Bhairavi sat in a dimly lit room with only a candle for light. She stared at a family photo, her expression unreadable. Without a word, she stood up and left the room, heading towards the living room.
Her father, Mr. Anil Singhania, the Chief Minister of Mumbai, was sitting there. Bhairavi rushed to hug him. Anil ji patted his daughter's shoulder and asked, "So, my little sweetheart is alright? Where are your aunt, uncle, and cousin?"
Bhairavi replied, "Oh, they've gone to a party." Anil ji smiled and said, "Why didn't you go with them? You would have enjoyed it too." Bhairavi simply nodded.
Anil ji looked at his daughter and asked, "Do you want to tell me something?" Bhairavi said, "Hmm, yeah, but first, go freshen up." Anil ji headed to his room.
Meanwhile, Bhairavi prepared tea for her and her dad. After making the tea, she went to Anil ji's room and handed him a cup. Anil ji smiled and said, "Thanks, my little sweetheart. Now, tell me what's bothering you."
Bhairavi's expression turned cold as she said, "Dad, I want you to resign as Chief Minister." Anil ji looked at her, surprised, and asked, "Why do you want that, Bhairavi? You know that after your mom's passing, this position is my top priority."
Bhairavi held her dad's hand and said, "I know, Papa, but listen to me calmly. Daksh's son, I mean, my brother, should get a chance too. He's your disciple." Anil ji looked at his daughter, trying to understand her thoughts, but found it impossible.
He sighed and said, "Don't call him your brother, Bhairavi. Akshar is not my disciple. Someone else is." He paused and continued, "Give me some time, and I'll tell you about my decision."
Bhairavi smirked, but Anil ji didn't notice. She left the room and went to her own room. Looking at the door, she said, "I know, Dad, you'll agree with me. But there's a twist, Dad. I know who your real disciple is."
Bhairavi lay down on her bed and soon drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, at 7 am, Bhairavi woke up, freshened up, and headed to her singing room for practice. An hour later, a servant came and said, "Sir is calling you, ma'am. He says it's urgent."
Bhairavi smirked and said, "Okay, I'm coming." She went to the dining room, where her aunt, uncle, and others were gathered. "Good morning, Jetha. Where's big bro and Jethani?"
Shukla ji entered the dining room and said, "Your big bro is busy with some work, but what's going on with Devar ji? What does he want to talk about?"
Anil ji entered the dining room, his face stern, and said, "Where's Akshar? I need to discuss something important with him." Akshar arrived and asked, "What's up, Chachu? What do you want to talk about?"
Anil ji said, "First, take a seat, Akshar. Then I'll tell you." Everyone began eating breakfast. Anil ji announced, "I'm resigning as Chief Minister and from politics. With the elections coming up, I want to see Akshar as the next CM and party head. Do you understand, Akshar?"
Akshar smiled confidently, and Daksh ji looked pleased with the decision. However, Shital ji said, "So, Devar ji, who'll take your responsibility?"
Bhairavi looked at her and said with a smile, "Oh, my cute Jethani, don't worry about it. I'll take care of Dad's responsibilities."
Anil ji looked at his daughter, sighed, and murmured, "Oh Lord, please take care of my daughter. I don't know what she's thinking."
Bhairavi asked, "Dad, did you say something?" Anil ji remained silent, looking at his daughter with concern.
Bhairavi sat alone in the dining room and said, "The game has begun, Mr. Daksh Singhania. Let's see who wins this election game."
