Chapter 146: Soldiers on the Edge
The cold breeze swept across the India-Pakistan border, making the soldiers shiver under their fatigues.
It was winter, but the air felt more colder the it should have been.
Still, no one complained.
Complaints were a luxury no one could afford now. They are soilders who have been trained to perform in situation like this but sometimes you must know the reason to fight for life and death.
But still every man, every officer along the border knew that the stakes were higher than they had ever been.
Even higher than the last war.
The mobilization had begun a few days ago, but its effects were already being felt deeply on both sides.
Convoys of military trucks, heavy artillery, and tanks had rolled in from across the country.
Soldiers were setting up camp, digging trenches, and preparing for something they all felt in their bones but couldn't quite explain. It wasn't like before.
There was an unspoken understanding that this time was different. This time, something big was coming.
Captain Arjun Malik stood just outside his tent, his breath visible in the cold night air.
His eyes scanned the makeshift camp that had sprung up near the Rajasthan border.
Men were moving in quiet coordination, setting up sandbags, checking their weapons, and exchanging muted conversations.
They were trying to act like it was just another day, but Arjun could sense the unease beneath their working.
No one understood anything
He felt the same unease.
Beside him, Lieutenant Ravi, his closest friend and comrade, stood with a cigarette dangling between his fingers.
The smoke curled lazily upward, blending into the night.
"You ever seen anything like this before?" Ravi asked, his voice low, almost lost in the wind.
Arjun shook his head, still staring out at his men. "No. Never this big, never this fast. It feels like we're waiting for something… but no one knows what."
Ravi took a drag from his cigarette, letting the silence hang between them for a moment. "Command's keeping things tight. No one's saying much, but I've heard rumors."
Arjun glanced at him. "What kind of rumors?"
Ravi shrugged, his face half-lit by the glow of the cigarette. "Something about Pakistan... maybe something regarding I don't know man. It's too confusing and draining trying to understand anything recently."
Arjun frowned. He had heard some whispers from other officers as well, but no one seemed to know for sure.
And if there was any truth to those whisper, command wasn't about to share that kind of information with men like him.
But it didn't matter, he knew enough.
Pakistan wasn't mobilizing for nothing.
And if both sides were gearing up like this, something was definitely on the horizon.
"Whatever it is, we're not here to guess," Arjun finally said, his tone sharpening. "We're here to be ready."
Ravi nodded, flicking the cigarette to the ground and stamping it out.
"Yeah, but it's hard not to wonder what's really going on. The men are talking, you know. Everyone feels it."
Arjun sighed. "I know. I feel it too."
Just then, Private Singh, one of the younger soldiers in Arjun's unit, jogged over.
His helmet was too big for his head, and his hands were jittery, betraying his nerves.
"Captain, sir," Singh began, his voice shaking slightly. "Do you... do you think it's going to happen? You know... war?"
Arjun looked at the young soldier, his face a mix of fear and curiosity.
It was the question everyone had on their minds, but most were too afraid to ask. Singh, however, was too green to know better.
"We don't know yet, Singh," Arjun said calmly, trying to keep his voice steady. "But our job isn't to worry about that. Our job is to be ready, no matter what happens."
Singh nodded, though the tension in his shoulders didn't ease. "Yes, sir. But... if it does happen, do you think we'll—"
"Singh," Ravi interrupted, his tone softer than usual. "Focus on what's in front of you. There's no point thinking too far ahead. We do what we're trained to do."
Singh swallowed hard, then nodded again before walking back to his post.
Ravi sighed. "These kids... they're not ready for this."
Arjun watched Singh walk away, his shoulders slumped for he was once one of them, Innocent soul not tainted by death
"No one ever is."
On the Pakistani side, the mood was just as tense.
Soldiers were setting up positions, their breath visible in the cold night as they moved around, preparing their defenses.
Near Lahore, Brigadier Khalid Khan paced in his tent, deep in thought.
He knew why the mobilization had been ordered.
Unlike his men, who were operating on little more than whispers and rumors.
Khalid had been briefed on the full extent of what was at stake.
It wasn't just about India's troop movements or border skirmishes.
It was about something far more dangerous, something hidden deep in Chagai Hills.
Pakistan's nuclear ambitions had long been a secret, but secrets didn't stay buried forever. India had likely learned something, and now they were responding.
He rubbed his temples, trying to push away the thoughts of what could come next.
War wasn't just an option, it was a coming reality.
Outside his tent, Major Javed, one of his most trusted officers, approached.
He looked weary, his uniform dusty from the day's movements.
"Sir, the men are in position," Javed said, saluting briefly. "But they're getting restless. There's talk in the camp about why we've been moved out here so suddenly."
Khalid nodded. "They're right to wonder. But it's not their job to know everything. It's their job to be prepared."
Javed hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Do you think India knows about Chagai?"
Khalid's eyes narrowed. "I think they know enough. And if they make a move, it'll be to stop us before we finish what we've started."
Javed clenched his jaw, the implications sinking in. "Should we be expecting an attack?"
Khalid shook his head. "We don't know yet. But we need to be ready. And we need to keep the men focused. Tell them to stay sharp. No one breaks rank, no one loses their nerve."
"Yes, sir," Javed replied, saluting again before heading back out into the camp.
Khalid watched him go, then stepped outside into the cold night air.
His soldiers were gathered around small fires, their faces tense, their voices hushed.
Like Arjun's men on the Indian side, they were waiting, wondering, trying to make sense of what was happening around them.
But Khalid knew the truth, knew how fragile this situation was.
If India made a move, everything could go out of control.
And the nuclear project? It was too far along to stop now.
He walked over to one of the fires where Hassan, a seasoned soldier, sat with his squad.
"Brigadier," Hassan said, standing up and saluting as Khalid approached.
"At ease," Khalid said, waving him down. "How's the squad holding up?"
Hassan glanced at his men, then back at Khalid. "We're ready, sir. But the men... they're on edge. They don't know why we're out here like this."
Khalid sighed, looking into the flames. "They don't need to know everything, Hassan. Just tell them to stay focused. If the time comes, we'll need everyone ready to act."
Hassan nodded, though his eyes lingered on Khalid for a moment, as if searching for more.
But Khalid offered nothing more.
As Khalid walked away, Hassan sat back down, staring at the fire in silence.
Back on the Indian side, Arjun's unit had settled into the tense rhythm of waiting. Soldiers sat in small groups, cleaning their rifles, checking their gear, but the usual chatter had been replaced by a heavy silence.
Arjun and Ravi stood near the edge of the camp, watching the horizon.
"They're probably doing the same thing over there," Ravi muttered, his eyes scanning the distant lights of the Pakistani camp.
"Sitting around, wondering what the hell we're all doing here."
Arjun nodded. "Yeah. And they're just as nervous as we are."
Ravi kicked at the dirt, frustration creeping into his voice. "Feels like we're waiting for something we can't stop."
Arjun turned to him, his expression serious. "That's because we are. But whatever happens, we've trained for this. We'll handle it."
Ravi didn't say anything, but his silence said enough.
He was just as ready as Arjun, but that didn't stop the nagging feeling in his gut, the feeling that this wasn't going to end well.
As the night went on, both Indian and Pakistani forces remained on high alert, their soldiers standing at the ready, their nerves tensed by the silence and the unknown.
Along the border, the tension crackled like electricity in the air, everyone waiting for the next move, the next order, the next sign of what was to come.
But for now, all they could do was wait.
And hope that when the storm finally broke, they'd still be standing.
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82.68%A New India / Chapter 147: A Battle of Intelligence
Chapter 147: A Battle of Intelligence
The world was watching.
From Washington to Beijing, the sudden and massive mobilization along the India-Pakistan border sent shockwaves through intelligence agencies, diplomatic circles, and military command centers.
This wasn't just another border skirmish between two rival nations.
The scale of the deployment had caught everyone off guard, and it wasn't long before the alarms were raised.
In Langley, Virginia, the headquarters of the CIA, the analysts were working overtime.
The tension was high in the operations room as reports flowed in from satellite imagery, field agents, and informants in South Asia.
The Americans were scrambling to piece together the puzzle, but something was missing.
Why was India moving so quickly? What did they know that the rest of the world didn't?
The most troubling question, Did India discover Pakistan's nuclear ambitions in Chagai Hills?
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In a windowless room deep inside the CIA, James Warren, the agency's South Asia desk officer, was reviewing images.
His eyes were tired, but his focus was unwavering.
The images showed what was now obvious, India was moving its military into position along the border.
Tank divisions, artillery units, air support it was a full-scale mobilization.
"Jesus," Warren muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes. "What the hell are they doing?"
He picked up the phone, dialing his superior, David Collins, the station chief for South Asia operations.
"Collins," came the gruff voice on the other end.
"Sir, have you seen the latest imagery? India's moving their entire Western Command toward the border. This isn't a drill. Something's happening."
There was a pause on the line. Collins knew exactly what Warren was referring to, but he didn't have the answers.
Not yet.
"I've seen it," Collins finally replied. "But we still don't know why. The Indian government's been tight-lipped, and our assets in Delhi haven't reported anything concrete."
Warren leaned back in his chair, frustration gnawing at him. "It's not just a military flex. It feels too coordinated, too deliberate. I'm starting to wonder if they've discovered something. We've had whispers about Pakistan's project in Chagai Hills, but nothing we can pin down. Do you think India knows?"
Collins didn't respond right away. He was thinking the same thing but didn't want to say it out loud.
The possibility that India had discovered Pakistan's nuclear ambitions would explain the mobilization.
If that were true, the stakes were much higher than anyone had realized.
"We need more intel," Collins said firmly. "Activate our local assets. Get everyone on this. I want to know if India has gotten wind of Pakistan's nuclear program. And if they have, we need to know how far along Pakistan is."
Warren nodded, though Collins couldn't see it. "Already on it. I'll get in touch with our field agents."
"Good. And keep me updated. This could get out of hand fast."
Warren hung up the phone and immediately began typing a series of encrypted messages to the agency's operatives in Delhi, Islamabad, and Balochistan.
The CIA needed information, and they needed it quickly.
There wasn't time to wait for the politicians to figure things out.
This was a race against the clock, and right now, India and Pakistan were the only ones with a head start.
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In Beijing, the lights burned late at the Ministry of State Security (MSS).
The Chinese government had been caught off guard by the sudden military buildup, and the feeling of unease had quickly spread through the upper echelons of leadership.
China had prided itself on knowing what was happening in its neighborhood, but the speed and scale of India's mobilization had left Beijing blindsided.
Inside a conference room, a group of high-ranking intelligence officers sat around a table.
On the wall, a map of South Asia was shown with red markers showing the locations of India's troop deployments.
Li Jun, the senior intelligence officer overseeing the region, leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table, his expression grim.
"This... this doesn't make sense," Li muttered, his eyes fixed on the map.
"India's never mobilized on this scale without some kind of provocation."
Across the table, Zhang Wei, Li's deputy, nodded. "Our sources in Islamabad haven't reported any major incidents. No border skirmishes, no airspace violations. It's like India's moving its entire army to the border for no reason."
Li shook his head, his fingers tapping the table in frustration. "There's always a reason. We're just not seeing it yet."
Zhang hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Do we have anything from our contacts in Pakistan? Have they indicated any internal issues, maybe something we haven't seen yet?"
Li sighed. "Nothing concrete. Pakistan's been relatively quiet on their end. If this was just a military exercise, they wouldn't be responding like this."
"Then what?" Zhang asked, his voice laced with confusion. "What the hell is India up to?"
Li didn't answer immediately. His mind was racing, running through all the possible scenarios, trying to connect the dots.
India wasn't acting like a country preparing for a border skirmish.
They were mobilizing for something much larger, something that had rattled the highest levels of government.
"Activate our full network in Islamabad," Li finally said, his voice low and determined. "I want every agent, every asset on this. And get someone close to the Pakistani military leadership. We need to know what's driving their response."
Zhang nodded, quickly leaving the room to relay the orders.
As Li stared at the map of the border.
He leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. "What aren't we seeing?"
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Back in Washington, the U.S. State Department had been blindsided by the sudden escalation.
The usual diplomatic channels were buzzing with frantic messages as officials tried to get a handle on the situation.
In a large, brightly lit room in the Pentagon, a group of top military and intelligence officials were gathered for an emergency briefing.
The Secretary of Defense, James Gordon, stood at the head of the room, a map of South Asia displayed on the screen behind him.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen," Gordon began, his tone serious,
"we've got a situation brewing between India and Pakistan, and it's escalating fast. As you all know, both countries have mobilized their forces along the border, and we've seen significant movement of troops, tanks, and aircraft. This isn't a border skirmish."
The room was silent as everyone digested the information.
General Mark Reynolds, the head of U.S. Central Command, spoke up. "Any word from our intelligence assets on the ground? Do we know why they're mobilizing so suddenly?"
Gordon shook his head. "Not yet. The CIA is working on it, but so far, we don't have anything concrete. We're trying to determine if this is related to Pakistan's nuclear program, but we don't have confirmation."
Reynolds frowned. "If it is, this could go out of control fast. This will damage our reputation and give India and our enemy leverage over us"
At that moment, Jack Hayes, a senior analyst from the CIA, entered the room, looking slightly out of breath.
"Secretary Gordon, General Reynolds," Hayes began, nodding to both men. "We've just received some preliminary intel from our contacts in Islamabad. It's not confirmed, but there are indications that India may have learned something about Pakistan's activities in Balochistan. Specifically, Chagai Hills."
The room tensed. Chagai Hills was known to be the focal point of Pakistan's nuclear project, though the full extent of their progress had been kept tightly under wraps.
"If that's true," Reynolds said, his voice low, "then this isn't just a military standoff. India might be preparing to neutralize Pakistan's nuclear capabilities before they can fully develop them."
Gordon's expression darkened. "We need more information. Hayes, get the CIA to double down on gathering intel. We can't afford to sit in the dark on this one. And get in touch with our counterparts in India. We need to know if they're planning anything more than just a show of force."
Hayes nodded, already reaching for his phone as he left the room.
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Back in India, Prime Minister Rohan sat in his office, staring at the map of the India-Pakistan border that had been laid out in front of him.
The mobilization was well underway, and reports were coming in from the ground that Indian troops were in position.
But he knew that the rest of the world was watching, and that this was no longer just a regional issue.
The Americans, the Chinese, even the Russians, they were all paying close attention to what was happening along the border.
They were all wondering the same thing
What does India know?
K.N. Rao, entered the room, his face grim.
"Sir we've just received word from one of our field agents," Rao began, his voice low. "The Americans have activated their intelligence networks in the region. They're trying to figure out if we've discovered Pakistan's nuclear program."
Rohan sighed, rubbing his temples. "Of course they are. They won't sit back while two nuclear powers stand on the edge of war."
Rao nodded. "The Chinese are also watching closely."
Rohan leaned back in his chair, then looked at Rao. "Is everything ready?"
Rao looked at Rohan with tense look
"Sir few days more and then everything will be ready for your order"
"Good"
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83.24%A New India / Chapter 148: KGB & MI6
Chapter 148: KGB & MI6
The global intelligence community was scrambling to piece together the truth.
Yet, for now, the nuclear ambitions of Pakistan remained a well-guarded secret known only to the CIA, R&AW, and ISI.
In both Moscow and London, however, the situation was more confusing.
The KGB and MI6 knew something was off, but they didn't have the full picture.
The speed of India's mobilization, combined with Pakistan's defensive posturing, hinted at a far deeper game being played, a game that neither agency was prepared for.
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KGB Headquarters, Moscow
The cold winter wind outside did little to cool the rising tension within the halls of the KGB.
The Cold War with all its problem and issues create a situation where any major shift in South Asia could tip the balance of power in a region that both the Soviets and the Americans had been vying for influence.
It was, after all, about keeping everyone within reach and in check.
Colonel Sergei Ivanov, one of the KGB's senior officers, stood by the window of his office, looking out at the Moscow skyline, deep in thought.
The latest reports from the Soviet embassy in Islamabad were troubling.
India's massive military mobilization was a clear sign that something was brewing, but the silence from both the Indian and Pakistani governments was more troubling still.
Behind him, Dmitri, one of Ivanov's junior officers, entered the room with a thick folder under his arm.
He placed it on Ivanov's desk without a word, waiting for instructions.
Ivanov finally turned around, eyeing the folder. "What do we know?"
Dmitri moved uneasily, glancing at the file. "Not much more than we did yesterday, Colonel. The Americans are just as in the dark as we are but we think there is something fishy with the way Americans are reacting and the Chinese are scrambling to figure out India's motives."
"We're missing something," Ivanov muttered under his breath, pacing the room. "India doesn't move like this unless they've discovered something serious."
Dmitri nodded, flipping through the latest reports. "Pakistan is reacting defensively. They're clearly scrambling to respond to India's movements, but it doesn't seem like they're initiating anything aggressive. If India is pushing this hard, they must know something we don't."
"Have we heard anything from our sources in Islamabad?" Ivanov asked sharply.
Dmitri hesitated. "Nothing substantial, sir. The ISI is keeping a tight lid on things. Our assets on the ground have noticed an increase in military activity, but beyond that, there's little information."
Ivanov slammed his fist on the table, frustration boiling over. "This isn't just a border dispute. There's more to it. India wouldn't mobilize this quickly for a simple show of force. What are they hiding?"
Dmitri took a deep breath, steadying himself. "We have some chatter from the Americans. The CIA seems to be increasing its presence in the region."
Ivanov stopped pacing and turned to face his subordinate. "The Americans might know what's happening, but they're digging for more answers. That's all I need to know. Activate our high-level contacts in both Delhi and Islamabad. We need more intelligence. If the CIA is moving, we need to stay ahead of them."
"Understood, Colonel," Dmitri replied, quickly gathering his files and heading out of the room.
Ivanov returned his gaze to the map on the wall, his eyes tracing the movements of both India and Pakistan.
The world didn't know it yet, but something far more dangerous than a simple border skirmish was brewing.
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MI6 Headquarters, London
In London, the situation was equally tense.
The British government had maintained a careful watch on South Asia ever since the end of the British Raj, and now it seemed that the region was on the verge of a catastrophic conflict.
Inside the offices of MI6, Graham Burton sat at the head of a long table, his fingers drumming against the polished wood as he listened to his top analysts.
"We've confirmed that India's mobilization is far more coordinated than usual," Eleanor Clarke, one of MI6's lead analysts, said, adjusting her glasses.
"It's still unclear, sir. India's mobilization was fast and coordinated, which suggests they're reacting to something specific. But we don't have any hard evidence of what that 'something' is."
Burton frowned. "What about our assets in Islamabad? Have they reported anything unusual?"
Clarke hesitated. "We've had some chatter, but nothing concrete. Pakistan's military is reacting, but from what we can tell, they're being defensive. If there's something more going on, it's being kept at the highest levels."
Burton rubbed his temples, deep in thought. "And India? Any indication from our sources in Delhi about their motivations?"
Clarke shook her head. "No, sir. Our contacts within the Indian government are as tight-lipped as ever. Whatever's driving this mobilization, it's being kept under wraps. But if I had to guess... it might be nuclear."
Burton's eyes widened slightly. "Nuclear?"
Clarke nodded. "There's been talk of Pakistan developing nuclear capabilities after India test, but nothing concrete. If India's learned that Pakistan is closer to achieving that goal, it would explain why they've moved so quickly. They could be preparing for a preemptive strike."
Burton's expression darkened. "Bloody hell. If this turns into a nuclear standoff, the entire region could go up in flames."
"We've got operatives in Islamabad and Delhi working on it as we speak," Clarke added.
Burton sighed heavily. "The Americans are moving fast. The CIA is sniffing around, and that means they suspect something serious. Have we heard anything from our assets in Delhi?"
Clarke flipped through a few more papers before responding. "They're being unusually tight-lipped. Even our most trusted contacts aren't providing much information. The Indian government is keeping this very close to the chest."
Burton rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of the uncertainty. "Keep pressing. We need more intel. If India is preparing for a preemptive strike on Pakistan's nuclear assets, the entire region could go up in flames. And we won't be caught flat-footed."
Clarke nodded, gathering her notes and leaving the room.
Burton sat alone for a moment longer, staring at the map of South Asia pinned to the wall.
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After days of strategic operations and tracking Pakistan's every move, K.N. Rao knew that his team was closing in on the final pieces of the puzzle.
They had captured a high-ranking ISI agent who had been lurking too close to sensitive Indian installations, and now it was time to break him.
In a dimly lit interrogation room, Ajay Singh, one of R&AW's top field agents, stood across from the Pakistani operative.
The man had been through hours of grueling questioning, his face swollen and bruised. But he had yet to give up the most important information.
Ajay leaned forward, his voice calm but menacing. "We know about Chagai Hills. We know about the project. What we don't know is who's behind it. And that's what you're going to tell us."
The agent, slumped in the chair, glared up at Ajay through half-closed eyes. "I'll tell you nothing."
Ajay sighed, nodding to one of the guards in the room.
Without hesitation, the guard grabbed the agent's hand and twisted it backward, the sickening sound of bones cracking echoing through the small room.
The man's scream filled the air, but Ajay remained unmoved.
"You can either tell us now," Ajay said softly, "or we can keep going. But you will give me the names."
The agent gasped for breath, his chest heaving. For a moment, it seemed like he might hold out.
But then his will crumbled.
"Qadeer... Qadeer Khan," the agent rasped, his voice barely audible. "He's leading it. Him... and others. Scientists... they're... they're protected by the ISI. Deep... deep in Chagai."
Ajay's eyes narrowed. "Give me the rest. Who else is involved?"
The agent swallowed hard, his face pale. "There's a team. A small team. Engineers, technicians... but Qadeer is the key. He's the one you want."
Ajay stood up, satisfied. "Thank you for your cooperation."
He nodded to the guards, who dragged the agent out of the room.
Ajay immediately dialing a secure line. K.N. Rao answered after the second ring.
"Sir, we have it," Ajay said. "Qadeer Khan. He's leading the nuclear project in Chagai Hills. And there's a small team working with him, all protected by ISI."
Rao was silent for a moment, digesting the information. "Good work, Ajay. Prepare the full report. I'll be briefing the Prime Minister immediately."
Later that night, Rao stood in Prime Minister Rohan's office.
Rohan's face was tense as he flipped through the detailed report.
"Qadeer Khan," Rohan muttered, shaking his head. "So it's true. We have all the names we need Rao"
"Yes, sir," Rao confirmed. "Not only names, we have everything we need
Rohan looked up, his eyes hard. "We cannot allow anything to happen Rao, even though we will be criticized and even worse sanctioned upon but this plan will succeed"
Rao nodded solemnly. "We're prepared and ready sir, all we need is your clearance and order to clear everything"
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83.79%A New India / Chapter 149: Destroyed
Chapter 149: Destroyed
3 days later Rohan sat across from the American Ambassador, his eyes sharp and focused.
The had been weeks of tension between India and Pakistan, has finally made USA approach India because they themselves know what is going on.
"Prime Minister," the ambassador began, leaning forward, "Washington is concerned. The scale of your mobilization along the border with Pakistan, it's too large to be a mere exercise. You know how this looks. The White House needs assurances that this situation isn't going to escalate."
Rohan smiled,a calm, collected smile that betrayed nothing but deep down he was cursing the hypocrisy of America.
"I understand your concerns, Ambassador, and I appreciate your government's focus on stability in the region. Rest assured, this is a defensive measure."
The ambassador gave a measured nod, but his tone remained firm.
"Defensive? Prime Minister, we've seen your tank divisions move closer to the border, and the deployment of your air force doesn't suggest you're simply defending your territory. There's real fear in Washington that this could turn into a full-blown conflict."
Rohan leaned back slightly, resting his elbows on the armrest of his chair, the mysterious smile never leaving his face.
"You've always understood India's right to self-defense, Ambassador. And right now, we have reason to believe that our security is under threat. But I can assure you, this is not about starting a war."
The American ambassador tilted his head, trying to gather as much information as possible.
"A threat? Can you clarify that? Washington is committed to keeping the peace, but this mobilization, it's triggering concerns that something bigger is at play."
Rohan didn't answer immediately, his eyes shifting to the large window and inside the room, the atmosphere suddenly became tense, almost suffocating.
He finally turned back to the ambassador and said, "There are things happening in the region that your intelligence agencies might not be fully aware of. Rest assured, we are handling it."
He then smiled looking at the ambassador as if laughing on a joke.
The ambassador narrowed his eyes, detecting the evasiveness in Rohan's words.
"Washington needs clarity, Prime Minister. Is this mobilization a response to something nuclear? We've heard rumors, whispers that Pakistan may be closer to developing something. Is that why your forces are on high alert?"
Rohan's smile widened ever so slightly, but his voice remained calm and reassuring.
"The United States doesn't need to worry about India's military movements. You'll have answers soon. And when you do, I think you'll find that we've done the world a favor."
The ambassador opened his mouth to probe further, but Rohan smoothly shifted the conversation. "Now, about our military cooperation," he said, glancing at the papers in front of him
"Let's focus on the trade agreements we've been discussing. I understand your government is ready to move forward with the delivery of advanced fighter jets and surveillance systems."
Realizing he wasn't going to get more answers about the mobilization, the ambassador shifted gears. "Yes, Prime Minister. Washington is prepared to offer enhanced military hardware, including the fighter jets you've requested, along with state-of-the-art radar systems that will significantly improve your border surveillance capabilities."
Rohan nodded thoughtfully. "That will be crucial for us, given the... changing nature of the threats we face. We're particularly interested in the surveillance systems. With tensions running high, we need to be sure we can monitor every movement across the border."
The ambassador gave a tight smile, though it was clear he still had questions. "Of course, Prime Minister. I'll relay your government's requests back to Washington. We're eager to see this cooperation strengthen both our nations."
Rohan stood, extending his hand to the ambassador, signaling the end of the conversation.
The ambassador, still not satisfied about the real reason behind India's military buildup, shook Rohan's hand and offered a diplomatic smile.
"Please assure Washington," Rohan said, locking eyes with the ambassador, "that they have nothing to worry about. We're handling this with the utmost care. And soon, you'll understand why."
With a final nod, the ambassador was escorted out of the office.
As the door clicked shut, Rohan let out a quiet sigh.
He found it very hard to deal with the dual nature of American, they are helping pakistan with Nucelar weapons are willing to give him jets and radars at the same time to counter Pakistan.
The door to Rohan's office opened just as he was about to sit down.
In walked K.N. Rao, the head of R&AW, looking different from his usual serious self.
There was a slight smile on his face, something Rohan rarely saw, and it immediately told him that something big had happened.
Rao came closer, still smiling. "Prime Minister," he said, with a controlled excitement in his voice
"We've done it. The operation was a complete success."
Rohan raised an eyebrow, feeling the tension that had been building for weeks loosen just a little.
He stopped himself mid-motion. "Go on," he said, his voice calm but filled with relief.
Rao handed him a thick folder. The weight of it told Rohan all he needed to know, this was the result of months of careful planning and hard work.
As he opened the file and began to skim through it, Rao continued speaking.
"The Chagai Hills facility, Pakistan's nuclear research site," Rao said, his words deliberate and slow, "has been completely neutralized."
Rohan froze, his eyes fixed on the page in front of him.
He looked up at Rao, as if to make sure he had heard him right.
"Neutralized?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.
Rao nodded. "Yes, sir. Our team managed to get inside the facility two weeks ago. They placed explosives in the critical areas of their research labs. The damage can't be fixed."
Rohan's mind raced as he connected the dots.
He could feel a sense of relief starting to settle in, but he needed to hear more.
"Their nuclear program?"
"Sabotaged," Rao said, with a satisfied look.
"They'll be delayed by years, maybe more. We took out their main reactor, their essential equipment, everything that mattered. What's left of the facility is useless."
Rohan closed the file, resting his hands on it.
He stared at it for a moment, letting the full meaning of Rao's words sink in.
Pakistan's secret nuclear ambitions, which had been a growing threat, were now stopped.
The constant fear of what could happen if Pakistan succeeded in developing a nuclear weapon, it was gone, for now.
But then Rao spoke again, and Rohan's attention snapped back to him.
"We didn't stop there," Rao said, lowering his voice slightly. "There's more."
Rohan looked at him, his eyes narrowing. "What more?"
Rao's expression turned serious again. "We also took out ten of their top nuclear scientists."
Rohan's eyes widened. "Assassinated?"
Rao gave a small, tight smile.
"Yes, sir. We tracked them down, one by one. Each was eliminated. No loose ends. Without those scientists, their program is finished. They can't rebuild easily, even if they try."
For a moment, Rohan didn't say anything.
He looked at Rao, then back at the closed folder in front of him.
The scale of what had just been accomplished hit him all at once.
This wasn't just sabotage, it was a complete dismantling of Pakistan's nuclear plans.
And with the deaths of their top scientists, it wasn't just delayed, it was destroyed.
Rohan got up from his chair, moving to the window.
He stared out over the city of Delhi as the sun started to set.
This was a massive blow to Pakistan, and they wouldn't take it quietly.
"They'll retaliate," Rohan said quietly, still looking out the window. "When they realize what we've done, they won't stay silent."
Rao nodded. "Yes, sir. But we're prepared for that. We've set them back so far that they won't be able to do much for a long time. Their program is crippled, and we're keeping a close watch on any movements from their side."
Rohan turned back to face Rao, his expression calm but focused. "Make sure our borders are secure and our military stays on high alert. They'll come for us, and when they do, we need to be ready."
"We're already on it, Prime Minister," Rao said. "Our intelligence teams are monitoring every possible response. If they even think about making a move, we'll know."
Rohan walked back to his desk and sat down. He looked at Rao, his mind already moving ahead to the next steps.
"You and your team have done well, Rao," he said quietly.
"This was a huge win for us. But this is only the beginning."
"Thank you, sir," Rao replied. "We'll stay vigilant."
Rohan gave a final nod, still processing everything.
"Call the meeting at highest level, I need everyone here in 10 minutes"
****
(So how's this arc guys of Pakistan Nucelar Project. Of course how India destroyed this and the kind of planning that went behind it will be discussed in the next chapter, so stay tuned)
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84.35%A New India / Chapter 150: The Strike on Chagai
Chapter 150: The Strike on Chagai
The night was still, and the air over Chagai Hills in Balochistan was still and tense of what was about to happen.
Ajay Singh crouched low, feeling the rough gravel beneath his palms as his team of R&AW operatives prepared for the most critical operation of their lives.
They had trained for months, but tonight wasn't about training, it was about execution.
Every man here knew that failure wasn't an option. They were about to strike at the very core of Pakistan's nuclear ambitions.
The Chagai Hills nuclear research facility, hidden deep in the mountains, was the heart of Pakistan's secret nuclear program.
For weeks, the world had been watching, guessing, and fearing.
But only India knew exactly what was being built here, and it had to be stopped, tonight.
Ajay's radio crackled. Ravi, the tech expert, whispered, "Power grid... going down in three, two, one... blackout."
The facility's lights flickered, then vanished into darkness.
The noise of generators ceased. The silence was immediate and suffocating.
The blackout had begun.
They had fifteen minutes before the backup generators would restore power, fifteen minutes to dismantle Pakistan's nuclear future.
"Go," Ajay hissed into his radio. His voice was sharp and urgent, piercing the silent sir.
His team, six highly-trained men who moved like shadows, slipped silently toward the facility's outer wall.
Months of surveillance had given them every detail they needed, guard rotations, blind spots, camera angles.
The perimeter was tightly guarded, but no security system was perfect. And tonight, they were the flaws that would unravel the entire structure.
Elsewhere The wind had kicked up dust along the ridge where Ravi lay prone, his sniper rifle aimed at the facility's entrance.
Through the scope, he tracked the movements of the guards, their dark figures barely visible against the blackened landscape.
His trigger finger was tense, ready. Every breath he took was measured, slow.
"One guard at the gate, moving left," Ravi muttered to no one in particular. "He's mine."
The guard, a soldier in his early twenties, stopped to light a cigarette, the flare briefly illuminating his face.
That moment was all Ravi needed. The rifle kicked softly against his shoulder, the silencer muffling the shot.
The guard's head snapped back with a sickening thud, and he dropped where he stood.
The cigarette fell from his hand, still burning as the blood pooled beneath him.
"One down," Ravi reported, already shifting his scope to the next target.
Inside the Facility
Ajay and his team breached the facility's perimeter, slipping through the gap they had identified weeks earlier.
The first objective was clear, get to the reactor, plant the explosives, and get out.
Every second mattered.
They approached the first security checkpoint, where two guards stood at attention, rifles slung over their shoulders.
Ajay signaled to Rahul, the team's second-in-command, with a brief hand gesture.
Rahul moved silently through the darkness, a blade in hand, his movements as fluid as the wind.
Before the guards even had a chance to register the danger, Rahul was on them.
The first guard felt nothing as Rahul's knife slid across his throat, cutting deep.
The second guard had just enough time to widen his eyes in shock before Rahul plunged the blade into his chest, twisting it with brutal efficiency.
The guards fell in silence. No alarms. No gunfire.
Just two more bodies in the shadows.
"Clear," Rahul whispered, wiping the blade on the guard's uniform before moving on.
Ajay checked his watch.
They had twelve minutes left before the generators kicked back in.
"Charges set on the exterior," whispered Suresh, another member of the team, as he planted explosives along the facility's foundation.
His hands were quick but steady, attaching the small devices with military precision. "Moving inside."
Ajay led the team through a narrow passageway leading into the core of the facility.
The halls were quiet, eerily so, with only the soft red glow of emergency lights to guide them.
Every step echoed faintly in the distance, but Ajay's mind was sharp, focused.
They reached the reactor room, a massive structure of metal and wires that made noise ominously, even in its powered-down state.
This was the heart of Pakistan's nuclear ambitions, the very thing that would shift the balance of power in South Asia. Ajay's pulse quickened.
"Plant the charges," Ajay ordered, his voice low and firm.
The team worked quickly, placing explosives along the reactor's base, targeting the critical areas they had memorized through months of planning.
If these charges went off, Pakistan's nuclear program would be set back years, maybe even decades.
Ajay felt responsibility of whole country pressing down on him, but his hands remained steady.
For knew that this is the moment, Now or Never.
Outside the Facility
Ravi had already taken out four more guards. Each shot was clean, precise.
The men fell before they even knew what had hit them.
"There's movement near the southwest tower," Ravi whispered, adjusting his scope. "Looks like... shit, two more guards."
He lined up the shot, his breath held.
The first guard crumpled to the ground, a perfect headshot.
The second spun around, his hand reaching for his radio, but Ravi was faster.
Another squeeze of the trigger, and the guard fell, his radio clattering uselessly to the floor.
"All clear," Ravi reported. "Get ready for extraction."
Dalbandin Safehouse
At the same time, miles away in a small town near Dalbandin, a second R&AW team was carrying out the other half of the operation.
This part wasn't about explosives, it was about assassination.
Ten Pakistani scientists, all crucial to the nuclear project, were sleeping soundly in a secure compound.
They had no idea that their last moments were approaching.
Rahul Mehra led the team into the safehouse. The first guard at the entrance barely had time to turn before a silenced bullet pierced his skull.
His body slumped against the wall, blood pooling beneath him.
Rahul's team moved quickly, taking down three more guards with brutal efficiency.
They entered the house, moving room by room.
Each scientist was targeted with cold precision.
Some were asleep, unaware of the danger. Others woke just in time to see a flash of steel or the brief spark of gunfire.
None of them screamed.
The operatives ensured that each death was swift and silent.
In the final room, Dr. Abdul Qadeer Khan, the father of Pakistan's nuclear project, was sitting at his desk, scribbling notes.
He didn't even hear Rahul enter.
A quick, suppressed shot to the back of the head, and Khan slumped over, his pen falling from his hand.
"All targets neutralized," Rahul whispered. "We're done here."
Back at the Chagai facility, Ajay and his team had reached the extraction point.
They were on a ridge, watching the facility in the distance.
Ajay checked his watch. Two minutes.
The charges had been set. The scientists were dead. The mission was complete.
"Here we go," Ajay muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
A moment later, the night sky erupted in a series of blinding flashes.
The ground beneath them shook violently as the explosives tore through the facility's infrastructure.
Fireballs shot into the sky, the heat so intense that even from their distance, they could feel it.
The reactor, the control rooms, the labs everything was obliterated in seconds.
The thunderous roar of destruction echoed across the hills, drowning out the wind.
Ajay watched the facility crumble, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "That's it. Let's move."
The team retreated quickly, disappearing into the rocky hills as the flames consumed what was left of Pakistan's nuclear dreams.
Hours later, in a safehouse deep in Afghanistan, Ajay and his team gathered around a small table, their bodies weary but their spirits high.
The adrenaline was still coursing through their veins, but for the first time in weeks, they allowed themselves to relax.
Ravi leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin on his face. "Hell of a job, boys. Hell of a job."
Ajay chuckled, taking a sip of water. "We did what we had to do. Pakistan's nuclear program is dead in the water."
Rahul, who had led the assassination of the scientists, simply nodded. "We've set them back by years. They'll feel this for a long time."
There was no champagne, no grand celebration.
Just a quiet moment shared between men who had done the impossible.
They had struck at the very heart of Pakistan's ambitions and walked away without a scratch.
"Here's to doing what needed to be done," Ajay said, raising his glass.
The others joined him, clinking their glasses together.
The mission was over.
As the night grew darker, they knew one thing for certain, while this battle was won, the war was far from over.
But this is not what they should consider. It is for the authorities in Delhi to think about.
For now they have done something that will establish R&AW name acorss all the intelligence world.
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84.91%A New India / Chapter 151: Reaction
Chapter 151: Reaction
The early morning call came with a chill that cut deeper than the cool Balochistani air.
General Ayub Khan, Pakistan's military chief, was in his office when the phone rang, the sharp sound breaking the usual quiet of dawn.
He picked it up, expecting a routine briefing, but the panicked voice on the other end instantly set his pulse racing.
"Sir… there's been an explosion. Chagai Hills... the facility... it's gone."
For a moment, Ayub's mind blanked.
His grip tightened around the phone as he processed the words, unable to believe what he was hearing. "What did you say?"
The officer on the other end stammered, "The nuclear facility, sir. It's destroyed. There were... explosions. It's all gone. Completely leveled."
His face tightened as he tried to process the catastrophe that had just been reported to him.
Chagai Hills, the secret lifeblood of Pakistan's nuclear ambitions, was gone.
The door behind him opened, and Khalid Qureshi, the head of ISI, walked in.
His usually calm demeanor was visibly shaken, a rare sight for the man known as the silent mastermind behind Pakistan's intelligence apparatus.
"General," Khalid began, his voice low, careful, "we've lost everything."
Ayub turned slowly, the hard lines on his face deepening as he processed Khalid's words.
His eyes were like steel, but inside, he was barely keeping his fury contained.
"Everything?" he repeated, his voice colder than the air outside.
Khalid nodded, his jaw tight. "The entire facility at Chagai Hills is destroyed. Completely leveled. There was no malfunction, no accident. This was a deliberate attack. Explosives were planted in key locations across the facility. The whole place went up in flames, and... it's worse."
Ayub's chest tightened further. He knew there was more. He could see it in Khalid's eyes.
"The scientists..." Khalid paused, reluctant to continue. "All ten of our top nuclear scientists were killed last night. Assassinated. The ones responsible knew exactly who they were targeting."
The room fell into an oppressive silence. Ayub's body stiffened.
His hands, still gripping the windowsill, ached from the pressure.
"Are you telling me," he growled, "that in one night, we've lost not only our nuclear facility but also the very people who could've rebuilt it?"
"Yes, General," Khalid said quietly. "India did this."
The name hit the air like a bullet, and the fire in Ayub's eyes flared.
He had known it.
Who else could have had the audacity, the resources, and the motivation to cripple Pakistan's nuclear ambitions?
But the scale of it, the precision... it was beyond anything they had anticipated.
India had struck at the very heart of Pakistan's future, and now there was nothing left.
Ayub slammed his fist onto his desk, the sound echoing through the room.
"How the hell did they pull this off under our noses? We had the tightest security, the best people guarding that site. Who let them slip in like ghosts?"
Khalid exhaled, his frustration barely masked. "We believe they used the mobilization along the border as a distraction. All our focus was on their military buildup, tens of thousands of troops, tanks, and aircraft. We thought they were preparing for an assault on the ground, not this. While we watched the border, they struck where we least expected."
Ayub paced, his mind racing. It made sense, but it didn't ease the crushing weight of failure pressing down on him. "So while we prepared for a conventional war, they took out our nuclear future?"
Khalid nodded. "It appears that way. This wasn't just about crippling our nuclear program. This was meant to send a message, to us, and to the world."
Ayub stopped pacing, his gaze locking onto Khalid. "They want us humiliated."
"Exactly," Khalid replied. "India knew that if they took away our nuclear capability, we'd be forced back into conventional warfare, where they hold the advantage. They've won without even firing a shot across the border."
Ayub gritted his teeth, his mind already moving toward retaliation. "We can't let this go unanswered. Pakistan cannot appear weak, not now."
Khalid was silent for a moment, then spoke carefully. "General, we need to think strategically. Any direct retaliation now will escalate into full-scale war. We aren't ready for that. They've hit us hard, but we still have options. We must be cautious."
Ayub's fists clenched. He knew Khalid was right, but the anger boiling inside him demanded action.
"Find out everything," Ayub ordered. "I want names. I want to know who carried out this attack, who gave the orders, who pulled the triggers. And then... we will deal with them."
Washington, D.C. - Pentagon
Across the world, General Robert Phillips, head of the Pentagon, sat in stunned silence as his aide relayed the latest intelligence report.
The destruction of Pakistan's nuclear facility had not only caught Pakistan off guard but had sent shockwaves through Washington as well.
The U.S. was supporting Pakistan's secret nuclear programhell, quietly backing it in hopes of countering India's growing strength.
But now, with one strike, India had turned the tables.
"This can't be right," Phillips muttered, his eyes scanning the report for the third time. His brain struggled to keep up with the implications.
"They hit Chagai? Destroyed the whole damn facility?"
His aide nodded, sweat beading on his brow. "Yes, sir. And it wasn't just the facility. Ten of Pakistan's top nuclear scientists are dead. Assassinated in their homes or safehouses. It was a coordinated strike."
Phillips let out a slow breath, feeling the weight of it all crashing down.
This wasn't just a setback for Pakistan, this was a disaster for U.S. interests in the region.
India had not only demonstrated their capability to hit targets deep inside Pakistan but had also sent a clear message to the world, they were in control.
"Get me the CIA, now," Phillips ordered, his voice thick with urgency.
Within minutes, Richard Meyer, the head of the CIA, was on the line, his voice tense. "I've already seen the report, Robert. This is bigger than we thought."
Phillips gripped the phone tightly. "How the hell did India pull this off without us knowing? We had eyes on that facility!"
"We were looking at the wrong thing," Meyer replied, frustration evident in his voice. "India's military mobilization along the border, it was all a distraction. While we were watching for a conventional war, they were planning this. Surgical strikes, coordinated assassinations... this wasn't just a random attack. They planned this for months."
Phillips sat back in his chair, the enormity of the situation settling into his bones. "And we missed it."
"Completely," Meyer admitted, his tone bitter. "And now, Pakistan's nuclear program is in ruins, and India is sitting comfortably with a hell of a strategic advantage."
"Do we know how they did it?" Phillips asked, his voice low, filled with frustration.
"Not yet," Meyer answered. "But it's clear this wasn't just a military operation. R&AW was involved, and it was clean, too clean. No leaks, no loose ends. This wasn't India's first rodeo. They knew exactly what they were doing."
Phillips exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face. "So what now? Pakistan will be out for blood, and the balance we've been trying to maintain in the region is gone."
"We'll need to walk carefully," Meyer replied. "India's made their move, but we can't afford to let this escalate into a full-blown conflict. If Pakistan retaliates, this whole thing could spiral out of control."
Phillips was quiet for a long moment. "And the world?"
"They'll know soon enough. Once the media gets a hold of this... well, there's no going back."
Islamabad - Prime Minister's Office
Prime Minister Liaquat Ali Khan stood with his back to the room, staring out of the window at the city below.
He hadn't spoken in several minutes, not since General Ayub and Khalid Qureshi had finished delivering the report.
"This is worse than a disaster," Liaquat finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's humiliation."
Ayub stepped forward, his face hard and unreadable. "We must respond. We cannot let India get away with this."
Liaquat turned to face the room, his eyes filled with anger and something deeper, betrayal.
"India didn't just attack a facility. They attacked our future. They crippled us. And they did it while the world watched the wrong side of the chessboard."
Khalid nodded. "We will find out who was responsible for the execution. And when we do, they will pay."
Liaquat's fists tightened at his sides.
"No. This is bigger than just revenge, Khalid. This is about showing the world that Pakistan will not be cowed by India. We will rebuild, but first, we will make sure they feel our pain."
Ayub nodded, his expression resolute. "I agree and support you Prime Minister."
Liaquat held his gaze for a moment, then turned back to the window. His reflection stared back at him, angry, defiant. "We'll make them bleed for this," he whispered.
This time Pakistan needed to respond otherwise people will revolt once this news is made public.
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85.47%A New India / Chapter 152: Intelligence Warfare
Chapter 152: Intelligence Warfare
Khalid Qureshi, the head of ISI, paced the length of his office, frustration evident in every movement.
His eyes switched between the intelligence reports scattered on his desk, but his thoughts kept returning to one thing,India.
Now everyone was looking to him for answers.
Retaliation was inevitable, but the response couldn't be reckless.
They needed precision.
They needed vengeance.
"Sir, it's time to move forward," whispered Abdul Rashid, one of ISI's top field commanders, who stood quietly by the door, waiting for his orders.
Khalid nodded slowly. His anger hadn't dulled, but his approach had become colder, more calculated.
Targeting K.N. Rao, the head of India's R&AW, would have been the most satisfying blow.
But Rao was too well-protected, too clever to be caught in a straightforward attack.
Khalid needed to send a message, to rattle the system, but to do so strategically.
"No," Khalid said, his voice low and steady. "We don't go after Rao directly. We hit someone close to him. Someone who will send the same message but isn't surrounded by layers of security."
Abdul stepped forward, understanding dawning in his eyes. "His lieutenants?"
Khalid nodded. "We need someone in his inner circle, someone with enough power to create a vacuum but not so high-profile that it blows back on us directly. We need to hurt Rao, not just physically, but mentally. We need to make him feel exposed."
He leaned in and pointed to a name on the list, Raghav Kapoor, one of R&AW's senior field officers, stationed near the Punjab border.
"If we can take Kapoor out," Abdul said, his voice low but firm,
"It'll send a message. Rao may be out of our reach, but his trusted men aren't."
Khalid smirked. "Exactly. Kill Kapoor, and Rao will know we can touch anyone close to him. Let's cripple his support system."
***
Ajay Singh sat across from K.N. Rao, his mind racing. The intelligence they had gathered over the past few days pointed to something big.
Pakistan's ISI was planning a counterattack, but it wasn't what they initially thought.
"They're targeting Raghav Kapoor," Ajay said, his voice heavy with urgency. "They know they can't hit you directly, so they're going after him."
Rao leaned back in his chair, his expression grim.
Raghav had been instrumental in the Chagai Hills operation, and he was too valuable to lose.
"How long do we have?" Rao asked.
"Not long," Ajay replied. "ISI's team is already in motion. We need to pull Raghav out, fast."
Rao didn't hesitate. "Get him out. I don't care what it takes. Mobilize the extraction team and make sure they don't get to him first."
Ajay nodded and left the room, already dialing the extraction team. Time was running out.
Punjab Border - Safe House
The dusty streets near the Punjab border were eerily quiet as Raghav Kapoor sat alone in his safe house, reviewing the latest intelligence reports.
He had been restless for days, ever since they received word that ISI was planning something.
His instincts told him that danger was closer than anyone realized, but he hadn't expected to be their target.
He suddenly recieved a telegram from Ajay: "Extraction team arriving at 0200 hours. Be ready."
Raghav's stomach tightened. He knew what that meant.
ISI had found him, and R&AW was moving to pull him out before it was too late.
But if ISI was already closing in, it wouldn't be a clean exit.
He checked his watch-01:30 hours.
He had thirty minutes before the team arrived.
Suddenly, he heard something outside. Footsteps, faint but unmistakable.
His pulse quickened. His hand instinctively went to his sidearm.
Raghav stood up slowly, moving toward the window.
He carefully pulled back the curtain just enough to peer outside.
Shadows moved across the street.
Too many shadows.
They're here
He backed away from the window, his mind racing.
He had two choices: wait for the extraction team and hope they arrived before ISI did, or make a run for it now.
But running wasn't an option.
They would have him surrounded.
No, he would fight.
Outside the Safe House, Rashid crouched behind a parked car, his eyes trained on the safe house across the street.
His team, made up of some of ISI's most skilled operatives, had the building surrounded.
They had one mission tonight-kill Raghav Kapoor.
Rashid checked his watch-01:40 hours. The extraction team would be here soon, but it didn't matter.
They would be too late
He gave the singal and his men moved in.
The door to the safe house burst open with a deafening crash, and Raghav didn't hesitate.
He fired two quick shots, hitting the first man through the door in the chest.
The man crumpled to the floor, blood pooling beneath him.
The second man barely had time to react before Raghav's third shot found its mark, taking him down with brutal efficiency.
But there were more.
Raghav ducked behind the kitchen counter as bullets tore through the air, shredding the wooden walls behind him.
He moved quickly, firing blindly toward the doorway, trying to buy himself a few seconds to assess the situation.
The gunfire outside intensified.
The glass windows shattered as more bullets ripped through the house.
Raghav's heart pounded in his chest, but his mind was sharp, focused. He knew this was it, his last stand.
He reloaded his weapon and moved to the other side of the room, staying low.
The air was thick with dust and smoke, but he could hear them coming-more footsteps, more shadows moving in the dark.
Suddenly, the back door splintered open. Raghav spun around, his gun aimed, and fired.
The man who had just kicked down the door dropped instantly, his weapon falling from his hand as he hit the ground.
But Raghav was outnumbered.
Another man rushed him from the side, tackling him to the floor.
The force of the impact knocked the gun from Raghav's hand, and for a moment, the world was a blur of fists and blood.
The ISI operative's hands wrapped around Raghav's throat, squeezing the life out of him.
Raghav's vision darkened at the edges, but he fought with everything he had, driving knee into the man's ribs with Brutal force.
The man grunted in pain, loosening his grip just enough for Raghav to break free.
Raghav grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter and, in one swift motion, plunged it into the man's throat
The operative gasped, his eyes wide with shock as he collapsed to the ground, blood pouring from the thorat
Raghav didn't have time to catch his breath. He grabbed his gun and moved toward the back door, knowing he had to get out of the house before more arrived.
Outside, Rashid watched as two of his men went down, frustration boiling inside him.
This was supposed to be simple-a quick hit, in and out.
But Raghav was proving to be more dangerous than they had anticipated.
"Move in!" Abdul shouted, signaling the remaining men to close in on the house.
The extraction team was only minutes away, but Abdul wasn't going to let them take Raghav alive.
Raghav burst through the back door, his gun raised, but he barely made it two steps before gunfire erupted around him.
He ducked behind a stack of crates, returning fire as bullets whizzed past his head.
One of Abdul's men, a tall, muscular figure, charged toward him, firing wildly.
Raghav waited, his breath steady, his mind calm. As the man closed the distance, Raghav stood and fired three shots in rapid succession.
The man's body jerked violently as the bullets found their mark, and he fell to the ground with a heavy thud.
But there were more coming.
Raghav sprinted toward the alley, his heart racing, but his path was blocked.
Two more operatives stepped into view, their guns trained on him. He had no cover, nowhere to run.
In one fluid motion, Raghav dove to the ground, firing upward as he went.
The first man's head snapped back as the bullet hit him between the eyes.
The second man hesitated for a split second, just long enough for Raghav to take him down with another clean shot.
Raghav rolled to his feet, blood dripping from a gash on his forehead.
His vision blurred for a moment, but he kept moving.
He had to reach the extraction point.
As Raghav stumbled into the narrow alley behind the safe house, he heard the rumble of engines.
Two black car screeched to a halt, and Ajay Singh jumped out, his gun drawn.
"Raghav! Get in!" Ajay shouted.
Raghav didn't need to be told twice. He sprinted toward the vehicle, diving into the backseat just as more gunfire erupted from the other end of the alley.
Ajay and the other operatives fired back, covering their retreat as the car sped away.
The adrenaline coursing through Raghav's veins slowly began to fade, and the reality of what had just happened settled over him.
He had survived.
Barely.
Ajay glanced back at him from the front seat, a grim smile on his face. "That was too close."
Raghav nodded, his body still trembling from the fight. "They knew everything, Ajay. They were waiting for me."
Ajay's expression darkened. "ISI is getting bolder. This was just the beginning."
Raghav leaned back in his seat, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "They're not going to stop, are they?"
"No," Ajay said quietly. "They won't."
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86.03%A New India / Chapter 153: Failed Attempt and Mole
Chapter 153: Failed Attempt and Mole
The lights of Islamabad flickered outside the office of Khalid Qureshi, head of ISI, but he barely noticed.
His focus was on the reports spread across his desk, each one a reminder of how close they had come to completing their mission.
They had failed.
And failure, especially against India, was unacceptable.
Khalid's usually composed face was a mask of frustration.
The Chagai Hills disaster had been a slap to Pakistan's pride, and now, R&AW's senior field officer, Raghav Kapoor, had slipped through their fingers.
"Directly targeting Rao was too risky," Khalid muttered, flipping through the reports. "Kapoor was the next best thing, and we let him escape."
Abdul Rashid, one of ISI's top field commanders, stood at attention in front of him.
His face was still bruised from the chaos earlier night, but his expression was unreadable.
He had led the mission. He had overseen every detail. Yet Raghav Kapoor had survived.
"We were seconds away from eliminating him, sir," Abdul said through clenched teeth. "But their extraction team arrived at just the right moment. They knew we were there."
Khalid's eyes narrowed. "Which means they knew about our plan in advance."
"Yes, sir."
"And how do you think that happened, Abdul?"
Abdul hesitated. "There might be a leak, sir. Someone's feeding information to R&AW."
Khalid tapped his fingers against his desk. "Find the leak. Fix it."
Khalid's fists clenched the edge of his desk. The plan had been foolproof, or so they thought.
Eliminate Kapoor, one of R&AW's most critical officers, and send a message to India that ISI could strike back, even after the humiliation of Chagai Hills.
But now, the tables had turned again, and India was sure to retaliate.
"What now?" Abdul's voice was steady, but beneath the calm was a burning desire for revenge.
Khalid stared out of his window, watching the city lights dance in the distance.
"We regroup, Abdul. And we get smarter. R&AW will be tightening their security after tonight. But we'll find another way to strike, and we will not fail again."
Abdul nodded, stepping back toward the door. But before he could leave, Khalid's cold voice stopped him.
"And Abdul," Khalid added, his eyes sharp as daggers, "don't make any more mistakes."
Abdul met his gaze and gave a stiff nod before leaving the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
But Khalid's mind was already racing ahead. This time, they wouldn't attack from the outside.
They needed to infiltrate.
They had been too obvious, too predictable.
The next move would be from within.
But for now he knows the backlash from Military might change this.
New Delhi - R&AW Headquarters
The car sped through the mostly empty streets of New Delhi, taking sharp turns as it headed toward the R&AW headquarters.
Inside, Raghav Kapoor leaned back against the seat, the cool leather pressing against his bloodied, aching body.
The adrenaline that had kept him alive just hours ago was fading, leaving only exhaustion and pain in its wake.
Beside him, Ajay Singh stared out the window, his radio suddenly crackled
He glanced at the Radio and realised it might be K.N. Rao.
He picked up immediately.
"Sir," Ajay said, keeping his voice even, though his heart was still pounding from the escape.
"Is Raghav safe?" Rao's voice was sharp and to the point, but Ajay could hear the concern behind the question.
"Barely," Ajay replied. "ISI had a team waiting for him. They were seconds away from finishing the job, sir. We arrived just in time to pull him out."
A tense silence followed.
"Bring him back," Rao ordered. "We need to reassess security measures. ISI is playing a dangerous game, and they're getting too close."
"We'll be at headquarters in fifteen minutes," Ajay responded before ending the call.
Raghav sat up slightly, wincing as he touched the gash on his forehead.
His hand came away sticky with blood.
He glanced at Ajay, his voice low but steady. "They knew everything, Ajay. My location, my safe house, even the extraction time. They were two steps ahead."
Ajay's jaw clenched as the realization hit him. "Someone's feeding them information. It's either a mole or they've managed to breach our systems. We'll get to the bottom of it."
Raghav nodded slowly, but the exhaustion of the situation still hung over him. "We have to. If they're this close to taking us out, they'll keep trying. They won't stop."
Soon they were at Headqauters. The debriefing room at R&AW headquarters was silent as Raghav Kapoor limped inside, followed closely by Ajay Singh.
K.N. Rao sat at the head of the table, his face as unreadable as ever, though the tension in the room was increasing.
Raghav sat down heavily, wincing as his bruised body settled into the chair.
"You look like hell," Rao said, though his rough tone was tinged with a trace of concern.
Raghav managed a weak smirk. "I feel worse."
"It's a good thing you feel, I would rather have you feeling pain then nothing"
Rao replied with a smile.
Ajay sat down beside him, the seriousness of the evening's events still troubled everyone heavily.
They had barely made it out. Raghav was alive, but only just.
"Tell me everything," Rao ordered, leaning forward slightly, his eyes sharp.
Raghav took a deep breath. "They knew too much, sir. My location, my schedule, even the extraction time. It wasn't a lucky guess. ISI has inside information. They've infiltrated our systems, or worse, they have a mole. Either way, we have a breach."
Rao's face darkened. He had suspected as much, but hearing it confirmed was far worse. "We'll investigate this thoroughly. No one is above suspicion right now."
Ajay leaned forward, his voice filled with urgency. "Sir, we need to act fast. If they've already infiltrated us, they could be planning their next move. And next time, we might not be able to pull off a rescue."
Rao stood up abruptly, pacing the length of the room.
His mind was already racing, working through the problem from every possible angle.
He had spent his career defending India from threats, but this was personal. ISI had come too close. They had targeted his people, and that couldn't be allowed.
"We'll lock down our systems," Rao said, his voice steady but filled with quiet fury.
"Everyone, from the top down, will be vetted. Surveillance on all suspects. We'll track every lead. I don't care how small the clue, I want it followed. But this isn't just about defense."
Ajay exchanged a glance with Raghav. They both knew what Rao was about to say.
"We need to hit them back," Rao continued, his voice harder now. "They need to understand that we won't sit by and let them take shots at us. Kapoor, you'll stay off the grid for now. We can't risk another attack on you."
Raghav nodded, his body aching, but his mind sharp. He hated being sidelined, but he knew Rao was right.
Ajay spoke next, his voice firm. "And our next move, sir?"
Rao's eyes narrowed, his decision already made. "We hit them where it hurts. And this time, we don't miss."
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86.59%A New India / Chapter 154: Attack the Head
Chapter 154: Attack the Head
Raghav Kapoor narrowly escaped ISI's grasp, and the stakes had risen.
Pakistan's military was livid, and pressure had intensified on Khalid Qureshi, the head of ISI, to strike back hard against India.
But the problem was bigger than that. Both ISI and R&AW now suspected internal leaks, moles feeding vital information to their enemies.
In Islamabad, Khalid paced back and forth in his office, the dark wood-paneled room dimly lit by the evening light filtering through the blinds.
The constant sound of the wall clock ticking only added to the tension that had been brewing for weeks.
Across from him sat Abdul Rashid.
The failure of last mission wasn't entirely Abdul's fault, and Khalid knew it.
The truth was, R&AW had been too prepared. They knew too much.
That was the crux of the problem. How had they known?
"There's a leak," Abdul muttered, breaking the silence. "Someone in our ranks fed them our plans. There's no other explanation."
Khalid's eyes were dark as he nodded, his mind already racing. "We have our suspicions, but we can't make a move until we're sure. Right now, the priority is hitting back before the military loses faith in us."
Abdul looked up, frowning. "We've gone after Raghav and failed. If we push harder and miss again, it will only make us look weaker."
"We won't go after Raghav again," Khalid said coldly. "We're going after someone bigger. K.N. Rao."
Abdul's eyes widened in disbelief. "Rao? The head of R&AW? That's a suicide mission. His security is airtight."
Khalid's voice was icy. "I know. But the military wants results. They want a victory after Chagai Hills. They don't care how it happens, and they're getting impatient. Rao is the architect behind our humiliation. Taking him out is the only thing that will satisfy them."
Abdul hesitated. "We've always known that going after Rao directly is risky. Why now?"
Khalid's expression hardened. "Because there's no choice. There's too much pressure on us, Abdul. The generals are breathing down my neck, and the failure to kill Raghav has made us look weak. Rao is the symbol of their strength. If we take him down, it will shake India's confidence in their intelligence network."
The room was silent for a moment, Khalid's words settling like a dark cloud in Abdul ears
Abdul finally spoke, his voice quiet but firm. "It'll be hard. But if we're going to do this, we'll need to act fast. We can't afford another misstep."
Khalid nodded. "I know. That's why we need to find a crack in his security. Every man has a vulnerability. We need to figure out what Rao's is."
New Delhi - R&AW Headquarters
The mood inside R&AW headquarters was just as tense.
The escape of Raghav Kapoor had been a close call, and both Ajay Singh and K.N. Rao were on high alert.
They knew ISI would retaliate, but they didn't know how or when.
Rao stood by the window of his office, staring out at the bustling streets of New Delhi.
His instincts told him that something was coming.
After all, ISI couldn't afford to remain silent after the Chagai Hills operation and their failure with Raghav.
The question was, what would their next move be?
Ajay walked into the room, his face tight with concern. "Sir, we've intercepted some new chatter from our sources in Islamabad. ISI is planning something big. They've been unusually quiet since Raghav's escape, but our intel suggests they're going after a high-value target."
Rao turned, his sharp eyes meeting Ajay's. "Do we know who?"
Ajay hesitated. "Not yet. But... there are signs that it might be you, sir."
Rao didn't flinch. He had expected this. "I see."
Ajay stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Sir, we've already tightened your security, but I think we should consider scaling back your public appearances for a while. They'll look for a moment when you're vulnerable."
Rao's face remained calm, but inside, he knew Ajay was right.
ISI was desperate, and a desperate enemy was always the most dangerous.
But Rao wasn't one to be easily intimidated.
"They're under pressure," Rao said thoughtfully. "After the Chagai disaster, the military must be demanding results. If they're targeting me, it's because they're being pushed to make a statement."
Ajay nodded. "Exactly. That's why we need to be prepared. They won't just go for a quick hit. They'll want to make it public, to shake our confidence."
Rao walked back to his desk, his mind already racing through the possibilities. "We'll keep this quiet for now. Increase the surveillance on known ISI assets, but don't draw attention. We need to catch them before they strike."
Ajay nodded, but his concern was clear. "And the mole, sir? We've seen signs that there's someone feeding ISI information. If they've infiltrated us, they could be using that to plan the attack."
Rao's face darkened. "We'll deal with that too. No one is above suspicion. But right now, our focus is on ISI's next move. We need to stay one step ahead."
Back in Islamabad, Khalid sat in his dimly lit office, staring at a map of New Delhi. His mind was made up, but the pressure from Pakistan's military weighed heavily on him.
They wanted success, and they wanted it fast.
Sitting across from him was Saeed Khan, ISI's most experienced assassin. Saeed was a man of few words, but his reputation spoke volumes.
He had completed countless missions, each one more dangerous than the last. Khalid trusted him completely.
"The target is K.N. Rao," Khalid said, his voice low. "The head of India's intelligence. This won't be easy, but it's the only way to salvage our position after Chagai Hills."
Saeed nodded, his expression unreadable. "I understand."
Khalid handed him a file, detailing Rao's security arrangements, his daily movements, and potential vulnerabilities.
"You'll have one shot at this. There's no room for error. We need to hit him where he least expects it."
Saeed glanced through the file, his eyes scanning the details.
He had studied Rao before, but this was different.
The stakes were higher, and the margin for error was smaller.
"When?" Saeed asked simply.
"In three days," Khalid replied. "There's a private event in New Delhi that Rao will be attending. Security will be high, but that's our best chance."
Saeed closed the file and stood. "It will be done."
New Delhi - The Event
Three days later, the streets of New Delhi were bustling with activity, unaware of the storm brewing beneath the surface.
Inside a grand venue, diplomats and high-ranking officials from several nations mingled, discussing everything from trade agreements to regional security.
K.N. Rao was among them, moving through the crowd with practiced ease.
His security detail, as always, was discreet but present.
His movements were careful, but he knew the game well enough to sense that tonight wasn't just another event.
What he didn't know was that Saeed Khan was already there, watching him.
Blending into the crowd, Saeed moved with the precision of a predator stalking its prey.
His eyes never left Rao, and he waited for the perfect moment to strike.
Rao approached the windows, stepping slightly away from his guards as he engaged in conversation with a diplomat.
It was the opening Saeed had been waiting for.
In one swift motion, Saeed moved through the crowd, his hand already reaching for the concealed weapon under his jacket. He was almost there, just a few feet away from his target.
But at the last second, something caught Rao's eye.
He turned, locking eyes with Saeed for just a brief moment.
The assassin's cold gaze was enough for Rao to realize what was about to happen.
In an instant, Rao's instincts kicked in. He ducked, just as Saeed reached for his gun.
Chaos erupted as Rao's security detail moved in, guns drawn.
Saeed didn't hesitate.
He fought back with deadly precision, taking down two guards in the blink of an eye.
But Rao was already being pulled to safety.
The mission had failed.
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87.15%A New India / Chapter 155: A New Path - I
Chapter 155: A New Path - I
"The mission... failed," Saeed repeated, his voice devoid of any emotion, but the seriousness of his words struck heavily on the other end of the line.
Khalid Qureshi leaned back in his chair, the weight of the news pressing down on his shoulders.
His mind was spinning, replaying every detail of the plan in his head.
They had been so close, so dangerously close to striking the heart of R&AW. And yet, once again, they had failed.
Khalid's knuckles whitened as he gripped the edge of the desk.
His silence was enough for Saeed to understand the depths of his disappointment.
"I did everything I could," Saeed said, his voice steady but measured. "Rao saw me before I could make the hit. His security was faster than expected."
Khalid closed his eyes for a moment, suppressing the rage boiling inside him.
This was not just about missing an opportunity.
It was about the failure to deliver what Pakistan's military had been demanding, retribution, a victory to avenge Chagai Hills.
Now, they were left with nothing but another failed mission.
"You need to get out of New Delhi," Khalid finally said, his voice calm but sharp. "We can't risk you being caught. What you will now face will be the biggest revenge by any Intelligence agency on the world"
"I'm already moving," Saeed replied. "But Rao... he knows I was there. He'll be watching for me. I can try but I don't think I can escape him"
Khalid sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "We'll figure out the next steps once you're safe. For now, disappear."
The line went dead, and Khalid slammed the phone down on his desk.
He stood up, pacing the room, his mind racing.
The generals wouldn't be pleased with this. They wanted blood, and now, with the failure of the assassination, their frustration would only grow.
Khalid stopped in front of the window, staring out into the darkness of Islamabad.
He knew what was coming, the military would demand answers, and worse, they'd push ISI harder.
His leadership was already being questioned after the Chagai disaster and the failed hit on Raghav Kapoor.
Another failure, and they might look for someone else to lead.
Because everyone knew after this what is incoming will be R&AW revenge which they are not sure if they can handle.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
Abdul Rashid stepped in, his expression grim
He didn't need to ask to know the mission had failed. The tension in the room said it all.
"They want results," Abdul said, his voice low but steady. "The generals are growing impatient."
Khalid nodded, still staring out the window. "I know."
Abdul took a step forward. "We're not just dealing with failure. R&AW is going to retaliate. We need to be prepared."
"They will come for us," Khalid agreed, his voice calm. "But we'll be ready. They might have the upper hand for now, but this is far from over. This is what the generals will hear because the reality will kill us all"
New Delhi - R&AW Headquarters
The atmosphere at R&AW Headquarters was equally tense.
K.N. Rao sat at the head of the conference table, his face impassive as he listened to Ajay Singh and the other senior officers recount the events of the night.
"Security responded quickly," Ajay said, his voice tight. "But it was too close, sir. Saeed Khan got within feet of you. Another second, and we wouldn't be having this conversation."
Rao nodded, his face unreadable. He had been in the intelligence game long enough to know that close calls were part of the job.
But this was different. This wasn't just a routine threat, this was personal.
ISI had sent their best assassin after him, and that spoke volumes about how desperate they had become.
"They're under pressure," Rao said finally, breaking the silence. "Their military is breathing down their necks. They needed a win, and they thought killing me would give it to them."
Ajay leaned forward, his tone sharp. "And now? What's our next move?"
Rao was silent for a moment, his mind working through the possibilities.
He had always been a man who believed in strategic patience, but this wasn't the time for patience.
ISI had made their move, and now, it was India's turn.
"We strike back," Rao said simply. "But we do it quietly. We can't afford a public escalation, not now. The world's eyes are already on us after Chagai Hills. But we need to send them a message. We need to remind them that we can reach them, just like they tried to reach me."
Ajay's eyes flickered with understanding. "You're suggesting we target their leadership?"
Rao nodded. "A direct hit, but more then that something that will destabilize their command structure. We need to disrupt their operations from within. Their overconfidence after the Chagai Hills attack has left them vulnerable. We'll exploit that."
Ajay glanced at the other officers in the room, gauging their reactions.
It was clear that they were all on the same page. The time for caution was over.
"We've been monitoring their internal movements," one of the senior intelligence officers spoke up. "We've identified potential cracks in their communications. If we can tap into that, we might be able to feed them false intel, throw them off balance."
Rao leaned back in his chair, considering the proposal.
It was risky, but it had the potential to weaken ISI from the inside. "Do it," he said finally. "But keep it tight. No unnecessary risks."
Ajay nodded, already making notes in his mind. "And Saeed Khan?" he asked. "What do we do about him?"
Rao's face hardened. "He failed to kill me. That's a problem for ISI. But he's still out there, and that makes him our problem too. We'll deal with him, but on our terms."
Rao paused for a while and looked around
"He will die soon but the problem is those people feeding ISI information. It is not easy for them to arrange someone like Saeed this close to me"
Islamabad - ISI Headquarters
Khalid stood in front of the generals, his back straight, his face a mask of calm composure.
But inside, he felt the pressure building.
The room was silent as the senior military officers reviewed the latest reports.
The failed assassination attempt on K.N. Rao was now knowledge they knew and it had shaken Pakistan's intelligence and military leadership.
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87.7%A New India / Chapter 156: A New Path - II
Chapter 156: A New Path - II