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Shaurya's POV:
"Yes, sir. Jaise aap chahenge, waise hi hoga. Abhi toh aaya hoon politics mein, sab aapse hi seekha hai."
Saying this, I cut the call and leans back against the seat, exhaling sharply. Huh. Ye bude log bhi na...
Being the youngest CM isn't easy. Ek taraf janta, ek taraf system, aur teesri taraf yeh budhe politicians. Na khud kuch karna hai, na kisi aur ko kuch karne dena hai. Agar unke tareeke se na chalo, toh dhamkiyan milti hain.
"Beta, abhi naye ho. Jitna bola ja raha hai, utna karo. Warna hata diye jaoge."
Hata denge? scoffs. Inhe kya lagta hai, mujhe sirf ye kursi chahiye? Mujhe poora system chahiye. Agar unki haan mein haan milani padegi, toh kar lunga. Par jo kaam yeh mujhe karne se rokenge, woh Kaala Darbar (black court) ke zariye anjaam milega.
Politics. Ek khel hai. Inke khoon mein shatranj basi hai. Budget ka mudda aaye, toh hawa mein uda dena. News gayab karke Hindu-Muslim pe divert kar dena. Aur hamari janta? Masoom ya bewakoof? Joh bhi bolo, jo dikhao wohi sach maan leti hai.
Rules sirf aam aadmi ke liye hote hain. Jinhone banaye, wahi sabse pehle todte hain. Par mujhe system ke against jaake nahi, usko apne control mein laake jeetna hai.
My fingers tapped against the steering wheel, gaze locked on the road ahead. Waqt badal raha hai. Abhi tak inke ishaare par chalta aaya hoon, par jald hi poora system mere ishaare pe chalega.
("Yes, sir. It will be done exactly as you want. I just entered politics, and I've learned everything from you."
Saying this, Shaurya cuts the call and leans back against the seat, exhaling sharply. Huh. These old men...
Being the youngest Chief Minister isn't easy. One side is the public, the other side is the system, and then there are these old politicians. They don't want to do anything themselves, nor do they let anyone else make a change. And if you don't follow their ways, they start throwing threats.
"Kiddo, you're still new. Just do as you're told, or you'll be removed."
Remove me? scoffs. Do they really think all I want is this chair? I want the entire system. If I have to play along with them for now, I will. But the things they stop me from doing... I'll get them done through Kaala Darbar.
Politics. It's all a game. These men have deception running in their veins. When there's a budget crisis, they wipe it under the rug. Erase real issues and divert everything toward religious conflicts. And the public? Are they innocent or just fools? Whatever you show them, they believe.
Rules are only for the common people. The ones who create them are the first to break them. But I don't want to fight the system-I want to control it.
My fingers tapped against the steering wheel, his gaze locked on the road ahead. The tides are changing. Until now, I had played along with their rules, but soon, the entire system would move at his command.)
I exhaled deeply, gripping the steering wheel as I drove down the empty road. Silence. That's why I had chosen this area for my underworld dealings. No unwanted eyes, no unnecessary attention-just darkness and solitude.
My phone suddenly rang, breaking the stillness. Veer, displaying on the screen.
I picked it up, pressing it against my ear. "Hello?" But the voice on the other end was muffled.
"Shaurya... can you hear me?"
The network was terrible. I frowned, pulling the car to a stop and stepping out.
"Hello? Hello? Can you hear me now?", frustration creeping into my voice. Damn this network.
Just as I was about to turn back, something caught my eye. A flicker of movement. So faint that anyone else would have missed it.
But not me.
Years in the mafia had trained me to notice the unnoticed, sense what others ignored. My eyes scanned the darkness, searching for the source.
At first, there was nothing. Just the eerie stillness of the night. But when I looked down-
My world tilted.
A girl. Lying there. Bruised. Bleeding. Barely breathing. Her clothes were torn, her body covered in wounds, jagged stones digging into her skin.
Yet-she wasn't crying.
A small, fragile smile lingered on her lips. A smile that didn't belong on someone so broken.
My body refused to move. My mind screamed, Help her! Take her to the hospital! Save her!
But my legs felt frozen, feet moved back instead of forward.
For the first time in a long time, I felt powerless.
Then, suddenly-her smile faded. Replaced by shock and sadness.
I frowned. Why?
Wasn't she supposed to be happy? That finally after enduring this much pain someone has came to help her?
"Arey, pagal, she's scared!" my subconscious scoffed at my confusion.
Of course, she was terrified. Of me.
I looked around for something-anything-to cover her up, to make her feel safe.
"Your coat, idiot!" my subconscious snapped again.
Yes. My coat.
Without a second thought, I shrugged off my coat and carefully wrapped it around her fragile form. My voice, usually laced with authority, softened.
"I won't hurt you. I'll save you. Just... hold on a little longer."
But she wasn't listening.
My grip tightened around her fragile body, my mind racing. She was shaking her head, weakly, desperately. Why?
Her trembling hands struggled to come together, a silent plea.
My chest clenched at the sight. She was begging.
"Don't worry... I'll save you," he reassured her, his voice softer than it had ever been. "You don't have to request, just hold on a little longer."
But she didn't stop.
Her head kept moving in silent defiance. Her fingers, bruised and barely able to move, still tried to fold in prayer.
Then it hit me. Like a punch to the gut.
She wasn't pleading to be saved.
She was begging him to let her go.
To leave her.
To let her die.
A strange numbness washed over me. The girl in my arms wasn't fighting for life-she was surrendering to death.
"No... you cannot give up," I whispered, my voice thick with desperation. "You have to fight, just a little more. Please... I will save you." my hold on her tightened as if trying to keep her soul from slipping away. "Please, don't give up..."
But her body betrayed his words.
Her bruised eyelids fluttered before closing, her breath faint.
"No... No, no, no!" panicked, shaking her gently. A wave of helplessness crashed over me. I had seen death before, but this time, it felt different-personal.
And then-my phone rang.
Snapping out of my trance, I fished out the shattered device from beside her. Veer.
"Kahan hai bhai? Kabse call kar raha hoon-"
"Shut up and listen carefully!" my voice was sharp, frustration spilling over. "Make the operation theater at Kaala Darbar ready. Call the female doctor. NOW."
Without waiting for a response, I cut the call.
This girl wasn't dying. Not tonight. Not in my arms. _____________________________________________________________________________________
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