New Light on India's Plight
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Last published Tue, Jul 22, 2025
What ails India' has been the subject matter of the left-lib right-wing tussle for long, what with the cynics chipping in, in between. However, the right-wing assault on the left-lib 'Idea of India', facilitated by Narendra Modi's nationalist rise in the Indian political firmament, has only increased the intensity of the scrimmage. Be that as it may, this is to throw a new 'right' light on India's 'left' plight that has been Bharat's bane, for a fresh look at it.
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power ke neeche pyar(BL)
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𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐛𝐨 ✅
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐯 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. * Both prodigies. Both toppers. Both fiercely ambitious. Rivalry was inevitable for Anamika Mathur and Aarav Dixit. From heated debates in college classrooms to competing for the top spot, their animosity was the talk of the campus. But beneath the fiery clashes, was there a trace of friendship-or perhaps something deeper they never dared to admit? Years later, fate pulls them back together, no longer students but masters of their craft, each at the peak of their medical careers. As their paths cross again in the halls of a bustling hospital, old tensions resurface-but so do the unspoken feelings buried beneath their rivalry. Will their reunion reignite the spark they once denied, or will their enmity burn brighter than ever? || Nafrat ki raahon se, mohabbat ki manzil mili Dil ke andheron mein, roshni ki mehfil mili Jo zakham thay gehre, woh marham ban gaye Jo nafrat ke thay qisse, woh kahani ban gaye || Dive into Saibo (Beloved) to uncover a story of rivalry, connection, and second chances.Complete
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Time Warp Shenanigans
What happens if one of Jaddu's weird Jamnagar tales comes to be true and you can actually time travel!! Well Virat doesn't believe him and decides to try it out himself and guess what happens? Yeah the 2025 and 2009 Virat have time travelled and exchanged lives!!! So now the older Virat is stuck in 2009 with the people who he calls his family but them in 2009 don't even know him yet so he is with his people but still isn't you see what I am saying? And the younger Virat has landed in 2025 and has given the juniors a shock of their life to see him that way well he may open his loudmouth and get the elder Virat in trouble which Rohit will try his best to prevent.
❝Bhoot pisach nikat nahi aavey, Mahavir jab naam sunavey...❞ It was late at night, when I heard a knock on the window. I froze hearing the knock. Slowly, I got up from my study table and tiptoed toward my bed, trying to decide if I should check the window. But something told me not to, so I climbed on the bed instead. I'm not opening that window. I know how in horror movies, the main character hears some creepy noise and runs straight towards it. Like hello? do they not care there could be a whole-ass ghost waiting to jump on them? Another knock. I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping the blanket tightly. If this is how I die, I swear I'm haunting the ghost back. I was on the verge of running to wake up my parents when I heard a sneeze and then... my name whispered slowly. "Pratiksha." It clicked in an instant. Oh god! I shot up from the bed, hurriedly unlocking and opening the window. Before I could even react, he tumbled through and fell directly on the floor with a thud. I gasped in shock, half laughing but also panicking at the sight of him in my room. "How did you-" I started to ask, but he quickly clamped his hand over my mouth. I stared at him. He leaned in closer and whispered, "Don't make noise, or we'll both be in trouble." What. Is. Happening. ~~~ If overthinking was a sport, she would have won every time. He, on the other hand, one moment, he was the smoothest guy around. The next, he was doing something completely silly just for fun. Together, they were like a perfect mess. But a twist of destiny tore them apart. Six years later, they met again, the love that once bloomed was now buried under layers of hatred, from both sides. Could they move past the hurt, the anger and the six years that had turned them into stranger?
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