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I am a Politician

After a tackle from Truck-sama, I reincarnated into the past, as the youngest daughter of India's most powerful political family, the Nehru-Gandhi family. But being the part of this family has consequences, so I formed by own party, and I will start from the ground up to boost by political career. Afterall, I am a Politician.

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Real reason the party is named Bullet Party.

Mumbai, as the richest city of India and meeting point of different cultures, has also become the meeting point of gangsters from all over the country.

It reached its peek near the 80s, especially with the split between Dawood Ibrahim and Chota Rajan, and them eventually fleeing with help from politicians.

The reach of the gangsters was so high that they had complete control over bollywood's funding, since the government just wouldn't recognise movie industry as a formal industry.

While the issue has gone down considerably due to encounters, Dharavi still remains the base of operations because of difficulty to reach deep into it. And many gangsters have also turned to politicians. They planned to enter BP as well, but those with cases on them couldn't get in. Only the unrecognised lower strata was able to get in.

While almost every party in the past has talked about Dharavi's development, they were low and medium profile politicians who only know how to lie.

But Shreya Gandhi is the top 10 profile politician, and contesting from Dharavi means that she is serious about it, since not delivering on her promises to atleast some scale will mean danger to her political career.

Moreover, not just promises, she has also said about how the development plan will work.

She is a threat.

Many gangs, who fight with each other, came together to plan on how to stop her from becoming the CM, and especially MLA from Dharavi.

And since they are gangsters, the first plan that came to their mind was shooting her down. And it needed to be done by no name goons. And it would be better for a Muslim to do it to put the blame on that community if the plan fails.

Child trafficking, child marriage, and conversions are some of the main sources of income for the gangs, and muslims are huge customers. Isolating them from her party will bring more muslims to them.

But carrying out the plan would be difficult in Mumbai, since the Mumbai police is so experienced in dealing with gangsters.

Some no-name goons of the gangs travelled to pune beforehand, where the security will change from Mumbai police to Pune police. They joined the march as protesters, and the police didn't really check for guns hidden in special places.

When the whole march arrived in the ground where the next rally was going to happen next day, they waited for most people to sleep.

And at midnight, the took out their guns to deal with the police first.

"RUN! RUN! RUN!"

Sadly, some saw a gangster taking out his gun and shouted.

The police immediately became alert and started shooting the people with guns, while evacuating people.

*BANG!*

One gangster, who had reached very close to Shreya shot at her. But her party worker had covered her and took the shot.

Then, Shreya took out a gun herself and shot the gangster in the hand.

"Capture that guy! We need him for questioning!"

She shouted and her close workers and bodyguards took the gun that the gangster dropped, knocked him unconscious, and took cover in the stage.

*BANG! BANG! BANG!*

Many bullets were fired, many got killed, both by bullets and the stampede.

While most people ran towards the two entrances that the stadium had, gangsters ran towards the stage, where Shreya was hiding.

'Dammit! This is so clichéd! Is this some sort of novel that this is happening!? Good thing that I went to America!'

She shooted some approaching gangsters along with her bodyguards, who had more bullets.

'I will not get jailed, because this is self-defence, right!?

There is no time to consider this!

Patt se headshot!'

Shooting went on for about five minutes, until all gangsters were either apprehended or killed. Thankfully, not many gangsters managed to sneak in with guns.

With six bullets in her pistol, and reloading twice, Shreya's kill count was 4, with seriously injuring 8.

The candle march was cancelled, and as the day started, the world got reminded that what happened to her father and grandmother, could have just happened with Shreya as well.

Some stupidly brave and broke local news channel journalist managed to capture the moment when Shreya shot the guy who got too close, and many moments of Shreya herself shooting down the gangsters, especially the headshot which made the guy's head explode.

This footage will make him rich by selling it to all media channels.

"Now we know, despite the bullet train as Shreya Gandhi's party symbol, the real reason her party is named 'Bullet Party'."

A particularly insensitive anchor made the remark.

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