" क्या cm पर लगे सभी इल्जाम सच है ?? क्या वो सच में औरतों की स्मगलिंग में शामिल है ?? अगर ऐसा है तो पार्टी प्रेसिडेंट cm के खिलाफ क्या एक्शन लेंगे ?? जानने के लिए बने रहे हमारे साथ।"

"Are the allegations against the CM true?? Is it true that he was involved in women's trafficking ?? If it is true, what action is the party president going to take against the CM?? Stay tuned to find out." Reporters' voices echoed outside the party office, creating chaos outside the party office and also creating havoc inside.

Where there is so much chaos outside the office, there's complete silence spread inside. The atmosphere was extremely tense. All eyes were settled on the man sitting in front of them, who was a well-known face in the politics of Mumbai.

Mrityunjay Thakur, the most known name in the party, cm of Mumbai, remained unbothered despite everyone staring at him. Leaning back on his chair, eyes closed, legs stretched out on the table in front, he puffed on his cigarette without care. Looking at his face, no one could guess what was going on in his mind.

" मृत्यंजय हम सब यहां सच जानने के लिए इकट्ठा हुए है। ना कि तुम्हे फ़ुर्शत से सिगरेट के कश लगते हुए देखने।"

"Mrityunjay, we are all gathered here to know the truth, not to watch you leisurely puff on your cigarette," the party president finally broke the silence, unable to hold back any longer.

He couldn’t understand how this 30-year-old man could remain so calm even after everything that had happened. He had been accused of a major scam, with evidence surfacing against him. While his name, his career, his status everything was at stake.

" तो मुझे मत देखिए , अपना काम कीजिए , आखिर सब आपके फैसले का इंतजार कर रहे है।"

"Then don’t look at me. Do your job. After all, everyone is waiting for your decision," Mrityunjay replied nonchalantly, completely ignoring the president’s remarks.

" फैसला , कैसा फैसला , क्या तुम अपनी सफाई में कुछ नहीं कहना चाहते।"

"Decision? What decision? Don’t you want to say anything in your defense?" the party president raised his voice, agitated by Mrityunjay’s indifference.

Hearing the president’s loud voice, Mrityunjay finally opened his eyes, sat up straight, and looked directly at him. In his deep voice, he said, "I don’t think I owe you any explanation."

" So whom do you owe an explanation , huh ?? " President asked sarcastically, startled at his answer. He was now burning inside because no one had the guts to disobey him, but this young man was constantly trying to check his patience level.

"To whom do I owe an explanation?" Mrityunjay repeated with a smirk, his deep voice laced with sarcasm. He leaned forward slightly, placing his cigarette in the ashtray, and locked his intense gaze on the party president. "Certainly not to you, or anyone else in this room."

The tension in the room thickened like smoke from the cigarette he had just extinguished. Everyone sat frozen, not daring to utter a word. It wasn’t just Mrityunjay’s words but the sheer defiance in his demeanor that left them speechless.

"You’re walking on thin ice, Mrityunjay," the party president shot back, his voice trembling with anger. "This isn’t just about you. This scandal has tarnished the reputation of the entire party. If you think your arrogance can save you, you are sorely mistaken."

Mrityunjay chuckled—a low, humorless sound that echoed through the room. "Reputation, huh? Do you honestly think this party had a spotless reputation before I came along? Let’s not kid ourselves." He leaned back in his chair, his voice calm yet cutting. "I may be the one in the spotlight now, but every single one of you has skeletons in your closets. Don’t act like saints in front of me."

The room was now as silent as a graveyard, the only sound being the muffled commotion from the reporters outside. The party president, visibly fuming, clenched his fists. "Are you threatening us, Mrityunjay?"

"Threatening you?" Mrityunjay’s smirk deepened. "No, I’m merely stating facts. The decision is yours to make. But before you throw me under the bus, remember—I’m not the only one who will fall." His eyes scanned the room, daring anyone to challenge him.

For a moment, no one spoke. The weight of his words hung in the air like an impending storm. Finally, the party president broke the silence. "You’ve crossed the line, Mrityunjay. Mark my words—this will not end well for you."

"Perhaps," Mrityunjay said, his voice steady and unapologetic. "But unlike the rest of you, I’m not afraid of falling."

As he lit another cigarette, his face illuminated briefly by the flickering flame, one thing became clear to everyone in the room—this was no ordinary man. This was a devil in disguise, a man who thrived in chaos and ruled with fearlessness.

" I know we are not saints, but we are not publicly like you." The president exclaimed, with sarcasm, looking straight into the eyes of Mrityunjay. He continued, "You are the one whose reputation is going to be tarnished because there is evidence against you, which is now viral on the internet."

" Oh, so do you think it's true, me being a part of women trafficking? I am not that mean; I am dead, which can't do such cheap things to innocents, and about then, I can also handle it in a better way." Mrityunjay exclaimed while getting up from his chair and making his way outside the office.

Ignoring everyone around him, unbothered by the questions the media was throwing at him, he made his way towards his car, like a king 👑, making people know of his dark personality and aura, which comes naturally being around him.

After the departure of Mrityunjay, the party president looked at all the ministers and warned them, "If any of you are involved in the tragedy against Mrityunjay, then it was going to be your worst mistake. " Aware of Mrityunjay's behavior, he said further, " he was heartless, unbothered by anyone, made with the fire of hatred, he can burn anyone's soul into ashes by staring at him. Like always, I am making you aware of things clearly; never try to mess with this beast. "

On the other side, in Mrityunjay's car, he was working on his laptop with an emotionless face when his assistant hesitatingly called him, "Sir, there is an event which Dadu wants you to attend."

" Which event "Mrityunjay asked huskily in his dominating voice.

" A college event in which Rajveer's dadu granddaughter was going to perform," the Assistant replied meekly, fearing his boss's unwanted anger.

"rajveer's dadu granddaughter, Moksha Singhaniya, the little princess " Hearing his assistant words, memories crossed Mrityunjay's mind,

" In a garden, a little wearing a pink frock, giggling softly, while running on the grass, asking a boy older than her to chase her, their laughs echoing in the garden " softening his eyes with the thought of that sweet little bundle of joy in his life.

But a memory floated in his mind, making his eyes hard filled with hatred. He thought in his mind, " She was just an unfulfilled desire, Mrityunjay, an unwanted one, a flower which was fulfilled with love but forbidden for your world of hatred."

Realizing the harsh truth some words come into his heart showing his emotion, echoing in his ears silently, making him aware about the thing that he was not heartless for her, his heart skipped beats for her

" तुम्हारी चंचलता मुझे नहीं खटकती, मेरा अकेलापन खटकता है ,

तुम्हारी मासूमियत मुझे नहीं खटकती , मेरा जरूरत से ज्यादा समझदार होना खटकता है ,

तुम्हारी चहकती आवाज मुझे नहीं खटकती, मेरी चुप्पी खटकती है ,

तुम मेरा वो हंसी ख्वाब हो , जिसे में अपनी जिंदगी के अंधेरों से दूर रखना चाहता हु।"

" your love doesn't scare me, but my loneliness does,

Your innocence doesn't stop me, my darkness does,

Your sweet voice doesn't harm me, but my silence does,

You are my only temptation, whom I want to save from my devilness."

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