RAWAT MANSION

LUCKNOW

The morning light struck on the large glass window , filtering through the white curtains scattering across the mansion.

The large intricated walls of the mansion covered in sickening silence as the long corridor stretched to a giant hallway leading to the dinning area.

The silence cracked by heavy footesetps that descended the staircase reflecting authority.

The old Rawat, dressed in a formal suit, the gray lines in his beard expressing about his experience and fantastic diplomacy in politics for years, His frame hunched and wrinkled skin with age spoke volumes about his control settled at the dining table looked in the direction of echoing footsteps to see a tall 6'3 shadow walking in.

the silhoutte appeared in  his tailored kurta paired with a blue bandi, a perfect fit for his athletic frame. The youngest Chief Minister in the country, a force to be reckoned with. His chiseled features and piercing gaze commanded attention, making it clear that he was not a man to be underestimated.

His eyes, like cold steel, scanned the room, taking in the exquisite art on the walls. held the reins of power in the state.

His eyes sparkled with intelligence, but his smile never quite reached them, leaving an air of mystery and power around him.

his grandson, the CM of UP

" AKSH RAWAT"

entered. his expression neutral yet his eyes carrying the sharpness of a lion entering his territory.

He bowed down in respect touching his feet.

" Good morning dada ji"

"Good morning beta....aaiye naashta kriye"

( Good morning child...have the breakfast)

He turned around without responding as his PA ,Sailesh followed him with hurried steps matching his pace.

"Sir...the chopper is ready....we will be leaving for Varanasi in 15, landing at 09:30 am, at 10 viswanath temple visit,at 10:30 event at BHU, It will take an hour... 01 pm....we will return"

He took a deep breath, chocking as he said all in a one go.

" Please..please...bs sir gussa na ho....nhi to main gya( I hope sir won't be angry...else I am gone")

"Kitne time se mere saath kaam kr rhe ho Sailesh"

(Since how long have you been working with me Sailesh?)

His voice clipped , sending chills .

"Sir...sir....7 years sir"

"What is to be done then?"

" Cancel the viswanath temple trip "

He nodded.

"Beta...kashi mein darshan kiye bina kaisa lautna... bhagwaan ke nagri jaa rhe ho( child....you are going in god's land .... don't return without praying)

His grandfather replied from the dining area , hoping..that maybe..he would agree as the other two haulted mid their discussion.

" Bhagwaan jinke liye hote hain....unhe puja krni chahiye"

( Only those should worship him for whom God exists)

He did not wait as he walked out of the mansion followed by Sailesh who looked at the old man with pity.

Ratnesh: pichle baar jb mere bache Varanasi gye the...to bhagwaan ne humara sb kuch chinn liya tha....iss baar humare parivaar ko sb kuch lauta dijiyega mahakaal.... humare bacha ghutt rhe hai

( Last time when my family went to Varanasi....God...you took away all what we had...this time...please return us our happiness ...my child is suffocating)

His eyes moistened as the old wounds responded.

They settled in the car , the engine roared, driving towards the airport

" Usse baat ho gyi...kb tk pahuchega wo?) did you talk to him? By what time will he reach there?)

" Sir....he already landed at Kashi....we will have a meeting with the owner at 11:30"

Sailesh replied understanding the urgency.

MISHRA SADAN

VARANASI

The house echoed with soft melody of shiv swarnamala as Daskh ji was busy in setting the table with fresh cooked meal...aaloo paratha supplemented with tamatar chatni.

The fresh aroma filled the house as he too hummed the mantra only to be startled when he heard a loud thud from the staircase.

" Phir se beta....do teen haddi torwa hi lo tum( again beta....you should break your 2-3 bones)

He walked towards the staircase to find his only daughter curled in a ball...who has landed on her butt kissing the floor in a dangerously artistic manner.

She looked at him as a guilty criminal flashing a smile.

" Papa.....stop making fun of me...main gir gyi hoon aur aap hss ke dekh rhe hain( I have fallen and you are smiling and enjoying it)"

Daksh ji forwarded his hand as she took it and stood up , dusting off her pants....

" Kon kahega ki ye 5'5 ki toofan logo ka ilaaj bhi krti hai...jo khud girti prti rehti hai...beta surgeon banne wali ho tum...kuch to shrm kro"

(Who will agree with the fact that this 5'5 cyclone is a doctor who treats people who herself keeps on falling and injurying....you are a surgeon...have some shame)

"Shrm kre bgl ke Sharma ji aur unka khandaan...main kyu takleef loon?"

(Our neighbor Sharma ji and his family should be the one being ashamed...why should I be the one being troubled?"

" Bs uncle ....isi ke saath mishara sadan ki good morning samparnn huyi"

(That's it uncle ....mishra sadan's good morning ends here ")

Ishita said from the 1 st floor as she laughed at the duo.

"Chup ho jao Ishita....khi mujhse se pitta na jao tum...sbse zyada Khushi tum hi bnati ho mere girne ki"

(Shut up tripti....else you will end up getting beaten up by me....you all always the one who celebrates my fall)

Daksha retorted as they start having their breakfast.

" Papa....aaj humare hospital mein jana important hai ..CM aa rhe hai...to jldi jana hoga...mann to nhi hai pr anchoring karni hai"

Daksh ji stilled as he looked at her in horror.

"Beta..tum nhi jaogi bacha"

(You won't go beta)

"Papa...I know you hate politicians...you don't even want to discuss about politics and trust me I hate the same...but the truth is.....he is the youngest CM....he never accepts any invitation of Varanasi yet he is coming here...Aise mein agr main nhi gyi to dikkat ho jaayegi"

( Please papa...please...if I won't go..it will be a problem for me)

"Beta....I know but it's good to stay away from a few things.... And  aaj kuch log aa rhe hai NGO ko sponser krne ke liye...tumhara hona zaruri hai"

(But today few people are coming to sponser the NGO....your presence is must)

"Papa...Ishita hai na....wo to NGO ko sbse ache se sambhalti hai"

(Tripti is here right....she handles the NGO best)

" Beta...zameen abhi bhi government ki hai....tumhari mumma ne ye jgh dekhi thi...hum ye zameen pr hi apna NGO rkhna chahte hai..uske liye zaruri hai acha sponsorship ka"

(Beta..the land belongs to the government...your mumma chose this place....I want to keep the NGO here....it's important to get the sponsors)

"But NGO ki ownership to tumhari hai na .....tumhari mumma ne tumhare naam se ye shuru kiya tha"

(But the ownership is on your name beta....your mumma started the foundation on your name)

" Jaisa aap kahe"

(As you say)

" Ishita..bacha....did you applied for the researcher program?"

"Aaj kr lungi uncle"

(I will do it today uncle")

Daksh ji gave her a forehead kiss and went to his room as Daksha winked at Ishita.

" Tum kya krne wali ho Akshi?"

(What are you upto akshi?)

" Action... event 10:30 se 11:30 hai..main jaungi event attend krungi aur turant laut aaungi....tb tk tum sambhal lena...papa abhi mandir jaa rhe hai...wo shaam mein hi lautenge ganga aarti ke baad..."

(My event is from 10:30 to 11:30....I will go and attend the event and return quickly....you handle it till then...papa has gone to the temple...he will return in the evening after the ganga aarti...we have enough of time)

She patted her back and smiled widely.

" Tum to marogi....uncle se mujhe bhi mrwaogi...pta nhi logo ka illaj krti ho ya mrwaane ka theka leti ho?"

(You will die at uncle's hand and you will get me killed as well....i don't know whether you treat them or you take the responsibility of getting them killed?)

" Mrre mere dushman......politician ki to main shkl tk na dekhoon..main to bs apne reputation ke liye jaa rhi hoon...ab main niklti hoon"

(Our enemies should die...i don't want to even see the face of politician ...I am just going for my reputation...let's go....I will go now)

BHU

Reporter 1: bta de aaj humare state ke youngest and most eligible bachelor CM, Mr. Aksh Rawat pehli baar Varanasi mein event attend krne aa rhe hai....unke pehli tenure mein pehli baar wo Varanasi ko apna deedaar kraayenge

( The most eligible bachelor and youngest CM on UP, mr.Aksh Rawat would be visiting Varanasi for the first time in his CM tenure to attend the event )

Reporter 2: as per the information available to us...the honorable CM would be directly attending the event...his schedule was planned for the visit but looks like our artist CM has no plans to visit the temple...is the ungratefulness of attitude?

The chaos shifted as the security alerted.

The officers and police took their spot when a bunch of expensive bulletproof cars entered the campus of BHU.

The door flew upon , as they saw the man of power stepping out of the car....the bouncers soon took their positions... Aksh's feature was sharp and observant as his eyes took in the surrounding...the flashes of camera....the click.... students taking deep sigh at the view of the most eligible bachelor right infront of them...few being jealous at the way the female students were ogling at him . The faculty rushed out to welcome to CM of state.

Principal: we are honoured to have you sir....please this way..

He handed over an expensive lily bouquet that aksh took with a slight nod as an appreciation and passed it to Sailesh.

"Sir....wo pahuchne wale hain"

(He is about to reach)

"Good"

With steady steps..he walked towards the auditorium.

Each step as a testimony of power and control he held.

TRAFFIC

" Are yaar.....ye kya tarika hai...mujhe late ho rhi hai....ye gaadi ghisk nhi rhi hain....main to yhi atke reh jaaungi"

(O bro....heta is this behaviour...I am getting late...the cars aren't sliding...I will be stuck here)

She did not waited for any long as she sped her scooty, entering the narrow alleys of banaras and found a shortcut to the BHU campus.

BHU

Daksha ran towards the auditorium, panting heavily...she threw her stethoscope around her slender neck....white coat fluttering as she ran stumbling over a few steps,  entering the backstage.

NIYATI NGO

Ishita wore a blue kurta paired with a denim jeans.

She has been working at NGO since last 7 years.

She was 5'6 , petite woman , dark black eyes complimenting her brown glittering complextion.

In all she was a beautiful young woman , kind at heart and determination burning in her eyes who has known how to survive alone in this world for long.

She greeted the other woman who worked at the NGO and sat in her cabin when a knock at the door interrupted her.

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