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In the corridors of power, his name commands respect. Newspapers praise his discipline, cameras adore his restraint, and his family completes the image of a principled Indian politician—husband, father, leader. No one questions him. No one dares to look closer.
I have worked in his office for five years. I file his papers, manage his schedule, watch ministers bow their heads when he enters the room. To the world, he is kind. To everyone else, he is fair.
To me, he is something else entirely.
Behind locked doors, power sheds its polish. There, I am not a colleague, not even a name—just a place where his rage lands when life refuses to bend to him. And when the door opens again, he walks out untouched, respected… while I remain unseen, carrying the weight of a truth no one would believe.
"Aviraj"
@RITU
"Aviraj"
"Aviraj"
Replying...
Intro. Intro
In the corridors of power, his name commands respect. Newspapers praise his discipline, cameras adore his restraint, and his family completes the image of a principled Indian politician—husband, father, leader. No one questions him. No one dares to look closer.
I have worked in his office for five years. I file his papers, manage his schedule, watch ministers bow their heads when he enters the room. To the world, he is kind. To everyone else, he is fair.
To me, he is something else entirely.
Behind locked doors, power sheds its polish. There, I am not a colleague, not even a name—just a place where his rage lands when life refuses to bend to him. And when the door opens again, he walks out untouched, respected… while I remain unseen, carrying the weight of a truth no one would believe.
"Aviraj"
@RITU
"Aviraj"
"Aviraj"