Siyasat Aur Ishq [Politics and Love]
INTRODUCTION
Author
Welcome to TUMHARI AAWAAZ KA KAIDI-
Author
A story of love, power, and thin line between admiration and Obsession
He’s the Prime Minister everyone trusts.
She’s the voice that dares to question him.
And somewhere between speeches, silence, and stolen glances…
They both forget where politics ends and emotion begins.
This isn’t a typical love story — it’s slow-burn, dark-sweet, and full of tension.
If you enjoy strong emotions, complex characters, and the thrill of forbidden connections,
you’re in the right place. ❤️
Now… let’s begin where it all started — with a question that shook a nation.
Aditya Varma – The Prime Minister
The youngest, most respected leader the country has ever seen.
A man of order and vision — calm, eloquent, impossible to read.
He reforms the nation with precision, wins hearts with reason.
But when a single voice dares to question him, something cracks.
Behind his quiet charm lies a collector — of words, of sounds, of her.
“The country listens to me. But I listen only to you.”
Law student. Activist. Daughter of the Opposition leader.
She stands for what she believes, unshaken, unfiltered, unafraid.
Her voice has become her weapon — and unknowingly, his weakness.
She fights for truth, not realizing she’s already being studied, replayed, kept.
“I don’t shout for fame. I shout so the silence breaks.”
Raghav Kapoor – The Shadow Advisor
Aditya’s Chief of Staff. Loyal, calculating, silently terrified.
He sees the cracks before anyone else does — and knows what the folder named IRA_SEN really means.
He owes his career to Aditya, but his conscience to himself.
“Sometimes loyalty feels like drowning quietly.”
Kunal Sen – The Opposition Lion
Veteran politician. Ira’s father. Fierce critic of Aditya Varma.
Pride keeps him from seeing that the battlefield has shifted — that his daughter is the center of a war he didn’t start.
He believes power corrupts; he never guessed it could love.
“Politics is bloodless war. Unless family is involved.”
Ritu — dramatic, emoji-addicted, voice of reason wrapped in gossip.
Kabir — sarcastic, loyal, always ready with a meme or a protest slogan.
Together they keep Ira laughing while the world tries to silence her.
“If the PM flirts, we post it. Democracy, babe.”
Not one person, but a thousand faces with microphones.
They praise, they twist, they gossip, they trend.
In their noise, truth blurs — and obsession hides easily.
“Trending is the new truth.”
Ira Sen [Fl]
Hope you all enjoy our journey
Aditya Varma [Ml]
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The First Spark
Place: Independence Day Ceremony Grounds, New Delhi
The sun spills molten gold over Rashtrapati Bhavan’s lawns. Rows of white-clad schoolchildren wave tiny flags; TV drones hover above like metal birds.
Prime Minister Aditya Varma stands at the podium—composed, poised, the very image of control.
He is everything the nation wants to believe in: intellect in motion, voice of reform, eyes that see beyond chaos.
He speaks of scholarships, digital equality, education for all—his words rhythmic, reassuring.
Until a voice cuts clean through applause.
Announcer: “Next, representing the University Youth Delegation… Ms. Ira Sen.”
Soft murmurs sweep the crowd.
“Opposition leader’s daughter?” someone whispers.
“Firebrand,” another mutters.
Ira Sen [Fl]
(stepping forward, firm):
“Good morning, Mr. Prime Minister.”
Her tone is respectful, her stance anything but meek.
Ira Sen [Fl]
“I’m a law student. My classmates borrow books, skip meals, take loans we can’t repay. We listen to speeches about hope every August—beautiful words—but can hope pay our tuition fees? Can it buy our books?”
Gasps. A reporter raises his mic instinctively.
Aditya Varma [Ml]
Aditya (smiling slightly):
“A fair question, Ms. Sen. Hope won’t sign cheques, but it builds systems—scholarships, grants, hostel reforms. If those fail, we fix them.”
(pauses) “Name the students. My office will review their cases.”
Student (whispering to neighbor): “Did he just say review? Like, personally?”
Ira Sen [Fl]
(steady gaze):
“I want outcomes, not another committee. Can you promise help before this semester ends?”
Aditya Varma [Ml]
(leans in slightly, voice even):
“Yes. Because I believe leadership means doing the work before taking credit.”
Applause—some genuine, some nervous. The exchange feels like a match and a mirror: two people who don’t blink.
(Scrolling on Live Chat Feed 📲)
@CampusBeat: Omg this girl 🔥🔥🔥
@NationTV: LIVE—PM Varma invites student for direct policy input!
@OppSupport: Scripted drama 🙄
@YouthVoice: She spoke truth to power. Respect.
The anthem plays; balloons scatter into the sky.
Aditya finishes official greetings, nods to ministers, and steps offstage.
Raghav Kapoor (Chief of Staff)
“Strong speech, sir. Press will love the dialogue with Sen girl.”
Aditya Varma [Ml]
(calm): “Send me the recording.”
Raghav Kapoor (Chief of Staff)
“For media analysis?”
Aditya Varma [Ml]
“For me. Personal file.”
Raghav frowns but nods. Aditya rarely adds anything to his personal archives except national poems and rare voices he finds inspiring.
Convoy hums through Delhi traffic. Aditya’s tablet rests on his lap.
The clip replays: Ira’s question, his answer, her expression — composed fire.
He zooms in slightly on her face. Eyes steady. Voice clear.
Aditya Varma [Ml]
(thought): “Courage without anger. That’s rare.”
The driver glances in the mirror at the PM smiling faintly, assuming he’s reading a report.
Aditya switches tabs and signs a digital order approving emergency scholarship funds he’d already planned for months. He’s efficient, ethical, focused — and haunted by a voice still echoing in his mind.
Campus Group Chat “Law Block Rebels 🔥📚"
Ritu (fls bestie)
IRA YOU ICON 😭😭😭
Kabir (fls bestie)
“Will hope pay tuition” = quote of the year.
Student3: He looked at you like you were his exam.
Ira Sen [Fl]
🙄 It was a Q&A, not a romance novel.
Ritu (fls bestie)
Still… eye contact was intense.
Kabir (fls bestie)
( sends GIF of sparks flying 🔥 )
Ira laughs, but her fingers tremble slightly over the keyboard.
The city celebrates. Fireworks burst above India Gate.
Ira sits by her hostel window, watching the sky bleed orange and blue. Her friends still text; she ignores the buzz.
Ira Sen [Fl]
(murmuring): “Maybe he’ll actually act on it.”
Ira Sen [Fl]
“But why did he look at me like that?”
She shakes it off, returns to notes for her constitutional law class.
Aditya sits at his desk. Cabinet agenda open: infrastructure, trade, education. He finishes editing a scholarship clause and forwards it with notes: “Increase allocation by 2 percent.”
Work done. Duty met.
Then he opens the video again.
Ira Sen [Fl]
A (on screen): “Can hope buy books?”
He leans back, eyes closed.
Aditya Varma [Ml]
(whisper): “Maybe not. But your voice can rewrite chapters.”
He knows it’s nonsense, but he smiles anyway.
Private Note (Encrypted — 01:02 AM)
She didn’t shake. She didn’t flatter. She challenged and still respected the stage. I should remember that kind of courage. — A.V.
He files it under Leadership Inspiration. But the folder name later changes to IRA_SEN.
Aditya locks his tablet and leans back. From the open window, he hears distant celebration fireworks. He whispers:
Aditya Varma [Ml]
“I lead millions. But only one voice keeps me awake.”
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Replay
The office is dark except for one lamp. Aditya’s suit jacket hangs neatly on the chair. On his laptop screen — the Independence Day footage paused on a single frame: Ira Sen, mic in hand, eyes fierce.
Raghav Kapoor (Chief of Staff)
(entering softly): “Sir, everything’s ready for tomorrow’s press note. Should I add your exchange with the student?”
Aditya Varma [Ml]
(without looking away): “No. I want the full raw feed. Every angle.”
Raghav Kapoor (Chief of Staff)
“For analysis?”
Aditya Varma [Ml]
“Personal reference.”
Raghav hesitates — personal reference wasn’t a phrase the Prime Minister usually used. But he nods, leaves quietly. The door clicks shut.
Aditya presses play again.
Ira Sen [Fl]
(on screen): “Will hope pay our tuition fees?”
He rewinds. Watches her expression just before the words — the way her jaw tightens, how she stands taller as the crowd murmurs. Replays again.
Aditya Varma [Ml]
(whisper, almost amused): “Your father shouts every week in parliament. But one sentence from you feels louder than all of him.”
He pauses at her expression — brows arched, chin lifted. Not fear. Not hesitation. Just clarity.
Aditya Varma [Ml]
(soft): “No tremor. No crack. Clean.”
He opens a secure folder on his screen and types: “IRA_SEN.”
Inside, a single video file: “Q_15Aug_09:02.mp4.”
He hesitates… then adds subfolders: Angry, Calm, Soft.
Aditya Varma [Ml]
(low whisper): “Let’s see how many ways courage can sound.”
A message pings from Raghav.
Raghav Kapoor (Chief of Staff)
(💬text): Sir, the rural education grants need your signature.
Aditya Varma [Ml]
(reply): Approved. Increase by 2%.
He switches back to the video.
Aditya Varma [Ml]
(murmuring): “Good leadership listens. Even if it shouldn’t.”
He pauses the clip — her voice frozen mid-sentence — and for a moment, it feels like she’s looking right at him.
He records a quick note on his phone.
Aditya Varma [Ml]
“Her question — sharp, precise. She doesn’t shout. She cuts.
I’ve met ministers who talk louder and mean less.”
He saves it in the same folder. IRA_SEN / Notes / Replay_1.
The lamp flickers slightly. He sits back, thoughtful, half-smiling.
Aditya Varma [Ml]
(quiet): “You wanted answers, Miss Sen. You’ll get them.”
The clock ticks past midnight. Outside, Delhi sleeps. Inside, a nation’s leader replays one question again and again — and begins to lose count.
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