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Polite

Pleasure God's Opus

*Spawns into existence with an overpowered past* Walks in an elegant and dignified gait, takes a seat on a chair as if he was a sovereign and gazes down at you. "Hello, ladies~" I spoke in an enchanting yet overbearing tone, gazing at the ladies, who were dazed gazing up at me in a near-revering state. "And to you guys too" I mumbled in annoyance as my eyes landed on men. "Hey, can't you just remove men, except for me, from my world?" I asked _Eshwar_. (*_Eshwar_ choks on the drink he was drinking and glances away*) "Tsk, useless!" I cursed at him and glanced away, ignoring his menacing glare, that spoke volumes on his urge to erase me out of existence. "Him and I have spoken and we have come to an agreement on him telling you guys my opus, and heh, I will, of course, be the main focus, so ladies~~ You'll be seeing me soon~" I spoke to the ladies gazing up at me, while I continued to ignore the men in the crowd. Glancing to the side, my eyes fell on the men, who flinched at the ominous foreboding feeling that abruptly chruned their stomach, "You better keep your ladies safe...... since they'll be mine soon~~" I said with a smile that made men shudder while charming the women at the same time. My gaze swept over the crowd beneath, "Since the world I am to transmigrate into is overwhelmingly futuristic, there are many things to adventure about, so we have decided on, not dwelling too much on politics and other shit, but instead focus only on women and me~" I stated with an enchanting grin. *In a distinct chatter* "Oi, tell them the truth!!" _Eshwar_'s voice yelled at, from a distance..... "No wait, isn't he right? But a bit of politics should be good....." _Eshqar_'s mumbled whispers trickled my sensitive ears, but I didn't like the words that left his mouth. "Oi, we discussed not to include politics and shit like tha-" But it was already too late..... _Eshwar_'s pen wielding hand flitted across the plot filled sheets, as a subtle exclamation escaped his mouth, and at that, I could instantly tell that he was up to no good! "Oi-" "With a bit of politics!" He yelled from a distance, as a ghastly silence descended upon me and the crowd gazing up at me, while the men grinned mockingly and women tilted their heads to the side in such cuteness that I almost forgot the plight at hand. Afterall, when I narrated my opus, I stated repeatedly that I don't like politics! "You added politics?" I asked with a forced smile. "Mhm" _Eshwar_ nodded his head innocently. ".....politics?" "Yeah" "Ohyoumotherfu-" *with the distinct sounds of crashes, both of them fled from the scene* -- [AN's Promise] "Well, let's experience as many beautiful love stories as possible~" [A lovely bundle of fluffy love stories] -- AN: I don’t know who the artist of the cover is, but if you want me to remove it.... you can ask me to do so (T-T). Credits to the artist. (Honest thoughts: Goddamn the art is goooood!! of course, I have edited it to link my novel to it, but DAYAM!!) •••• Golden Tickets [+5] = +1 Chapters Golden Tickets [+10] = +2 Chapters Golden Tickets [+20] = +3 Chapters Golden Tickets [+50] = +4 Chapters Golden Tickets [+100] = +5 Chapters
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The Game Of Deceptions

From the moment I stepped into the elite high school, I knew I was different. Not in the way these privileged brats thought they were special, but truly different. I am Ram Raghav, and this is my story—a tale of manipulation, power, and deception. In this school of future leaders, they believe in merit and excellence. What they don't realize is that true power lies not in grades but in control. I blend into the shadows, a ghost among the living, pulling strings and planting seeds of chaos. Every move is calculated, every friendship a transaction. They see a quiet, unassuming boy, but behind this facade lies a mind honed by my father, the feared mafia kingpin Raghav Raghav, and my mother, the ruthless lawyer Aishwarya Raghav. As I navigate through college, the stakes grow higher. I find comrades, pawns in my grand design, unaware of their roles in my schemes. Together, we face challenges, laugh, cry, and grow, but only I see the bigger picture. Every success, every setback is a step closer to my ultimate goal. Entering the political arena, the game changes. Here, my father’s lessons in power and my mother's legal acumen merge. I start as an advisor, an apprentice in the dark arts of political maneuvering. They teach Machiavelli; I live it. I outwit, outplay, and outlast, climbing the ranks while maintaining my unassuming exterior. But politics is merely a stage, a platform to launch my true ambitions. The world of espionage and crime beckons, a labyrinth of shadows where my skills truly shine. I dance on the knife's edge, outmaneuvering enemies both foreign and domestic. Betrayal is a currency, loyalty a rare gem. Trust no one, use everyone. Through it all, I am the puppet master, orchestrating a symphony of deceit. They call it ruthless; I call it necessary. For in the end, power is the only truth, and I intend to wield it with an iron fist wrapped in a velvet glove. I am Ram Raghav. They see a student, a friend, a politician. What they don't see is the darkness within, the cold, calculating mind always three steps ahead. This is my story, a tale of deception, power, and the relentless pursuit of control. Let the games begin.
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