At the onset of the tense meeting, Vishal leaned forward, his tone laced with practiced sincerity.
"Evan, this is for the country. We've fought to defend it, to maintain its legacy. This technology you hold in your hands could benefit millions of lives and fortify our nation's standing. We're not here out of greed but out of duty—to our people."
Evan's laugh was sharp and his tone scornful. "Whom are you trying to fool, Vishal? That patriot act doesn't suit your face."
The mockery struck a nerve, and Vishal's calm shattered, his voice rising. "What do you mean by that? Are you condemning us, implying that we've betrayed our own country? For over a thousand years, we've defended our homeland against invaders, forged alliances, and built its foundation. We Rajputs have been a pillar of this nation's strength and growth!"
