Prime Minister Ziagil's wife, First lady in a custom Nomi Ansari dress.
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Ahad Ziagil (Railway Minister) in a Republic shalwar kameez and waist coat. -
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Zaydaan.
Making a difference, changing the world. They sound like such big words, words that hold more meaning than they should.
If you want to make a difference, you need to start today. They say.
I say fuck making a difference, break the whole god damn wall down.
For as long as I can remember, I have been selfish. I have craved power, control and respect. I have craved it all, and now I have it.
But power, all kinds of power comes with a price. A price that we all have to pay.
The price I had to pay was sacrificing my entire personal life, the price I have to pay now is to work day and night, get shit done and earn the appreciation of my people.
Personal life. What even was personal life for a politician? It was just a facade, it was a pawn you had that you could play or get played for, it was something you could sacrifice to have the power you so passionately craved.
When I was born, for the first few years, I was given whatever I wanted by my parents, but as I grew up, things changed.
I was given a choice by my father on the day I turned sixteen.
Be man enough to stand by my side or be a coward and live life on my money.
He had said. I had told him that one day, I would take away his power and make it my own.
And I did it.
But what price did I have to pay for it?
He gave me another choice that day.
Marry the woman you love and stick to being a minister or marry the girl that I chose for you and take the party chairmanship.
I chose power over love that day. And my heart got sealed in that exact moment.
There was no place for love in it anymore, no place to love a girl who was madly in love with me.
Because I had been in love with another woman since I was eighteen.
Minal had been the only person who understood me, who understood my personality and it was like I had a gift from God in her form.
But fate had been cruel and my own choices had killed the love we shared.
Making her believe that I didn't love her, that I never loved her was hard. Making my wife forget all the horrible things my lover had said was even more hard.
