"Politics isn't merely about power; it's about wielding influence with finesse, orchestrating the dance of nations on the world stage."
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Welcome to a tale that echoes through the luxurious enclaves of the capital to its very downtrodden streets.
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Khatri Estate
The perimeter was surrounded by guards positioned strategically to cover all angles of the expansive property. Armed and alert, they patrolled the grounds with military precision, their eyes scanning the area for any signs of disturbance.
All of a sudden, a convoy of cars approached the giant metal gates. Recognizing the vehicles, the guards swiftly swung them open.
One by one, sleek cars with opaque shields entered the horseshoe-shaped driveway, each vehicle parking within the high-rise carport.
One of the guards walked up quickly and opened the back door of the strikingly, luxurious Black Badge Ghost.
The first to emerge was Trayaksh, followed by Wahid from the front passenger seat.
Clad in tailored suit clinging perfectly to his broad shoulders, power and authority radiated from Trayaksh as he strode purposefully toward the grand entrance of the estate's largest mansion—a monolith dominating the sprawling land.
His presence demanded attention just by the way he walked—a man accustomed to bending the world to his will.
Yet, amidst the orchestrated chaos, his polished oxfords abruptly came to a halt.
His field of vision quickly becoming consumed by one singular figure.
High above on one of the balconies, the delicate form was a vision of grace, bathed in the soft glow of the morning sun.
Her golden hair caught the light as she held onto a watering can, tending to a flowerpot with gentle care.
Ananya.
His steely eyes softened imperceptibly.
That one sight was enough to stir the primitive urge within him—a possessiveness that bordered on obsession.
Like a joke, it successfully smashed all of his control to smithereens.
Wahid was trailing just a few steps behind Trayaksh when he saw his boss suddenly stop in his path. He followed the direction of Trayaksh's fixated gaze and found the cause.
With a swift sweep of his eyes, he observed that several guards on patrol and a handful of passing servants had also paused, seemingly puzzled by Trayaksh's uncharacteristic behavior—staring fixedly at his newly wedded wife.
