The morning was unusually quiet in the Prime Minister's residence.
Rohan sat at his desk, papers scattered before him, but his gaze wasn't fixed on them.
He leaned back in his chair, lost in thought, his mind circling around the growing list of challenges that loomed after Patel's death.
India's defense leadership was adrift, and the world wasn't going to wait for them to grieve.
A knock at the door broke his thought.
It was Neeraj carrying a thick folder.
The young man entered briskly, his expression serious.
"Prime Minister," Neeraj began, setting the file on the desk, "this is everything you asked for on Dr. D.S. Kothari. I compiled his records, achievements, and contributions to the Ministry of Defence."
Rohan nodded, motioning for Neeraj to sit. "Let's go through it together."
