"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
Ananya's heart raced as she stood by the car, staring at Trayaksh's indifferent back.
The excitement that had surged through her upon seeing him had long been evaporated, replaced by a gnawing sense of frustration and confusion.
What just happened?
Her mind was buzzing with questions.
Why did he look at me like that?
Why did he just turn away?
Just a week ago, he had been giving her nicknames, making promises, and hanging on her every word and touch. Now, he seemed as distant as a stranger.
Did I do something wro—No, it can't be something I did. I've been the same as always.
But then what...?
Her pulsed quickened as she replayed that night over and over in her mind.
For the past week, she had been obsessing over their moments together, cursing him for disappearing without a word. She had decided that when he came back, she wouldn't talk to him. She had imagined various scenarios—him calmly explaining himself or apologizing like he had on their reception night. She expected him to treat her with the same tenderness, to make her feel secure again.
But now that he was back, she anticipated many things—but this?
Nahi. Bilkul bhi nahi.
(No. Absolutely not.)
Her mind kept going back to that night, trying to figure out what she might have missed.
He had been so tender, so attentive—yet now, his cold indifference felt like a cruel mockery.
She was struggling to reconcile the Aksh she knew—the one who had treated her with such unprecedented tenderness just a week ago—with the man who had now ignored her..
The truth was, Ananya had never had anyone treat her as gently as Trayaksh had. Not even Hema Ma or Meenal had given her that level of attention.
And she had come to rely on his affection.
Grown accustomed to it.
Became selfish.
Trayaksh....he had been the first person to treat her in such a way that, for the first time ever, Ananya wanted to depend on someone.
