With deep respect for Shri Atharva Singh Kaul’s legacy and leadership, we, the undersigned MLAs of the Kashmir Development Party (KDP), wish to formally communicate our loss of confidence in his continuing as Chief Minister.
Recent events, including the ongoing investigation into his conduct during the PoK visit and concerns over transparency in governance have caused a growing rift between the leadership and legislative wing.
This decision has not been taken lightly. Shri Kaul has been a pillar of this party, but we believe a change is now essential to restore credibility and cohesion in both the government and the party.
We request that the necessary constitutional process be initiated to determine the future leadership of the House.
Sincerely,
Meer Hasan Qureshi
CC:
- Speaker, J&K Legislative Assembly
- KDP Party Working Committee
“Where did you get this from?”
Samar looked at Adil. Adil glanced at Zorji, perched at the head of the table, far in the distance. They had all gotten whiffs from different sources but Samar had gotten the letter in its entirety.
Atharva reached for his mobile and called somebody. Samar was surprised Atharva hadn’t gotten whiff of this. Usually, he was the one who got intel before most of them.
“Who are you calling?” Adil asked.
Atharva did not get a response and dialled another number, silent.
“Salim Asghar Azad?” Adil cued.
Atharva began to text, clearly not getting any response from his head of MLAs.
“Qureshi is in touch with him,” Samar told him.
Atharv’s fingers froze on his screen.
“Then why isn’t this letter signed yet?”
“Qureshi did not want to make a scene if you left quietly. He says he has majority signatures ready, including enough of your MLAs.”
“And what about your MLAs?” Atharva asked.
“Adil’s and my MLAs together won’t stand against the number that Qureshi has.”
“How did he get my ML…” Atharva stopped. “Where is Qureshi?”
“I don’t know.”
Atharva stared at him. Was it distrust again?For fuck’s sake!
“You knew about this, Adil?” He asked, not taking his eyes off him.
“No.”
“And you?” He pushed. “When did you know?”
“I got this letter an hour ago.”
“And you handed it to me now?”
