04-03-2022, 10:12 PM
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The political situation in the country was fast changing. The alliance government was a mash up of the small regional parties, each having it’s own regional satrap, a political heavy weight.
The wafer thin alliance that formed out of the need to keep Uday’s party out of power and get itself in power was loosing pace. The idea of an alternative, a change in the political scene of the country wasn’t holding water.
The idea of the grand alliance seemed doomed from the very beginning. Rifts emerged in the alliance, right from choosing the Prime Minister to allocating key ministerial portfolios. The bureaucratic yes men lobbied for their posts, aligning themselves with leaders who served their interests best.
The ruling alliance was led by Bhagwati Prasad, the current Prime Minister. The octogenarian was a Gandhian by value and a Spartan by lifestyle. Early age entrant into politics, he emerged as a strong man politician from the grass root. His image with the public and his peers was that of a man with impeccable integrity and excellent management skills.
His soft spoken mannerisms and friends across the political spectrum was what made the alliance choose him as its Prime Minister. But even for all his good qualities, the ground under him was slipping. The political vultures from his own party and the opposition, some of them his one time proteges were getting out of control.
Each regional leader was either vying for a ministry for himself or his chosen man. Governance took a back seat and regional, caste and religion based politics came to the fore. The Central Government started loosing sense of the centrality and turned more and more federal or rather feudal with a feudal lord from each state (fiefdom) trying to pip the other to the top.
Political equations were changing everyday, political breaking news coming in every few hours and journalists like me were having a field day. During this hotchpotch of political dramas, many state elections were declared. Most of these were governed by the members of the grand alliance. These states not only contributed significantly to the tally of MP’s to the Lower House of the Parliament but also gave a sizeable contribution to the Upper House.
The party that ruled these states had a shot at the Capital and everyone, right from the political leaders and pundits, to industry tzars, to media and print journalists, right up to the common man on the street knew this. And this is where my interview with Uday worked.
The interview had become a hot topic everywhere in the country. Many news channels and papers, including mine took the topics mentioned in the interview further which propelled Uday further.
His appeal was spreading from the urban rich to the rural poor. He was in the news….He was the news. Overnight he emerged as a strong contender within his own party and had gained enough weight to go politically super critical. For a man who had spent only a decade in active politics, He had come a long way and his political juggernaut seemed unstoppable.
He was fast emerging as the star campaigner for his party, addressing rallies across the poll bound states and I, his secret mistress had a front row view of his rise. As a member of his press corps, I had a the privileged insight in the happenings everyday, every hour and every minute.
Uday rode in like a rock star making an entry to the rally in a helicopter. The masses watched in awe, covering their eyes from the dust that rose from the descending chopper. I knew the rising dust was a sign of a political storm brewing but chose to go with the flow because, this was just another chance to propel my fledgling career.
Massive rallies were organised in the poll bound states. Thousands attended, many out of curiosity and many bribed with 500 bucks and biryani into attending but whatever the methods, whether biryanis or not, the rallies were having an impact.
Uday and his party were everywhere in the news. The 24 hour news channels and their over zealous reporters beamed his rallies live. I on the other hand catered to the print media readers and my daily coverage of the campaign was catching attention.
Uday’s political stock was rising, hitting upper circuit everyday but the trade didn’t stop and a clear bull pattern emerged. Whereas the ruling alliance’s stock was in a free fall, close to being de-listed by the people.
My articles were on the first page every day with detailed analysis on the inner pages. For a 24 year old, this was sign of my arrival. I spent hours in the choppers, the media convoys and the front row seats where I’d see, listen and observe Uday as he bowled over the population.
Days were spent chasing Uday across the states where he addressed rallies, held road shows and mingled with the general populace. Every photo opportunity was capitalised to the max and his campaign was covered extensively, to the point, even being discussed on social media. His PR machinery was into overdrive, cashing in on every opportunity to highlight him.
My evenings were spent writing reports and sending them to my editor for the next day’s publication and my nights were spent behind the closed doors of Uday’s private and overly guarded rooms where I pleasured him and got pleasured by him.
He was like a machine; leaving before sunrise, working all day and fucking me all night with just a couple of hours of sleep in between. With him I too worked like a machine, covering his campaign all day and getting fucked by him all night. We showed no signs of fatigue during the day and especially during then night.
On one such night, Uday and I were in the bed, naked between the sheets. He was sitting with his head resting against the headboard. I was lying next to him, my head resting over his stomach and my mouth sucking on his cock.
We were both facing the wall mounted TV which was a couple of feet away from the bed. The news channel was on and as with like with each election season, opinion polls were being displayed and discussed.
Uday flipped the channels every now and then and watched each news channel discussing the same thing. What was the most interesting thing about the opinion poll? His party was clearly the winner in all the poll bound states. The political commentators were crediting him with the undeclared mandate and the opposition was trashing the opinion polls as usual.
Apart from the news in which my man was emerging the winner, I noticed that Uday’s cock was unusually hard and was oozing pre-cum. Now I know I am a blowjob champ but I had never felt his cock behaving like this ever. I noticed that each time he saw his perceived victory being flashed on the TV, his cock would twitch.
Every time the news anchor said his name, his cock would twitch. I wasn’t the only thing making him hard; it was the lust for victory, power, the authority that was turning him on. A bell rung in my head about his narcissistic, psychophantic behavior but I wasn’t complaining at the moment because I had a hard, cum oozing cock to suck on.
“Enough with ego inflation. Fuck me now.” I said as I stradled him, blocking the view of the tv. I straightened his cock and aligned it with my pussy before slowly sliding down on it. I closed my eyes and sighed as always as his thick cock pierced my already wet and waiting pussy.
Uday, already high and turned on from the percieved victory and the sincere blowjob, pulled me down, grabbed my ass and started fucking me from underneath.
“Aaahhhh…yeaahhh…Aah..Aahh..Aaahhh.” I screamed as he went into overdrive from the very beginning. The sound of his big beautiful balls slapping against my ass reverberated through the room, rivalling the howls of the overzealous news anchors on TV. I knew, his entourage in the neighbouring rooms were having a sleepless night, hearing my screams through the thin hotel walls. The thought itself made me cum and I screamed loudly as I came.
I slid of his sweaty body and assumed my position as his bitch. With me beautifully positioned on my fours, he kneeled behind me. I felt his hairy thighs brush against my smooth, soft inner thighs, tickling them. He stuffed his cock back inside it’s rightful place and started pounding me.
I spent the next several minutes on my fours, wincing, squirming, moaning and screaming as he fucked me. My hair was pulled, my tits were squeezed, my ass was spanked, my shoulders bitten and everything else imaginable happened which I thoroughly enjoyed and expressed through loud satisfactory orgasms. When he was close to cumming, I kneeled in front of him and sucked him off till he came in my mouth. He loved it when I swallowed a mouthful of his jizz and I obliged every time including this time.
As we settled down after cleaning ourselves, Uday handed me a dossier. I opened it and started reading and a couple of minutes later stared at him with wide eyes.
“This is about Marwah!” I yelled in utter disbelief. Marwah was one of the biggest industrialists in the country. Named in the Forbes magazine year after year, he was the richest man in the country and one of the richest men in the world but the things about him in the dossier were far from flattering.
“Yeah.” He replied nonchalantly as he lit a cigarette and sat on the couch near the bed.
“But isn’t Marwah aligned to the ruling coalition?” I asked as I dug my eyes back in to the dossier.
Marwah was traditionally a pro establishment industrialist, aligning with the party in power. In fact, this is how he came to build his vast business empire. However, he was at loggerheads with Uday’s party when they it was in power over several business initiatives.
The word goes that some in the previous government asked for a cut. Now Marwah wasn’t averse to sharing but the share demanded was something Marwah couldn’t digest. The conflict had been brewing in the underbelly of politics and business but eventually spilled over into the public domain.
Marwah refused the overtures and they had a fallout. The cozy bed was broken and a feud ensued. This rift caused Marwah to pledge his allegiance to the alliance. It was his money that was fuelling the current government.
“You are a smart girl.” He replied as he tapped the ash in to the tray.
“But I don’t think this is incriminating enough to stick.” I said.
“I don’t want him to go to prison honey…I just want to bring him over to my side…the winning side.” He said as he burned out the cigarette and sat on the bed next to me.
“This is going to be in day after’s edition.” He said as he pushed me on my back on the bed. I simply nodded yes and spread my legs as he got between them.
“Aaahhh…Yesss…” I arched my back and sighed as he pushed his cock inside me.
I got the Marwah Scandal story. The story had just the right amount of political juice to nourish my needs of a fast track career. The story broke in the edition day after and a whole lot of trouble started for Marwah. His stock started crashing, his PR machinery went into overdrive to undo the damage done, exactly what Uday wanted.
Even though, I wasn’t personally present in the meeting, but I learned that Uday and Marwah reached an agreement and Marwah switched over to Uday’s party. With Marwah’s alliance, Uday’s campaign coffers started ringing.
The cash needed for the massive campaign plan was finally in place. After Marwah, other industrialists followed suit and soon, several chambers of commerce and industry were endorsing Uday openly as a messiah the nation needed.
His appeal with the urban populace started growing day after day. It was exactly what the urban youth wanted to hear. A young, dynamic leader who could steer the economy out of trouble and usher in a new era of vibrant economic growth, an era where they’d have jobs and if they had one already, a better paying job would follow.
As the campaigns got closer, Uday got busier. He was completely immersed in his campaign, addressing rallies, giving interviews, mingling with the people and appearing as the good guy amongst the other political ogres. When he was alone, he would be surrounded by his PR guys, his campaign managers and his followers. They’d discuss political strategy at all times and chart the course ahead.
The opinion polls were now showing his party as a clear winner with a clean sweep across the state. Every news channel was showing the same thing all day and all night and his stock grew in the states that weren’t going to election. He was getting bigger than his party.
In all this, we could spend very little time together. The rendezvous late night in his room slowly came to a stop as he got busier with work. Even though I was still getting every crumb of the political cookie, I missed his company, his touch, his breath, his lips and his cock!
I was addicted to him and was showing signs of withdrawal like an addict. With each passing day, my arousal would increase. No amount of masturbation helped and I wanted him and more of him. I spent nights in my bed furiously fingering myself, imagining myself in his bed, doing all the raunchy, nasty stuff but alas, we couldn’t. I knew that the wait would soon be over. I knew he too was craving for a piece of my ass and would come running once the election results were declared. We just had to wait!
Finally the D day arrived; voting day. A declared public holiday, many looked forward to this day. The urban crowd, usually pessimistic about politics go on a small vacation rather than vote; the rural and the economically backward classes would come out in hordes to vote. But this time, things were different.
Lines at the polling stations were long from the very beginning. The samples sizes and polling data started pouring in from noon. A massive 65% of the eligible voters turned out to vote. Man, woman, young, old and differently abled, all of them stood in the queues and waited their turn to vote.
This election had the largest number of first time voters and the voting lines were full of college kids enthusiastic to cast their vote. New channels were covering the voters and the polling data was fast emerging.
It is said that when elections happen at the peak of anti incumbency, polling numbers are huge. That’s exactly what was said that day. The media pundits started hammering their air waves with such news and analysis and perhaps that is what changed the minds of some voters who turned in late to vote.
Many of us were glued to the TV channels during the day, keeping track of the polls. Uday too was in his house, surrounded by his party men, watching and analysing the situation. The so called ‘War Room’ was buzzing with unprecedented activity with phones ringing constantly and people running around talking.
I messaged Uday a couple of times and got a prompt reply. Apart from discussing the polls, we caught up on other stuff and most importantly on our plans to ravage each other.
The media constantly covered the election day, especially the television media. Hour after hour discussion panels talked about the elections in the states. The election coverage went well in to the night, the night when I was in his office, on his couch , naked, sweaty and very close to an orgasm.
“Aahh…Aahahhh…Yeahhh…Don’t stop…” I moaned in the confines of his closed office. The air condition was on and the cold air and the arousal had made my nipples really hard. Uday was squatting on the floor in front of the couch, his clothes lying next to him on the floor. He was between my legs and his mouth was glued to pussy. His lips were sucking on my twat like a vacuum cleaner and his tongue wriggled on my clit while his finger slowly moved in and out of my puckered butt hole.
“Umm…Hmmpfff..” Uday moaned in approval and arousal as he saw me closing to an orgasm. He wriggled his tongue faster, sucked my pussy harder and fingered me harder pushing me to an orgasm.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…..” I screamed as I came. Luckily the office was empty with all the volunteers heading home after a weeks long and gruelling campaign and the only ones in the house were his guards which were waiting outside at the other end of the house, far from the office.
As I came back to my senses after a mind shattering orgasm, he stood up in front of me. His cock was semi erect and I immediately grabbed it and started jerking it. It started hardening in my hand immediately and it was nice and hard in a few moments.
“Aren’t you worried about the result?” I asked him as I gently stroked his cock.
“No…why should I worry. I am going to win and anyway, the results are a good 3 days away and is something I am not bothered about at the moment.” He replied confidently as he grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth closer to his cock.
I spat a large glob of saliva on his cock head and smeared it nicely all over the head and the length, making the tool wet and slick. I popped his cock in my mouth and started sucking it, using my usual blowjob technique. My soft lips and tongue, my compressing cheeks and my slow bobbing head was the way he loved it. He caressed my hair, tucking a lock of my long brown hair behind my ear.
He spent a few minutes in heavenly ecstasy before pushing me back. I lay on the couch, with my head resting on the back of the couch. I spread my legs wide and he got between them. Holding each of my leg at the ankle, he crouched in front of me, aligning his cock with my gaping pussy.
“Uday…” I called out to him just as his cock touched my pussy. He looked at me and stopped realising I was about to say something. We stared at each other for a few seconds before I spoke up.
“Fuck me in the ass.” I said before smiling coyly. He grinned at me devilishly, perhaps congratulating himself on bagging a horny, kinky slut like me.
“I will fuck your ass but only if you suck my cock and swallow my cum later.” He replied. I thought I was being kinky when I suggested anal sex but this man took it several notches above. I had most of the times let Uday finish in my mouth but the idea of sucking a cock which he been in my ass at other times would have grossed me out but at that moment I was looking forward to it.
“Have I ever said no to a nice cum shot?” I replied.
He immediately flipped me over and I got on my fours with my hands resting over the back of the couch. I spread my legs and arched my back getting into the position beautifully. I felt a thick glob of his saliva landing on my sensitive butt, some trickling down to my pussy and then another as he lubricated my tight, poorly explored orifice.
Uday placed his foot on the couch and placed his cock on my butt hole. I braced for the pain and clutched the couch tight and a moment later I felt his cock pierce my tight butt hole. That very moment I thought it was a bad idea to let a thick cock like his down there but as the signals of pleasure surged through my body the thoughts changed.
“Aahhhhh…Yessss….You fuck me so good…I’ve never been fucked like this….Aaahhhh…Udayyy…” I howled as he conquered the last remaining bastion of my body.
There was an air of nervousness, anticipation and hectic activity from the first light of dawn; it was the day of the count. People’s mandate was to be declared today and all the political parties were on the edge.
Politicians, their activists, workers and proteges and even journalists like me were up before sunrise and looking forward to a very hectic day. Most party offices were crowded and many watched the television from 8 am when the counting started.
Fifteen minutes later the first leads were declared. Across the 4 states that went to polls, the first leads showed Uday’s party leading. When other parties hadn’t even opened an account, his party was already leading in more than 10 seats across all the states. Just half an hour into the count everyone knew who the winner was.
The news channels flashed the mandate and celebrations broke out across the city. Every party branch office was distributing sweets, bursting fire crackers and Dhol Tasha teams were called in to set the mood. Inebriated party workers danced in the street and random hooliganism ensued.
I straight away headed to Uday’s house where I knew even bigger celebrations must be on. As I got out of the cab, I saw several television news crew vans on the street in front of his house.
Each journalist taping his brief, some beaming live, others just recording. Hundreds of party workers gathered outside and the scenes across the city were being repeated. Fire crackers, loud music was accompanied by loud sloganeering, cheering, screaming Uday’s name.
I pushed through the crowd and stood in front of the gate. I showed my permanent visitor’s card to the armed security guards who promptly frisked me before letting me in. I thought perhaps the celebrations inside would be a little measure but I was wrong. Inside the compound too there was loud music, fire crackers and some even had gulaal which they threw around.
The celebration was wilder and louder than any Indian festival, after all, it was the celebration of a modern Indian festival; the festival of a democratic election.
I walked over to the lobby and I was frisked again. Just as I entered, I saw Naina. She looked very happy. Covered in gulaal, her white saree had turned pink and her mouth was stuffed with sweets. She smiled at me and walked to me. We exchanged pleasantries before she escorted me to the war room.
Inside, Uday and his team were busy congratulating each other. Hand shakes and hugs were being exchanged. The entire campaign team was ecstatic from the landslide victory they had achieved. He was busy speaking on the phone and shaking hands and nodding in acknowledgement. He was being congratulated in person and perhaps also over the phone.
A huge flat screen TV in the room showed the results. By now, wins in many seats had been declared. It seemed that his party was going to achieve single party majority in all the states. The other parties, the erstwhile regional players were decimated. I knew that there were no celebrations at their offices.
I knew Uday would be too busy to talk to me. I just stayed there and watched; watched him walked around speaking on the phone, flashing that charming smile the whole while.
He walked over to me with a party worker behind him. He picked up a handful of sweets and brought it over to my mouth. I giggled and tried to turn away but he literally grabbed my face and stuffed my mouth with the sweets. It was indeed a sweet victory for everyone around.
I knew this was just the beginning of the day and it was going to get even more hectic. I stayed with Naina the whole time and did not interfere in Uday’s work. A while later, Uday, his wife and his confidants stepped out of the house and walked over to the huge lawn in front of it. The media crews had been let in and they started photographing and shooting the moment he emerged from the house.
Pushing his wheelchair bound wife to the lawn; they both looked very happy. He flashed the usual victory sign in front of the media and they all went crazy photographing. The camera flashes almost made me blind but I knew this was his moment in the sun.
He made a victory speech and then many photographs were clicked. I knew all the media channels and news papers would credit him for his party’s massive victory. This was the moment when he graduated to being the super heavy weight of Indian politics.
Like a fighter who staked claim to the heavy weight title, it seemed that he too was poised to stake claim to the title of Indian politics. He surely was the number one contender and surely had the champion mojo juice.
An hour later the activity shifted from Uday’s house to the party office. All the leaders of the party gathered and a massive press conference was arranged. Uday was seated in the centre of the dais and almost all the questions were thrown at him or at the party President.
The other leaders smiled and waved like they were genuinely happy, which to some extent they were because they and their chosen men had won many seats in all the states but there was a sense of jealousy and hatred behind their smiles.
Most of the leaders were old party loyalists. They had emerged from the grass root, student activist level. They had spent their years, greying hair and balding heads, knee deep in political muck to reach where they had today but this ‘Kal Ka Chokra’ Uday had just parachuted or perhaps crash landed into their party. Most of the leaders who were on the dais with him were as old as his late father. Uday was simply stealing everyone’s thunder.
The press conference ended and the counting came to a close. The victorious went behind closed doors to discuss and charter the new route i.e. Forming new governments in the elected states and the losers, emerged from behind the closed doors, sulking and blaming each other and the public for rejecting them.
Even though I wasn’t present for the hectic parleys of government formation, I was getting an inside view from Naina. Messages were being leaked every now and then as to who would be the next Chief Minister, what would be the composition of the cabinet.
Like always, a couple of days were spent discussing the government formation. Everyday, through my articles I was letting the news out on who would be the next ‘CM’s’ of the states. The euphoria of the victory subsided and serious politics was being played.
When the final announcement on the government formations were made, Uday’s faction emerged victorious. Leaders hand picked by Uday were made CM and his choices composed a majority of all the cabinets that were being formed.
A couple of days later swearing in ceremonies of the cabinets took place. The events were grandly organised and the opulence just bowled everyone away. It was as if they were flaunting their victory, thumbing the new opposition’s nose.
With the largest states in Uday’s kitty, the Central Government got weaker. The loss wasn’t just numerical but also moral. With most of the alliance partners defeated in their own backyards, the Centre was reduced to a headless chicken, a lame duck government.
The opposition in the Centre i.e. Uday’s party saw a resurgence of enthusiasm. The opposition got very vocal and vociferous in the Parliament. They blocked any new bills that the government introduced and almost every subsequent session washed out. The government came to a stand still. The political environment was charged and delicately poised.
The idea was simple; to push and paralyse the functioning of the parliament and block any bills that were proposed, push the government to the edge till the point that it collapsed and elections were declared and it was going exactly the way it was planned.
The floor management of the ruling alliance went haywire. They were loosing numbers by the day. The parties that were extending ‘outside’ support were now leveraging their position to squeeze out every ounce of advantage they could secure. Secret deals were made and old, flimsy pacts broken. Political equations were morphing every hour of every day.
Uday had bagged most of the industrialists but those who were belligerent were culled. Dirty secrets about these rogue businessmen were leaked to the media, mostly through my news paper. One after another, pawns fell or changed sides.
The Prime Minister was rapidly becoming a lame duck as his government and coalition partners scrambled to keep the government in place. In all this chaos Uday emerged as knight in shining armour, leading his party’s charge in the parliament.
His passionate speeches on the issues plaguing the nation, his scathing attacks on the government, its rampant corruption, its mismanagement of the economy, flawed foreign policy and its inherent weakness were exposed by him in the well of the house and in front of the media for the public to watch.
After the victory in elections, Uday had emerged a political heavy weight but now he was eyeing the number one contender position. The only leader as strong as him was old and was being rapidly sidelined and all his men aligning with Uday.
The media and the people soon started speaking of Uday and out of this emerged the idea of Uday Singh, Prime Minister of India.
‘We celebrate tonight.’ read Uday’s sms. I was surprised when I read the message. I thought the celebrations were over. In fact I had attended one of the parties and was a little bewildered as to what the celebrations meant.
I was escorted to the airport from my house by a car arranged by Naina. I was driven straight to the parking bay of the airport. No check in, no checking; the car drove straight past the gate of the airport and I stepped out near a helicopter standing outside a hangar. It was Uday’s chopper. Uday or Naina were no where to be seen.
The driver bid me goodbye and the pilot welcomed me. I sat in the chopper and wore the headphone as the rotors above started moving. I was a bit confused as to what was happening, yet extremely impressed. I was asked to bring along a couple of days of luggage and I had taken leave from work. The helicopter took off and we were over the city in minutes.
I asked the pilot where we were going. He told me we were flying to a place in the mountains, 300 kilometres north. I guessed it was a hill station of some sort and perhaps I was going to Uday’s farmhouse.
The hour long helicopter ride was quite. It was my first chopper ride and I enjoyed it thoroughly, peeping through the windows and watch the world so small. For a few minutes, I was living the high life.
The chopper landed in a field. I got off the chopper holding my hair as it flew in the gust created by the down thrust of the slowing rotor. A chauffeur took my bag and escorted me to the car and from there we drew to the farmhouse.
Farmhouse is an understatement; The place was a damn castle. It was spread over an estate spanning several hundred hectares. Nestled in the valley surrounded by snow clad mountains, the place was straight out a dream. Some would call it their happy place, some would call it Utopia......
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The wafer thin alliance that formed out of the need to keep Uday’s party out of power and get itself in power was loosing pace. The idea of an alternative, a change in the political scene of the country wasn’t holding water.
The idea of the grand alliance seemed doomed from the very beginning. Rifts emerged in the alliance, right from choosing the Prime Minister to allocating key ministerial portfolios. The bureaucratic yes men lobbied for their posts, aligning themselves with leaders who served their interests best.
The ruling alliance was led by Bhagwati Prasad, the current Prime Minister. The octogenarian was a Gandhian by value and a Spartan by lifestyle. Early age entrant into politics, he emerged as a strong man politician from the grass root. His image with the public and his peers was that of a man with impeccable integrity and excellent management skills.
His soft spoken mannerisms and friends across the political spectrum was what made the alliance choose him as its Prime Minister. But even for all his good qualities, the ground under him was slipping. The political vultures from his own party and the opposition, some of them his one time proteges were getting out of control.
Each regional leader was either vying for a ministry for himself or his chosen man. Governance took a back seat and regional, caste and religion based politics came to the fore. The Central Government started loosing sense of the centrality and turned more and more federal or rather feudal with a feudal lord from each state (fiefdom) trying to pip the other to the top.
Political equations were changing everyday, political breaking news coming in every few hours and journalists like me were having a field day. During this hotchpotch of political dramas, many state elections were declared. Most of these were governed by the members of the grand alliance. These states not only contributed significantly to the tally of MP’s to the Lower House of the Parliament but also gave a sizeable contribution to the Upper House.
The party that ruled these states had a shot at the Capital and everyone, right from the political leaders and pundits, to industry tzars, to media and print journalists, right up to the common man on the street knew this. And this is where my interview with Uday worked.
The interview had become a hot topic everywhere in the country. Many news channels and papers, including mine took the topics mentioned in the interview further which propelled Uday further.
His appeal was spreading from the urban rich to the rural poor. He was in the news….He was the news. Overnight he emerged as a strong contender within his own party and had gained enough weight to go politically super critical. For a man who had spent only a decade in active politics, He had come a long way and his political juggernaut seemed unstoppable.
He was fast emerging as the star campaigner for his party, addressing rallies across the poll bound states and I, his secret mistress had a front row view of his rise. As a member of his press corps, I had a the privileged insight in the happenings everyday, every hour and every minute.
Uday rode in like a rock star making an entry to the rally in a helicopter. The masses watched in awe, covering their eyes from the dust that rose from the descending chopper. I knew the rising dust was a sign of a political storm brewing but chose to go with the flow because, this was just another chance to propel my fledgling career.
Massive rallies were organised in the poll bound states. Thousands attended, many out of curiosity and many bribed with 500 bucks and biryani into attending but whatever the methods, whether biryanis or not, the rallies were having an impact.
Uday and his party were everywhere in the news. The 24 hour news channels and their over zealous reporters beamed his rallies live. I on the other hand catered to the print media readers and my daily coverage of the campaign was catching attention.
Uday’s political stock was rising, hitting upper circuit everyday but the trade didn’t stop and a clear bull pattern emerged. Whereas the ruling alliance’s stock was in a free fall, close to being de-listed by the people.
My articles were on the first page every day with detailed analysis on the inner pages. For a 24 year old, this was sign of my arrival. I spent hours in the choppers, the media convoys and the front row seats where I’d see, listen and observe Uday as he bowled over the population.
Days were spent chasing Uday across the states where he addressed rallies, held road shows and mingled with the general populace. Every photo opportunity was capitalised to the max and his campaign was covered extensively, to the point, even being discussed on social media. His PR machinery was into overdrive, cashing in on every opportunity to highlight him.
My evenings were spent writing reports and sending them to my editor for the next day’s publication and my nights were spent behind the closed doors of Uday’s private and overly guarded rooms where I pleasured him and got pleasured by him.
He was like a machine; leaving before sunrise, working all day and fucking me all night with just a couple of hours of sleep in between. With him I too worked like a machine, covering his campaign all day and getting fucked by him all night. We showed no signs of fatigue during the day and especially during then night.
On one such night, Uday and I were in the bed, naked between the sheets. He was sitting with his head resting against the headboard. I was lying next to him, my head resting over his stomach and my mouth sucking on his cock.
We were both facing the wall mounted TV which was a couple of feet away from the bed. The news channel was on and as with like with each election season, opinion polls were being displayed and discussed.
Uday flipped the channels every now and then and watched each news channel discussing the same thing. What was the most interesting thing about the opinion poll? His party was clearly the winner in all the poll bound states. The political commentators were crediting him with the undeclared mandate and the opposition was trashing the opinion polls as usual.
Apart from the news in which my man was emerging the winner, I noticed that Uday’s cock was unusually hard and was oozing pre-cum. Now I know I am a blowjob champ but I had never felt his cock behaving like this ever. I noticed that each time he saw his perceived victory being flashed on the TV, his cock would twitch.
Every time the news anchor said his name, his cock would twitch. I wasn’t the only thing making him hard; it was the lust for victory, power, the authority that was turning him on. A bell rung in my head about his narcissistic, psychophantic behavior but I wasn’t complaining at the moment because I had a hard, cum oozing cock to suck on.
“Enough with ego inflation. Fuck me now.” I said as I stradled him, blocking the view of the tv. I straightened his cock and aligned it with my pussy before slowly sliding down on it. I closed my eyes and sighed as always as his thick cock pierced my already wet and waiting pussy.
Uday, already high and turned on from the percieved victory and the sincere blowjob, pulled me down, grabbed my ass and started fucking me from underneath.
“Aaahhhh…yeaahhh…Aah..Aahh..Aaahhh.” I screamed as he went into overdrive from the very beginning. The sound of his big beautiful balls slapping against my ass reverberated through the room, rivalling the howls of the overzealous news anchors on TV. I knew, his entourage in the neighbouring rooms were having a sleepless night, hearing my screams through the thin hotel walls. The thought itself made me cum and I screamed loudly as I came.
I slid of his sweaty body and assumed my position as his bitch. With me beautifully positioned on my fours, he kneeled behind me. I felt his hairy thighs brush against my smooth, soft inner thighs, tickling them. He stuffed his cock back inside it’s rightful place and started pounding me.
I spent the next several minutes on my fours, wincing, squirming, moaning and screaming as he fucked me. My hair was pulled, my tits were squeezed, my ass was spanked, my shoulders bitten and everything else imaginable happened which I thoroughly enjoyed and expressed through loud satisfactory orgasms. When he was close to cumming, I kneeled in front of him and sucked him off till he came in my mouth. He loved it when I swallowed a mouthful of his jizz and I obliged every time including this time.
As we settled down after cleaning ourselves, Uday handed me a dossier. I opened it and started reading and a couple of minutes later stared at him with wide eyes.
“This is about Marwah!” I yelled in utter disbelief. Marwah was one of the biggest industrialists in the country. Named in the Forbes magazine year after year, he was the richest man in the country and one of the richest men in the world but the things about him in the dossier were far from flattering.
“Yeah.” He replied nonchalantly as he lit a cigarette and sat on the couch near the bed.
“But isn’t Marwah aligned to the ruling coalition?” I asked as I dug my eyes back in to the dossier.
Marwah was traditionally a pro establishment industrialist, aligning with the party in power. In fact, this is how he came to build his vast business empire. However, he was at loggerheads with Uday’s party when they it was in power over several business initiatives.
The word goes that some in the previous government asked for a cut. Now Marwah wasn’t averse to sharing but the share demanded was something Marwah couldn’t digest. The conflict had been brewing in the underbelly of politics and business but eventually spilled over into the public domain.
Marwah refused the overtures and they had a fallout. The cozy bed was broken and a feud ensued. This rift caused Marwah to pledge his allegiance to the alliance. It was his money that was fuelling the current government.
“You are a smart girl.” He replied as he tapped the ash in to the tray.
“But I don’t think this is incriminating enough to stick.” I said.
“I don’t want him to go to prison honey…I just want to bring him over to my side…the winning side.” He said as he burned out the cigarette and sat on the bed next to me.
“This is going to be in day after’s edition.” He said as he pushed me on my back on the bed. I simply nodded yes and spread my legs as he got between them.
“Aaahhh…Yesss…” I arched my back and sighed as he pushed his cock inside me.
I got the Marwah Scandal story. The story had just the right amount of political juice to nourish my needs of a fast track career. The story broke in the edition day after and a whole lot of trouble started for Marwah. His stock started crashing, his PR machinery went into overdrive to undo the damage done, exactly what Uday wanted.
Even though, I wasn’t personally present in the meeting, but I learned that Uday and Marwah reached an agreement and Marwah switched over to Uday’s party. With Marwah’s alliance, Uday’s campaign coffers started ringing.
The cash needed for the massive campaign plan was finally in place. After Marwah, other industrialists followed suit and soon, several chambers of commerce and industry were endorsing Uday openly as a messiah the nation needed.
His appeal with the urban populace started growing day after day. It was exactly what the urban youth wanted to hear. A young, dynamic leader who could steer the economy out of trouble and usher in a new era of vibrant economic growth, an era where they’d have jobs and if they had one already, a better paying job would follow.
As the campaigns got closer, Uday got busier. He was completely immersed in his campaign, addressing rallies, giving interviews, mingling with the people and appearing as the good guy amongst the other political ogres. When he was alone, he would be surrounded by his PR guys, his campaign managers and his followers. They’d discuss political strategy at all times and chart the course ahead.
The opinion polls were now showing his party as a clear winner with a clean sweep across the state. Every news channel was showing the same thing all day and all night and his stock grew in the states that weren’t going to election. He was getting bigger than his party.
In all this, we could spend very little time together. The rendezvous late night in his room slowly came to a stop as he got busier with work. Even though I was still getting every crumb of the political cookie, I missed his company, his touch, his breath, his lips and his cock!
I was addicted to him and was showing signs of withdrawal like an addict. With each passing day, my arousal would increase. No amount of masturbation helped and I wanted him and more of him. I spent nights in my bed furiously fingering myself, imagining myself in his bed, doing all the raunchy, nasty stuff but alas, we couldn’t. I knew that the wait would soon be over. I knew he too was craving for a piece of my ass and would come running once the election results were declared. We just had to wait!
Finally the D day arrived; voting day. A declared public holiday, many looked forward to this day. The urban crowd, usually pessimistic about politics go on a small vacation rather than vote; the rural and the economically backward classes would come out in hordes to vote. But this time, things were different.
Lines at the polling stations were long from the very beginning. The samples sizes and polling data started pouring in from noon. A massive 65% of the eligible voters turned out to vote. Man, woman, young, old and differently abled, all of them stood in the queues and waited their turn to vote.
This election had the largest number of first time voters and the voting lines were full of college kids enthusiastic to cast their vote. New channels were covering the voters and the polling data was fast emerging.
It is said that when elections happen at the peak of anti incumbency, polling numbers are huge. That’s exactly what was said that day. The media pundits started hammering their air waves with such news and analysis and perhaps that is what changed the minds of some voters who turned in late to vote.
Many of us were glued to the TV channels during the day, keeping track of the polls. Uday too was in his house, surrounded by his party men, watching and analysing the situation. The so called ‘War Room’ was buzzing with unprecedented activity with phones ringing constantly and people running around talking.
I messaged Uday a couple of times and got a prompt reply. Apart from discussing the polls, we caught up on other stuff and most importantly on our plans to ravage each other.
The media constantly covered the election day, especially the television media. Hour after hour discussion panels talked about the elections in the states. The election coverage went well in to the night, the night when I was in his office, on his couch , naked, sweaty and very close to an orgasm.
“Aahh…Aahahhh…Yeahhh…Don’t stop…” I moaned in the confines of his closed office. The air condition was on and the cold air and the arousal had made my nipples really hard. Uday was squatting on the floor in front of the couch, his clothes lying next to him on the floor. He was between my legs and his mouth was glued to pussy. His lips were sucking on my twat like a vacuum cleaner and his tongue wriggled on my clit while his finger slowly moved in and out of my puckered butt hole.
“Umm…Hmmpfff..” Uday moaned in approval and arousal as he saw me closing to an orgasm. He wriggled his tongue faster, sucked my pussy harder and fingered me harder pushing me to an orgasm.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…..” I screamed as I came. Luckily the office was empty with all the volunteers heading home after a weeks long and gruelling campaign and the only ones in the house were his guards which were waiting outside at the other end of the house, far from the office.
As I came back to my senses after a mind shattering orgasm, he stood up in front of me. His cock was semi erect and I immediately grabbed it and started jerking it. It started hardening in my hand immediately and it was nice and hard in a few moments.
“Aren’t you worried about the result?” I asked him as I gently stroked his cock.
“No…why should I worry. I am going to win and anyway, the results are a good 3 days away and is something I am not bothered about at the moment.” He replied confidently as he grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth closer to his cock.
I spat a large glob of saliva on his cock head and smeared it nicely all over the head and the length, making the tool wet and slick. I popped his cock in my mouth and started sucking it, using my usual blowjob technique. My soft lips and tongue, my compressing cheeks and my slow bobbing head was the way he loved it. He caressed my hair, tucking a lock of my long brown hair behind my ear.
He spent a few minutes in heavenly ecstasy before pushing me back. I lay on the couch, with my head resting on the back of the couch. I spread my legs wide and he got between them. Holding each of my leg at the ankle, he crouched in front of me, aligning his cock with my gaping pussy.
“Uday…” I called out to him just as his cock touched my pussy. He looked at me and stopped realising I was about to say something. We stared at each other for a few seconds before I spoke up.
“Fuck me in the ass.” I said before smiling coyly. He grinned at me devilishly, perhaps congratulating himself on bagging a horny, kinky slut like me.
“I will fuck your ass but only if you suck my cock and swallow my cum later.” He replied. I thought I was being kinky when I suggested anal sex but this man took it several notches above. I had most of the times let Uday finish in my mouth but the idea of sucking a cock which he been in my ass at other times would have grossed me out but at that moment I was looking forward to it.
“Have I ever said no to a nice cum shot?” I replied.
He immediately flipped me over and I got on my fours with my hands resting over the back of the couch. I spread my legs and arched my back getting into the position beautifully. I felt a thick glob of his saliva landing on my sensitive butt, some trickling down to my pussy and then another as he lubricated my tight, poorly explored orifice.
Uday placed his foot on the couch and placed his cock on my butt hole. I braced for the pain and clutched the couch tight and a moment later I felt his cock pierce my tight butt hole. That very moment I thought it was a bad idea to let a thick cock like his down there but as the signals of pleasure surged through my body the thoughts changed.
“Aahhhhh…Yessss….You fuck me so good…I’ve never been fucked like this….Aaahhhh…Udayyy…” I howled as he conquered the last remaining bastion of my body.
There was an air of nervousness, anticipation and hectic activity from the first light of dawn; it was the day of the count. People’s mandate was to be declared today and all the political parties were on the edge.
Politicians, their activists, workers and proteges and even journalists like me were up before sunrise and looking forward to a very hectic day. Most party offices were crowded and many watched the television from 8 am when the counting started.
Fifteen minutes later the first leads were declared. Across the 4 states that went to polls, the first leads showed Uday’s party leading. When other parties hadn’t even opened an account, his party was already leading in more than 10 seats across all the states. Just half an hour into the count everyone knew who the winner was.
The news channels flashed the mandate and celebrations broke out across the city. Every party branch office was distributing sweets, bursting fire crackers and Dhol Tasha teams were called in to set the mood. Inebriated party workers danced in the street and random hooliganism ensued.
I straight away headed to Uday’s house where I knew even bigger celebrations must be on. As I got out of the cab, I saw several television news crew vans on the street in front of his house.
Each journalist taping his brief, some beaming live, others just recording. Hundreds of party workers gathered outside and the scenes across the city were being repeated. Fire crackers, loud music was accompanied by loud sloganeering, cheering, screaming Uday’s name.
I pushed through the crowd and stood in front of the gate. I showed my permanent visitor’s card to the armed security guards who promptly frisked me before letting me in. I thought perhaps the celebrations inside would be a little measure but I was wrong. Inside the compound too there was loud music, fire crackers and some even had gulaal which they threw around.
The celebration was wilder and louder than any Indian festival, after all, it was the celebration of a modern Indian festival; the festival of a democratic election.
I walked over to the lobby and I was frisked again. Just as I entered, I saw Naina. She looked very happy. Covered in gulaal, her white saree had turned pink and her mouth was stuffed with sweets. She smiled at me and walked to me. We exchanged pleasantries before she escorted me to the war room.
Inside, Uday and his team were busy congratulating each other. Hand shakes and hugs were being exchanged. The entire campaign team was ecstatic from the landslide victory they had achieved. He was busy speaking on the phone and shaking hands and nodding in acknowledgement. He was being congratulated in person and perhaps also over the phone.
A huge flat screen TV in the room showed the results. By now, wins in many seats had been declared. It seemed that his party was going to achieve single party majority in all the states. The other parties, the erstwhile regional players were decimated. I knew that there were no celebrations at their offices.
I knew Uday would be too busy to talk to me. I just stayed there and watched; watched him walked around speaking on the phone, flashing that charming smile the whole while.
He walked over to me with a party worker behind him. He picked up a handful of sweets and brought it over to my mouth. I giggled and tried to turn away but he literally grabbed my face and stuffed my mouth with the sweets. It was indeed a sweet victory for everyone around.
I knew this was just the beginning of the day and it was going to get even more hectic. I stayed with Naina the whole time and did not interfere in Uday’s work. A while later, Uday, his wife and his confidants stepped out of the house and walked over to the huge lawn in front of it. The media crews had been let in and they started photographing and shooting the moment he emerged from the house.
Pushing his wheelchair bound wife to the lawn; they both looked very happy. He flashed the usual victory sign in front of the media and they all went crazy photographing. The camera flashes almost made me blind but I knew this was his moment in the sun.
He made a victory speech and then many photographs were clicked. I knew all the media channels and news papers would credit him for his party’s massive victory. This was the moment when he graduated to being the super heavy weight of Indian politics.
Like a fighter who staked claim to the heavy weight title, it seemed that he too was poised to stake claim to the title of Indian politics. He surely was the number one contender and surely had the champion mojo juice.
An hour later the activity shifted from Uday’s house to the party office. All the leaders of the party gathered and a massive press conference was arranged. Uday was seated in the centre of the dais and almost all the questions were thrown at him or at the party President.
The other leaders smiled and waved like they were genuinely happy, which to some extent they were because they and their chosen men had won many seats in all the states but there was a sense of jealousy and hatred behind their smiles.
Most of the leaders were old party loyalists. They had emerged from the grass root, student activist level. They had spent their years, greying hair and balding heads, knee deep in political muck to reach where they had today but this ‘Kal Ka Chokra’ Uday had just parachuted or perhaps crash landed into their party. Most of the leaders who were on the dais with him were as old as his late father. Uday was simply stealing everyone’s thunder.
The press conference ended and the counting came to a close. The victorious went behind closed doors to discuss and charter the new route i.e. Forming new governments in the elected states and the losers, emerged from behind the closed doors, sulking and blaming each other and the public for rejecting them.
Even though I wasn’t present for the hectic parleys of government formation, I was getting an inside view from Naina. Messages were being leaked every now and then as to who would be the next Chief Minister, what would be the composition of the cabinet.
Like always, a couple of days were spent discussing the government formation. Everyday, through my articles I was letting the news out on who would be the next ‘CM’s’ of the states. The euphoria of the victory subsided and serious politics was being played.
When the final announcement on the government formations were made, Uday’s faction emerged victorious. Leaders hand picked by Uday were made CM and his choices composed a majority of all the cabinets that were being formed.
A couple of days later swearing in ceremonies of the cabinets took place. The events were grandly organised and the opulence just bowled everyone away. It was as if they were flaunting their victory, thumbing the new opposition’s nose.
With the largest states in Uday’s kitty, the Central Government got weaker. The loss wasn’t just numerical but also moral. With most of the alliance partners defeated in their own backyards, the Centre was reduced to a headless chicken, a lame duck government.
The opposition in the Centre i.e. Uday’s party saw a resurgence of enthusiasm. The opposition got very vocal and vociferous in the Parliament. They blocked any new bills that the government introduced and almost every subsequent session washed out. The government came to a stand still. The political environment was charged and delicately poised.
The idea was simple; to push and paralyse the functioning of the parliament and block any bills that were proposed, push the government to the edge till the point that it collapsed and elections were declared and it was going exactly the way it was planned.
The floor management of the ruling alliance went haywire. They were loosing numbers by the day. The parties that were extending ‘outside’ support were now leveraging their position to squeeze out every ounce of advantage they could secure. Secret deals were made and old, flimsy pacts broken. Political equations were morphing every hour of every day.
Uday had bagged most of the industrialists but those who were belligerent were culled. Dirty secrets about these rogue businessmen were leaked to the media, mostly through my news paper. One after another, pawns fell or changed sides.
The Prime Minister was rapidly becoming a lame duck as his government and coalition partners scrambled to keep the government in place. In all this chaos Uday emerged as knight in shining armour, leading his party’s charge in the parliament.
His passionate speeches on the issues plaguing the nation, his scathing attacks on the government, its rampant corruption, its mismanagement of the economy, flawed foreign policy and its inherent weakness were exposed by him in the well of the house and in front of the media for the public to watch.
After the victory in elections, Uday had emerged a political heavy weight but now he was eyeing the number one contender position. The only leader as strong as him was old and was being rapidly sidelined and all his men aligning with Uday.
The media and the people soon started speaking of Uday and out of this emerged the idea of Uday Singh, Prime Minister of India.
‘We celebrate tonight.’ read Uday’s sms. I was surprised when I read the message. I thought the celebrations were over. In fact I had attended one of the parties and was a little bewildered as to what the celebrations meant.
I was escorted to the airport from my house by a car arranged by Naina. I was driven straight to the parking bay of the airport. No check in, no checking; the car drove straight past the gate of the airport and I stepped out near a helicopter standing outside a hangar. It was Uday’s chopper. Uday or Naina were no where to be seen.
The driver bid me goodbye and the pilot welcomed me. I sat in the chopper and wore the headphone as the rotors above started moving. I was a bit confused as to what was happening, yet extremely impressed. I was asked to bring along a couple of days of luggage and I had taken leave from work. The helicopter took off and we were over the city in minutes.
I asked the pilot where we were going. He told me we were flying to a place in the mountains, 300 kilometres north. I guessed it was a hill station of some sort and perhaps I was going to Uday’s farmhouse.
The hour long helicopter ride was quite. It was my first chopper ride and I enjoyed it thoroughly, peeping through the windows and watch the world so small. For a few minutes, I was living the high life.
The chopper landed in a field. I got off the chopper holding my hair as it flew in the gust created by the down thrust of the slowing rotor. A chauffeur took my bag and escorted me to the car and from there we drew to the farmhouse.
Farmhouse is an understatement; The place was a damn castle. It was spread over an estate spanning several hundred hectares. Nestled in the valley surrounded by snow clad mountains, the place was straight out a dream. Some would call it their happy place, some would call it Utopia......
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