The door swung open accompanied with the sound of the squeaking hinges. Modi’s facial muscle contorted in a way that displayed displeasure. He raised his head to look at his secretary, only to give him a death stare that would prove his dominance. Narendra Modi was indeed dictator disguised as a democrat. He moved his way up the ladder through fascist policies and religious fanaticism. Modi talked with a tone of dominance in his voice. He absolutely resented anyone opposing his policies. He made sure to crush any and all forms of opposition. A staunch believer of One-man army, his methods worked liked this only. “Sir, the media is going on about the Gujrat massacre!” said his secretary in a hushed voice. A wide grin came across his face. A grin so wide that it touched the side of his eyes. “My child, they deserved it. The Hindus are the superior race.” Said Modi followered by an evil snicker. Something was not right, thought the secretary. He felt that some day Modi might pay for his evil plans that he so enthusiastically plans for others. His fanaticism would be the end of himself and his party, but most importantly it would be the end of his country.
By Haniah Fazal
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