ITS_MSM
"Power taught him control. Innocence taught him obsession."
MLA Ranvijay Ajayrao Mohite-Patil was a name that carried weight across Maharashtra-young, calm, and ruthlessly composed. He stepped into politics wearing the legacy of his uncle, a deceased former Chief Minister, like armor. To the public, he was a saviour; to rivals, a storm that never missed its mark. Power had always obeyed him. People had too. Emotions never did-because he never allowed them to exist.
Until one interview.
At C. R. Karekar College, fate disguised itself as a routine interaction. Nandita Satyajit Ghorpade, just twenty, bright-eyed, brilliant, and first in her class, sat across him with a recorder and a fearless smile. She wasn't trying to impress him. She wasn't trying to charm him. And that was exactly what shattered his control.
With every question she asked, something within Ranvijay slipped-quietly, dangerously. What began as curiosity turned into attraction, and attraction spiraled into something darker, deeper. Obsession.
For the first time in 32 years, power bowed-not to politics, not to legacy-but to innocence.
And Nandita?
She thought it was just an interview.
Her questions still echo in his mind:
"Sir, do you believe power changes a person?"
"What did your uncle's legacy cost you personally?"
"If given a choice between ambition and love-what would you choose?"