitely would react.
"Since it’s a matter of will... better to make a chart, a table, a proper plan—and stick to it," Rohit muttered. "That way, I can also figure out if I’m missing sothing."
He rinsed his body with water, only to notice his penis was still in a semi-hard state.
Curious, he glanced at the jar’s cap. There wasn’t much information on it apart from the na ’Dr. Adityanath Prajapati’.
As he tried to rember, he realized the jar was indeed special—sothing that couldn’t be found in ordinary clinics. Seven years earlier, Ragini had been caught in an accident, and this man had made what seed like a routine visit. Two years ago, he had finally managed to get his hands on it. And since then he had never seen it.
Using it without proper investigation had been plainly stupid, and he had a lingering feeling that if complications arose, he wouldn’t be able to reach custor support for even a basic inquiry.
’Is this dicine sohow ssing with my mind?’ The sense of paranoia surged tenfold.
Then his eyes caught the fading label below which was almost matching with color of jar.
Carefully peeling it back, he read: "Effect: semi-hard state up to 6 hours. Side effects: high sensitivity, possible delay in climax."
"The fuck is this crap..." he muttered. The label’s diagram showed semi-hard as "flexibly penetrable — not too rigid."
He clicked his tongue. "Tch. Whatever. Not my problem right now."
He dried off, wrapped a towel around himself, and headed to the wardrobe. Slipped into underwear, adjusting himself, then sat at the study table.
he picked up a fresh notebook and labeled it ’New Module’, then flipped halfway through before starting which was actual a little security trick as anyone picking it up by mistake would see only blank pages.
First chart, which was his own life’s tiline scribbled in shorthand, consisting of only key monts.
— Publicly branded a molester → Kicked from college.
— Joined yakuza → rose as a gang mber.
— Internal wars → family gone.
— Left gang → focused on coding.
— Japanese firm job → tipped to Chinese hackers.
— Double agent work → intel helped pull off HongKong Bank heist ($100B) with 3 partners/personal share $30B
— Borrowed ??50B from Japan → paid a few installnts, flipped into Korean gold stored in UK lockers.
— Face surgery → fake identity "Ryu Hayashi" → prepping UK passport.
— Busted during a private gig with a client → killed by her husband, Qualcomm CEO, possibly his husband leaked the identity.
In his Ryu alias, still sitting on $150M from dark-market hacking gigs. ’Note: Don’t touch until passport
et contact. Old accounts likely monitored by Chinese & Japanese agencies.’
Next chart: Rohit.
— Parents dead at 4 → adopted.— At 20, eligible for father’s ga company shares.
— At 11 Lakhs ??????, current money reserves in Akhil’s account.
— 10 thousand??????, monthly allowance.
— Good schools, but no major achievents. Just "Singhania" by na.
— Potential allies: Akhil’s family and now Ragini singhania.
He sighed as he looked at Rohit’s achievents. There were events of picnics and forging relations in his mind, but that ant nothing in the gas of the big to add specially.
For his plan, he began listing the people he already knew—starting with his bitchy cousins, whom he wanted to humiliate.
If he could conquer them, it would boost his standing in social circles.
Then there was his bossy sister, who treated him harshly because she believed herself the "true" Singhania. She needed a reality check, and winning her over could be useful in entering his ga company.
Since another sister was already married into another business family, so he marked it— ’for later’ as its connection can be used, once explored later.
Then ca his strict, adopted mother—Ragini, soone he had surprisingly reached an understanding with, and even fallen in subtle love with.
Here, he hesitated. The thought of using her for his plans made him feel conflicted, now. Perhaps his instincts were interfering.
Still, he reminded himself that if he could win her over, it would strengthen his position against the Singhanias and connect him to her maternal family, the Ambujas, who owned a 30% stake in the entire family’s holdings.
There were side objectives as well, but the imdiate priority was Mrs. Singhania, followed by the twin cousins. His sisters could wait.
His chest ached when he wrote about Mrs.Singhania , so he marked it as ’dependable,’ to be decided later, wanting to confirm whether it will be until his interest or take seriousy as long ti companion. Anyways he is going to et her sooner.
After that, he shifted to his school plan—dealing with the imdiate problems of Akhil’s video and the issues involving Harsha, Victor, dean and the principal. Yes, dean was the main villain who was associated with harsha and other gangs directly and controlled everything from behind the scenes.
No one has known him for real except the fact that he is one of the biggest investor of this school. He would try to et him on his next school visit but it will take a week for so.
He realized he would need Windows OS for the next phase of hacking, since a clean root ID was essential and Apple’s iOS was harder to crack. Even though it’s doable but ti and effort wont be worth it when he has money in his pocket.
That ant getting an Android phone had to be added to his list.
The thought reminded him that he still had the phone numbers of all the high school students.
To hack them, he needed to get them to click on a specific link generated by specialized programs, which were already stored as plugins in his old cloud. All he had to do was download them, sothing that could be easily masked Ip technique using Android.
However, even after resolving all this, he would still need the user’s permission to get the link clicked, and that could be handled using his old trick.
First, he powered on his desktop, opened Picaso AI, and generated several model images based on the North Indian diaspora.
After selecting two or three, he compared angles and aspect ratios before settling on one image—an 18-year-old, busty Kashmiri girl posing for a picture in the highlands, surrounded by mountain scenery, wearing a mix of modern and traditional clothes.
Next, he ran it through a text-to-video AI, transforming it into clips of her dancing and standing in scenic wooden house on mountain top, with more focus on her alluring figure.
After making custom edits in a video tool, he created a fresh Stargram account and uploaded the videos.
"Done," Rohit muttered as he clicked upload.
The seeds had been sown. The next ga would begin once he would buy his new phone.
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