The name Yaduvanshi echoed through the corridors of power, a lineage etched in the blood and bone of state politics. For generations, they had wielded influence like a sharpened blade, cutting through opposition, forging alliances, and amassing a legacy built on ruthless ambition. Randhir Yaduvanshi, the latest scion, embodied that legacy, amplified and sharpened to a terrifying degree. He was the culmination of their dark ambition, a man forged in the fires of political warfare.
The Yaduvanshi family's rise was a tapestry woven with threads of cunning and coercion. Grandfathers and fathers had played the game with a chilling efficiency, their hands stained with the unseen grime of backroom deals and calculated betrayals.
They understood that power was not given, but seized, and they seized it with a ferocity that left their rivals broken and their allies trembling.
Randhir, groomed from childhood, absorbed these lessons like a sponge. He learned to mask his true intentions, to manipulate emotions, and to wield power with an iron fist. He was a master strategist, a predator who moved with a calculated precision, always several steps ahead of his opponents
The Yaduvanshi legacy was not just a name; it was a weapon, and Randhir wielded it with deadly accuracy.
Cars line up infront of CMO building as RANDHIR YADUVANSHI entered. The most powerful person of the state who thrives power, authoritativeness and dominance.
The havoc that only air surrounding him bring is unforgettable.
Politics is a brutal arena , a game played in shadow where hands have inevitably stained with blood and dirt which is unknown to commoners. The things which are done for chair and power is beyond imagination.
RANDHIR YADUVANSHI is not a saint, he is a politician but rigid to his ethics which he never broke.
Everyone salutes as chief minister sir entered the buildings , nodding them he came in office.
Meetings are line up to do more for state , opposition are waiting for just a mistake to overthrow the throne which belongs to noone.
The scholarship bill for university students is already passed in center and now it has to be implemented in states.
But the state list is only belongs to state administration and state legislature which is headed by CM.
The 60% expenditure shall done by central government and 40% by state .
The main government universities informed to start the process of bringing the name of qualified students.
When work finished it's already midnight, he reached home only to found her mother on sofa waiting for him.
He loved his parents, but they stood by as his grandfather caused him immense suffering. He would cry out, "Mom, I don't want this," but his pleas were consistently ignored. Eventually, he stopped crying, stopped asking, stopped hoping for anything from anyone. If his own parents wouldn't shield him, he reasoned, why expect protection from strangers? He then dedicated himself to becoming so powerful that no one would ever dare cross him.
The power and dominance strangled the family relations. The perfect family is hollow from inside where child is ignored by parents and now parents are ignored by child.
Randhir's grandfather and grandmother are always against his father and mother marriage because they want a political family alliance.
His grandfather has political mindset and he can do whatever it takes for position even if it's harming his own family.
Here on the other side in shared apartment,
Two friends found solace and joy in each other company. They laughed, listened and shared their burden of pain creating a haven for themselves without reach of family expectation.
KEYA MEHTA bring joy in smallest things and she doesn't like to dictate anyone with authority.
She does everything to be the daughter her family wants in process she lost herself still she doesn't let her surrounding effected by her inner turmoil.
She doesn't like boundaries or restrictions which used to imply only on women to make them weak in name of safety.
Their shared apartment was a little bubble of peace, a place where Keya and her roommate could just be. They laughed a lot, listened to each other's worries, and made their own little safe space, far from the pressure of family expectations.
Keya Mehta was a ray of sunshine, finding happiness in the little things. She hated telling people what to do, preferring gentle suggestions. She tried her best to be the daughter her family wanted, but it meant hiding a lot of her true self. Still, she kept her smile bright, not wanting to bring anyone else down.
Back in their apartment, there was a quiet understanding between her and her roommate. Sometimes their laughter was a little louder, a way to chase away the sad feelings. Sometimes, their stories were a little heavier, a way to share the weight they carried. Most of the time, it was just the comfort of being together, knowing they weren't alone.
Keya often looked out the window, watching the city lights twinkle. She wished for a world where she could be herself, without having to pretend. She wanted her happiness to be real, not just a mask, and her strength to be celebrated, not hidden. She dreamed of a future where women could make their own choices, where their voices were heard, and their dreams could fly. It was a dream she held close, for herself and for everyone who dared to hope.
Keya pov
The morning sunlight casting in the room making it bright forcing me to open the eyes.
Today is Sunday that's means holiday and I'll be home all day spending it peacefully but in evening we'll go market for shopping.
Such a perfect day I thought and get up to do morning business.
When I came out of the washroom there is two missed call of mamma.
I called her immediately
" Hello" she spoke
" Hello mamma namaste" i greeted.
" Beta kaise ho " she asked
( Are you fine beta?)
" Mai theek hu aap batao? " I replied.
( Mai bhi theek hu , you tell! )
"Maine call Kiya tha uthaya nahi " she said.
( I called you but you didn't pick.)
" I was in washroom" i answered.
" Beta ghar kab aayegi....?" She asked
( When will you come home?)
but I don't want to go that house where ,
My father said on face that it's not mine and girls are born to belong other family.
The reality hurts but I accepted it as my fate.
Controlling my tears I said,
" Mamma chhutti nahi h " i said.
( There is no holiday mamma)
" Beta jab chhutti ho tab aa jana sab yaad krte h tujhe" she said.
( When there is holiday come home because everyone is missing you.)
" Theek h " i said and cut the call and sat on the bed thinking about my life.
(Okay I'll.)
When the house where I was born and brought up turns out....not mine
May be I was not in their plan but they can't do anything but to keep me in their home
The house where I went after marriage turns out not mine
because for them I'm outsider - a person from another family
God ! Where is my home then ?
I don't want anything from this family because when father doesn't consider I'm part of his home
According to him everything belongs to his son and only his son has right on everything.
Why they think marrying me or doing other rituals will be equal to the part of inheritance that belongs to me in papers
Then marrying his son should be also equivalent to that
If the reason is this ritual and dowry then I don't need anything
I will not take anything from them in future and pay the amount which spent on me
It hurts but it is the truth that I accepted long before.
I always wanted to buy a small house and I'll buy it for sure.
Jaanu barged in room saying,
" Keyu aaja khana kha le " because it's her day of cooking breakfast.
( Keyu come and eat breakfast.)
We have divided our work because we doesn't want any conflict between us .
She looked at me and hurriedly hugged me,
" Yarr don't dwell on past , we are good together and independent" she said lifting my mood.
" Yes.....kya banaya h " i asked
( Yes what did you make?)
" Pohe , chal na bahut tasty bane h , because of chef jaanvi" she said showing her all teeths .
( I made pohe and trust me it made so tasty because of chef jaanvi)
We laughed and came in hall and did our breakfast with lots of gossip. She yapped about her school and me about my college.
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