Kashmir tragedy - is Modi getting away?

Mysterious rise of a terrorist to the highest slot, Premiership of a country, Narendra Modi who had entered in politics as a trained terrorist, most wanted, enlisted in top ten terrorist of the world, went into hiding and disguised himself as a Sikh to avoid arrest is now the Prime Minister of India for his second term. Despite being most wanted ...

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