In the heart of New Delhi, beneath an iron sky, Jungkook strode through the corridors of his fortified office, the sound of his polished shoes echoing like whispered threats. His reputation had preceded him—a man born of shadows, rising through the ranks not with popularity, but with fear. At just 32, he had become a chief minister whose commands were law, and his gaze could freeze even the most defiant souls

No one dared challenge him; to do so was to flirt with oblivion. It was said that those who crossed him simply vanished, swallowed by the silence that cloaked the city in an eternal dusk. The word around town was clear: loyalty was non-negotiable, and disobedience was a death sentence. His cold demeanor, mirrored by the sharp lines of his jaw and the piercing intensity of his dark eyes, painted him as a figure of nightmare—even for his allies

Jungkook: he giving lecture to the people's he talking cold and angry way if everyone vote me I will give new clothes give money for your child school fees lots of think he is lying to get all vote