"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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Ananya was deep in conversation with Luv, their voices blending with the soft hum of the party.
"Anu Bhabi!"
Ananya turned, her face lighting up with a smile. "Dhara!"
Dhara approached, her excitement evident. "Chaliye, mujhe aapko kisi se milana hai!" Then she noticed Luv, her smile faltering slightly as she recognized him.
(Come on, I would like you to meet someone!)
If Luv noticed her hesitation, he gave no sign of it.
Ananya glanced between Dhara and Luv. "Excuse me, Mr. Chauhan."
Luv nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips, though his eyes lingered on her a moment longer.
Watching her leave, Luv started to follow, but his phone buzzed with an incoming call.
He stopped, pulling out his phone, and frowned at the unknown number on the screen.
"Hello?" he answered, his voice edged with curiosity.
There was only silence on the other end.
He waited, his gaze shifting towards Ananya and Dhara, who were already walking away. Frowning deeper, he spoke into the void, "Hello? Is someone there?"
From the shadows, Wahid watched with dark eyes, keeping Ananya in his sights as he silently disconnected the call. Without making a sound, he slipped back into the crowd, his movements precise and ghostly, mirroring his master's obsession.
When Luv heard the line go dead, his perplexity deepened.
He lowered his phone and stared at the screen. The empty call left him unsettled, a stark contrast to the friendly interaction he'd just had with Ananya.
"Your curiosity is quite a spectacle, isn't it?"
Luv turned sharply at the sound of the dark, menacing voice.
Trayaksh emerged from the shadows, his presence like a looming storm, cold fury etched in every step. His eyes burned with a mix of jealousy and possessiveness, each movement radiating a graceful menace.
Had it been anyone else, their confidence would have shattered at the mere sound of his voice. But this was Luv Pratap Chauhan—his political rival, standing toe to toe with him in the fierce battle for the Prime Minister's seat.
As their gazes clashed, the weight of their history hung in the air—heated debates, ruthless tactics, and the constant struggle for dominance.
Luv's voice was steady when he spoke. "Trayaksh, I was—"
