Chapter 100: Is it Him?
Rohan in his office was waiting anxiously for the report on the documents recovered from the safe house.
The minutes dragged on, each one heavier than the last. Rohan knew that any misstep now could be disastrous. Every move had to be precise, calculated.
The phone on his desk rang, jolting him out of his thoughts. It was Neeraj.
"Sir, the initial analysis of the documents is done. There's something in here that you need to see immediately," Neeraj said, his voice laced with urgency.
"Bring it to me," Rohan replied, his heartbeat quickening.
Within minutes, Neeraj was in Rohan's office, a folder in hand. He handed it to Rohan, his expression grim.
"These documents are more revealing than we expected," Neeraj began. "They contain encrypted communications, lists of contacts, and some surprising references. But there's something specific that caught our attention something that might point to President Naveen."
Rohan's eyes widened slightly as he opened the folder and began skimming through the pages.
There were cryptic notes, meeting schedules, and financial transactions, all seemingly mundane at first glance.
But then he saw it references to meetings with someone referred to only as 'P,' someone who appeared to be at the center of several critical decisions.
Neeraj continued, "We believe 'P' could be referring to President Naveen. The notes describe high-level discussions and decisions that could only have been made by someone with significant power someone like the President."
Rohan felt a cold knot tighten in his stomach. He had already been suspicious of Naveen, especially after their last meeting, but this was something more concrete.
If the President was involved, it meant the conspiracy went all the way to the top.
Rohan flipped to another page in the folder and saw a list of dates and locations. Each one corresponded with a key event in the coup attempt, meetings, movements of funds, orders given to operatives. And each one was marked with the initial 'P.'
"What about these locations? Have we identified any of them?" Rohan asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Neeraj nodded. "We're still working on it, but a few of the locations seem to be official residences places where the President would be expected to be during those times."
Rohan's grip tightened on the folder. "We need to be absolutely sure about this. If we accuse the President and we're wrong…"
Neeraj cut in, his tone firm but cautious. "I know, sir. Even though he is the nominal head of country but any allegation against him if not proven can result is wider chaos. That's why we need more evidence. We can't jump to conclusions based on what could still be circumstantial. But we also can't ignore the possibility."
Rohan leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. The implications of what Neeraj was suggesting were enormous.
If President Naveen was the Shadow, it would mean that the very person who was supposed to be the first citizen of the nation, the constitutional commander in chief of all the armed forces had been orchestrating his downfall all along.
But what if it wasn't him? What if this was a setup, someone trying to frame the President and throw them off the real trail?
Because if all these allegation are untrue then the chaos it will lead too. Rohan could already hear the voices of people calling him dictator and tampering with constitution, he is not sure if he can remain in power by then.
"We need to dig deeper," Rohan finally said, his voice steady. "Keep this investigation under wraps. I don't want anyone outside our immediate circle to know what we're looking into. If Naveen is involved, he might start making moves to cover his tracks."
Neeraj nodded, already planning their next steps. "We'll put more eyes on the President, but discreetly. I'll also start cross-referencing these documents with everything we have on the Shadow's network. If there's any link between 'P' and Naveen, we'll find it."
As Neeraj left the room, Rohan couldn't shake the feeling that they were walking a razor's edge.
The clues pointed toward Naveen, but something still didn't add up. The President's power was largely ceremonial, while Rohan, as Prime Minister, held the real authority. Why would the Shadow if it was Naveen risk everything when he didn't even control the country's executive powers?
Or this is the reason he did everything, he had no power, no authority so he wanted to control everything from behind the shadows
Rohan thought over these questions as he stared at the documents in front of him. If Naveen was indeed the Shadow, then the coup was about something about him slowly and steadily encroaching on the government and then establishing himself as dictator like in Pakistan.
The more Rohan thought the more he realised that Naveen has everything Motive, Power, Authority and Connection to orchestrate all this. That is why they also killed Pandit Rao because he was getting too powerful with succesful reforms.
The next few days were a blur of analysis and discreet surveillance. Atma, Neeraj, and Rao worked tirelessly, piecing together information from the documents while watching President Naveen's every move.
The President's schedule was busy, filled with meetings and public appearances, but there were also gaps times when Naveen's whereabouts couldn't be accounted for.
One evening, as Rohan was preparing to leave for the night, Neeraj called him again on the secure line.
There was an edge to his voice that made Rohan's heart skip a beat.
"Sir, we've identified one of the locations from the documents," Neeraj said. "It's an estate just outside the city. The place is owned by a company that has ties to the President's family."
Rohan's blood ran cold. "Have we surveilled it?"
"We've had a team watching it for the last 24 hours," Neeraj replied. "There's been movement people coming and going, but nothing that stands out too much. However, a car arrived late last night with diplomatic plates. The records show it belongs to the Presidential fleet."
Rohan's grip on the phone tightened. "And you're sure about this?"
"Positive," Neeraj confirmed. "The car stayed for a few hours before leaving. We couldn't see who was inside, but it's a strong lead."
Rohan paced his office, his mind racing. This was the first concrete link between Naveen and the Shadow's operations, but it still wasn't enough to confront him directly. They needed more something undeniable.
"Keep the surveillance tight," Rohan ordered. "And see if you can track the movements of that car. I want to know where it went before and after it visited the estate."
Neeraj agreed and hung up, leaving Rohan alone with his thoughts once more. The walls were closing in, but Rohan knew they had to be absolutely certain before making a move. If they were wrong, the fallout could be catastrophic.
Later that night, as Rohan sat at his desk, reviewing the day's findings, he received a message from Rao.
It was short but carried a heavy implication: "The President's inner circle has gone quiet. No communications for the last 24 hours."
Rohan frowned. Why would Naveen's closest advisors suddenly go silent? Were they preparing for something, or was it a sign that they suspected they were being watched? The silence was as troubling as any activity might have been.
The next morning, Rohan called an emergency meeting with Neeraj and Rao and Atma. They needed to discuss the growing suspicions around President Naveen and plan their next move.
As they gathered in Rohan's office, the atmosphere was tense. Neeraj laid out the latest findings, while Rao brought up the sudden silence from the President's advisors.
"What do we make of this?" Rohan asked, looking between them.
"It's possible they're aware we're onto them," Rao said cautiously. "If Naveen is involved, he might be trying to consolidate his power or prepare an exit strategy."
Neeraj added, "Or it could be a ploy to throw us off. They might want us to think they're on the defensive when they're actually planning something more aggressive."
Rohan rubbed his temples. "We can't act without solid proof, but we can't sit on this either. The longer we wait, the more time they have to cover their tracks."
"We could push a little harder," Rao suggested. "Maybe provoke a response. If we increase surveillance or take a few calculated risks, they might slip up."
Rohan considered this. It was risky, but they were running out of options. "Alright, let's do it. Increase the pressure, but be subtle. I want every move they make watched. And keep digging into the President's connections especially anything tied to that estate."
Neeraj and Rao nodded, already planning the next steps. As they left, Rohan stared at the pile of documents on his desk.
The pieces were starting to fall into place, but the final picture was still just out of reach.
Was President Naveen the Shadow, or was he just another pawn in someone else's game? The answer would change everything, and Rohan knew that whatever the truth was, it would soon come to light.
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56.98%A New India / Chapter 101: More Clue
Chapter 101: More Clue
The evidence against President Naveen was piling up, but Rohan couldn't shake a nagging doubt.
The situation was complex, and he knew that rushing to conclusions could lead to disastrous consequences. He needed to be careful.
The day had just started when Neeraj entered the office, looking more serious than usual. He carried a file in his hand and placed it on Rohan's desk.
"Sir, I think we've found something significant," Neeraj said, his voice low and urgent.
Rohan gestured for him to sit down. "What have you got?"
Neeraj opened the file, revealing surveillance photos, documents, and flight records. "We've been tracking the movements of the Presidential fleet, as you instructed. One car, in particular, has made several unlogged trips in the past few days. We traced it to a private airstrip outside the city. A small jet took off shortly after the car arrived, but we don't know where it went."
Rohan's eyes narrowed as he studied the photos. "Are you saying the someone very important might have been on that plane?"
"It's possible," Neeraj replied cautiously. "But we don't have confirmation. The flight plan was filed under a false name, and the jet disappeared from radar not long after takeoff. Whoever was on that plane went to great lengths to stay hidden."
Rohan leaned back in his chair, thinking through the implications. "And what about the estate the car visited before heading to the airstrip?"
Neeraj pointed to a section of the file. "The estate is owned by a shell company. We dug deeper and found that this company has connections to offshore accounts linked to the Shadow's network. The car made multiple visits to the estate, and none of them were logged."
Rohan felt a knot form in his stomach. "So, we have an unmarked car, a private jet, and a shell company tied to the Shadow. This all points to Naveen, but it's still circumstantial. We need more."
Neeraj nodded. "I agree, sir. We're getting closer, but we're not there yet. We've also been monitoring the President's advisors. Some of them have started liquidating assets and moving large sums of money to foreign accounts."
"Are they planning to run?" Rohan asked, his voice tense.
"It looks that way," Neeraj said. "But they're being careful, probably to avoid drawing attention. They might suspect we're closing in."
Rohan knew they were running out of time. If Naveen and his advisors were preparing to flee, they had to act fast.
But they still needed something solid before they could confront the President or take further action.
"Neeraj, I want you to focus on that jet," Rohan ordered, his voice firm. "Find out where it went, who was on it, and how it's connected to Naveen. I don't care how you do it, just get it done."
Neeraj nodded, his expression determined. "I'll put our best people on it. We'll find out what's going on."
As Neeraj left the office, Rohan stared out the window, watching the city come to life. The rising sun brought no comfort.
The line between friend and foe was blurring, and Rohan knew he couldn't trust anyone completely, not even those closest to him.
A knock at the door pulled Rohan from his thoughts. Rao stepped in, holding a tablet.
"Prime Minister, I've got some information on someone called Anil Joshi" he said.
Rohan turned, intrigued. "What have you found?"
Rao pulled up a document on the tablet and handed it to Rohan. "Joshi was once a top operative with the Intelligence Bureau. He was one of the best, highly skilled, highly secretive. But he went off the grid about 2 years ago. Since then, he's been linked to various underground networks, though nothing solid until now."
Rohan scrolled through the document, absorbing the details. "And his connection to the President?"
"We're still piecing it together," Rao said carefully. "But it looks like Joshi has been in and out of the country under false identities. Each time, he's met with people tied to the Shadow's network."
Rohan set the tablet down, a heavy sense of dread settling over him. "If Joshi is working with the Shadow, and he's been meeting with Naveen…"
"Then the President might be who we thought he is" Rao finished.
Rohan stood up, pacing the room. The situation was spiraling. "We need to bring Joshi in. He's the missing link, and we need to know what he knows."
Rao nodded. "We've located him at a safe house in the city. We're ready to move in."
Rohan stopped pacing and met Rao's gaze. "Do it. But keep it quiet. We can't afford to spook him, or worse tip off Naveen."
Rao left to coordinate the operation, leaving Rohan alone with his thoughts.
The pressure was mounting, and Rohan knew that if they didn't act soon, they might lose their chance to stop the Shadow and prevent a national disaster.
Hours passed in tense silence as Rohan waited for news from Rao.
Every tick of the clock seemed to echo the urgency of the situation. Finally, his telephone buzzed with a message.
It was from Rao: "We have Joshi. Bringing him in now."
Rohan felt a mix of relief and anxiety. This was it. Joshi could either confirm their worst fears or reveal that they had been chasing the wrong leads. Either way, they were about to get some answers.
Joshi was brought to a secure location for questioning. Rohan decided to oversee the interrogation personally.
When he arrived, Joshi was already in the interrogation room, sitting calmly, as if he had nothing to hide.
Rohan entered the room, his gaze steady. "Anil Joshi, you know why you're here."
Joshi looked up, his expression neutral. "I can guess," he replied, his tone measured.
"Then you know what's at stake," Rohan continued, taking a seat across from him. "We're closing in on the Shadow's network, and you're connected to it. We need to know what you know about the Shadow, about President Naveen, and about the coup."
Joshi leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studied Rohan. "The Shadow," he mused. "You've been chasing shadows, Prime Minister. But do you really know what you're chasing?"
Rohan's patience was wearing thin. "Tell me what you know, Joshi. This isn't a game."
Joshi's expression remained calm, but there was a slight edge in his voice. "No, it's not a game. But the game you're playing is far more dangerous than you realize. If you think Naveen is the mastermind, you're mistaken. He's just a piece of a much larger puzzle."
Rohan's heart skipped a beat. "If it's not Naveen, then who is the Shadow?"
Joshi didn't answer immediately. He leaned forward, lowering his voice as if to share a secret. "The Shadow isn't one person, Prime Minister. It's a network, a system that's been in place for years, with operatives in positions you wouldn't expect. You think you're close, but you're still far from the truth. The Shadow is everywhere, and nowhere."
Rohan's mind raced. Was Joshi telling the truth, or was this just another attempt to mislead them? "Is Naveen part of this network?"
Joshi's eyes met Rohan's, his gaze intense. "Naveen is involved, yes, but he's being used. The real power lies with someone else someone who's been watching you, waiting for the right moment to strike."
"Who?" Rohan demanded, frustration seeping into his voice.
Joshi shook his head slowly. "I've said enough. If you want to survive this, you need to rethink your approach. The Shadow is closing in, and if you're not careful, it will consume everything you're trying to protect."
Rohan stood up, barely able to contain his frustration. "We're not done here, Joshi. We'll get to the truth, one way or another."
Joshi looked up at Rohan, his expression almost pitying. "I hope you do, Prime Minister. For all our sakes."
As Rohan left the room, his thoughts were a tangled mess of doubt and suspicion.
Joshi had given them something, but it wasn't clear if it was the truth or a carefully crafted lie. The Shadow was still out there, and the clock was ticking.
Back in his office, Rohan met with Neeraj and Rao to discuss the interrogation.
"What's your take on Joshi's story?" Rohan asked, pacing the room once again.
Neeraj exchanged a look with Rao before speaking. "Sir, it's hard to say. Joshi is a professional. He knows how to manipulate the situation, but there's enough truth in what he said to be believable. The part about the Shadow being a network… it makes sense. We've seen how wide-reaching their influence is."
Rao added, "But the question remains who's the real mastermind? If Naveen is being used, we need to find out who's pulling the strings, and fast."
Rohan stopped pacing and looked at his team. "We'll keep pushing. But we need to be smart. The real mastermind could be anyone anyone in the government, the military, or even among our closest allies. We need to be constantly vigilant."
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57.54%A New India / Chapter 102: Secret Societies
Chapter 102: Secret Societies
"We have to consider the possibility that Joshi is leading us astray," Neeraj began cautiously. "Or, at the very least, sending us down a path that benefits the Shadow."
Rao nodded in agreement. "We need to verify everything he's told us. Cross-reference it with what we already know and see if it holds up."
Rohan leaned back, deep in thought. Joshi had always been unpredictable, someone who walked the line between loyalty and betrayal.
His recent actions had become more erratic, even dangerous. Despite this, Rohan couldn't shake the feeling that Joshi still had a role to play. But trust was a fragile thing, and Joshi's actions had raised too many questions.
"Start by looking into anyone with connections to the President and this supposed network," Rohan instructed. "I want a list of every name that comes up, no matter how insignificant they seem. We'll vet them all."
Neeraj leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "We should also dig deeper into Naveen's recent activities. If he's being used, there might be signs, patterns in his behavior, meetings that don't add up. Something that shows he's under pressure or being controlled."
"Agreed," Rao added. "But we need to move fast. If the Shadow is really planning something, we can't afford to wait too long. They could be setting up their next move as we speak."
Rohan rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of the situation. "You're right. Neeraj, start with the President's activities. Rao, focus on verifying Joshi's information. I want to know if we're dealing with a network, a single mastermind, or something else entirely."
Both men nodded and left the room, leaving Rohan alone with his thoughts.
The possibility that Joshi might be deceiving them gnawed at him. If Joshi was lying, they could be walking straight into a situation that could destabilize the entire government.
Hours later, Rohan was still in his office, poring over what little they had on the Shadow.
The information was frustratingly vague, bits and pieces that hinted at a powerful, elusive figure but never enough to form a complete picture.
The Shadow had been careful, using intermediaries and proxies to stay hidden. Tracking them down was proving nearly impossible.
The breakthrough came when Neeraj called. "Sir, I've got something on President Naveen. We've been going through his schedule, cross-referencing it with known associates of the Shadow. There's a pattern. Certain meetings, private and off the record, with individuals who have connections to offshore accounts and shell companies tied to the network."
Rohan's heart quickened. "Are these recent?"
"Yes, within the last six months. But here's the thing: these meetings are either after important reforms or any major change in India, which can either be to help Shadow understand all these better and prepare well or to give insider information for these reforms which can help shaow a lot."
"So, Naveen has been playing us all along. Using his position to further the Shadow's agenda," Rohan said, anger rising in his voice.
Neeraj hesitated. "It looks that way, but there's more. We found evidence that Naveen has a mistress and an illegitimate son. If this information were made public, it would destroy his political career. That's why he's being used, he's being blackmailed."
Rohan clenched his fists. The realization was like a punch to the gut. "So, they've been controlling him through fear."
"Exactly," Neeraj confirmed. "Which means we might be able to turn this to our advantage. If we can get Naveen on our side, we could use this to expose the Shadow."
Rohan nodded, though his mind was already spinning with the implications. "What about Joshi? Has Rao found anything more?"
"Rao's team is still working on it," Neeraj said. "They're verifying Joshi's claims, but it's slow going. Everything Joshi told us checks out so far, but that doesn't mean he's telling the whole truth."
"Keep digging," Rohan ordered. "If Joshi is playing us, we need to know before it's too late."
Later that evening, Rao entered Rohan's office, holding a fresh report. "Sir, we've got more on Joshi."
Rohan gestured for him to sit down. "What have you found?"
Rao handed him the report. "We've been able to confirm several of Joshi's claims. He has indeed been in contact with members of the Shadow's network, and his movements match up with some of the key events related to the coup. But here's the twist: Joshi isn't just a pawn. He's been playing both sides."
Rohan's eyes narrowed as he read through the report. "Both sides? How?"
"Joshi has been passing information to the Shadow, but he's also been feeding details to another, unnamed group. We haven't identified them yet, but it looks like Joshi has his own agenda. He's been playing everyone off against each other."
Rohan felt a cold fury rise within him. "So, he's been manipulating the entire situation from the start."
"That's what it looks like," Rao said. "He's been using his position to gather information and sell it to the highest bidder. The Shadow, the government, he's been using them all along."
Rohan leaned back, considering the situation. "Joshi might be manipulating everyone, but he's still useful. If we can figure out who else he's working with, we might be able to use that to our advantage."
Rao nodded, a determined look on his face. "I'll get our people on it. We'll craft something convincing and see where it leads."
As Rao left the room, Rohan felt a renewed sense of purpose. The situation was more complex than he had imagined, but they were starting to get a handle on it.
If they could stay one step ahead of Joshi and the Shadow, they might still have a chance to unravel the conspiracy before it was too late.
Hours passed as Rohan and his team continued to dig deeper into Joshi's connections and the Shadow's network.
It was late into the night when Rao returned, this time with a different energy about him. He placed a folder on Rohan's desk, his expression grave.
"Sir, we've uncovered something big," Rao said, his voice low. "Joshi was right about the Shadow being more than just a network. It's a secret society, deeply entrenched in global power structures. The person at the head is always unknown, hidden behind layers of intermediaries. It's like nothing we've ever dealt with before."
Rohan looked at Rao, absorbing the information. "A secret society?"
"Yes," Rao confirmed. "They've been operating in the shadows for centuries, influencing governments, economies, entire nations. We also went through some pre independent documents and I have some mentioned of these societies as far back as 1857"
"But wasn't that the time of our first war of independence" Asked Rohan
"Yes sir, which is why we have come to the conclusion that these are non state power who just want to create chaos and either earn profit or control because of it. That is why believe that after a century they have finally set their eyes again on India" Replied Rao
Rohan stood up, the gravity of the situation settling in. "I need to talk to Joshi."
Within the hour, Rohan was sitting across from Joshi in a small, dimly lit room. Joshi looked tired but defiant, as if he knew what was coming.
"You knew all along," Rohan began, his voice calm but firm. "About the Shadow, about their real nature and even secret societies."
Joshi smirked, leaning back in his chair. "I knew enough. Enough to know that this isn't just about power or money. It's about control over nations, over people."
"Why India?" Rohan asked, cutting to the chase.
"A country with a fragile system and hundreds of millions of people," Joshi replied, his tone almost casual.
"India right now even if you have solidified the country with full control over political and military is still week systematically which you can see just by how many shadow operative are still working in your government. Now these societies, they see it as worth fighting for. Why? Because we are weak and when you control India, you control one of the largest populations on earth."
Rohan studied Joshi for a moment. "And you? Where do you stand in all of this?"
Joshi's eyes darkened. "I'm not a saint, Rohan. But I'm not their puppet either. I played both sides because I don't want these societies controlling my country. India cannot and never will be a pawn in their game."
Rohan leaned in, his voice low and intense. "Then help us. Help us bring them down."
Joshi smiled faintly, the weariness in his eyes evident. "I can help you. But know this, this isn't a battle you can win easily. These people, they're entrenched. They've been doing this for centuries. But I'll give you what I know."
Rohan nodded, determination in his eyes. "We'll take them down, Joshi. One way or another. No matter how powerful they are , when a state machinery is effective like it will be under my control, everyone will realise why even after being entrenched for centuries they are still called secret societies."
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58.1%A New India / Chapter 103: Don't ever set your eyes on India
Chapter 103: Don't ever set your eyes on India
After making promises to Joshi, Rohan knew it was finally time to end all this.
He picked up his telephone and dialed quickly. "Neeraj," he said, his voice firm and unwavering, "I need President Naveen, Amar Singh, Atma and Rao in my office immediately. Make it happen."
Neeraj responded without hesitation. "Understood, Prime Minister. I'll have them here within the hour."
Rohan ended the call and began pacing the room, his mind racing through the various scenarios that could unfold in the next few hours.
Both President Naveen and Amar Singh, the Director General of Police, had been compromised by the Shadow.
Their loyalty had been twisted, their actions manipulated by forces beyond their control. But this was the moment where everything had to be brought into the light.
The first to arrive was President Naveen. The man entered with the air of authority that his position demanded, but there was a tension in his steps, a wariness in his eyes.
He knew this wasn't just another meeting. Soon after, Amar Singh walked in, his usual confidence visibly shaken. Atma, the Director of the Intelligence Bureau also walked him behind Amar.
Rohan has given Atma the task to creating a list of possible people involved in this which he has been busy with for the past few days and at last Rao entered. Both of Rohan's most trusted advisor. Neeraj, his aide, were already present, standing ready at the sides.
Rohan didn't waste any time. "Gentlemen, we are at war," he began, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
"But this war isn't being fought with soldiers or tanks. It's being fought with influence, corruption, and control. The Shadow has infiltrated our government, our institutions. It is pulling the strings and bending our nation's destiny to its will."
He turned his gaze to President Naveen and Amar Singh, his voice hardening. "Mr. President, Amar, I know you've both been compromised. The Shadow has you on a leash, but it's time to cut those strings."
Naveen, his expression cool and composed, shook his head slightly. "Prime Minister, I think you're mistaken. This sounds like a conspiracy theory, nothing more. I'm not involved in anything of the sort."
Amar Singh, regaining some of his composure, quickly chimed in, "Exactly, Prime Minister. We're both loyal to the country. What you're suggesting is absurd. These are baseless accusations."
Rohan's eyes narrowed, his tone growing colder. "Baseless? I have evidence, meetings, offshore accounts, connections to shell companies linked directly to the Shadow. President do you need me to discuss your mistress and children? This isn't a theory, gentlemen. This is reality. And it's happening right under our noses."
President Naveen stiffened, his voice growing defensive. "Rohan, you're walking on dangerous ground. Accusing the President of such actions, do you realize the implications? You're risking the stability of the entire nation with these wild allegations."
Rohan didn't back down. "The stability of the nation is already at risk, Mr. President, because of what's been happening behind the scenes. This isn't about accusations it's about the truth. And the truth is that you've both been compromised. The Shadow is using you, manipulating you to serve their agenda."
Amar Singh shook his head, his denial still firm. "I've served this country my entire life, Prime Minister. I've fought against corruption, against criminals. And now you're telling me I'm one of them? I won't accept this."
Rohan leaned forward, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "You don't have to accept it, Amar. But it's the truth, whether you want to face it or not. The Shadow has trapped you, both of you. But there's a way out. If you cooperate with us, if you help dismantle their network, you can still do what's right for the country. If not then I can assure you the end will be far worse then what you expect"
Atma, who had been silently observing the exchange, spoke up. "Mr. President, Amar, I understand this is difficult to accept. But the evidence is irrefutable. The Shadow's influence is deep, and it's not just you. They've compromised others as well. We need to act quickly, or we risk losing control of our nation."
President Naveen looked at Rohan, his face a mix of anger and fear. "You're asking me to admit to something I didn't willingly choose, Rohan. You're asking me to destroy my career, my reputation."
"I'm asking you to save your country, Mr. President," Rohan replied, his voice steady. "This is bigger than any one of us. If we don't act now, the Shadow will continue to grow stronger, and we'll lose everything we've worked for."
Amar Singh crossed his arms, still resistant. "And if we do act, what then? We expose ourselves, become targets. The Shadow doesn't forgive or forget."
Rohan nodded, acknowledging the risk. "Yes, you'll be putting yourselves in danger. But the alternative is far worse. If we don't stop them now, they'll control everything, our government, our economy, our people. Is that what you want?"
The room fell into a heavy silence.
After what felt like an eternity, President Naveen sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping. "I never wanted any of this, Rohan. I thought I could manage, that I could keep things under control. But I see now that I was wrong. I'll cooperate, but I'm not happy about it."
Amar Singh, still visibly troubled, finally nodded as well. "If the President is in, then I'm in too. But mark my words, Prime Minister, this won't be easy. The Shadow won't go down without a fight."
Rohan nodded, satisfied with their reluctant agreement. "I never expected it to be easy, Amar. But we don't have a choice. We either fight back, or we lose everything. And I'm not willing to let that happen."
He turned to Neeraj. "Get everything ready after we have all we want, We're going to launch a full-scale crackdown, and it's going to be brutal."
Neeraj left the room, the tension still palpable. Rohan faced the others. "This isn't just about making arrests or seizing assets. This is about sending a message, to the Shadow, to their allies, and to the world. India is not a pawn in their game. We will show them that you do not set your sights on this nation without facing the consequences."
Rao spoke next. "We'll need to coordinate with every state, every law enforcement agency. This crackdown needs to be massive. We'll take down everyone connected to the Shadow, no matter how high up or how well-hidden they are."
Rohan nodded, his mind already racing ahead. "I want this operation to hit them hard and fast. We start at dawn, and we don't stop until their network is completely dismantled. No one connected to the Shadow should escape."
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The Rohan's office then became the nerve center of the operation. Maps were laid out, names and connections scribbled across whiteboards, and teams assembled with military precision.
They had a list from Joshi, Naveen and Amar which has names of people involved with Shadow and when Rohan saw the whole list, he was shocked because after this purge half of the politics system and beaurcratic system will be empty.
With list helping out Atma's and Rao intelligence network was activated in full force, identifying the Shadow's operatives, their safe houses, and their financial channels. The mission was clear: leave no stone unturned.
As the first light of dawn broke, the operation began. Across the country, coordinated strikes were launched with ruthless efficiency. High-profile figures, once untouchable, were pulled from their homes, their shocked faces splashed across the news channels.
Businesses linked to the Shadow were raided, their assets seized, their operations shut down. It wasn't just a crackdown, it was an eradication.
Rohan watched from his office as the reports came in, each success a small victory in the larger war.
But he knew this was only the beginning. The Shadow's reach was deep, and despite their efforts, some operatives would inevitably slip through the cracks.
But the message was clear: India would no longer be a playground for their ambitions.
By midday, the media was in a frenzy, struggling to keep up with the scale of the operation.
The crackdown was brutal, relentless, and total. Finally Rohan called for a special session in Lok Sabha to adress the nation and member of parliament and opposition or whatever is left of it.
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58.65%A New India / Chapter 104: Rohan's Address to the Nation
Chapter 104: Rohan's Address to the Nation
The Lok Sabha was feeling empty yet full. Every Member of Parliament, from the ruling party to the opposition, was eager to hear from the Prime Minister.
The nationwide crackdown had shocked the nation, high-profile arrests, asset seizures, and covert operations had made headlines.
Whispers of foreign interference had grown louder, and now, the entire country was looking to Rohan for answers.
Rohan entered the chamber with a determined stride, his expression somber yet resolute.
The usual hum of chatter fell silent as he made his way to the podium. This was no ordinary session. This was a moment that would define the future of the nation.
Standing before the assembly, Rohan began speaking, his voice steady and filled with authority. "Honorable Speaker, esteemed members of Parliament, and my fellow citizens today, I stand before you not merely as your Prime Minister, but as a servant of this great nation, entrusted with the duty of safeguarding its sovereignty, its democracy, and its future."
He paused and then continued
"In recent days, we have taken bold and decisive actions, actions that were not just necessary, but critical to the survival of our nation as we know it. These actions were driven by one unwavering objective: to protect India from those who seek to undermine our independence, our unity, and our future."
The tension in the room was palpable as Rohan continued, his voice growing more intense.
"We face a threat that is both external and insidious, a threat not from within our borders, but from powers beyond. These foreign powers have made it their mission to destabilize our nation, to exert influence where they have no right, and to manipulate our institutions to serve their own interests. They have targeted our political system, our economy, and our very way of life. Their goal is simple: to weaken India, to divide us, and to control our destiny."
Rohan's words hung heavy in the air, the weight of the situation sinking in. "Many of you remember the events of last year, a dark chapter in our nation's history, when a coup attempt threatened the very foundation of our democracy. That coup was not just an isolated incident. It was orchestrated by these very same foreign powers who now seek to return, to finish what they started. But I stand before you today to say this: they failed then, and they will fail again."
The chamber was silent, the gravity of Rohan's words settling over everyone present. "The actions we have taken arrests, the dismantling of networks, the seizing of assets are part of a larger strategy to root out this foreign influence and to send a clear message: India will not be a playground for external forces. We will not be manipulated, and we will not be controlled. This nation belongs to its people, and its destiny will be decided by us, and us alone."
Rohan's voice grew stronger as he continued, his conviction clear. "The coup attempt of last year was a direct result of these foreign powers trying to assert their control over our country. They thought they could destabilize our democracy, that they could divide us and take advantage of the chaos. But they underestimated the resolve of the Indian people. They underestimated our unity. And now, they have returned, thinking they can try again."
He paused, letting his words sink in. "But this time, we are ready. We will not allow them to take root in our country again. We will kick them out of this land, once and for all. Their influence ends here. Their manipulation ends here. This is our country, and we will defend it with every resource at our disposal."
Rohan scanned the room, his gaze unwavering as he addressed the entire assembly. "This is a time for unity. This is a time for every single one of us, regardless of party, regardless of ideology to come together in defense of our nation. The threats we face are not just threats to the government; they are threats to every citizen, to every community, to the very fabric of our society."
His voice softened slightly, yet remained powerful. "I know that the actions we have taken may have caused fear and uncertainty. I know there are concerns, and I do not dismiss them lightly. But I ask each and every one of you to stand firm. Stand with your government, stand with your fellow citizens. We are not just fighting to maintain power, we are fighting for the soul of our nation."
The chamber remained silent, every MP hanging on Rohan's every word. "To those who seek to harm us, to those foreign powers who believe they can dictate our future, I say this: you have underestimated India. You have underestimated the strength of our democracy and the resolve of our people. We have faced many challenges in our history, and each time we have emerged stronger, more united, and more determined. This time will be no different."
Taking a pause Rohan said "To the people of India i will say this to you.
भारत कोई भूमि का टुकड़ा नहीं है, यह जीता जागता राष्ट्रपुरुष है ।ये वंदन की धरती है, ये अभिनन्दन की भूमि है ।ये अर्पण की भूमि है ये तर्पण की भूमि है।इसकी नदी-नदी हमारे लिए गंगा है, इसका कंकर-कंकर हमारे लिए शंकर है।हम जिएंगे तो इस भारत के लिए और मरेंगे तो इस भारत के लिए,और मरने के बाद भी गंगाजल में बहती हुई हमारी अस्थियों को कोई कानलगाकर सुनेगा, तो एक ही आवाज आएगी, "भारतमाता की जय"
(India is not a piece of land, it is a living nation. This is the land of worship, this is the land of greetings.
This is the land of offering, this is the land of tarpan.
Its river is Ganga for us, its pebble is Shankar for us.
We will live for this India and we will die for this India,
And even after death, if one pays attention to our ashes flowing in the Ganga water.
If you listen carefully, you will hear only one sound - "Long live Mother India")"
As Rohan finished, the Lok Sabha erupted in applause, the members rising to their feet in a rare display of unity.
The Prime Minister's speech had resonated deeply, reminding everyone of their shared responsibility to the nation.
Rohan delivered his final words with a firm resolve. "Let us remember who we are. We are a nation of over a billion people, with a rich history, a vibrant democracy, and an unshakable commitment to justice and freedom. We will protect our nation, we will defend our sovereignty, and we will ensure that the future of India is determined by its people, and by no one else."
As Rohan stepped back from the podium, the chamber buzzed with the energy of his words.
He had not just addressed the members of Parliament, he had addressed the entire nation, reminding them of their strength, their unity, and their shared destiny.
The fight against those who sought to destabilize India was far from over, but with the resolve of its people and the unity of its leaders, the country would face whatever challenges lay ahead with strength and determination.
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59.21%A New India / Chapter 105: It's time for Light - I
Chapter 105: It's time for Light - I
The Lok Sabha speech has been a success for Rohan. His words had resonated not just within Parliament but across the entire nation.
He had called for action, for unity, and for an unwavering commitment to defend India from foreign influences. And in the days that followed, Rohan's government launched a crackdown like never before.
For seven days, the country witnessed an intense operation. The crackdown was swift, hard, and relentless. High-ranking officials, powerful businessmen, and grassroots operatives with ties to foreign powers were arrested.
The operation stretched across every corner of the nation, leaving no stone unturned. It wasn't just about taking people into custody; it was about dismantling a network that had spread through every level of society.
Protests erupted almost immediately. People took to the streets, shouting slogans, waving flags, and demanding the release of those arrested.
Many of these protesters were mobilized by politicians who had been implicated in the crackdown. They claimed the government was overstepping, targeting innocent people under the guise of national security.
But Rohan was firm. He had anticipated the backlash, the accusations, and the outcry. But he knew that if he hesitated now, it would give the enemy time to regroup.
He made it clear to his team: no matter what, they had to see this through.
Each day, Rohan received updates in his office. The list of arrests grew, the assets seized became more significant, and the connections uncovered were more shocking. But with each success, resistance grew stronger.
The protests became larger and more organized, and clashes with law enforcement were frequent. The media, both domestic and international, filled their coverage with images of the unrest.
Despite the pressure,Rohan stood his ground.
"We cannot afford to back down," he told his inner circle during a late-night meeting. "Every time we pause, they gain ground. We must root out every last bit of this influence, no matter the cost."
The crackdown continued, and by the seventh day, the nation was tense. The streets felt on edge, filled with a sense of unease.
But behind the scenes, Rohan's forces had delivered a crippling blow to the network that sought to destabilize India.
The arrests had disrupted their operations, leaving the organization fractured and vulnerable.
Yet, there was one final piece to the puzzle, one last target Rohan had been quietly pursuing.
Late in the evening, Rohan received a call. "We've got him," Neeraj's voice crackled over the secure line. "He's in custody."
Rohan didn't need to ask who it was. They had captured a key figure behind the foreign operation in India, the person orchestrating the chaos from the shadows. Rohan had been waiting for this moment.
Within an hour, Rohan arrived at the secret cell where the man was being held. It was a plain building in a remote location, far from the public eye. The room was simple, with just a single chair in the center, where the prisoner sat, guarded by two officers.
The man, dressed in plain clothes, looked ordinary at first glance. But there was a calmness about him, a quiet confidence that suggested he was no ordinary operative.
His eyes were sharp, studying Rohan as he entered the room.
Rohan stepped into the room, the door closing behind him with a soft click. For a moment, there was silence as the two men sized each other up.
"So," Rohan began, his voice steady, "you're the one leading this operation in India. The man from the shadows."
The prisoner didn't respond immediately. He didn't flinch, didn't confirm or deny. He simply watched Rohan with those cold, calculating eyes.
After a long pause, the man finally spoke. "I must admit, we didn't expect things to turn around this fast. I guess we made a mistake in analyzing India...and you, Prime Minister."
"You underestimated us," Rohan said, his voice firm. "You thought you could manipulate us, control us from the shadows. But you were wrong."
The man smirked slightly, a flicker of something almost like admiration in his eyes. "Perhaps. But in our line of work, mistakes happen. It's how we learn."
Rohan took a step closer, his gaze never leaving the prisoner's face. "What was your endgame? To turn us against each other? To weaken us so you could take control?"
The man's smile faded. "Control is an illusion, Prime Minister. Influence, however, is real. And influence, when wielded correctly, can change the course of nations."
Rohan felt a chill run down his spine. The man's words were chillingly accurate, same as the strategy that had nearly torn his country apart.
"But you failed," Rohan said, his voice hardening. "You underestimated the resolve of the Indian people. You underestimated what we're willing to do to protect our nation."
The prisoner's eyes gleamed with something unreadable, was it respect, or something darker? "Perhaps. But you have to ask yourself, Prime Minister how long can you keep this up? The forces you're fighting against...they don't disappear. They regroup, they adapt, and they come back stronger."
Rohan stood silent for a moment, considering the prisoner's words. He knew they were true. The battle they had fought this week was just one of many.
The enemy would return, perhaps not tomorrow or next year or next decade but eventually. The cycle of conflict and resistance would continue.
Finally, Rohan spoke, his voice quiet but resolute. "You're right. They'll come back. But next time, we'll be ready."
The prisoner tilted his head slightly, as if considering Rohan's words. Then, he leaned back in his chair, his composure never wavering. "What happens now, Prime Minister? Do you parade me in front of the cameras? Use me as a trophy to show the world that you've won?"
Rohan's response was immediate, his tone sharp. "You're not a trophy. You're a warning."
The room fell into silence again, the tension thick in the air. The guards exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what Rohan's next move would be.
Then, to everyone's surprise, Rohan turned to the guards. "Release him."
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59.77%A New India / Chapter 106: It's time for Light - II
Chapter 106: It's time for Light - II
The guards hesitated, clearly taken aback by the order. They exchanged bewildered looks, then one of them finally spoke. "Sir...are you sure?"
Rohan nodded, his expression unreadable. "Let him go."
The guards, though confused, knew better than to question the Prime Minister.
They began unshackling the prisoner, who watched the proceedings with an inscrutable expression.
The door opened, and the prisoner stepped out, flanked by the guards.
He didn't resist, didn't look back. He simply walked out into the night, disappearing into the darkness.
As the door closed behind the prisoner, the room was filled with silence. The guards exchanged uneasy looks, clearly struggling to understand what had just happened.
Before anyone could ask the questions burning in their minds, Rohan turned and walked out of the room.
Neeraj, who had been waiting outside, quickly fell into step beside him as they made their way down the corridor.
"Prime Minister," Neeraj began cautiously, "if I may ask...why did you let him go?"
Rohan kept walking, his face unreadable, but his mind was working quickly, processing everything that had just transpired. "We've won this battle, Neeraj, but the war is far from over."
Neeraj frowned, clearly not satisfied with that answer. "But we had him. He was one of their leaders, the one orchestrating all of this. We could have—"
"We could have paraded him around," Rohan interrupted, his voice calm but firm. "We could have used him to show the world that we won, that we caught the mastermind. But that's not the message I want to send."
Neeraj looked at Rohan, still puzzled. "What message, then?"
Rohan stopped walking and turned to face Neeraj, his eyes sharp and filled with a determined fire. "The Shadow thinks they can hide, that they can operate from the darkness and control us without being seen. But now we've forced them into the light. By letting him go, we've shown them that we're not afraid. We know who they are, and we know how they operate. They can't hide anymore."
Neeraj's eyes widened slightly as he began to understand. "You're saying that by releasing him...we're letting them know that we're watching?"
Rohan nodded. "Exactly. They'll be back. They'll try again, thinking they've learned from their mistakes. But when they do, we'll be ready. We'll know where to start. This time, they're visible. And that visibility is their greatest weakness."
Neeraj nodded slowly, the pieces falling into place. It was a risky move, but one that could turn the tables on the very organization that had thrived on secrecy and manipulation.
As they reached the exit, the night air greeted them, cool and refreshing after the heavy atmosphere inside.
The moonlight cast a silver glow over the surroundings, and for a moment, the world outside seemed calm.
Rohan stopped at the entrance, looking up at the sky. "This is far from over, Neeraj. The Shadow will return, but when they do, they'll be walking into a trap. We'll be ready, and this time, we'll have the upper hand from the very start."
Neeraj nodded thoughtfully. "You're turning their own tactics against them. They've thrived on secrecy, and now you've made sure they know that they're being watched."
Rohan turned to Neeraj, his expression serious but with a hint of satisfaction. "Exactly. They've operated in the shadows for so long, they've forgotten what it's like to be in the light. Now, every move they make, every contact they reach out to, will be under scrutiny. They'll be constantly second-guessing, wondering who's really on their side and who's working for us."
Neeraj glanced back at the building they had just left, where the prisoner had been released into the night. "But aren't you worried that by letting him go, we're giving them a chance to regroup?"
Rohan shook his head. "Of course, they'll try to regroup. But they'll be doing it under our watch. The moment they make a move, we'll be there. They're no longer in the dark; they're in our spotlight. And that's where they're weakest."
As they reached the waiting car, Rohan paused before getting in, turning to Neeraj who was about to sit in the car
"Remember this, Neeraj, in a game of shadows, the one who controls the light controls the game. We've shifted the balance of power. They'll be on the defensive now, trying to cover their tracks. And when they stumble, we'll be ready to strike."
Neeraj nodded, Rohan's strategy was bold, but it made sense. By forcing the Shadow into the open, they had taken away its greatest strength: its invisibility.
As the car sped through the quiet streets of the city, Rohan leaned back, his mind already planning the next steps.
The crackdown had been successful, but it was just the beginning. There would be more battles to fight, more threats to face.
But for the first time in a long while, Rohan felt that they were no longer on the back foot. They had taken the fight to the enemy, and they had done it on their terms.
But Rohan knew they would return. They always did. And when they did, they would find an India that was more prepared, more united, and more determined than ever to defend itself.
As the car approached the Prime Minister's residence, Rohan glanced out the window at the night sky.
The stars were clear, shining brightly against the darkness. It was a fitting symbol, he thought, of the battle they had fought and the victory they had won.
Stepping out of the car, Rohan turned to Neeraj one last time. "Get some rest, Neeraj. We've got a lot of work ahead of us. But tonight, we've taken a big step forward."
Neeraj nodded, watching as Rohan walked towards the entrance of his residence. The Prime Minister's words still rang in his mind, The fight was far from over, but they were no longer just reacting to threats. In a way they are the threat now to these secret societies.
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60.33%A New India / Chapter 107: End of Korean War
Chapter 107: End of Korean War
It was February 1953, and the war that had torn the region apart for nearly three years was finally nearing its end.
The skies were gray, heavy with the weight of a conflict that had seen no clear victor, only loss and devastation.
Far from the front lines, in a private meeting room at the Prime Minister's residence in India, Rohan sat quietly, thinking about the past few weeks.
The crackdown on the Shadow had been tough, but it was necessary. Now, as one battle was coming to an end at home, news from the Korean Peninsula came.
"Prime Minister," Neeraj said as he entered the room, holding a telegram. "This just came in from Korea."
Rohan nodded, taking the telegram. He opened it and quickly read through the message.
The armistice talks in Panmunjom were finally making progress. The war that had started in June 1950, when North Korean forces crossed the 38th parallel, was finally nearing its conclusion.
The United Nations, led by the United States, had intervened to support South Korea, while China had joined on the side of North Korea. The Soviet Union had backed the North but stayed away from direct fighting.
"February 11th," Rohan murmured, noting the date. "It looks like the war will finally end."
Neeraj said "It's been a brutal war. So much suffering on all sides."
Rohan nodded, his expression somber. "Yes, and even now, they're still fighting. Both sides want to gain as much ground as they can before the ceasefire takes effect."
"Triangle Hill," Neeraj said, recalling the name from reports. "The fighting there has been especially fierce."
Rohan agreed, his tone serious. "It's symbolic now. The hill doesn't matter strategically, but neither side wants to be the one to back down. It's a last, desperate push before the guns go quiet."
Rohan put the telegram down and leaned back in his chair, thinking about what the end of this war meant for the world.
The Korean Peninsula would stay divided, and even though the fighting would stop, the scars would remain.
As Rohan looked out the window, his mind thought of the future he knew all too well, The year 2024.
He knew that the armistice would only freeze the conflict, not end it. The two Koreas would remain divided, their people separated by one of the most heavily militarized borders in the world.
The problems of this war would not be solved they would continue, only to flare up again and again.
He knew that this fragile peace would lead to decades of tension, occasional skirmishes, and a constant threat of a new war.
Rohan could almost see the faces of future leaders struggling with the same issues, the same lack of resolution.
He knew that despite the ceasefire, the Korean Peninsula would remain a flashpoint, a place where the wounds of the past never fully healed.
"All this fighting," Rohan thought to himself, "and yet the war never truly ends. The wounds we think we're closing now will still be open wounds seventy years from now. I know that no matter what, this armistice is just a bandage, not a cure."
"Neeraj," Rohan said aloud, his voice thoughtful, pulling himself from his internal musings, "we've won a big battle here, but our war isn't over. The Korean War is a reminder of what happens when a country is divided, when outsiders use internal conflicts for their own gain."
Neeraj turned to face him, understanding the seriousness of Rohan's words. "You're right, Prime Minister. The end of the Korean War doesn't mean peace; it just means a break. We have to stay on guard here, too. The Shadow won't just disappear."
Rohan sighed. "The Korean Peninsula will be tense for years. Even with the armistice, they'll always be on edge. We've seen it here, too. After our crackdown, we forced the Shadow into the open, but they'll regroup and adapt."
"So, what's our next move?" Neeraj asked.
"We keep pushing forward," Rohan said, his eyes on the map of the world hanging on the wall. "We strengthen our alliances, both in our region and globally. We make sure India is never as vulnerable as Korea was."
Neeraj nodded, but he could see the faraway look in Rohan's eyes, as if the Prime Minister was seeing something beyond their current reality.
He wondered what Rohan was really thinking, but he knew better than to ask. There were some thoughts, some burdens, that a leader kept to himself.
They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the past few weeks hanging over them.
Rohan thought of the soldiers still fighting in Korea, braving the bitter cold and holding their positions until the very end.
Soon, they would return home, but not without leaving a part of themselves behind in that distant, war-torn land.
On the Korean Peninsula, the war was coming to a brutal end. The ceasefire talks in Panmunjom had been long and difficult.
But both sides knew the war had to stop. The front lines, though mostly stable near the 38th parallel, saw some of the fiercest fighting in those final days.
In the Iron Triangle, a key area near the 38th parallel, UN forces launched a final offensive.
Their goal was clear: secure the high ground, especially Triangle Hill, before the ceasefire. The hill had been the site of intense battles throughout the war, and now, it would be the last contested ground before the guns went silent.
The fighting was relentless. Artillery pounded the frozen earth, turning the landscape into a mess of mud, snow, and blood.
Soldiers on both sides fought with everything they had, knowing that the positions they held when the ceasefire took effect would likely define the new border.
Lieutenant James Carter, a young American officer, led his men up the slopes of Triangle Hill.
The cold was bitter, the ground treacherous, but they pushed forward, driven by the knowledge that this might be their last battle.
As they reached the summit, Carter looked around at the devastation, the shattered trees, the craters, the bodies of fallen comrades and enemies alike.
He knew the hill's value was more symbolic than anything now, but it didn't matter. What mattered was that they held it.
In the east, near the Imjin River, South Korean and British forces launched their own offensive.
The Imjin had seen many bloody battles earlier in the war, and now it would witness the final clash.
The river's banks were frozen, the water cold and dark, but the soldiers pressed on, determined to hold their ground.
The ceasefire talks in Panmunjom had been delayed, extended, and nearly broken many times.
But by February 9, 1953, both sides had finally reached an agreement. The armistice would be signed, and the fighting would stop. For the soldiers on the ground, the news brought a mix of relief and disbelief.
After years of constant combat, it seemed almost unreal that it was finally over.
At 10:00 a.m. on February 11, 1953, the Korean Armistice Agreement was officially signed at Panmunjom.
The signing ceremony was brief and somber, marked by a sense of exhaustion rather than victory. Military officials from the United Nations, North Korea, and China were present.
But there were no grand speeches, just the quiet acknowledgment that the killing had to stop.
As the ink dried on the agreement, orders were sent to the front lines to stop all offensive operations.
The guns fell silent, and the soldiers, weary and battered, began to withdraw from the positions they had fought so hard to take.
The DMZ was established along the 38th parallel, a buffer zone between the two Koreas that would become one of the most heavily fortified borders in the world.
For the soldiers on both sides, the end of the war brought deep relief, but also overwhelming sadness.
The war had taken so much, friends, comrades, entire communities and left behind only the cold, hard reality of a divided peninsula.
Back in India, Rohan received the news of the ceasefire with mixed emotions. The war was over, but peace was fragile.
The Korean Peninsula would remain a symbol of the Cold War, a reminder of the divisions that could tear nations apart.
Rohan looked towards the telegram he has recieved and thought "The era from 47 to 53 was one that was the most bloodiest for Asia but unfortunately for everyone more is to come. Now that everything is set in stone, I will start working on diplomatic relations with other countries and more trade deals, India is still in a very fragile condition and I need to make sure that it is strong. It's time for some blast"
Rohan looked towards the ceiling thinking of the ramifications his actions will soon have over India and the world, the chain reaction it will bring.
But no matter what he will go forward with it because India cannot be without it neither it can be late with it.
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60.89%A New India / Chapter 108: Time for some Nucelar Explosion
Chapter 108: Time for some Nucelar Explosion
February 1953, too many things were happening around the world and with Korean War ending, people thought they will finally find peace as this was a term very less associated with life ever since 1900.
But in those moments on Feb 12 Rohan recieved a classified telegram from the intelligence agencies that shocked him because even though he knew this was an AU, he never expected things to change so much and with this news something changed within him because he finally found an opportunity once in an decade.
Seated behind his desk in New Delhi, the Prime Minister was looking at the telegram which said only few words but enough, France was preparing to conduct its first nuclear test on February 25.
"Prime Minister, you wanted to see me?" Neeraj asked, stepping into the room. His usually calm demeanor cracked slightly as he caught sight of Rohan's expression.
Rohan looked up, his fingers tapping the desk. "France is planning a nuclear test on the 25th."
Neeraj's eyes widened in surprise. "That's in less than two weeks! If they succeed, they'll make global headlines. The world will take notice. This Massive news sir"
"Exactly," Rohan replied, his gaze steady.
"I was thinking something but never found the right opportunity but today it is in front of ourselves, something to change the fate of this nation forever. That's why we need to act before they do. We'll conduct our own test on the 24th, one day ahead of them."
Neeraj blinked, clearly taken aback. "One day before? But, Prime Minister, our nuclear deal with the U.S. was strictly for civilian purposes. If we go ahead with this, it'll be seen as a breach of trust."
Rohan stood, walking over to the large map of India that hung on the wall. "The Americans knew what we were capable of. They might not like it, but they'll respect us if we succeed. Even if there is an international outcry we still have France Nucelar test as a shield. We can use ourselves as leader of the so called third world countries and rally other asian countries if west still continues to pressure us, we will use this pressure as a case of Western imperialism which will silent them soon"
Neeraj was silent for a moment, considering the boldness of the plan. "You're right, sir. But the international reaction will be swift. Our economy has taken a hit, truthfully our political system is in shambles, if they put sanction on us I don't know how will we continue to work"
"Do you want to know? Simple we will go to USSR, do you really think USA will want a regional powerhouse with Nucelar weapons to ally with USSR, let alone a democracy what kind of message will it spread that the ideology USA has been fighting for is not working if Communists and Democracy can work together. What i want you to do is call the Dr. Bhaba and others as soon as possible for a meeting"
Neeraj nodded, now understanding the urgency. "I'll call Dr. Homi Bhabha and others immediately. If anyone can make this happen, it's him."
It didn't take long for Dr. Homi Bhabha, the father of India's nuclear program, to arrive at the Prime Minister's residence.
He was accompanied by Dr. Vikram Sarabhai, Dr. Raja Ramanna, and several top scientists and military officials involved in the country's secret nuclear project.
They gathered around a large table scattered with blueprints, scientific reports, and maps of test sites.
Rohan didn't waste any time. "Dr. Bhabha, we've just learned that France is going to conduct their first nuclear test on the 25th. I want India to conduct ours on the 24th, one day earlier."
Dr. Bhabha, usually composed, looked surprised. "Prime Minister, that's a very tight deadline. We've made considerable progress, yes, but moving the test date up leaves us with almost no margin for error."
Vikram Sarabhai, leaning forward, added, "Technically, the device is ready. But there are still safety checks being done on the fissile material. The yield has to be carefully calculated. It's one thing to detonate a bomb, it's another to ensure we control the fallout."
Rohan looked at them, his expression serious. "How close are we to ensuring the test can happen safely?"
Dr. Bhabha glanced at Sarabhai before responding. "We've followed the design of a plutonium-based implosion device, similar to what the Americans and Soviets used. We're confident in the theory, but the final assembly of the core and the triggering mechanism is where we can't afford any mistakes."
Dr. Ramanna, who had been studying the blueprints closely, spoke up. "The design we're using is modeled after the Fat Man bomb dropped on Nagasaki. We expect a yield of around 20 kilotons."
"Twenty kilotons," Rohan repeated, nodding slowly. "That will make the world take notice."
"But," Sarabhai cautioned, "even the smallest miscalculation could result in a failure. And a failed test would be disastrous, not just diplomatically, but also for our credibility."
Rohan understood the stakes. "What do you need from me to make this happen?"
Dr. Bhabha leaned forward, his voice calm but firm. "We need full government support. The test will be conducted at Pokhran, a site we've been preparing for months, but we need the military to secure the area and ensure everything runs smoothly. We also have to keep this completely under wraps. The international community must not know until after the test is complete."
Rohan nodded. "You'll have everything you need. The military will secure Pokhran, and I'll ensure there are no leaks."
Dr. Sarabhai added, "We've been producing the necessary plutonium at Trombay using heavy water reactors. But transporting the material to Pokhran will be a delicate operation. It's highly radioactive and requires extreme care during transport."
"I'll have the military handle the transport," Rohan assured them. "We'll make sure it's done swiftly and quietly. The last thing we need is unwanted attention before we're ready."
For a moment, the room fell into silence as everyone absorbed the gravity of the mission. Finally, Dr. Bhabha spoke again.
"Prime Minister, we can make this happen. But it will change everything. Once India conducts this test, we'll no longer be seen as just another developing nation. We'll be recognized as a nuclear power and that comes with new responsibilities and risks."
"I'm fully aware of the risks," Rohan said firmly. "But we can't let this opportunity slip away. France will go public with their test, and this opportunity will never come again"
Dr. Bhabha exchanged a glance with Sarabhai and Ramanna, then nodded. "We're on track for February 24th."
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61.45%A New India / Chapter 109: 5 days before Explosion
Chapter 109: 5 days before Explosion