After an intense period of investing, acquiring companies, and setting global trends, Shivraj decided to take a break from his rapidly expanding empire. He had been dealing with tech giants, managing billions, and building a future like no other. Now, it was time to unwind. That evening, he headed to one of New York's most exclusive high-end clubs. The ambiance was classy—dimmed golden lighting, soft jazz playing, and a clientele consisting of A-listers and billionaires alike.
As he walked in, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit with a blue silk shirt underneath, heads turned. His striking blue eyes, confident stride, and chiseled physique made him the center of attention immediately. He took a seat at the VIP lounge and ordered a glass of the finest whiskey.
To his surprise, just moments later, a familiar figure entered the club. Nicole Kidman—graceful, elegant, and radiating star power. She was accompanied by her assistant but soon broke away, looking for a quieter spot. Shivraj instantly recognized her.
Nicole's eyes met his, and a flicker of surprise crossed her face. She was used to being the most beautiful person in the room, but something about this man—his aura, confidence, and sheer presence—made her heart skip a beat.
Shivraj smiled and stood up, walking toward her. "Nicole Kidman?" he asked, offering a charming smile.
She smiled back, intrigued. "Yes, and you are?"
"Shivraj. Entrepreneur, investor… and tonight, a lucky man to have met you."
She laughed softly, amused and flattered. "Well, Shivraj, would you care to join me for a drink?"
"Only if you promise to let me take you to dinner after," he said with a wink.
Nicole raised an eyebrow, impressed by his boldness. "Deal."
They chatted at the bar, their chemistry crackling. Shivraj complimented her films, her elegance, and her wit. Nicole was surprised to find herself opening up to this mysterious billionaire. His knowledge, taste, and intelligence captivated her.
After a few drinks, Shivraj gently touched her hand. "Let's continue this night somewhere more private," he said.
Nicole hesitated for a heartbeat, then nodded. "Lead the way."
They left in one of Shivraj's Rolls-Royces, heading to a penthouse suite in a five-star hotel he had bought on a whim. The night that followed was passionate. Nicole was swept away by his strength, gentleness, and the way he made her feel cherished and desired.
When she awoke the next morning, sunlight poured in through the expansive windows. She turned her head and saw Shivraj stepping out of the bathroom in a white bathrobe, his eight-pack abs glistening slightly with moisture. His hair was damp, and his blue eyes locked onto hers with warmth.
"Good morning, beautiful," he said.
Nicole blushed. "You look like a Greek god."
Shivraj chuckled, walking over and sitting on the bed beside her. "And you look like the queen you are."
He leaned in, kissed her softly, and then said, "You're my woman now. You don't need to worry about anything."
Nicole's eyes widened slightly. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," he said, taking her hand, "I've already transferred $100 million to your account. Use it to buy any house you want. Furnish it, live like royalty. The rest of it, consider it your pocket money. If you ever need more, just call me."
Nicole was stunned. "That's… incredibly generous, Shivraj."
He smiled. "You're special. I take care of what's mine."
Before she could say more, there was a knock on the door. A professional-looking woman stepped in, accompanied by two men in black suits. "These are your personal bodyguards now," Shivraj explained. "You'll be safe no matter where you go."
Nicole sat there speechless. No man had ever treated her like this. Not just the money, but the protection, the care, the respect. She could feel herself falling for him fast.
The next week was like a dream. Shivraj took her shopping at the most exclusive boutiques, bought her a luxurious mansion in Beverly Hills, and even accompanied her to private dinners and romantic getaways. They laughed, talked about life, and explored the depths of their connection.
One evening, while they were walking by the beach during sunset, Nicole turned to him. "You've changed my life in a week."
Shivraj looked at her with sincerity. "And you've brought peace into mine. I don't usually take time off, but with you, I wanted to."
The media was already buzzing. Photos of Shivraj and Nicole surfaced, and rumors began to swirl. Paparazzi captured their dates, shopping sprees, and cozy moments. Headlines read:
"Who Is This Mysterious Billionaire with Nicole Kidman?"
"Nicole's New Man Spotted Showering Her with Gifts and Love"
The world was captivated by their romance. Fans speculated wildly. Some said he was royalty; others thought he was a tech magnate in stealth mode.
After a week of romance, Shivraj had to return to business. The world wasn't going to change itself. On their final morning together, he kissed her forehead. "I'll be gone for a while, but I'll never be far. Just call me."
Nicole nodded, holding his hand tightly. "I'll be waiting."
And with that, he left, leaving behind a woman who had experienced a whirlwind romance she would never forget, and a world eager to learn more about the mysterious tycoon who had taken it by storm.