Chapter 109: 5 days before Explosion
February 19, 1953
The countdown had begun. In five days, India would attempt to conduct its first nuclear testa step that would solidify its position on the world stage.
Rohan, seated in his office in New Delhi, was aware of the pressure on him. He had always known this day would come, but now that it was here, the stakes felt higher than ever.
As he sat there, checking over the latest reports regarding appointment of new beaurcrats and massive recruitment for grassroot level his door swung open. Neeraj entered, his face reflecting the tension in the air.
"Prime Minister," Neeraj began, stepping closer, "I've just received an update from Dr. Bhabha's team."
Rohan leaned back, gesturing for Neeraj to proceed.
"They've begun the final assembly of the plutonium core at Pokhran," Neeraj said, his voice low but steady. "The fissile material arrived safely. It was transported in separate shipments, under the radar. Nothing unusual. No one outside of the essential personnel knows what's really happening."
Rohan nodded, his mind already calculating the next steps. "And the site? Security?"
Neeraj handed him a brief. "The military has locked it down completely. Multiple layers of security are in place. Pokhran is practically impenetrable. Only a select few scientists and military officers are on-site. Everyone else is being kept at a distance."
Rohan skimmed the document before setting it down. "Good. The last thing we need is for word to get out before we're ready."
Neeraj shifted slightly in his seat. "There's one potential concern, Prime Minister. The team is still fine-tuning the explosive lenses for the implosion. Dr. Bhabha's confident, but the lenses have to work perfectly to compress the plutonium core and trigger the chain reaction."
Rohan tapped his fingers on the desk, thinking. "How long until the lenses are ready?"
"They expect to finish the final assembly by the 22nd," Neeraj replied. "That gives them a couple of days to run tests before the detonation."
"And you're sure they can pull this off?" Rohan asked, his voice calm but demanding.
"Dr. Bhabha believes so. They've run countless simulations. But we're dealing with an implosion-type bomb, the smallest miscalculation could prevent the device from achieving critical mass."
Rohan's face remained impassive. He had expected complications, but this wasn't the time to let doubt creep in. "Tell them to double and triple-check everything. We can't afford any mistakes."
Neeraj nodded. "Understood."
The room fell quiet for a moment. Rohan stood up and walked to the large map of India that dominated one wall of his office.
He stared at the northern desert regions, where Pokhran lay hidden from the world's gaze.
"Once this test is done," he said softly, almost to himself, "the world will know what we're capable of."
Neeraj watched him in silence.The implications of a nuclear India were immense. It wasn't just about military power, it was about respect, sovereignty, and the right to shape the global order.
Rohan turned back to Neeraj, his expression hardening. "And what about the other intelligence agencies ? Have we heard anything from the usual channels?"
Neeraj shook his head. "Not yet. We've monitored the usual suspects. So far, nothing out of the ordinary. The French are focused on their own test. The Americans seem preoccupied with the Korean situation. No one has taken special interest in our movements."
Rohan nodded. "Keep it that way. We can't let anyone suspect what's happening at Pokhran until the test is complete. Once we detonate, we'll handle the international backlash."
Neeraj hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "And the Americans? They know we've been using the nuclear deal for more than just civilian purposes. What if they react harshly?"
Rohan's expression didn't change. "The Americans knew what they were getting into when they signed the deal. They've been playing this game long enough to understand it. Sure, they might express disappointment, but they won't do anything drastic. They need us. If we position ourselves carefully, we can play this to our advantage."
There was a brief pause before Neeraj spoke again. "Dr. Bhabha also wanted to discuss the environmental impact. The test site is remote, but he's concerned about potential fallout."
Rohan's face grew more serious. "Tell him to minimize it as much as possible. We can't afford widespread contamination. Pokhran was chosen because of its isolation, but we still need to control the after-effects."
Neeraj flipped through his notes. "They're using an underground chamber for the test, which should contain most of the explosion. Dr. Sarabhai is overseeing that part of the operation. He believes the design will limit fallout to the immediate area. They'll also monitor radiation levels closely after the detonation."
Rohan crossed his arms, nodding as he processed the information. "And what's the timeline for evacuating non-essential personnel?"
"Once the core is fully integrated and the system is armed, non-essential personnel will be evacuated from the area," Neeraj confirmed. "Only the key scientists and military officers needed for the detonation will remain on-site. We've arranged for discreet transportation out of Pokhran once the assembly is complete."
Rohan sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. "Five days. In five days, we'll change India's destiny. Once this test is done, there's no turning back."
Rohan glanced at him. "We've spent years building up to this. France is going to do their test, but if we succeed first, India will be seen differently. We'll be a nuclear power, and no one will be able to deny our strength."
Neeraj finally spoke, his voice quiet. "It's a bold move, Prime Minister. But if anyone can pull this off, it's you"
Rohan gave a slight nod. "There's no room for hesitation. The world is about to see a new India."
The two men sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their decision hanging heavy in the air.
Five days. In just five days, India would step into a new era, one defined by its ability to wield the power of the atom.
Neeraj gathered his notes and stood. "I'll inform Dr. Bhabha of the next steps."
Rohan watched him go, his mind already racing ahead. There was no room for mistakes.
No room for doubts. The countdown had begun, and with each passing day, the world inched closer to learning that India was no longer a country to be underestimated.
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62.01%A New India / Chapter 110: The Final Countdown
Chapter 110: The Final Countdown
February 23 1953, the day before India's first nuclear test. The whole Prime minister office was still full of energy as if nothing that was about to change the fate of India was happening.
There was no distrubance everything was going as it should be, clouding the world in doubt about whether some rumours that is hard to believe is true.
Amidst all the confusion and illusion, India was working day and night to achieve something, which Rohan desperately wanted.
He sat in his New Delhi office, waiting for the updates that were coming in every few hours from the Pokhran test site.
He has specially ask to be reported about even minor to minor details and made sure there is no communication gap between teams.
It was a clam and peaceful night yet he could feel the pressure on him, even though he knows that everything will go according to plan, he still felt the worried about everything because next day everything will change.
Everything they had worked for, everything he had planned, rested on the success of what would happen tomorrow. If India succeed tommorow he will be immortalized in the history of India. But there are still few hours before he could receive it.
His chain of thoughts were broken when Neeraj entered the room quietly, carrying a folder with the latest briefing.
Without looking up from his desk, Rohan spoke, his voice low and steady.
"How is everything going on?
Neeraj sat across from him, unfolding the document. "Dr. Bhabha reports that the core assembly is functional and complete. The plutonium device is in place, and the detonation system has been wired. The tests on the electrical circuits have all returned positive results."
Rohan gave a slight nod, still staring at the papers in front of him. "The site itself? No complications?"
"No, Prime Minister," Neeraj responded confidently. "The military has the area completely locked down. All personnel not directly involved with the test have been moved out discreetly. Pokhran is essentially a ghost area at this point only the key scientists and military officers are still at the site. Everyone else has been evacuated."
Rohan leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. "Good. The last thing we need is any interference now."
There was a pause as Neeraj shifted slightly, gathering his thoughts. For even he was feeling tired of everything in the past few days.
"We've completed the final safety checks on the explosive lenses as well," Neeraj continued. "Dr. Ramanna is confident that the compression sequence will trigger correctly, and the implosion mechanism is working as it should."
Rohan listened carefully, processing every word. "And the environmental containment?"
Neeraj glanced at the next page of his report. "Dr. Sarabhai has confirmed that the underground chamber should contain most of the explosion. They've put measures in place to minimize any fallout that might escape. Radiation monitoring will begin immediately after the test."
"Perfect." Rohan stood and walked toward the window, looking out at the quiet city. "It's strange, isn't it? The whole world is asleep, unaware that tomorrow we change the course of history."
Neeraj didn't respond right away. He knew Rohan's mind was racing far ahead preparing for what would come after the test, the complexities that are to come is not something that can be easily solved even with all the preparation.
The Prime Minister's ambition for India was clear, let India step into a new realm of respect and power on the world stage.
"We've prepared for this moment for years," Neeraj said, breaking the silence. "Everything has led to tomorrow."
Rohan turned back from the window, his face calm but intense. "Once that device is detonated, there's no turning back. The world will never look at us the same way neither will we look at the world with same way"
Neeraj nodded. "We're ready for it. The diplomatic backlash will be immediate, but we've planned for every reaction. From American to Soviet we have brainstormed their every move"
Rohan gave a slight smile, the tension briefly lifting. "Yes and if these western power push us too hard, we'll remind them of the alternatives. No matter what we will make sure they understand this is not a India they can bully"
The room grew quiet again. Rohan returned to his desk, looking at the clock. Time was moving quickly now.
"Tell Dr. Bhabha and his team to run one last diagnostic in the morning before they initiate the countdown. I want no surprises."
Neeraj nodded. "I'll relay the message immediately."
Pokhran Test Site — Midnight, February 23
In the still desert air of Pokhran, the final preparations were well underway. The entire site was under tight military security, with guards patrolling the perimeter and checkpoints established at key locations.
Inside the underground test chamber, the bomb a plutonium implosion device sat in place, awaiting its moment.
Dr. Homi Bhabha stood with Dr. Raja Ramanna and Dr. Vikram Sarabhai, overseeing the last-minute checks.
There was an unspoken understanding among the team, this was more than a scientific achievement. This was India's statement to the world.
"The core is in place, and the explosive lenses have been calibrated," Dr. Ramanna said, reviewing the final technical readouts. "The electrical system is primed for detonation."
Bhabha adjusted his glasses, studying the data carefully. "Good. We've run through the detonation sequence enough times to be confident, but let's not take any chances. Run the diagnostic one more time. I want everything triple-checked."
Ramanna nodded, moving swiftly to relay the order to his team.
As Ramanna left, Bhabha turned to Sarabhai. "And the containment system?"
Sarabhai looked over his own set of figures. "The underground chamber should handle the majority of the blast. The engineers have reinforced the structure, and we've positioned radiation sensors around the perimeter. We'll know right away if there's any unexpected leakage."
Bhabha nodded, his face stern but satisfied. "We've taken every precaution. Now it's just a matter of waiting."
Outside, the night sky was clear, the stars undisturbed by the tensions below. In just a few hours, the silence of the desert would be shattered.
In New Delhi, the city was still dark, but dawn was approaching.
Rohan had barely slept, sitting at his desk, he glanced at the clock again. They were just hours away.
Neeraj entered the office once more, carrying the latest report from Pokhran. His face reflected the same intensity that Rohan felt.
"Prime Minister," Neeraj began, "I've spoken with Dr. Bhabha's team. They've completed the final diagnostic check on the detonation system. All systems are functioning perfectly."
Rohan nodded. "And the weather at night Pokhran?"
"Clear skies," Neeraj replied. "No wind, no interference. Perfect conditions for the test."
Rohan leaned back in his chair, letting out a slow breath. "We're really going to do this."
Neeraj smiled, though the gravity of the situation was not lost on him. "It's happening, sir."
Rohan stood and walked to the large window, watching as the first hint of dawn began to break over the horizon.
He thought about what this test meant not just for India, but for him personally.
He died and came to a new world as the prime minister of India in 1947, too many things has happened ever since then but today he finally felt that calling.
He has finally achieved something that if not achieved today will only come some 50 years down the line.
Today he can look back to himself of past and feel proud that he is about to achieve something that will change the fate of India and the world forever.
This was a moment decades in the making. Tomorrow, India would no longer be viewed as just another emerging nation. Tomorrow, they would be a nuclear power.
"Once that bomb goes off," Rohan said quietly, "we will walk a different path"
Neeraj stood by his side, silent but understanding.
They had prepared for every possible reaction, every contingency.
But even with all the planning, no one could fully predict what would come next.
"We've prepared for this," Neeraj said softly. "We'll be ready for whatever happens."
Rohan didn't respond immediately. He stared out at the rising sun and Finally, he spoke.
"We'll be ready."
Pokhran — 5:00 A.M, February 24
The desert was still dark, but the sky was beginning to show the first light of dawn. The final moments had arrived.
The bomb was sealed inside the underground chamber, and the countdown was about to begin.
Dr. Homi Bhabha stood with his team, their faces focused but calm. The command center was quiet, every man and woman present fully aware of the gravity of the situation.
"All systems are green," one of the engineers reported. "We're ready to initiate the countdown."
Dr. Bhabha took a deep breath. "Begin the countdown."
As the clock began to tick down, the final moments of calm settled over the desert.
In just a few short minutes, the landscape and the world would be forever changed.
The test was about to begin.
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62.56%A New India / Chapter 111: Nucelar Test Successfull
Chapter 111: Nucelar Test Successfull
Dr. Homi Bhabha stood at the center of the command bunker, surrounded by the finest scientific minds India had gathered.
They were about to make history, but what was to come hung in the air like a storm cloud ready to break.
"All systems are prepared," Dr. Raja Ramanna said quietly, his voice betraying only a fraction of the excitement bubbling beneath the surface.
His hands hovered over the control panel, which, in a few minutes, would initiate the final sequence.
Dr. Bhabha nodded. "We've waited for this moment. Let's proceed with caution, but no hesitation."
Around the bunker, the other scientists and military personnel exchanged glances, India's first nuclear device was sealed deep underground, far below the desert sands of Pokhran.
It was an implosion-type plutonium bomb, designed carefully over years of work. They had run the tests, checked the circuits, and rechecked them again.
The time had come to finally see it through.
Bhabha paced slowly, his mind working through every potential risk.
There were no second chances with something like this. They had to get it right. "What's the status of the containment area?"
Dr. Vikram Sarabhai, focused on the environmental systems, replied, "We've confirmed that the underground chamber is secure. It's built to contain most of the fallout, and radiation levels post-blast should remain within safe limits."
Bhabha took a deep breath, nodding at Sarabhai's response. "Then we proceed."
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Rohan sat in silence, staring out the window as dawn began to break over New Delhi.
His mind was far from the peaceful city outside. In just minutes, everything would change.
This was what they had worked for, what he had dreamed of. India's future depended on what would happen next.
Neeraj entered the room quietly, breaking Rohan's reverie. "Prime Minister," he said, his voice calm but heavy with the knowledge of the stakes, "we've received word from Pokhran. The final countdown has begun."
Rohan nodded, his jaw tightening as he heard the words. He stood, moving to the center of the room. "How long until detonation?"
"Ten minutes, sir," Neeraj replied. "Dr. Bhabha's team is confident. All systems are functioning as expected."
"Tell them to proceed as planned. I'll be waiting for their signal," Rohan said, trying to keep his voice steady.
Pokhran Test Site — Five Minutes to Detonation
In the control bunker at Pokhran, the atmosphere had become almost unbearably tense.
The countdown was ticking down, each second seeming to stretch longer than the last. Dr. Bhabha watched the clock closely, his hands clasped behind his back.
This was it. The culmination of years of planning, of tireless work and late nights spent in the lab. Soon, India would show the world what it was capable of.
Dr. Ramanna spoke up from the control station, his voice calm but tight. "Final detonation sequence is armed. Five minutes to go."
Bhabha nodded, not taking his eyes off the clock. "Let's get ready."
Outside, the desert remained eerily still, as if nature itself was holding its breath for what was about to come.
The bomb, buried deep underground, sat silently, waiting for the final command. The engineers and scientists had run every test, checked every wire, and calculated every possible variable.
Now, all they could do was wait.
"Vikram," Bhabha called out, turning toward Sarabhai, "any last-minute concerns with radiation containment?"
Sarabhai shook his head. "None. We've accounted for every potential leak. The underground chamber is stable, and all readings are within safe limits."
Bhabha gave a small nod, grateful for the reassuring news. "Good. Then let's proceed."
The seconds ticked away, one by one, as the team in the control bunker made their final preparations.
Finally everyone face was now fixed on the clock as the last sixty seconds ticked away.
Ramanna's fingers hovered over the controls, ready to initiate the final command. Bhabha stood close by, his heart racing beneath his calm exterior.
"One minute to detonation," the technician's voice came over the intercom.
Bhabha took a slow, deep breath. This was it. After years of preparation, there was no more room for adjustments, no more time for second-guessing.
"All systems are green," Ramanna reported. "Ready for final initiation."
Bhabha gave the slightest nod. "Begin the sequence."
Ramanna keyed in the command, and the final countdown began.
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At precisely 8:00 AM, the button was pressed.
For a split second, there was nothing. The desert remained still, as though time had frozen.
Then, without warning, the earth beneath Pokhran erupted in a violent explosion. The device detonated deep underground, sending shockwaves racing through the desert.
The force of the blast shook the ground, and a blinding flash of light shot upward, briefly illuminating the sky before disappearing into a rising cloud of dust and debris.
The bomb had worked.
The implosion device compressed the plutonium core perfectly, triggering the nuclear chain reaction that unleashed a power never before seen in India.
As the dust settled, the unmistakable shape of a mushroom cloud began to form, billowing up into the sky and marking the moment that India became a nuclear power.
Inside the bunker, the team stood in stunned silence as the monitors lit up with data.
Radiation sensors confirmed that the underground containment had held, and the blast yield was consistent with their calculations approximately 20 kilotons.
Dr. Ramanna was the first to break the silence. "Detonation successful. We're reading 20 kilotons, as expected."
Bhabha let out a long breath, his eyes still locked on the monitors. "Radiation?"
"Contained," Sarabhai said, studying the readings. "Minimal fallout. The underground chamber worked perfectly."
For a moment, no one spoke. The reality of what they had just done was too overwhelming.
They had succeeded. India had successfully conducted its first nuclear test.
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Back in New Delhi, Rohan stood by the window, staring out at the rising sun.
The phone on his desk rang. Neeraj answered quickly, listening intently before turning to Rohan.
"Prime Minister, the test was a success. The bomb detonated as planned. Everything went smoothly."
Rohan closed his eyes for a brief moment, feeling the tension lift slightly. He turned back to Neeraj, his face calm but resolute.
"It's done," Rohan said quietly.
Neeraj nodded. "Yes, Prime Minister. It's done."
India had detonated its first nuclear bomb, and the world would soon know. There was no turning back now.
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63.12%A New India / Chapter 112: Rohan's Speech to the Nation
Chapter 112: Rohan's Speech to the Nation
The test was complete, the bomb had detonated, and India had stepped into a new era.
The success of the nuclear test was still going through the small circle of those who knew. The world didn't yet understand the shift in power that had just occurred.
But Rohan knew that within hours, the world would know. And now, it was time to address not just the people of India, but the entire global community.
It was a little before noon when Rohan stood at the entrance of the Lok Sabha, India's Parliament.
The halls full with anticipation, but this was not just another parliamentary session.
Rohan was about to announce the dawn of a new India, an India that would no longer be stepped aside in the global power struggles of the Cold War.
The clock struck 12:00 PM. Every eye in the chamber was fixed on Rohan as he took the podium.
This speech, delivered in the aftermath of the successful test, was more than a declaration, it was a statement of intent, not just to his country but to the entire world.
As the microphones flickered on, the cameras rolled, and the hushed murmurs of the chamber faded, Rohan began his speech.
"Honorable Speaker, respected members of this House, and my fellow citizens of India.
Today, at 8:00 AM, in the remote deserts of Pokhran, a significant event took place that will shape the destiny of our nation for generations to come. India has successfully conducted its first nuclear test, codenamed 'Shakti'. This day, February 24, 1953, will forever be etched in history as the moment India declared its rightful place among the world's great powers.
For too long, India has been seen as a passive participant in the global stage, a country that was merely emerging, rather than one that had arrived. Today, that perception changes. We have demonstrated that India is not just a country with a rich history, but a nation with an unshakable future.
This test was not conducted with malice or aggression. It was conducted with the hope that India, in possessing this power, will secure its sovereignty and ensure that it will never be threatened or undermined by foreign powers. Let me be clear, to the citizens of our country and to the global community: India does not seek war. India seeks peace, but we are also committed to our security. No nation can dictate our path or determine our destiny. This nuclear capability is a deterrent, not a tool of domination."
Rohan paused briefly, looking out at the members of the Lok Sabha, who were sitting in attentive silence.
"My fellow citizens, I know that many of you may wonder what this means for our future. India has always been a land of peace, a land of wisdom. And so, I want to assure you, this nuclear power is not a weapon of offense. It is a shield to protect the people of India. We do not believe in nuclear war, but we must have the ability to defend ourselves in this ever-changing world.
This test was a message, not just to our people, but to those who have, for years, underestimated our nation. To those who think that India can be bullied or coerced, I say this: India will not bow. India will not be dictated to. We will engage with the world on our own terms, as equals."
Rohan's voice grew stronger, his conviction clear to everyone in the room and across the nation.
He knew that his words would echo far beyond the walls of the Lok Sabha, reaching every corner of the world.
"To the nations of the world, I say this: India's pursuit of nuclear capability is not a threat to any country. We are not warmongers; we are peacemakers. But peace cannot be ensured by words alone in a world that respects power. We have seen the destruction that conflict brings, and our history shows our commitment to non-violence and diplomacy. Yet, in this modern era, we must be strong to stay free.
India will not be drawn into the arms race that has taken over the world. We will not participate in reckless competition. Our policy remains one of restraint, but make no mistake, we will not hesitate to use our strength if our sovereignty is ever threatened.
Our neighborhood is full with tension, and global alliances are shifting every day. The threat from the countries, the instability in Asia, and the unpredictable nature of global politics all mean that we cannot remain complacent. Today's success ensures that India's voice will be heard. It ensures that when we sit at the table with the great powers of the world, we will not be ignored. It ensures that our future, and the future of our children, will not be one of subjugation or fear."
Rohan glanced briefly at the notes in front of him but didn't need them. He had practiced and felt every word deeply.
"We conducted this test with responsibility, with preparation, and with a full understanding of its consequences. Let the world know that India is not a country of impulse but of careful, calculated decisions. We chose to conduct this test today, and we did so with the knowledge that it would reshape the global balance of power. This was a strategic decision, and we are ready for the consequences that follow.
To our neighbors, let me say this clearly: India has no intention of using this capability to destabilize the region. We do not seek to dominate or control others, but we will defend ourselves if provoked. We extend our hand in friendship and cooperation, as we always have, but it is a strong hand, one that is no longer defenseless.
Our nuclear capability is not a bargaining chip, nor is it a means to intimidate. It is a message, a message that India's independence and sovereignty are non-negotiable. We are prepared to stand by our values, and we are prepared to defend them."
The chamber was completely silent. Rohan's voice had captured every member of the Lok Sabha who was keenly aware that this speech would be played across every radio and written into every newspaper in the hours to come.
Rohan then turned his attention directly to the Indian people.
"My fellow citizens, this day belongs to all of you. This success is not just the result of the hard work of a few scientists or military officers. It is the culmination of the determination, the resilience, and the spirit of every Indian. Today, we stand together as one nation, united in our desire for a future that is secure and free.
We have always believed in the power of unity, in the strength of our diversity, and in the wisdom of our ancestors. And today, we add a new chapter to our history, a chapter that tells the world that India, the land of peace, wisdom, and resilience, is also the land of strength and self-reliance.
This journey has not been easy, but it has been worth it. Today, India is no longer a country on the fringes of global power. Today, we step into a new era, an era where our voice will be heard and where our sovereignty will never again be in question.
Jai Hind!"
The world would hear the message loud and clear. India has arrived.
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63.68%A New India / Chapter 113: Reaction of the world
Chapter 113: Reaction of the world
February 24, 1953, The world was ready to witness the much-anticipated French nuclear test set for February 25.
Intelligence communities were buzzing, eyes glued to France's preparations. But in the vast, quiet desert of Pokhran, India had just detonated a bomb that shaked the world.
The geopolitical landscape was unprepared for the news, leaving major powers scrambling to respond, their attention pulled sharply from France's efforts to India's sudden nuclear success.
As the news spread, governments across the globe reacted with shock and concern. India had achieved what they had all believed was years away. Now, the world had to reckon with a new nuclear power.
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Washington, D.C. - The White House Situation Room
The Situation Room in Washington was in chaos. Phones rang, advisors rushed in and out with reports in hand, and the President paced back and forth, frustration and disbelief etched across his face.
"India?" the President said, his voice rising. "How did this happen under our noses?"
CIA Director John Foster Dulles, usually a calm presence, looked shaken as he explained the oversight. "Mr. President, we were focused on France. All of our assets were watching French preparations for their test tomorrow. India's civilian nuclear program has been known for some time, but we didn't anticipate them going this far, this fast."
The President slammed his fist on the table, making the papers jump. "I can't believe we missed this. We helped them with their nuclear energy program under the assumption it was for peaceful purposes. And now, they've turned it into this, a full-fledged nuclear bomb. We need to do something, this has changed the dynamics of Asia fully. First Nepal and now this, if we let them continue no sooner will we see another superpower in Asia.
The Secretary of State, Dean Acheson, leaned forward, trying to bring calm to the room. "Mr. President, this complicates things, but it doesn't mean we've lost India. We have to think very carefully. India has been balancing between us and the Soviets. Pushing them now could drive them straight into Moscow's arms. But to counter Indian's growing Influence we can start doing something that can kill 2 bird with single stone
"and what is that?"
"Supporting pakistan, we have recieved intelligence that shows something big is about to happen in Middle East and by supporting pakistan we are not only countering India but also solidifying our position in middle East and will be able to supply and help Isreal more easily"
The President rubbed his temple "Yes this is a far better option then doing sanction because sanction will directly push them towards Soviet, a Nucelar India as Soviet ally will threaten our interest in Indian Ocean"
The Secretary of Defense, Robert Lovett, spoke up. "The test shows India is no longer just a regional player. This nuclear capability means they'll have to be treated as a global power. The balance of power in Asia just shifted."
The room fell silent as the gravity of the situation sunk in.
The President exhaled, shaking his head. "We need a statement. Something that acknowledges their right to defend themselves but makes it clear we don't support nuclear proliferation. Also put pressure on India but make sure not to overdo it, they are Nucelar power now"
"Understood," Acheson replied. "I'll draft it immediately."
As the room began to move again, the President's voice cut through the noise. "And make sure we're keeping a close eye on Moscow. If Stalin sees this as an opportunity to win India over, we need to be ready."
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Paris, Élysée Palace
The mood inside the Élysée Palace was one of shock and bitterness.
France had been ready to make a historic announcement tomorrow, expecting to bask in global attention as the newest nuclear power. But now, India had stolen it.
The French President paced angrily across his office, his aides standing nervously to the side.
"How could this happen?" the President fumed. "India has upstaged us at the very moment we were about to demonstrate our own nuclear capability!"
His defense minister spoke cautiously, trying to calm him. "Monsieur le Président, we were all focused on our own test. India's rapid development wasn't on anyone's radar, not ours, not the Americans. We underestimated their capability."
"Underestimated? We're now the second story, the afterthought!" the President shot back. "Our test was supposed to make headlines across the world, but now, now we will be following in India's footsteps. They have used us and played everyone, while everyone was focused on us they used that window to reach success"
His foreign minister stepped forward. "Monsieur, India's test may have taken us by surprise, but we must control the narrative. Tomorrow, we'll proceed with our test, but we must shift the messaging. We cannot condemn India otherwise there will be protest against us also, so what we need to do is just comment about how this situation of India must be looked carefully and what is happening in their county, with all the political instability is this a right choice?"
The President stopped pacing, considering his words. "Yes… we can't appear as though we've lost control. Issue a statement condemning India's actions, but subtly. We'll say their test could spark instability in Asia, and their political stability is something that concern us more"
He turned to his defense minister. "We go ahead with our test as planned. The world will still pay attention, and we'll make sure they remember that France is the responsible power here."
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Moscow, The Kremlin
In Moscow, the news of India's nuclear test had spread rapidly.
Stalin, already in poor health, sat in a small room surrounded by his closest advisors. His normally piercing eyes looked weary, but his mind was as sharp as ever.
Despite his declining health, Stalin saw opportunity in India's sudden rise to nuclear power.
An aide leaned over to whisper the latest update. "Comrade Stalin, India has successfully tested a nuclear device. The Americans are stunned."
Stalin's expression didn't change, but a flicker of interest passed across his face. "India has moved quickly. They have declared themselves a global power, and they did it before the Americans could respond."
The foreign minister cleared his throat. "India's relationship with the United States is already complex. This nuclear test will likely strain it further. We can use this, Comrade Stalin."
Stalin nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing as he considered the possibilities.
His voice, though weakened, was still commanding. "Let the Americans overreact. India is proud, and they won't tolerate being pushed. If they feel isolated, we offer them support."
One of Stalin's military advisors spoke up. "Their growing influence will affect our position with China as well. India's growing power will destabilize the balance in Asia."
Stalin's breath came in labored intervals, but he waved off the concern. "China has been trying to establish themselves as the leading power of Communist, I don't know what Mao think of himself that he feels he is ready to challenge us. India's rise is a challenge, but also an opportunity. Watch them carefully. If the Americans make a mistake, we step in."
His coughing fit interrupted the meeting, and an aide rushed forward with water. Stalin waved him off, his gaze still fixed on the map of Asia laid out before him.
"Keep monitoring the situation. We can turn this to our advantage."
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Beijing, Zhongnanhai
In Beijing, Chairman Mao had already been concerned about the growing tensions with India.
Their recent border disputes had escalated, especially after Nepal's merger with India, which had solidified India's power in the region and increased its strategic leverage.
Now, with India detonating a nuclear bomb, Mao's concerns had grown into something far more pressing.
"This complicates everything," Mao said, his face cold as he listened to his military advisors. "India is now a nuclear power, and they've shown it at a time when we are still still dealing with problems in Tibet and internal battles."
One of the generals leaned forward. "Chairman Mao, this changes the balance of power in Asia. India's nuclear test is not just a message to the West, it's a direct challenge to China."
Mao's eyes narrowed. "India's actions are reckless. The border disputes have already strained our relationship, and this test is meant to send a signal to us, not just the world."
The Foreign Minister stepped forward. "We must be very carefully. India's rise threatens our regional dominance, but a direct confrontation would be dangerous. The Americans and Soviets will be watching, and we cannot afford to isolate ourselves. But we cannot let India believe they can threaten us. Not to mention that if we are dealing with Internal problems they are not immune to it as well. They have suffered a lot due to cracking down on Secret societies, you can even say they have suffered the most unlike us who slowly and steadily gathered power and took control"
Mao stood, his gaze fierce. "They have made their move. Now, we must show strength. Increase our military presence along the border, but do it quietly. We will not let them forget that China is not to be intimidated."
The room fell silent as Mao paced, his mind racing. India's nuclear test had changed the game, but China would not sit idly by.
The conflict between the two nations had just entered a new, more dangerous phase.
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London, 10 Downing Street
In London, the Prime Minister sat in his office, reading through the reports that had just arrived.
India's nuclear test had taken everyone by surprise, and the British government was no exception.
For a country still working through the end of its empire, this sudden shift in power was not very comfortable for them, even if they tried to normalise relationship with India, a strong India is not what they want.
The Foreign Secretary, seated across from the Prime Minister, broke the silence. "India has just changed the course of global politics. Their test wasn't just about showing strength, it was about showing independence from us, from the Americans, from the Soviets."
The Prime Minister sighed. "We knew this day might come, but not so soon. They were part of our empire not so long ago, and now they've surpassed us in military power."
The Foreign Secretary nodded. "Yes, but we must respond carefully. If we criticize them too harshly, we risk damaging our already strained relationship with India. They've been growing closer to both Washington and Moscow, and we can't afford to push them away. But we can't let them grow this easily we must find some counter which i believe is also what Americans might be thinking."
"Okay contact the Americans on this, we both will lead operations to counter India while maintaining good relationship with them"
The Prime Minister then leaned back in his chair, considering the options.
"Also issue a statement of acknowledgment, but emphasize the importance of responsible nuclear policy. We cannot be seen as antagonistic, but we also cannot appear weak."
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1953, India has now Embarked on a Path never did it ever thought of.
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64.24%A New India / Chapter 114: Home
Chapter 114: Home
It had been a long day for Rohan. The nuclear test in Pokhran had changed everything. The world was now looking at India differently, with questions and tensions rising.
After all the speeches, the meetings, and the constant flow of information, he needed to leave it all behind for a while.
The cold air of the February night clung to Rohan as he stepped out of his car, shutting the door with a soft thud.
Looking at his house, beyond those doors, was the warmth he craved, a place where he could forget, even if just for a few hours, about the chaos that waited for him tomorrow.
And it hit him as soon as he stepped inside. The house felt alive, welcoming in a way that only home could.
The scent of dinner, the voices from the living room, the familiar sound of footsteps, it all grounded him, reminding him that there was more to life than the battles he fought outside these walls.
"Welcome home," Anjali called from the kitchen. Her voice, soft and filled with love, was like a balm to the weariness that clung to him.
Rohan smiled at the sound, the tension in his shoulders easing just a little.
He slipped off his coat, hanging it by the door, and took a deep breath.
The smell of home-cooked food filled the air, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he allowed himself to focus on something other than the world outside.
Anjali stepped out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dishcloth, her smile bright and warm as always.
"You're late again," she said, though there was no accusation in her voice, only understanding.
Rohan nodded, letting out a small sigh. "Yeah, but I'm here now."
Anjali reached up and touched his arm lightly, the simple gesture grounding him in the moment. "I made your favorite. I figured you could use something good after the week you've had."
Rohan leaned down to kiss her forehead, his smile soft. "You always know what I need," he said, his voice quiet.
Before they could talk more, the thudding of small feet came down the stairs, and in a flash, their youngest, Arjun, appeared in the hallway.
"Dad!" he yelled, his face lighting up as he ran toward Rohan.
Rohan chuckled, bending down just in time to catch his seven-year-old son as he launched himself into his arms. "Whoa, easy there, champ,"
Rohan said, lifting Arjun up as the boy grinned from ear to ear.
"I stayed awake! I didn't fall asleep this time!" Arjun announced proudly, clearly excited to be up past his bedtime.
Rohan smiled and hugged his son tightly. "I'm glad you waited. How was your day?"
"It was great! Priya helped me with my school project, and then we made cookies with Mom! It was awesome!" Arjun's excitement spilled over in his words, and Rohan couldn't help but laugh.
Just then, Priya, their thirteen-year-old daughter, appeared at the top of the stairs.
She was more composed, her growing teenage self trying to keep the excitement under wraps.
She walked down the stairs, giving her dad a small, warm smile. "Hey, Dad," she said, wrapping her arms around him in a quick hug once she reached him.
"Hey, princess," Rohan replied, smiling at her. "How was school?"
Priya shrugged, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "It's fine. Everyone's been talking about the news today, though. The test, your speech… it's kind of a big deal."
Rohan nodded, his smile fading slightly as the weariness of the day tried to creep back into his mind. "Yeah, it's been a long day."
Sensing the mood shift, Anjali stepped in. "Alright, let's save all of that for tomorrow. Tonight, we have dinner together. And no politics."
She smiled, her voice full of gentle tone, nudging them all toward the dining room.
"Right," he agreed, "I'm starving."
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Dinner was exactly what he needed. It was normal, simple, and filled with the familiar rhythm of family life.
They talked about Priya's school, Arjun's latest fascination with dinosaurs, and Anjali's plans for the weekend.
For the first time in days, Rohan wasn't thinking about international politics, nuclear fallout, or the delicate balance of power. He was just a father, sitting at the table with his family.
Arjun, never one to stay still for long, dominated the conversation, telling his dad every detail of his school project and the fun he had with Priya.
Rohan smiled and nodded, genuinely enjoying the animated way his son spoke. Priya, more reserved, talked here and there, her wit sharp and playful as she teased Arjun about his obsession with dinosaurs.
After dinner, they moved to the living room. Rohan played a board game with Arjun, who insisted on teaching his dad the rules, though he often bent them in his favor.
Priya sat nearby, reading a book, though she would glance up every now and then to correct her brother's "creative" interpretation of the game's rules.
Laughter filled the room, Rohan let himself be fully present, something that had been rare lately.
Arjun's infectious energy and Priya's growing maturity made him feel more happy.
But as the night went on, the energy began to fade. Arjun, usually full of life, started to yawn, his head resting against his dad's arm. "I'm not sleepy," he mumbled, though his eyelids were already drooping.
Anjali smiled from her spot on the couch. "I think it's time for bed, little man."
Arjun protested weakly, but Rohan was already lifting him into his arms. "Come on, champ. Let's get you to bed."
Arjun rested his head on Rohan's shoulder, already half-asleep as his dad carried him up the stairs.
Rohan felt the small weight of his son, and in that moment, he realized how much he had missed this, missed the simple, quiet moments of being a father, of just being home.
After tucking Arjun in and kissing his forehead, Rohan stepped into Priya's room to say goodnight.
She was already in bed, but she looked up with a smile as he leaned down to kiss her cheek. "Goodnight, Dad."
"Goodnight, princess," Rohan whispered, brushing a hand through her hair.
Back downstairs, the house was quiet. Anjali had dimmed the lights, leaving just the soft glow of the lamp beside the couch.
Rohan sat beside her on the couch.
Anjali leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"You're home now," she said softly, her voice filled with the calm reassurance he needed.
Rohan wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "I've missed this," he admitted quietly. "It feels like I've been running nonstop for weeks."
Anjali nodded. "I know. You've been dealing with so much. But you handled it. You've kept this country safe, and you've done it with so much strength. But you don't have to carry it alone."
Rohan sighed, resting his head against hers. "There's still so much ahead. The test today… it's only the beginning. The world is watching us, and tomorrow will bring new challenges."
Anjali tilted her head to look at him, her eyes filled with love and understanding. "You've already handled so much. And you will handle whatever comes next. But tonight, we're here. You're home."
Rohan smiled, feeling the warmth of her words settle over him like a blanket on a cold night. "I don't deserve you."
Anjali laughed softly, her voice light. "That's probably true. But you've got me anyway."
They stayed silent for a while
"It'll be tough tomorrow," Rohan said, his voice low as he stared into the soft glow of the lamp.
Anjali squeezed his hand. "It always is." Anjali said softly, her hand warm in his.
"You know," Rohan began, his voice barely above a whisper, "it's easy to forget, sometimes, why I'm doing all this. Why it matters."
Anjali looked up at him, her eyes soft. "You don't have to explain, Rohan. I know."
Rohan shook his head slightly, leaning back into the cushions. "No, I want to. There's so much pressure, so many decisions that I have to make every day. Some of them… they don't always feel right, even if I know they're necessary. But being here, with you, with the kids, it reminds me why I'm doing it. It's not just about politics. It's about protecting this, protecting our home, our family."
Anjali smiled, resting her hand on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath. "And that's why you'll always find your way, Rohan. Because you know what's truly important."
"Arjun really gave me a run for my money with that board game," Rohan chuckled, the memory of his son bending the rules bringing a smile to his face.
Anjali laughed softly. "He's competitive, just like you."
"And Priya," Rohan continued, his voice full of pride. "She's getting so smart. I can't believe how much she's growing up."
"She looks up to you, you know," Anjali said gently. "She sees the work you do, and she understands it more than you think. But at the end of the day, she just wants her dad to be there, even if it's for something as simple as dinner."
Rohan nodded. "I'll do better. I've been away too much."
As time went on Rohan and Anjali sat together for a while longer, talking softly, their conversation drifting between small memories, shared jokes, and the plans they would never have time for.
Eventually, the exhaustion of the day caught up with them. Anjali stood first, holding out her hand to Rohan. "Come on, it's time for bed. Tomorrow will come whether you're ready or not."
Rohan took her hand, rising from the couch and following her up the stairs. As they moved through the quiet house, he glanced into the kids' rooms
Arjun sprawled out across his bed, one arm still clutching his favorite stuffed dinosaur, and
Priya curled up under her blankets, her book still lying open on the bedside table. The sight filled Rohan with a deep sense of contentment.
In their bedroom, the soft light of the bedside lamp cast a warm glow, and as Rohan settled into bed beside Anjali, he let out a long, slow breath.
As he lay there, staring up at the ceiling, his mind drifted again to the challenges ahead,
Anjali shifted beside him, resting her head on his chest. "We'll be alright, Rohan. No matter what comes next."
Rohan wrapped his arm around her, feeling the steady rhythm of her breathing. "Yeah," he whispered, more to himself than to her. "We will."
Soon Rohan let his eyes close. The world outside might be waiting, with its demands and its challenges, but for tonight, there was peace. And for now, that was enough.
It was time to sleep. Tomorrow could wait.
(End of Volume 2)
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64.8%A New India / Chapter 115: National Security Guard - I
Chapter 115: National Security Guard - I
April 1953, New Delhi was experiencing a strange calm after the recent turbulence.
The purge of corrupt officials, the exposure of the Shadow's infiltration, and India's shocking nuclear test had all shifted the political landscape dramatically.
But while the streets seemed quieter Rohan knew better. He had lived through history both the history of this world and the one he had left behind in 2024.
He understood the reality of the moment better than anyone else, though he could never speak of it openly.
The reorganization of the government and military had started, but Rohan knew it was only the beginning.
Key leaders had fallen, including Amar Singh, the disgraced DGP, and President Naveen, who had quietly stepped down. New leaders were emerging from the shadows of the old regime.
Among them, Keshav Mehra, the new DGP, was rebuilding the police force from the ground up.
New political leaders like Rajesh and Pandit Nehru were taking on larger roles in the government, and the changes Rohan had envisioned were slowly taking shape.
But tonight, Rohan's mind was on the future. He had seen enough of history to know that India wasn't yet secure.
The threats that had been exposed were only part of a larger web, and he knew the country needed something new, something that could protect it from the dangers that lay ahead.
That's why he had been thinking about the creation of a specialized security force, a force from the future , a force that could protect India from both internal and external threats.
Neeraj knocked on the door before stepping in. He could tell by the look on Rohan's face that he was deep in thought.
"Sir, we've started the reorganization efforts, but there's resistance from some of the older bureaucrats. They're holding on to whatever power they can," Neeraj said as he placed a stack of reports on Rohan's desk.
Rohan nodded, unsurprised. "They'll resist for as long as they can. It's expected. But we don't have the luxury of waiting for them to get used to the changes. The country is too vulnerable right now."
Neeraj's voice lowered a bit. "There's also the issue with Nepal. The merger has been largely successful, but there are still regions resisting integration into the Indian political system. The local leaders are struggling, especially in the more remote areas."
Rohan sighed, leaning back in his chair. The merger with Nepal wasn't just about territory, it was about securing India's northern borders, especially with the growing threat of China. He had foreseen this friction from the start, but he knew that integrating Nepal into India was vital to the country's future security.
"We need to ensure that the regions in Nepal that are resisting don't feel abandoned," Rohan said.
"Send out teams regularly to check on the integration process. No region should feel like they've been left behind. If discontent grows in these areas, it'll create a breeding ground for Chinese influence."
Neeraj nodded. "I'll make sure the Nepal integration teams report every week with updates."
Rohan stood up, pacing slowly as he gathered his thoughts. "We've removed the most visible threats from the Shadow and exposed the rot that was eating away at our institutions. But we need to go further. We need something that can address these kinds of threats before they even emerge. Something more than just the police or military."
Neeraj watched Rohan carefully. "What are you thinking, sir?"
"I'm thinking about creating a specialized security force," Rohan said, his tone thoughtful but determined.
"A unit that can deal with both internal and external threats. It wouldn't be tied down by the same bureaucracy as the police or military. We need something flexible, agile, something that can act quickly before a threat can grow. A National Security Guard."
Neeraj's eyes widened slightly at the idea. "A National Security Guard? A specialized force that could handle situations like the Shadow, insurgencies, or terrorist threats?"
Rohan nodded. "Exactly. We've seen what happens when our regular police forces aren't equipped to deal with sophisticated threats. The Shadow managed to slip through because they knew how to exploit the weaknesses in our system. We can't let that happen again. And with China becoming more aggressive after the Nepal merger and the nuclear test, we need to be ready for anything."
Neeraj leaned forward, clearly intrigued. "We could pull personnel from the military, police, and intelligence agencies. With the right training, they could handle any situation, whether it's counter-terrorism, insurgencies, or intelligence gathering."
"That's the idea," Rohan said. "We need to build this from the ground up. A small, elite force. They'll need specialized training in areas like urban warfare, close combat, and counter-insurgency. And they'll need to be incorruptible."
Neeraj nodded slowly. "It's ambitious, but I think it's necessary. I'll start drafting a proposal for the NSG. We'll need to get input from the military and intelligence services."
"Good, after you draft it send me as soon as possible" Rohan said, sitting back down. "But we'll also need to keep this discreet. The last thing we need is for the public or our adversaries to know too much too soon. We'll introduce it slowly, build trust, and once we've proven its effectiveness, we can expand."
Neeraj stood up, collecting the reports he had brought. "I'll get started right away."
As Neeraj left the room, Rohan turned back to the map on the wall. He traced his fingers over the lines that marked India's borders.
He knew that the world was watching, especially after the nuclear test. France had conducted their own test the day after India, and now the international community was grappling with the idea of two new nuclear powers.
The Cold War tensions were rising, and India was now caught in the middle.
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Later that week, Rohan sat in a private meeting with Keshav, Neeraj, and a few key officials to discuss the next steps for the country's internal security.
Keshav had already begun the process of cleaning up the police forces, removing corrupt officials, and bringing in younger, more dedicated officers.
"We're making progress," Keshav said. "The old guard is resisting, but we've started promoting officers who proved their loyalty during the purge. It's slow, but we're rebuilding the trust that was lost."
Rohan nodded. "That's good, but we need to be careful. If we move too quickly, we'll create more enemies than we can handle right now. We need to show the public that we're focused on protecting them, not just consolidating power."
Keshav agreed. "And that's where the NSG will come in. We can position it as a force for protection, not control. The people need to trust that it's there to safeguard their freedoms, not take them away."
Neeraj chimed in. "We'll need strong oversight to ensure that the NSG doesn't become another tool for corruption. If we're not careful, it could backfire."
"Absolutely," Rohan said. "This force must remain accountable to the government and the people. We've seen what happens when internal security becomes a tool for oppression. We can't let that happen."
As the meeting continued, the conversation shifted toward India's external threats.
China had been growing more hostile since the nuclear test and the Nepal merger.
Tensions along the border were increasing, and Rohan knew that China saw India's growing influence in the region as a direct challenge.
"We need intelligence on China's activities along the border," Rohan said. "They've been increasing their military presence, and we know they're quietly funding groups in Nepal that oppose the merger. We can't afford to be complacent. If China destabilizes even one region in Nepal, it could create a domino effect that we won't be able to control."
Rao nodded. "I'll start deploying intelligence agents to the area, under the guise of diplomatic missions. We need to know what China is planning."
"We also need to strengthen our diplomatic ties in the region," K.P. Minister of External Affairs, added. "Countries like Indonesia, Egypt, and others are key to maintaining our independence in this Cold War. If we can build a coalition of non-aligned nations, we'll have more leverage."
Rohan agreed. "We need allies, but we have to be careful. We can't appear to be siding with either the Soviets or the Americans. Our strength lies in our neutrality."
After discussing more on the details, meeting ended and everyone slowly left but Rohan sat back in his chair, his mind still turning over the many challenges ahead.
The creation of the NSG would be a critical part of India's security strategy, but there was much more to be done.
Yet he felt confident because he had come from a future where the world had changed in ways most people couldn't even imagine.
He knew what needed to be done to ensure that India was prepared for whatever came next.
The seeds of the NSG had been planted, and soon, the force would take shape. But it wasn't just about creating a new security force, it was about building a stronger, more resilient India.
One that could withstand the pressures of the Cold War, the rise of China, and the internal threats that had nearly torn the country apart.
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65.36%A New India / Chapter 116: National Security Guard - II
Chapter 116: National Security Guard - II
The next morning, Rohan sat at his desk, the early light filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Neeraj entered, his expression calm but focused, as always.
"Sir, we've received word from our contacts in Nepal. They've noticed an uptick in Chinese-backed activities in the border regions," Neeraj reported, handing Rohan a detailed briefing.
Rohan read the papers quickly, his face tightening as he absorbed the information. "I expected this. China's going to push us, test how far we'll let them go. We need to respond, but subtly. If we overreact, we'll give them exactly what they want."
Neeraj nodded. "I've spoken with our intelligence teams. We're keeping a close watch, but we'll handle it quietly. No public moves until absolutely necessary."
"Good," Rohan said, setting the report down. "The last thing we need is an international incident before we're ready."
Just as he finished speaking, Keshav Mehra entered the room, his face showing the seriousness of the situation.
"Prime Minister, we've begun the first phase of training for the officers who will eventually form the core of the National Security Guard. The military is on board, and we've selected our top men from the police and intelligence agencies. They're undergoing specialized training in counter-terrorism and intelligence gathering," Keshav reported.
Rohan leaned forward, his attention fully on Keshav. "And how's it progressing? Any pushback from the military?"
Keshav shook his head. "None so far. We've kept it discreet, as you requested. The men are fully aware that they're part of something new, something important. Morale is high."
Rohan smiled, just a hint of satisfaction showing. "Good. This has to be done carefully. We're laying the foundation for something that will protect this country for generations. We can't afford to make any mistakes."
As soon as he finished speaking, Atma entered the room with a classified file in his hand
"Sir, We've had reports of increased arms smuggling along the eastern borders. It's possible that these shipments are connected to local insurgent groups, or worse, being funneled to destabilize our presence in Nepal."
Rohan's face darkened. "We can't let this get out of control. I want a full investigation into this. Use the best agents we have, and if necessary, pull resources from the military intelligence. We need to cut off these supply lines before they turn into a bigger threat."
Atma responded quickly, "I'll take care of it."
Rohan paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts before speaking again. "We're walking a fine line here. On one side, we have China testing us, probing for weaknesses. On the other side, we have insurgent groups looking for any opportunity to strike at us. And then there's the international community, waiting for us to make a mistake."
Neeraj added, "The Soviets and Americans are watching too. They're waiting to see how we handle ourselves. One wrong step, and they'll either try to pull us into their fold or use our mistakes to their advantage."
Rohan nodded, his mind racing. "That's why we need the NSG. Not just to deal with internal threats, but to ensure that we have a force ready to respond to external pressures without relying too heavily on the military."
He looked out of the window, his thoughts traveling far beyond the borders of India.
He could almost see the future, the rising tensions between China and India, the inevitable conflicts that would come if they didn't strengthen their position now.
"Every move we make from now on has to be deliberate," Rohan continued.
"We're being watched closely. We need to show strength, but not aggression. We need to show that we're prepared, but not provoke unnecessary conflict. This is a chess game, and right now, we're setting up our pieces."
Neeraj, leaned in. "We've been speaking with some of the new leaders about this, making sure they understand the situation. They're eager to prove themselves."
Rohan glanced at Neeraj, grateful for his efforts. "The new generation is going to be key to all of this. They're not hold down by the old ways of thinking. We need their energy, their drive."
Atma stood up, preparing to leave the room. "I'll keep you updated on the arms smuggling investigation. We'll nip this in the bud."
With Atma, Keshav also took his leave and left the room,
Neeraj looked thoughtful for a moment. "There's a lot of chatter in the diplomatic circles. Some countries are wary, others are reaching out quietly, trying to figure out where we stand. They want to know what our next move is."
Rohan stood up, walking over to the window. The city stretched out before him, bustling with life, unaware of the monumental shifts happening behind the scenes.
"We'll stay the course," Rohan said, his voice calm but firm. "We won't rush into any alliances. The non-aligned movement is our path forward. We need to show the world that India is not going to be a pawn in the Cold War. We're our own nation, and we'll stand on our own terms."
Neeraj nodded, his respect for Rohan clear. "Understood. I'll make sure the message gets across."
As the day went on, the work never stopped. Rohan was in and out of meetings, discussing everything from economic policies to military strategies.
A soft knock on the door in evening broke his concentration during which he was reading a classified report given to him by a committee Rohan formed secretly.
Though the file was not visible but 2 words were visible from the document, Siachen Glacier.
Rohan closed the file and placed it inside the desk as Neeraj stepped in once holding a small folder.
"Sir, I thought you'd want to see this before the day ends. It's the initial draft of the National Security Guard proposal," Neeraj said, handing over the folder.
Rohan opened it, scanning the pages. He smiled slightly. It was starting to come together.
"Good work, Neeraj," Rohan said, closing the folder. "This is just the beginning."
Neeraj gave a respectful nod. "It's all thanks to your vision, sir."
Rohan stood up, walking around the desk and clasping Neeraj's shoulder. "It's not just my vision. It's our future."
As Neeraj left the room, Rohan sat back down, looking at the folder once again. The creation of the NSG, and the strengthening of India's borders, it was all falling into place.
He had the advantage of foresight, and he intended to use it.
The battle for India's future had begun, and with the right steps, Rohan knew they would win.
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65.92%A New India / Chapter 117: National Security Guard - III
Chapter 117: National Security Guard - III
Rohan sat in his office, deep in thought. Neeraj had provided him with a solid framework for the National Security Guard (NSG)
But Rohan knew it could be more. His knowledge of future conflicts,terrorism, cyber warfare, insurgencies gave him a unique understanding.
The NSG had to be more than just an elite force, it had to anticipate the evolution of threats and act decisively before they escalated.
Rohan spent hours refining the framework, detailing a structure that could stand the test of time.
By noon, he was ready. He knew India needed a force that could handle everything from internal terrorism to external sabotage, one that would stand resilient against the world's growing dangers.
In the afternoon, Rohan gathered the core team involved in the NSG's creation: Neeraj, Keshav Mehra (DGP), Rao (R&AW Chief), Atma Jayram (IB Chief), and Colonel Arvind Singh, the man chosen to lead the NSG.
Colonel Singh, a decorated officer would be responsible for transforming this vision into reality.
Rohan began the meeting, not wasting any time. "Gentleman, The structure Neeraj outlined was strong, but I've made adjustments to ensure we're not just reacting to threats but preparing for them."
He passed each of them a copy of the revised framework. "This," Rohan continued, "is the NSG as it should be, flexible, fast, and efficient. We're not just creating an anti-terror force. This will be a multi-targeted group capable of handling everything from hostage crises to intelligence-led operations."
Rohan paused and the continued
"The NSG will be divided into specialized units, each focusing on a specific area of expertise. First, we have the Special Action Group, or SAG. These will be our elite operatives, drawn from the military, police, and intelligence agencies. They'll focus on high-risk counter-terrorism operations, such as hostage rescues, bomb threats, and direct action missions."
Colonel Singh, experienced in training elite soldiers, nodded again. "We'll need a rigorous selection process. The men in SAG will have to be trained to withstand extreme pressure both mentally and physically."
"That's exactly what I'm counting on," Rohan replied. "Their training will be unlike anything we've done before urban warfare, close-quarters combat, anti-hijacking tactics, all at the highest level. They'll be our rapid deployment team, the first ones to act in the face of immediate threats."
Neeraj added, "And they'll need the best equipment and technology. If they're to act quickly and decisively, outdated equipment won't cut it."
Rohan nodded. "They'll get the latest in everything, communications, weapons, protective gear. I'll ensure the funding comes through defense allocations, but we'll keep it discreet for now. SAG will be the backbone of the NSG."
Neeraj, flipping through the document, added, "You've also expanded the role of the Special Ranger Groups. What's their scope?"
Rohan pointed to the section. "The Special Ranger Groups, or SRGs, will handle logistics, intelligence support, and tactical coordination. They'll work closely with both R&AW and IB to ensure that SAG has all the real-time intelligence and operational support they need. Without the SRGs, we risk gaps in communication or supply lines, which we can't afford."
Atma Jayram leaned back, thinking about past intelligence failures. "This integration will be key. We've lost time in the past because intelligence didn't reach the field teams fast enough. With SRGs within the NSG, that won't happen again."
Rao added, "We'll need to set up secure communication channels between R&AW, IB and the NSG. Real-time intelligence is crucial. We'll build new protocols to ensure that information flows directly to the command center during operations."
Rohan, seeing that everyone was able to understand the new domain of security continued.
"The SRGs will be the bridge between our intelligence services and the field teams. They'll also handle surveillance, cyber operations, and predictive intelligence, anticipating threats before they even materialize."
Neeraj, still reviewing the plans, raised another point. "You've included a Rapid Response Unit as well. Can you explain their role in this?"
Rohan's expression grew serious. "The Rapid Response Unit will be a smaller, more mobile force. Their job will be to stabilize the situation within minutes of a threat emerging. We can't always wait for a full-scale operation to be planned. This team will act as the first line of defense, containing the situation until SAG can arrive to neutralize the threat."
Colonel Singh smiled slightly. "That's a smart move. We can't afford to lose time in the critical moments after an incident starts. A quick, highly mobile unit will save lives."
Rohan agreed. "They'll be trained for immediate deployment, capable of handling the chaos of an emerging situation before it spirals out of control."
Atma Jayram added, "We'll also need a dedicated bomb disposal and explosives unit."
Rohan nodded. "We'll have a specialized team for bomb disposal and handling explosives. Their training will focus on neutralizing high-risk scenarios like planted bombs or suicide bombers. We can't leave any gaps in our ability to respond."
Rao, finally asked, "How do we handle recruitment? We can't just pull from the usual channels. Though I am under the impression that a new wave of officers are being trained to form the core of NSG but we need people who understand this new approach to security."
Colonel Singh answered confidently. "I'll oversee recruitment personally. We'll take experienced personnel from the military, police, and intelligence services, but we'll also need specialists in cyber warfare, communications, and logistics. We'll keep the group small at first, building the foundation before expanding."
Rohan agreed. "This needs to stay quiet for now. We'll begin recruitment immediately, after the first wave of officers are trained but no public announcements. The NSG won't go public until we're ready, and by that time, I want it fully operational."
Neeraj closed the document and looked at Rohan. "What you've outlined here will change how we respond to threats. It's not just an elite unit, it's an integrated force, ready for anything."
Rohan's tone was firm. "That's exactly the point. The threats we face now are different from the ones we'll face in the future. We can't afford to build a force that reacts. We need one that's always ready, one that anticipates what's coming. The NSG will be the shield that protects India from everything, seen and unseen."
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66.48%A New India / Chapter 118: National Security Guard - IV
Chapter 118: National Security Guard - IV