The Prime Minister's residence was full of activity.
Staff moved briskly, finalizing the details for the national broadcast.
The radio team had already set up in the corner of Rohan's study.
Rohan sat at his desk, a sheet of notes before him.
He had spent the morning carefully crafting his message.
This wasn't just a speech it was a call to action, a plea to the heart of the nation.
He knew the words had to resonate deeply, not just with politicians or activists, but with every farmer, laborer, student, and citizen who would hear them.
The chief technician approached. "Prime Minister, we're ready to go live in five minutes."
Rohan nodded, folding the notes in half and setting them aside.
He would speak from the heart.
As the technicians adjusted the microphone.
Neeraj entered quietly, placing a glass of water on the desk.
"Are you sure about this, sir?" Neeraj asked softly.
