Next day the bill was pushed to parliament and everyone was waiting.
Members of Parliament, dressed in crisp khadi and white kurtas, filled the benches.
The room was full with the sound of murmured conversations, the occasional burst of laughter, and the shuffle of papers.
Prime Minister Rohan entered the chamber with his usual composed demeanor, accompanied by his key ministers.
As he made his way to his seat, a ripple of silence followed him.
His presence demanded attention, and today, he carried a proposal that was destined to change the nation.
Rohan took his seat, adjusting the papers in front of him.
He scanned the room briefly, noting the familiar faces of his allies, the wary glances of his opposition, and the restless energy in the room.
He waited patiently as the Speaker called the house to order.
The Speaker's voice rang clear, silencing the last of the murmurs.
