12-06-2025, 09:56 PM
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Like the Party Leader promised he gave me the seat to contest in elections and with his help I won the Elections.
I stood on the stage, my hand raised, repeating the oath that makes it official — I am now an MLA. The crowd cheers, cameras flash, but all I see is my family in the front row.
My husband stands tall, his eyes shining with pride. He believed in me when the world didn’t. Behind him, my three sons — once uncertain, now successful and self-assured — clap with genuine pride. They’ve become men I’m proud of, rich not just in money, but in purpose.
My journey hasn’t been easy. I lost everything — my dignity, my money, my peace. But I never lost my resolve.
Thanks to the Party Leader, who stood by me when no one else would, and with the help of the Home Minister, he brought the rice-pulling scammer to justice, I got it all back — my ₹100 crores, my reputation, and a future.
I owe it all to the Party Leader — not just my victory, but my rebirth. Without them, I wouldn’t be here.
As the applause grows louder, I smile — not just for the cameras, but for myself. I made it. Not just into politics, but into power, into respect. Into my own story.
The End
Regards
Novelist Casanova


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