Politician Stories

Palak has just begun a new chapter of her life. She leaves her hometown in Rajasthan and moves to Delhi to pursue her dream of becoming a doctor. Cheerful, talkative, and warm-hearted, Palak quickly becomes someone people naturally feel comfortable around. Her innocent charm and endless chatter brighten every room she walks into. But adjusting to a new city is not as simple as she expected. Rudraansh Yash Pratap Singh-Chief Minister of Rajasthan, royal heir, and secretly the feared mafia king Leo-is a man no one dares to cross. Cold, powerful, and ruthless, he controls a dangerous empire. A man who trusts no one, believes in nothing, and never lets emotions weaken him. Until Palak unknowingly enters his world. Rudraansh doesn't understand why he cannot stay away from her. But one thing is certain- The darkness surrounding them is growing closer. And it wants Palak.

Meet Meera Chowdhury (26) By profession she is a teacher . Daughter of a renowned business man . Currently living in New York . Her family never gave much importance to her , the reason ? every much unknown to her . Meet Vihaan Singhania Eldest son of Viraj Singhania , Ex CEO of Singhania INC By profession he is a politician. Has huge responsibility on his shoulder . What happens when both of their life collides with each other ? Let us find out ! Eldest son x Youngest Daughter Age Gap politician x teacher grumpy x sunshine

මන් මේ දේවල් කිව්වට ඔයාට මාව ඇහෙනවද මැනික ම්ම්...මන් උබට ආදරේ කලා...ඒත් මන් කොහොමද බං මගෙ කාලකන්නි ජීවිතේට උබව ඇදලා ගන්නේ...මට සමාවෙයං...අනේක වාරයක් සමාවෙයං..මන් නිසායි උබට මෙහෙම වුනේ...අනේ එක පාරක් මන් දිහා බලපන් ඒ ආදරේ විතරක්ම පිරුන ඇස් වලින්...අනේ...මට..මට වාවන්නෑ බං...මාව පිච්චෙනවා බං...මට මෙහෙම කරන්න එපා... --ආදරේ දැනෙන්න දෙන්න, දැනෙන්න විඳින්න...හන්ගලා ආදරේ දෙන්න තරම් මේ ලෝකේ අපිට කාලය ඉතුරු වෙලා නෑ...ඒ නිසා හිතට දැනුන කෙනාට ආදරේ දෙන්න...ආයෙත් මුකුත්ම බලාපොරොත්තු නොවීම--

Landon Miller is the son of a state representitive, a promising football talent, and has a tightly knit group of friends. But as is so often the case, life isn't that simple. His brother is heading off to college next year and his father is about to debut on the national stage, thrusting the life of his family into the spotlight. Neither of these are top of Landon's mind, however, for he has a secret, one that his conservative parents are not going to like.

They think she's just a wife, a mother, a calm face in a storm. They don't see the queen pulling the strings behind the scenes. Sinomtha Dlamini has one rule: stay three steps ahead... And anyone who crosses her will pay.

This is a ramble jamble of my views, thoughts and opinions. If you are religious or a conservative, this will most likely offend you. Feel free to read or ignore. It's your choice! The later posts focus less on my opinions and more on events in my life, and poems about how I feel. Kinda like a little lookie-loo into my life, a diary I guess? Anyways, enjoy!

This is a story about a guy who found love through hate. What happens when the governor's rebel son falls in love? A lot of things. But you can have the pleasure of finding out for yourself.

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝘁 -𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗿 ☆.｡.:* 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐇𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐗 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐄𝐄𝐓 ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ●○●○●○●○●○● TROPES: ✧Slow burn ✧Forbidden romance ✧Love at first sight ✧He fell first and harder ●○●○●○●○●○● 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐡𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲. Not in a house where love felt like protection, and dreams were quietly caged. She was the perfect daughter...soft-spoken, graceful. But no one ever listened. Until one midnight... someone did. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐃𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲. The ex-CEO turned politician-in-making had only promised a few months in the pind. He had plans. Borders. Boundaries. But all of it crumbled with just a moment, just a face. ●○●○●○●○●○● 𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙎𝙀: I fixed the bedsheet, nose scrunching as I placed the pillow. "Apne aap nu ki samajhde ne? Neta ne taan har thaan apni hi chalaunge?" I muttered, loud enough for someone to hear. "Who's my sardarni talking to like that?" He said from behind, teasing me. "Bhoot naal, karlo aap vi," I replied, rolling my eyes as I sat on the bed. He chuckled as he suddenly jumped on the bed and lay down beside me like he had every right. "You'll sleep on the couch. Main yaha soungi. Hatiye." "Hata kar dikhaiye," Before I could react, he pulled me under him and rested his head on my chest. "𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡" he muttered.

Poetry about SEEKING LIFE--- some about how Fucked Up our world is.

Power gathered in one hall. Only one walked out dead-yet everyone became a suspect. A grand assembly of kings, ministers, and influential power-brokers was meant to display unity. Instead, it birthed a corpse and a conspiracy. No weapon. No eyewitness. Just a body on the floor and a room full of liars. Whispers spread faster than truth. Allegiances begin to rot from the inside. Every nod hides resentment, every oath masks ambition. The murder wasn't an accident-it was a move. And in the shadows stands Udhav, the Mad Lion King of the Underworld. He doesn't chase crowns-crowns bend out of fear. He watches, waits, and lets panic do the bleeding for him. But there is someone else-an unnamed presence. A mysterious figure no one sees clearly, but everyone feels. The kind of threat that moves without footsteps and strikes without being noticed. Some think he's a myth. Others think he's already in the room. "Sovereignty" is a tale of silent wars, secret puppeteers, and power dressed in betrayal-where the dead don't speak, but their absence screams. "Sovereignty" isn't about who holds the throne- It's about who decides when it burns.

"Everything is has Good and Bads, God does not create the perfect things" -Me Request everything. like Fandoms, Actors (or Actresses), Celebrities, TV shows, Movies, Fictional Characters and Even Politicians (You might offended)

Highest rank #24. July 20, 2016. My very own composed poem's (credited from my lovely friends, don't worry I'll mention them), a very low messages hidden in every words of my own master piece (credited). I wish everyone will understand coz it's so easy and will not judge the way it is. Thanks a lot! (Sorry if you get disappoint) : No Copy paste! : No Plagiarism! : No Follow/Plug! : Just read and respect, everyone has their thoughts and perceptions! : I'm not perfect, no one rather except our God.

Will try to update as often as possible. You can suggest topics! Not everything will do with major world problems! Feel free to debate. But, I have all rights to add what you said into my book while answering your questions(s) and/or complaints.

trumpy poo and y/n.... 🥺🥺

𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩: (𝙖𝙙𝙟) 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙮, 𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚; 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜. ❝ Like an evanescent bubble, this master thief will disappear right before your very eyes. ❞

This is a collection of poems written for entertainment, recreation and as a means of time-pass if you want to. I also wrote it for fun, hope you too like it.

My first little thing

Xyrone Sanchez, Alita Guevarra, Detective Henry Ramirez and some of their colleagues decides to join force to uncover the truth behind those what happened behind those crimes which was executed by an unknown archenemy.

What would you do if one of your loved ones vanished one fine day as if they never existed? Vinita is a diligent and honest journalist, working at one of the finest news channels in India. She loves her work, spends quality time with her family, and her best friend. She also secretly has a boyfriend. Life is good, she wouldn't want anything else. Until one day she wakes up, and her boyfriend goes missing as if he never existed. With no traces left behind. How far would she go to find him?

The bitter led yet victorious journey of a girl child who was determined to get her own education at a highly patriarchal society in the early 20th century n later became the 1st female MLA of Manipur n became the 1st female feminist as well.