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TO EVERY ARSENAL FAN WHO WAITED 22 YEARS, THIS MOMENT IS YOURS ❤️ 🙌 @Arsenal

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✅Match-days spent at the top of the Premier League table; • 1→Manchester City • 2→Arsenal • 3→Arsenal • 4→Arsenal • 5→Arsenal • 6→Arsenal • 7→Arsenal • 8→Arsenal • 9→Arsenal • 10→Arsenal • 11→Arsenal • 12→Arsenal • 13→Arsenal • 14→Arsenal • 15→Arsenal • 16→Arsenal • 17→Arsenal • 18→Arsenal • 19→Arsenal • 20→Arsenal • 21→Arsenal • 22→Arsenal • 23→Arsenal • 24→Arsenal • 25→Arsenal • 26→Arsenal • 27→Arsenal • 28→Arsenal • 29→Arsenal • 30→Arsenal • 31→Arsenal • 32→Arsenal • 33→Manchester City • 34→Arsenal • 35→Arsenal • 36→Arsenal • 37→Arsenal • 38→Arsenal The premier League trophy was earned, not gifted like rivals are spreading lies.

🏆 ARSENAL ARE CHAMPIONS 🏆

Sarmila Sharma took a gold loan of ₹77,000 from Kotak Mahindra Bank in 2020 to build her house. She gave them 35.90 grams of gold jewellery as security. Then Kotak sent her a letter: pay ₹3,260 in interest or we will auction your gold. She paid it. Same day. With proof. Kotak auctioned the jewellery anyway. Kotak Mahindra Bank — ₹94,000 crore in revenue, one of India's most profitable private banks — sold a woman's gold ornaments after she had already paid what they asked. And when she filed a complaint, they didn't even bother to reply to the consumer court. The Commission noted Kotak's silence. It ruled in Sarmila's favour. Delhi State Consumer Commission upheld it. One loan. One payment. One auction that should never have happened. Save this — if your bank auctions your pledged gold after you've already paid the dues, they have no contractual authority to do so. File at your district consumer forum immediately. Their silence in court will speak against them. (Source: Sarmila Sharma vs. Kotak Mahindra Bank | Delhi State Consumer Commission | FA No. 353/2023 | LiveLaw, January 2026)

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🚨 Do you know IDF Terrorists goes stright to India 🇮🇳 after their Genocide mission in gaza. Watch.

She Rejected Him In Seconds - But The Moment His Bentley Pulled Up, She Suddenly Changed Her Mind..!👀🙌🏼

Absolute bombshell on FOX News. A top correspondent exposes massive chaos in the Trump administration. Jared Kushner secretly offered Iran unlimited uranium for peaceful use, but now JD Vance is demanding zero enrichment. Washington has absolutely no coherent strategy!

This is Ranvir Singh Yadav. - In 1973, he was a bus conductor in Delhi (DTC). - He was accused of issuing a ₹0.10 ticket instead of ₹0.15 and keeping 5 paise. - The DTC filed a case against him. - In 1976, he was dismissed from his job. - He fought the case in court for decades. - In 1990, he won in the Labour Court. - DTC kept appealing, dragging the case in the High Court for over 40 years. - DTC spent ₹47,000 to recover 5 paise. In 2016, the Delhi High Court dismissed DTC's appeal and directed it to pay Yadav ₹30,000, along with ₹1.28 lakh as gratuity and ₹1.37 lakh as CPF. This is how an innocent man’s life was wasted fighting for 5 paise, while ministers commit fraud of crores and live comfortably in London.

@barandbench make sense.... a moot court hall in every class to be an advocate, you got to live like one every day, dress like one only then the colours of advocacy will soak up

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Listen to this clip. Then, the next one in the thread.. Is this a reflection of just how badly this war is going for the US?

JUST IN: Korean media published images today of US troops dismantling THAAD and Patriot missile defence systems at Osan Air Base for redeployment to the Middle East. The systems that protect South Korea from North Korean ballistic missiles are being loaded onto C-17 transports and flown to the Gulf to protect Saudi and Emirati bases from Iranian drones. The United States spent $5.6 billion in ammunition in the first two days of the Iran war. Eleven days later, it is stripping air defences from the Pacific to resupply the Gulf. That is not a rotation. That is a confession of inventory exhaustion. South Korea opposed the move. Seoul was told it is “not in a position to make demands.” The systems are American. The base is American. The decision is American. South Korea retains its indigenous layered defence, the KAMD system with Cheolmae-2 and PAC-3 batteries, and is not left undefended. But the THAAD battery that was there yesterday for North Korean ICBMs is in a cargo hold today bound for Iranian drones. China is watching this happen in real time. Not metaphorically. Literally. Over 1,060 PLA intelligence satellites track every movement at Osan. The PLA knows which systems left, which aircraft carried them, which routes they flew, and which Gulf bases received them. Chinese military commentary in PLA Daily and Global Times has already mapped US interceptor depletion to Taiwan contingencies: if America exhausts its missile defence inventory against Iranian $20,000 drones, what remains for a Taiwan Strait crisis where China fields the world’s largest hypersonic arsenal? The DF-27, now fielded as a conventional ICBM and anti-ship ballistic missile variant with a range of 5,000 to 8,000 kilometres, can reach the US West Coast. The DF-17 hypersonic glide vehicle operates as a medium-range ballistic missile designed to saturate exactly the kind of layered defence architecture that the US just dismantled in Korea and is reassembling in Saudi Arabia. The YJ-21 is a ship-launched hypersonic anti-ship missile that targets the carriers America would need in a Taiwan scenario but has deployed to the Gulf instead. The Iran war is teaching China four lessons simultaneously. Lesson one: American interceptor inventories are finite and burn at rates that exceed production. Lesson two: Washington will strip Pacific defences to sustain Middle Eastern operations when politically necessary. Lesson three: proxy activation across multiple fronts (Hezbollah, Houthis, Sudanese MB, Iraqi militias) forces the adversary to defend everywhere and attack nowhere. Lesson four: chokepoint mining with cheap small craft (80-90% of IRGC mine layers intact despite US strikes) creates permanent ambient threat that no air defence system addresses. Every lesson applies to Taiwan. Every lesson is being catalogued by over 1,060 satellites and fed into PLA targeting models in real time. The Iran war is not a distraction from the Pacific. It is the Pacific’s dress rehearsal, observed from orbit by the adversary it was supposed to deter. The THAAD battery that left Osan today will defend an oil refinery in the Gulf. The hypersonic missile it was built to intercept will be manufactured in a Chinese factory tonight. The war America is fighting is not the war that matters. The war that matters is watching. Full analysis for subscribers. open.substack.com/pub/shanakaans…

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WTH is happening in our country. Girl filed rape case on uncle because he didn't buy her a MacBook and when he agreed to do the same, court happily quashed the case WHAT AM I EVEN READING ???

Do not test a man's patience, then play VICTIM! ⛔🔥

The rain had been falling for three days straight, soft and relentless, the way it does in the hills when autumn gives up and winter takes over. Arjun stood at the window of the small wooden house, watching the drops slide down the glass like tears that refused to stop. Behind him, the room was quiet except for the faint crackle of the dying fire and the uneven rhythm of Meera’s breathing. She was asleep on the narrow bed they had shared for forty-seven years. Her hair, once black and thick as a monsoon cloud, was now thin and white, spread across the pillow like frost. Her hand rested on the quilt, the gold wedding bangle still loose on her wrist even though her fingers had grown frail. Arjun reached out and touched it gently, the way he had every night for decades, just to feel the warmth of her skin beneath the metal. They had met when they were barely twenty. She was carrying a basket of marigolds to the river temple; he was late for work at the tea estate, running along the muddy path. She laughed when he slipped and fell at her feet, and that laugh—light, unguarded, full of mischief—had hooked itself into his heart and never let go. They married within a year, against her father’s wishes, in a small ceremony under a banyan tree. No one thought they would last. They had nothing but each other. But they did last. Through floods that took half the village, through years when the tea crop failed, through the fever that almost killed their firstborn son. They lasted through every argument and every silent night that followed, through raising three children who now lived far away in cities that felt like different countries. They lasted until time itself began to pull them apart. The doctor from the town had come the week before. He spoke softly, kindly, the way people do when they know the news will break something inside you. Cancer. Advanced. Months, maybe less. Arjun had nodded, thanked him, paid him in crumpled notes saved for emergencies that were never supposed to be this. When the doctor left, Arjun sat on the floor beside Meera’s bed and cried without sound, the way men from his generation were taught to do. Now, three days of rain later, he knew it was close. Her breathing had changed. It was shallower, with longer pauses that made his own chest stop until she drew in again. He pulled the old wooden chair closer and sat, taking her hand fully in both of his. Her fingers were cold. He rubbed them slowly, the way he used to warm them on winter mornings when they walked to the market together. “Meera,” he whispered. His voice cracked. “Can you hear me?” Her eyelids fluttered. She opened her eyes—those eyes that had once danced with laughter and later shone with pride when their grandchildren called her Naani—and looked at him. There was no fear in them, only a deep, exhausted peace. “I’m here,” she said, the words barely more than breath. He leaned closer. “Do you remember the night we ran away to get married? You wore that red dupatta your mother forbade you to wear. You said if we were going to anger the gods, we might as well look good doing it.” A faint smile curved her lips. “You were shaking so much the pandit asked if you had fever.” “I was terrified,” he admitted. “Not of your father’s anger. Of the thought that you might change your mind.” “I never did,” she said. “Not once.” The rain grew heavier, drumming on the tin roof like impatient fingers. Arjun felt the minutes slipping away faster than he could hold them. “I kept every promise I made that day,” he said. “To love you. To keep you safe. To build a life with you.” His throat closed. “I’m sorry I couldn’t keep you safe from this.” She squeezed his hand with whatever strength she had left. “You did,” she whispered. “You gave me everything. A home. Children who call just to hear my voice. A life so full it hurts to leave it.” Tears fell onto their joined hands. His. Maybe hers too. “Stay a little longer,” he pleaded, knowing it was selfish. “

This is the reason why I like being alone…

@EGTVEgal This is how it's to be done super Awesome work.... Let's Go You Gunners #Arsenal

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