The Muslim Prime Minister...a love story

1. First scene It was his hearing that day. He had risen as a messiah and then to a great Prime Minister. People had ranked him next to God, the people’s man. But now he was just a convict. He walked towards the court amidst a large crowd who were standing for their hero. For their leader. The walls were echoing with the praise “Long live Faizan Khan”. Media had surrounded him with questions but he was quiet and silently he moved inside the court. “Start the proceedings of the court please,” ordered the honorable judge of the Supreme Court as the lawyer of the Prime Minister rose to begin the trial.         But before the lawyer could say something, he was interrupted by his client. “Your honor, before the proceedings begin I want to say something”. People buzzed in response and then a deep silence. All eyes pointed towards PM. With a deep breath inside chest and eyes filled with dignity he continues. “I accept all the allegations put on...

Acknowledgement This book was written accidentally. I only realized it when the things had started taking shape of a novel. Although, I am the author of this book, there are many people I can thank who provided the impetus to reach the novel its final shape. Starting with my family, I would like to thank my father Shri Madan Prasad Sinha and my mother Smt. Poonam Sinha who made me what I am today; my brothers Abhinav and Abhijeet who are literally like my two supporting hands. I would like to acknowledge and extend my heartfelt gratitude to my school- Creane Memorial School, Gaya city and my English teacher Mr Surya Kant. I am grateful for their sincerity during school days. Most of all I’m thankful to my colleague Ajay Mishra, Vijay Kumar, Ravikant Gupta and my two brother like juniors Ajay Singh and Aditya Mittal to encourage me to write this book; to my loving brother from Kashmir, Faizan Javid Sheikh who passionately dictated me the beautiful Holy book, Quran. I am al...