Politician Stories

--- THREADS OF DESTINY Adithya Vara Prasad Reddy A name that sends ripples of fear through boardrooms and political circles alike. The owner of Reddy Industries, the center of every spotlight, and the future heir to a powerful political legacy. Cunning as a fox and commanding as a lion, Adithya knows how to win, whether in business or in life. Behind the cold exterior lies a man who protects what belongs to him with unwavering determination. Yashaswi Vedika Sharma A name rarely heard beyond the walls of her home. Gentle, quiet, and deeply introverted, Yashaswi prefers books over crowds and peace over attention. Sensitive yet stronger than she appears, her family is her greatest strength and her entire world. --- Scene; "Is the boy you met nice, ha? Tell me," Aditya asked. Adithya's voice was calm, but Vedika knew there was a storm hidden beneath that calmness. As he walked towards her, her heart began to race. Step by step, he closed the distance until she found herself trapped between him and the wall. "A-Adithya garu..." she stuttered, suddenly unable to meet his gaze. His eyes never left hers. "Call me bava," he said in a deep, husky voice near her ear. A shiver ran down her spine as she tried to steady her breathing. He lightly pinched her waist, pulling her out of her thoughts. "Bava!" she exclaimed, rubbing the spot, while he watched her with a small, knowing smile that only made her cheeks grow warmer. Mr Reddy ×Ms Sharma Reddy × Sharma Non-Vegetarian × Vegetarian Power × Simplicity Anger × Calm Spotlight × Shadows Possessive Hero × Gentle Heroine Two strangers. Two families connected by a forgotten past. One secret powerful enough to change everything. When destiny begins weaving their threads together, will love heal old wounds, or will family rivalry tear them apart before their story can even begin? Some bonds are never truly severed. They wait... to be rewritten. ✨

"I worship the floor you walk on " wala pyaar ~ 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓫 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓪𝓻 Grumpy×sunshine Minister×student Disciplined×Chaotic He fell first and didn't rise... Not your regular obsessive wala story Used the help of our very own ChatGPT

The entire state fears Chief Minister Veer Pratap Dahiya-a cold, rough Haryanvi leader with a short temper, a violent reputation, and zero patience for unnecessary people. Then enters Aarohi Sharma, a clumsy final-year CA student from Rishikesh who somehow crashes into his life... literally. Terrified of the CM, she unknowingly befriends his family, who hide their identity to keep her around. What starts as chaos, secrets, family bonding, and endless misunderstandings slowly changes everything. Because Veer falls first. And once a Haryanvi Jaat loves... Running away is no longer an option. ♥️ . . . . . . Credits: Chatgpt

She knew her job well-and she was passionate only about her work. Trinaya Jadeja, an uncompromising investigative journalist, had zero tolerance for corruption. She lived for the truth. And her biggest mission? To expose Swaraansh Chaudhary-the untouchable man everyone worshipped. To the world, he was the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh. A messiah of the masses. A symbol of power, integrity, and progress. But reality? Reality was far darker. Trinaya believed it would be easy. One explosive video. One bold move. And the truth would shake his empire. She was wrong. Because the moment that video surfaced... Swaraansh noticed her. And powerful men don't just notice. They claim. They trap. They destroy. What happens when the hunter becomes the hunted? What happens when Trinaya finds herself imprisoned-not just in his estate, but in his dangerous game of control, obsession, and secrets? And the most terrifying question of all- Will she expose him... Or will he break her first?

This is story about how rathore brothers unfold there stories and how someone just change them. A Grumpy Billionaire and his neurologist, on other side an upcoming CM and A Runaway Bride (Princess) , A Hot Bachelor and A mute Cutie. Read this how everyone have there own diffrent story. This Is my First Story so please support me.

What happens when two different backgrounds people fall in love. Rishiraj Singh Chaudhary One who shine like a sun in the field of politics, with strong connections and political roots. The one who is known for his ruthless decisions in politics and business, changes for the one girl the moment he saw her. Suprabha Poonia The girl who have to struggle to get the basic necessities in her life, like study and education, the one who thinks a lot, talks a lot but only with herself, starts to yap the moment she met him. Polititian x student Cold x shy Listener x talkative Rich x middle-class Open-minded x conservative He fall first and harder. Please give this book a try. #1 in greenflag 6/8/2026

...4 couple GURU AAKHI Mafia × Doctor Healer x Destroyer Dynamic "She walked into his world to save lives... and became the only life he couldn't afford to lose." RUDRADEV HEER Short Temper, Sharp Tongue Almost-Kiss After a Heated Fight "They weren't built to love-only to win... until losing to each other became their only weakness." DEVAKSH NANDINI Painter × Politician Reverse Age Gap She fought the whole world alone... until she met a man who never tried to fight her-only stood beside her. ADVAIT AKANSHI Sunshine Charmer x Insecure Introvert "You Deserve Better" vs "I Choose You" "She spent her life believing she was too little for the world... until he loved her like she was everything."

He ruled the college. She refused to bow. Arsh Singh Brar-the son of Punjab's Chief Minister. Feared by everyone, respected by many, and challenged by none. His name alone is enough to silence an entire campus. President of Student union. Mehar Thakur-a cheerful, bold, and spirited girl from the hills of Himachal Pradesh. Raised with simple values, she believes that respect is earned, not demanded. She has no interest in power, status, or popularity. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But when a fearless Pahadi girl crosses paths with the most influential boy on campus, egos clash, and every encounter turns into a battle of pride. Can love bloom between two hearts raised in completely different worlds? Or will power, politics, and family expectations tear them apart before they even get a chance? A story of love, rivalry, friendship, family, and finding home in the most unexpected person.

මුළු දේශපාලන ලෝකයක්ම බියෙන් සලිත කල, බලයෙන් සහ සල්ලිවලින් ඕනෑම සතුරෙක්ව දණගැස්වූ ශෙවෝන් අභිමාන් රාජ්වංශ. ඔහුගේ දැඩි හදවත කිසිදු ගැහැනියකගේ කඳුළකට හෝ සිනාවකට උණු වූයේ නැත. ඔහුට අනුව ආදරය යනු හුදෙක් දුර්වලකමකි. රාත්‍රියට ඔහුගේ කාමරයේ සිනාසෙන්නේ කවුද? ඇගේ ආත්මීය බැඳීම ඉදිරියේ මේ දේශපාලන යක්ෂයාගේ හදවත කෙලෙස උණුවෙයිද? akikaru panhida

Politician x Retired Army Officer Grumpy x Sunshine Vidyut and Risha. Vidyut is known for introversion and agression. Risha is charming and playful Two lives like night and day, completely opposite from each other. Their fate brings them together for each other. Let's see what happens when these two start living one life.

[ Book 1 of His Series] Alyra dreamed of writing her own story, one filled with hope, passion, and the freedom to chase her dreams. But when betrayal shatters her trust and society punishes her for someone else's sins, her world collapses. Forced into a marriage with Advait,a powerful, cold, and enigmatic man,she fears losing herself completely. Yet Advait is nothing like she imagined. Gentle, respectful, and unwaveringly supportive, he becomes her unexpected ally in a world that has always tried to silence her. As Alyra navigates fear, family pressures, and the weight of societal judgment, she discovers that love can be soft, trust can be earned, and strength can bloom even in the darkest circumstances. A story of heartbreak, courage, and a slow-burning romance where one woman learns that her dreams, and her heart, are worth fighting for. Note: This is purely a work of fiction, written for entertainment.

-slow burn -enemies to lovers -lgbtqia+ -crossover -Freddy Fazbear -Francois Legault

ʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ. ᴀ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ, ꜱᴘᴏᴋᴇɴ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴀ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴀ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴡꜱ ʙʀᴏᴀᴅᴄᴀꜱᴛ-ꜱᴏ ᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴꜱ ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀɪʀᴇᴅ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴏɴ. ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ. ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴀᴡ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ... ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Qᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ. ʏᴇᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʀᴏᴀᴅᴄᴀꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴ ᴜɴꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ, ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ʙᴏʀɴ. ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇɴ.

Money is power. And if you're not careful, you will become a slave to it.

This didactic critically condemns selfishness, greed, misuse of power, authority and privileges by leaders, family, friends, colleagues and so on. If you have some 'Self thinkers' viewing what you post or tweet; they need to see this poem. This might do a little changes to their acts.

- The Haveli She pushed open the heavy wooden door to their bedroom. She barely took one step inside before a hand-large, calloused, heavily ringed-clamped onto her waist from the shadows. She was yanked backward. The door slammed shut behind her. "Vikram," she breathed out. He spun her around, pinning her back against the wooden door. The room was dark, but his eyes were gleaming like a predator's. He was in a black silk kurta, his jaw locked so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek. "Neeche " Vikram's voice was a dangerous, heavy growl. "Un lukhon ke gelya ghani hass-hass ke baat kar ri thi aap?" Vani looked up at him, her heart doing a frantic flutter against her ribs, but she kept her voice light. "Woh toh bas aise hi... normal baat kar rahi thi main," Vani said, trying to sound completely unaffected. Vikram gently caught her hand, lifting it between them. His thumb pressed firmly against her dark mehendi, right over the spot where his identity was traced into her skin. "Bhul gayi ke kiska naam lagya se aapki mehendi mein?" Vikram asked, his voice dropping to a low, lethal whisper full of raw ownership. "Neeche sab dhoondh rahe honge mujhe... chaliye neeche," Vani whispered, placing her free hand on his chest to lightly push him, an obvious attempt to escape the overwhelming tension. "Shh." And before Vani could formulate a single thought, Vikram leaned down and captured her lips. It wasn't gentle. It was a deep, breath-stealing, intensely possessive kiss that consumed her completely, leaving no doubt in her mind-or his-about exactly who she belonged to. ------------------- But fires like this don't start in a single day. It started much earlier. It started on a completely normal afternoon, when a highly irritable, Ludo-obsessed girl from South Delhi looked at the most dangerous politician in Rohtak... and completely mistook him for a dhaba uncle.

Katha stood frozen. Then he said it. His gun still pointed at her. Quiet. Final. Deadly in its calmness. "Pyar kiya tha tumse kabhi isliye aaj jaane de rhe hain" "Agar kabhi dobara mere raaste mein aayi na..." A pause. His gaze locked on hers. Not warm anymore Not familiar. Completely gone. "...toh Adhrit nahi." Another pause. "Adhrit Singh Ranawat milega tumhe. Aur uske liye tum sirf ek naam hogi-ek yaad jo woh kab ka dafn kar chuka hoga," he said, voice stripped of everything familiar, like the last trace of warmth had been burned out of it. A pause. His eyes stayed on her-steady, unreadable, unrecognizable. "Ek stranger se zyada kuch nahi hogi tum," he continued, each word falling heavier than the last, "aur agar raaste mein aayi mere toh acche se jaanti ho kya anjaam hota hai hamare dushmano ka." The sentence didn't rise in anger. Like a verdict already passed. His hand moved sharply. And before she could even process it- he grabbed the pendant from his neck. The same pendant she had once placed there herself. Hands trembling slightly that day, smiling like she was sealing a promise only love could understand. He looked at it for half a second. Just half. Long enough for something to flicker across his face. Then his grip tightened. And he pulled it off. Katha's breath caught. "No-Adhrit, woh-" He didn't look at her when he spoke. "Tumne diya tha na?" he said flatly. A pause. Then colder- "Tumhara jhooth tumhe muba rakho." Before she could react- he threw it. Not gently. Not carelessly. But like discarding something that had no right to exist anymore. Read to find out what happens next 😉 Do follow for updates ❤️✨

Atara Rachedi is NOT your normal nineteen year old girl. She is an Assassin. With the world's crime rate having gone up more than 37% in the recent years; her job is to help the hopeless and to erase all those cruel people who inflict pain on others- those who can not defend themselves. World class terror groups, bank robbers and all skillful criminals are just part of her daily language. For Atara it's definitely not going to be easy, being a teenager in a secret non-governmental organisation. A heads-up : This was the first draft. Sorry for the mistakes.

Your mine!You're always been mine from the start!!!-??? ------------------------------------ Written by:Bluepeonix15 Language:Taglish