Chapter 1: Victory

 "WE WON THE ELECTIONS!!"

Naveen entered the Chandravanshi house shouting in euphoria. And soon, the people inside the house heard the sounds of drums, trumpets and the burning of firecrackers, commencing the celebrations.

"Uncle! Aunty! Miral! We won," Naveen screamed yet again.

Hearing Naveen's voice, the entire Chandravanshi family gathered in the hall. Their lips were curved in a wide smile and their happiness was clearly visible through their expressions.

"We won, once again!" Naveen sighed.

"I told you, Naveen. Till the time, my younger daughter is here for me, no one can beat me in the elections. She is my backbone," Mr Raghuveer Chandravanshi proudly boasted, looking at his daughter.

"Miral! Come here," Mrs Chandravanshi spoke in a soft tone, inviting her daughter to hug her.

She smiled. She was standing there, looking at her family members, celebrating their victory. Blue eyes, sharp features, an hourglass figure covered with jeans and a kurta, and long wavy hairs. She indeed looked like a princess.

"Yes, Mom," she muttered. She walked towards her mother and hugged her who in turn squeezed her daughter in the happiness of her husband's victory.

While everyone was jumping and dancing in joy, she just was there, just smiling and silently observing everything. 

"You're the underdog, and I know, I have a brilliant successor after me. You're meant to rule, Miral," Raghuveer proudly spoke.

"Thanks, Baba!" She responded with a smile.

"Okay! Now enough of emotional drama! We should celebrate now! We have won the elections!" Naveen chirped, trying to lift up the mood.

"And we will. Naveen, ask the driver to start the car. You and Miral, you two are going for the roadshow. There will be a huge celebration. We will party today," Raghuveer spoke.

"But these celebrations are incomplete without someone, Baba," Miral spoke.

"Miral!" Raghuveer glared at her.

"She is your elder daughter, and she had the right to choose what she wanted in her life. You can't be angry at her for that, Baba," she abundantly spoke.

Raghuveer went silent for a second. He knew he could never fight with Miral because she never knew to lose.

"Fine. Inform my elder daughter and my son-in-law. Invite them," Raghuveer told his wife in an uninterested voice.

Miral smiled.

"Naveen. Let's go for the roadshow. Let the entire city know who won," she shouted and walked out of the house, while Naveen followed her.

Both of them got into the car. The sounds of the drums and trumpets were soaring. Media personnel had arrived to cover the live footage of the winning celebrations and they tried to talk to Miral about it, but she confidently dodged them before getting into the car.

She comfortably sat on the back seat while Naveen sat on the seat beside the driver.

"Any beer bottle?" Miral asked Naveen.

"It's daytime!" Naveen glared.

"So what? My dad won the elections. I need it to celebrate," she pouted.

"Fine. It's in the trunk," he sighed.

Naveen got up and pulled out a beer bottle from the trunk and handed it over to Miral, and then walked towards the seat.

Meanwhile, Miral unscrewed the cap and started drinking the beer at once.

Till the time Naveen buckled his seatbelt, she sighed and burped.

"Don't tell me you got done with a pint of beer in minutes?" Naveen glared at her.

"I did. I am happy, my dad won," She proudly boasted.

"I know you, Miral Chandravanshi. You aren't happy because your dad won. He keeps on winning. There are some other reasons," he spoke in a firm voice.

Miral smirked as she leaned on her seat.

"You're right, Naveen. I am not happy because I won. I am happy because the Shekhawat's lost."

She had an evil grin on her face while speaking this.

"I knew it," Naveen nodded.

"Those cartoons had to lose. They messed up with the wrong girl during promotions," Miral winked.

"Yes ma'am. You're correct," he smiled.

"Shall we leave now?" Miral looked at the driver who in turn looked at Naveen.

Naveen chuckled and nodded to the driver.

"Remember one thing, Nav. When we will pass through Shekhawat's house, the sound of the drums should soar. The enthusiasm of our people should go sky high. Their ears should bleed with the sounds of my Dad's victory."

Miral had an evil grin while saying that.

Miral Chandravanshi, the younger daughter of MLA Raghuveer Chandravanshi, was a girl with beauty and brains. She was witty and cunning and knew how to play her games. Even Raghuveer used to consult with her before taking any important decision of the party. She was meant to rule the political world, and she would rightfully do so, because there was one thing that Miral never learnt, to lose.

"He should have died before taking birth. What a useless son I have!" Manohar Singh Shekhawat spewed hate against the guy standing in front of him.

"Dad! Don't say this," a girl muttered, trying to hold Manohar's hands.

"Don't you dare to take your elder brother's side, Akshita," Manohar spoke as he jerked off her hands from his arms.

"Dad," she said in a sad tone.

Manohar turned towards her and looked at her. He had anger and disappointment visible in his eyes.

"This guy is so useless that he couldn't even manage the election campaign properly. I had told him what to do and how to do it, I had given him all the dos and don'ts, yet he screwed up. He screwed up big this time, and you can see the results. We lost, once again," Manohar growled.

"Don't blame your loss on me, old man. You have been losing to the Chandravanshis since forever. Earlier I wasn't even involved in the campaigns, this was the first time I took part. So you can't blame me for your loss," the son shouted at his father.

"ADITYA!"

A loud roar followed by a hard slap landed on Aditya's face, almost making him lose his balance and fall to the ground.

He touched his cheeks and looked at his angry father standing and looking at him.

"You're a worthless and useless pile of dirt for me. Nothing more. A black sheep for the family. If I hadn't loved your mother, I would have kicked you out of the house years ago," Manohar gritted.

Aditya looked at Manohar and all he could see was hate in his father's eyes for him. This wasn't just the disappointment and anger due to the loss they incurred, but it was pure spite and hate. He felt pity for his father.

"You couldn't be a good father to me, Mr Manohar Singh Shekhawat," Aditya growled and stormed towards his room.

"Yeah, now go to your room and remain wasted in alcohol. That's what you have done ever since you were a teenager," Manohar shouted behind his back.

Aditya Singh Shekhawat, the eldest son of Manohar Singh Shekhawat, felt like a disappointment to his father. He was an alcoholic and no matter how much he tried, he could never do anything correctly His past trauma's made him go cold and the hatred he received from his father brewed hate in his heart.

Being the son of a powerful politician, he was known by people and many girls drooled over him due to his insanely hot looks. But those black eyes could never see the light or positive in the world, it only soared in darkness.

As Aditya reached his room, he locked himself in and reached towards the mini bar situated in his room to pour himself a drink. He poured a glass full of whiskey and gulped it down at once. The hard alcohol burnt his throat but he couldn't care less as his body was burning in rage.

"AARGGHHH!"

He shouted in sheer frustration before breaking the glass that he was holding in his hand. The pieces of glass pierced his palm and started bleeding, but it felt like he didn't even feel the slightest amount of pain at that moment.

He had a perfect plan that would have led his father to victory, and maybe he would have hated him a little less, but the rejection he got, it was harder than any slap of humiliation.

FLASHBACK

"I want to meet Miral Chandravanshi," Aditya spoke in a polite manner to the peon standing in front of Miral's office.

He wanted to meet her and discuss something, as he had a plan that would be beneficial for both the parties.

After a minute, the peon came out of the office with a grin on his lips. That grin confused Aditya.

"Miral?" He questioned her.

"Miral ma'am would not even want to spit in front of losers like you. Meet and greet would be the last thing," the peon chuckled.

"Mind your language." The peon's tone frustrated Aditya, but still, he was determined to behave.

"She was the one who had asked me to tell you this," the peon politely replied with a smirk.

END OF FLASHBACK

The rage that Aditya was boiling wasn't enough when he heard the voices of trumpets and drums soaring high. It distracted him, and he walked towards his balcony to watch what the pomp and show were for.

As Aditya reached the balcony, his rage was inflated ten folds. It was the victory roadshow for the Chandravanshis. Aditya was about to turn around and leave, but that's when his eyes fall on her.

She was peeking out from the sunroof of her car, enjoying the sounds and dancing to the drums, laughing and celebrating her victory.

The moment he saw her, the entire world seemed to blur out, the sounds faded and he just looked at her. But his eyes weren't infatuated with her, it spewed pure hate.

He had set his eyes on his target, the only game he would be playing and would desire to emerge victorious.

"Miral Chandravanshi. I hate you and I am going to make you suffer. You just wait and watch!"