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15 Temmuz 2022, 23:22
I was brought up in an ordinary middle class family. My father was a civil servant and my mother was a homemaker. I was an average student until I began studying Computing. My mind just worked in this field like I was on a drug or in the Matrix. I understood everything about it and I had a hunger to learn unlike my other subjects.
It was while I was at University I was looking for part time jobs to help me pay for my expenses. I entered on a scholarship but my parents did not have a lot of spare money to send me. My father also believed in working hard.
It was while working in odd jobs to make ends meet that I had an idea for an app. The JobDay app was created while I was still a student.
That app made me my first million dollars. I created the first multi-million dollar tech company in India. I was fortunate that I patented my designs and I was able to make my fortune.
I was never made for the world of big business and I always thought I would have an ordinary life working a simple job after I complete my studies.
The money distanced me from my friends. My fiancé who I had known since I was a poor student was becoming obsessed with the money around me and she always wanted the newest and shiniest thing.
I was never comfortable with money and preferred a simple life.
It was during this time of disillusionment that I received a billion dollar offer for the company. I was looking for a way out of this world and I saw the offer as a way of escaping this nightmare.
I understand I seem ungrateful complaining about success and wealth but I saw it as a curse.
I accepted the offer without thinking of the consequences or consulting any of my close friends or family. I never told them about the figures but simply said I was going to take a break.
It was a shock to my fiancé. Rani had grown accustomed to my wealth and when I told her I was going to be putting her on a budget she was not pleased. The relationship was not working between us as our thoughts on the world had become very different over the last few years. She became infatuated with the world of the rich whereas I never felt like I fit in. She loved buying everything designer and expensive art but I never saw the appeal in this world. She also had plastic surgery to enhance her breasts and reshape her nose. I liked her the way she was and I did not like the new person she was becoming.
It was not long after that she left me for another tech entrepreneur. Frankly, I was relieved to have the freedom.
I moved out of the polluted and hectic big city. I had bought my parents a large spatial property in their ancestral village so they could retire. I went to live with them for a few months as I cleared my thoughts.
It was a simpler life and I was able to enjoy the fresh air without feeling the rush of the big city. I enjoyed my mother's home cooked food and just the simple village life.
I always wondered why my parents wanted to live here when I offered to buy them a home anywhere in the world. I went to the village and saw the lives of ordinary people outside of the big city.
My father introduced me to a friend of his whose son was really intelligent but he did not have the money to send her to university. I knew then that these were the type of people that needed my help the most.
I set up a scholarship scheme for young people from poor backgrounds. I began other projects to improve the water quality in small towns and villages.
As my work continued I found myself happier with myself but I found myself becoming more withdrawn from women in normal life. It was always at the back of my mind that women were only interested in my wealth. I wanted to meet someone who did not know who I was or did not care about my money or shared my interest in helping others.
My friends and even parents tried to set me up with women but after a few dates it would always turn to money. They were always interested in how much I sold the company for and what my net worth was or how I was making my money now. I just wanted to talk about movies and general things in my life but I could not escape who I was.
I was reviewing the applications for the scholarship personally. I wanted to ensure the right people were getting the money. Everyone was vetted and they had to write an essay explaining why they needed the scholarship.
I had selected 10 applicants but one essay I kept going back and reading again. It was from Anya Malik, she had a simple story but the way she wrote it gave me an insight into her character and there was an innocence in her words.
I was able to find her Facebook and her profile picture was her smiling shyly with a flower in her hair and this is where my obsession started. That night I went through her pictures. She was shy and did not post often. I came back to the picture with the flower in her hair.
It had an innocence to it. Her hair rounded her beautiful face. I admired her beauty and became harder than ever before. I imagined her succulent bahis şirketleri (http://www.hemeteam.com/) lips around my dick. I loved that she did not wear makeup and had a sweetness to her. I found myself beginning to stroke my hard dick like never before.
After I came I cleaned up, not knowing what had come over me. I had to put these ideas away. This was no way to behave towards an applicant.
Over the next couple of months I would check in on Anya's application but I stopped myself from transgressing like that again.
She was studying software development and her early reports suggested she was doing well. It was then that she sent a letter to say thank you as she would not have had the opportunity without our support and this convinced me that my idea of her was correct. It made me want to meet her and get to know her but there was absolutely no way I could do this.
I often received invitations to speak at University's as a guest lecturer. I usually declined these invitations as I hated the Q
It was while I was at University I was looking for part time jobs to help me pay for my expenses. I entered on a scholarship but my parents did not have a lot of spare money to send me. My father also believed in working hard.
It was while working in odd jobs to make ends meet that I had an idea for an app. The JobDay app was created while I was still a student.
That app made me my first million dollars. I created the first multi-million dollar tech company in India. I was fortunate that I patented my designs and I was able to make my fortune.
I was never made for the world of big business and I always thought I would have an ordinary life working a simple job after I complete my studies.
The money distanced me from my friends. My fiancé who I had known since I was a poor student was becoming obsessed with the money around me and she always wanted the newest and shiniest thing.
I was never comfortable with money and preferred a simple life.
It was during this time of disillusionment that I received a billion dollar offer for the company. I was looking for a way out of this world and I saw the offer as a way of escaping this nightmare.
I understand I seem ungrateful complaining about success and wealth but I saw it as a curse.
I accepted the offer without thinking of the consequences or consulting any of my close friends or family. I never told them about the figures but simply said I was going to take a break.
It was a shock to my fiancé. Rani had grown accustomed to my wealth and when I told her I was going to be putting her on a budget she was not pleased. The relationship was not working between us as our thoughts on the world had become very different over the last few years. She became infatuated with the world of the rich whereas I never felt like I fit in. She loved buying everything designer and expensive art but I never saw the appeal in this world. She also had plastic surgery to enhance her breasts and reshape her nose. I liked her the way she was and I did not like the new person she was becoming.
It was not long after that she left me for another tech entrepreneur. Frankly, I was relieved to have the freedom.
I moved out of the polluted and hectic big city. I had bought my parents a large spatial property in their ancestral village so they could retire. I went to live with them for a few months as I cleared my thoughts.
It was a simpler life and I was able to enjoy the fresh air without feeling the rush of the big city. I enjoyed my mother's home cooked food and just the simple village life.
I always wondered why my parents wanted to live here when I offered to buy them a home anywhere in the world. I went to the village and saw the lives of ordinary people outside of the big city.
My father introduced me to a friend of his whose son was really intelligent but he did not have the money to send her to university. I knew then that these were the type of people that needed my help the most.
I set up a scholarship scheme for young people from poor backgrounds. I began other projects to improve the water quality in small towns and villages.
As my work continued I found myself happier with myself but I found myself becoming more withdrawn from women in normal life. It was always at the back of my mind that women were only interested in my wealth. I wanted to meet someone who did not know who I was or did not care about my money or shared my interest in helping others.
My friends and even parents tried to set me up with women but after a few dates it would always turn to money. They were always interested in how much I sold the company for and what my net worth was or how I was making my money now. I just wanted to talk about movies and general things in my life but I could not escape who I was.
I was reviewing the applications for the scholarship personally. I wanted to ensure the right people were getting the money. Everyone was vetted and they had to write an essay explaining why they needed the scholarship.
I had selected 10 applicants but one essay I kept going back and reading again. It was from Anya Malik, she had a simple story but the way she wrote it gave me an insight into her character and there was an innocence in her words.
I was able to find her Facebook and her profile picture was her smiling shyly with a flower in her hair and this is where my obsession started. That night I went through her pictures. She was shy and did not post often. I came back to the picture with the flower in her hair.
It had an innocence to it. Her hair rounded her beautiful face. I admired her beauty and became harder than ever before. I imagined her succulent bahis şirketleri (http://www.hemeteam.com/) lips around my dick. I loved that she did not wear makeup and had a sweetness to her. I found myself beginning to stroke my hard dick like never before.
After I came I cleaned up, not knowing what had come over me. I had to put these ideas away. This was no way to behave towards an applicant.
Over the next couple of months I would check in on Anya's application but I stopped myself from transgressing like that again.
She was studying software development and her early reports suggested she was doing well. It was then that she sent a letter to say thank you as she would not have had the opportunity without our support and this convinced me that my idea of her was correct. It made me want to meet her and get to know her but there was absolutely no way I could do this.
I often received invitations to speak at University's as a guest lecturer. I usually declined these invitations as I hated the Q