Amartya Suryadev Shetty despises change, feelings, and giving away even an ounce of his power.
"Love cripples you, and renders you useless." He says.
Billionaire dream of the ladies, Amartya wants to dedicate his life to his family, his assassinate...
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"Change is the only constant if what you build is precarious."
Amartya SuryaDev Shetty stirred minds and challenged banal thought processes during his speech at the London Business School, where he had been invited as the chief guest for the annual business meet. The twenty-eight-year-old, soon to be twenty nine, looked not one day older than twenty-five, and yet, his maturity and regality spoke volumes, just with the way he entered the grand auditorium.
He caused necks to snap and eyes to follow his lead, as he walked towards the podium. Not to mention, the women felt mesmerized, and the men felt intimidated, but in a way that made them think out of the box. Mr. Shetty, dressed in a long camel brown coat, a marron muffler accentuating his tall built, looked like he had just walked out of a business meeting where he had signed deals worth millions of dollars, which he had.
As one of the youngest self-made millionaires, Amartya Shetty was here to inspire and guide younger minds. "I am not a big fan of change-" He said, "-But I love innovation with solidity." Respected professors and even the dean, were keen on listening to what the young gentleman had to say about business and invention.
"One of my latest projects is going based upon how can we inspire children from a very young age. My dream is to create a program and further an institution where scientists, artists, mathematicians are born, and no child feels lesser than the other, for he or she would have ample faith in their own capabilities."
The crowd seemed to have understood the assignment. Nobody wanted his speech to come to end, but it did and with one simple quote, Amartya had made a place in hundreds of hearts present in the palpable environment.
"We all have a gift, the sooner we realize, the greater impact we can thus make on the world we are a part of. So let's stop loving something you clearly don't and stop trying to change yourself, for you are worth everything with the talents you have."
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His muffled screams did little to puddle Amartya's heart. Veer rolled his eyes at the drama the man had been pulling in front of the two, as he thrust the revolver deeper into his mouth. Amartya had been watching the man wither under his watch for the last two minutes, he threw a vague glance at his diamond-studded Rolex, before he gestured Veer to lower down the gun. The man coughed out, wheezing and gasping for air, throwing up spit as his lungs grew more desperate for air.
"Dude, he doesn't like to use words." Veer leaned down against the man's ear, adding to his sobs.
"I'll-I'll I'll tell you-"
"Amartya hovered against his parted legs as the man gulped down the lump in his throat. Sitting under a dimly lit bulb, the only source of light in the room, Amartya's facial features glistened, and highlighted, making him look sinfully beautiful.
