PROGLUE
Prologue — Power ke Neeche Pyaar
It wasn’t just another political day — it was a battlefield disguised as a press conference.
Posters flapped in the hot wind, party workers shouted slogans, and camera flashes cut through the air like sparks before a storm.
At the center of it all stood Devraj Chaudhary — the calm storm.
Son of a retired Prime Minister. Polished. Sharp. Dangerous in silence.
The kind of man who didn’t need to raise his voice — his naam itself carried weight.
And opposite him, walking through the crowd with unbothered aggression — Rana Shekhawat.
Rolled-up sleeves, thick voice, raw energy.
The people called him “Rana Bhai” — half respect, half fear.
The two locked eyes for the first time — calm met chaos.
No one blinked.
> Rana: “Tu soch le Chaudhary, yah zameen Shekhawaton ki hai. Tere baap ki kursi ab purani ho li, aur tu… tu bas uske naam ka sahara le rha hai.”
(Think twice, Chaudhary. This land belongs to the Shekhawats. Your father’s chair is old now — and you’re just hiding under his name.)
Devraj didn’t flinch — just that faint smirk playing on his lips.
> Devraj: “Naam purana sahi, par izzat aaj bhi naye note jaise chamak rahi hai, Rana. Aur kursi ke neeche sab jhukte hain… chahe Shekhawat ho ya Sher.”
(The name may be old, Rana, but the respect still shines like new money. And under the chair of power, everyone bows — whether a Shekhawat or a lion.)
A short silence.
But the way they looked at each other — it wasn’t just rivalry.
It was something darker… heavier… almost magnetic.
Rana took a slow step forward, his eyes burning through Devraj’s calm.
> Rana: “Tere jese log vote se chalenge, main to jazbaat se chalta hu. Aur jab dil me aag lag jaave na, to kursi bhi jhukh jati hai.”
(Men like you run on votes, I run on emotions. And when the fire burns in my heart, even the throne bows down.)
Devraj leaned in just enough — enough for the air between them to turn dangerous.
> Devraj: “Bas farq itna hai, Rana — tu aag se khelta hai… aur main aag ko apne liye nachata hu.”
(The only difference, Rana — you play with fire… I make fire dance for me.)
Their shoulders brushed as Rana passed by, eyes still locked — a silent promise, a war waiting to explode.
Politics was never this personal before.
But now… it was.
Because under the Power,
lay something far stronger — Pyaar.
Veer x Vivek
Vivek just smiled...
Vivek:- yes my darling mein hi hu Dinesh Chaudhary ka beta "Vivek Chaudhary"...
Veer:- stop calling me darling hamre beech jo bhi hua that's.... thats.... that's ...
Was a mistake.....
Vivek (in dark voice):- it must be a mistake for you but remember it the moment you came in my life,the moment you holded my hand,the moment u called me your boyfriend in front of everyone you became mine only mine......
By the way you looks fucking sexy when you maon my name, and start kissing him forcefully.....veer was numb to hear all this, in his mind flackbak of that night was playing,the kiss the drink,the room ,the boyfriend tag, but he came out of his trance when Vivek bites him...
How was it .... comment down
