Vishwakarma.
The name wasn't new to Dhiviya.
She had first heard it in high school—whispered by teachers, printed in textbooks, flashed across news headlines.
A prodigy. A scientific revolutionist. A young genius who broke every record in history.
Back then, his name had been everywhere.
He was the boy who built AI models before turning 15. The youngest scientist to receive global recognition. The hidden mind behind world-changing technologies.
He was known as the modern Lord of Creation. That's why they named him Vishwakarma, after the divine architect, ancient Hindu God of Creation. Nobody knew his true name or his appearance.
But that's all he had ever been—a distant name. A legend. A figure people admired but never saw.
No one knew who he really was.
Until now.
Until this moment.
Dhiviya staggered back, her breath catching in her throat.
Her mind whirled, struggling to process it.
Her husband—the man who cooked breakfast for her every morning, who slept on an old, thin mattress in her small apartment—was Vishwakarma?
The world's richest man?
The genius behind modern AI?
How?
Her chest tightened. The weight of this truth was too much.
Her voice barely came out. "Did I… really marry such a man?"
Athavan remained silent, watching her carefully.
Her hands trembled as she whispered, "This is such a big secret… Why did you tell me?"
Athavan exhaled slowly, stepping forward. His gaze softened.
"You are my wife. If I don't believe you… who should I believe?"
Dhiviya's breath hitched. His words struck something deep inside her. She felt overwhelmed—not just by the truth but by his trust.
She wasn't sure if she was worthy of it.
Her emotions were tangled. Happiness? Fear? Doubt? A strange sense of guilt for ever underestimating him?
She had always thought of Athavan as mysterious, but now… she felt like she had only just begun to see him for who he truly was.
Athavan's voice pulled her from her daze.
"Actually, there's something else I need to tell you. I'm going to expose your uncle."
Dhiviya was already overwhelmed. She was still processing what he had just revealed, and now this?
"What about my uncle?" she asked, sensing that something grave was about to be revealed. Athavan's face was unreadable, but there was an intensity in his eyes that made her nervous.
"I'll summarize first. I'll explain in detail later. Your friends are waiting for us."
Dhiviya nodded, still shaken.
"Your father's business downfall was orchestrated by your uncle. His illness? Also linked to him. He's been scamming your family for years. You don't owe him anything. Your education was funded by an NGO scholarship, but he hid that fact from you and made your family believe they were indebted to him. He has committed numerous crimes. I've decided to take action against him. His company is going to shut down, and all of you will be jobless soon," Athavan explained, his voice steady.
Dhiviya felt like she was on a roller coaster. So much information in such a short time—her head was spinning.
She wanted to deny it. She wanted to trust her uncle.
But everything Athavan had told her so far… was proving to be true.
The man standing in front of her didn't just say things—he backed them up with evidence.
The proof of his wealth was in her pocket from day one. He had never hidden it. When she was in trouble, he didn't hesitate to call Malaysia's most expensive lawyer.
If he wasn't Vishwakarma, then who else could he be?
But then… was she really worthy of him?
"Calm down. Here's the plan: we'll have a family meeting tonight. I'll explain everything then about your uncle. For now, keep this card. I'm adding another RM2 million to the account. Take it as capital.
"Take it as a loan if that makes it easier for you," he interrupted. "Start your company. You have the right people with you. You and your team believe in each other's abilities—that's why you're sitting here after office hours, chasing a dream. We should control money, not let money control us." What you need is an opportunity. Take this opportunity, "
" Athavan said firmly.
He didn't wait for Dhiviya's response. He believed she would make the right choice. As he walked back to his seat, he pulled out his phone and transferred the RM2 million to the account.
Everyone at the café had been watching them. The tension in Dhiviya's reaction was evident, and now Athavan had returned to his seat, leaving her standing outside. The group tried to process what the couple had just discussed.
Dhiviya no longer looked uncertain. She looked ready.
The moment she stepped back into the café, her entire posture had changed.
She took a deep breath. She didn't even glance at Athavan as she faced the team.
"Everyone, I have something important to discuss," she said.
The group quieted instantly.
She met their eyes, one by one, before continuing.
"I don't know the full details yet, but Punitha and Shankar, you both saw my husband's influence at the police station that day. Sorry, Sanjana and Sanjay, I asked them not to tell you what happened. Now, my husband just told me that my uncle is involved in serious crimes and that Blue Valley is set to shut down."
"Are you serious?!" Sanjana exclaimed.
"What's going to happen to us? Damn, I just bought a house! How the hell am I going to pay my loans?" Shankar nearly roared in frustration.
Punitha ignored him and looked at Athavan. Hesitantly, she asked, "Sir, is this real?" Her tone had changed. She had seen his authority, she had seen his wealth—there was no more room for doubt.
"Relax, everyone. Just listen to what she has to say first, then you can decide," Athavan said calmly.
All eyes turned back to Dhiviya.
"There's something my husband said that made me think," Dhiviya began. "We're all here, after office hours, working on this tender submission. Why? Because we believe in each other's abilities. We trust in our skills. For the past two years, we've built Blue Valley into what it is today. From a small firm to a mid-level company, it's our hard work and effort that made it grow. And yet, our employer doesn't trust us enough to let us aim higher. That's why we're here, planning our own submission."
She let that thought sink in before continuing.
"What's the difference between our boss and us? They had money to start a company, and we didn't. The only thing we've been lacking is the right opportunity. Now, if I tell you that I have RM3 million funding to start our own company—who's with me?"
Silence filled the air. Everyone exchanged glances, the weight of the decision pressing on them.
Athavan stood up and walked out, leaving them to discuss among themselves. He leaned against the wall outside, looking up at the sky. "You were right, Mom. All she needed was the right opportunity. She's worthy of being my queen," he whispered.
A while later, Dhiviya and her friends emerged from the café. Their expressions had changed. There was no longer hesitation or uncertainty—only determination.
They now looked at Athavan with a newfound level of respect.
"Thank you for this opportunity. This is life-changing luck," Shankar said, his voice filled with gratitude.
Athavan shook his head slightly, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Luck is when opportunity meets preparation. You've all been preparing for this moment for a long time. I'm investing in people, not businesses."
His words struck deep.
This wasn't just about Dhiviya. Athavan wasn't offering them a handout—he was putting his faith in their abilities.
He believed in them.
A silent vow formed between the group. We cannot fail this man's trust.
Their eyes gleamed with determination, their spirits ignited.
Dhiviya watched them, feeling a strange warmth bloom in her chest. He made them believe in themselves with just a simple sentence.
But before she could dwell on it further, another thought quickly took over—her family.
She scanned the parking lot.
"Where did you park the car?" she asked, eager to speak with him alone about her uncle.
"There."
Athavan pointed across the road.
Dhiviya followed his gaze—and her expression immediately soured.
A pink BMW X5.
She turned to him, unimpressed. "You're joking, right?"
"When did I joke?" Athavan asked, taking out the car keys from his dhoti pocket. He hesitated for a brief moment, shifting his weight slightly as his fingers gripped the keys. For the first time, doubt flickered in his usually composed eyes. "Do you want to drive, or should I?"
Dhiviya narrowed her eyes at him, then back at the car. Out of all the colors, this is what he chose?
Even Athavan, despite his usual calm, felt a flicker of embarrassment.
Driving a pink car wasn't exactly the image he wanted to project.
He had chosen it because Dhiviya loved pink—just like most girls.
But now, standing here under the curious stares of passersby…
For the first time in his life, he wondered if he the great Vishwakarma had made the wrong choice.
The End.