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GAME OF THRONE

 The  life was becoming impossible for her to restrain herself from expressing her strong resentment to a sort of coup against her by her own mother and brother. 

She was very close to her grandmother and presented a cuddly figure of a well pampered  baby sharing her space with her elder brother in the close proximity of the imperial lady who was  the P.M of the country at that time .Both the children lead a guarded life . It was of absolute importance to watch for their  safety. The daughter was tutored  at home  and  not much was known about her brother .

  The time took a terrible turn. Indira Gandhi was no more .The wizard  of Indian  politics was  shot down  mercilessly. The whole country was mourning  and the revenge gave rise to  terrible  blood bath  in the entire country. The sibling  lost their dear grandma and in this scenario  the  scion of the family entered the political scene riding the wave of sympathy. The people lapped him up and the opposition almost collapsed . The newly elected leader started relishing  the new found power and  adulation. But alas he too was done away with ,which  happens when the  complacency  gives rise to unwise decisions. His  killing  again created the same frenzy  for  avenging the injustice done to the family and as a result the widow of the scion was elected unopposed . She ruled term after term.

But it was 2014 which witnessed a sudden reversal in the political scene. It was unimaginable for the lady and her cohorts  to lose the  national election  that too to an ordinary uncouth leader who no doubt had won the state election term  after term .They  somehow took  it as an aberration in any  power play.  But  it became a matter of grave concern when they lost one more term. Blame game started in the party and the fall guys took the blame.The lowly man for them  now governed the country which they couldn't  tolerate. They had to fight him at any cost  but how? The lady got worried ,she had to keep the seat warm till her children came  of  age. Strategies were planned. The vicious minds and the power brokers in the party came up with devious ideas, the most convenient and viable being to put a wedge between the two vulnerable communities. But a big question had started looming large in the party! The children were  grown up and the mother had started  finding herself unsure to continue in the long run  but was intent not to lose the hold on the party, the members of which were rendered toothless due to decades of subjugation and flattery. But which sibling  was intended to be chosen? 

Both the children secretly  vied for heading the party. The members  in the party got the whiff of it and they quietly started conniving for  one against the other.  There  were imperceptible changes fomenting  in the family.  The mother Sonia  was imperceptibly in favour of her son but was wary to declare it openly. She overlooked the game of throne being played by her courtiers between the siblings but  favoured the ones who lobbied with the son. And in this vicious and unjust  ambition of the mother  the passing on  the reins of her fiefdom  became the casuality .

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