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A New India

In an alternate world, the year is 1947, and as India steps into the dawn of its hard-won independence, an extraordinary twist of fate unfolds. A soul from the future, unexpectedly transported back in time, finds himself thrust into the highest office of the land, Prime Minister of a nation on the cusp of rebirth. What follows is a journey through the corridors of power, where betrayal lurks at every corner, and internal strife threatens to tear the fledgling nation apart. Faced with impossible choices, this modern mind must navigate a country marked by political intrigue, international pressures, and the weight of a people’s hopes. But beneath the surface lies a larger ambition, the vision of an Akhand Bharat, a united and unshakable India that rises from the ashes of its tragic past to forge a bold new future. As history begins to unravel and destiny is rewritten, the stakes grow ever higher. What will it take to unify a divided land and bring forth a nation powerful enough to redefine its place on the global stage? In a tale of courage, sacrifice, and the power of leadership, witness the birth of "A New India" unlike any before, a force to be reckoned with, ready to stand among the world’s greats. If you want to support me via PayPal - https://www.paypal.me/Clausmic 1/2 Chapter Daily depending of the word count. For Bonus Chapters:- 150 Power Stone - 1 Chapter 5 Golden Ticket - 1 Chapter Massage Chair - 2 Chapters Castle - Mass Release (10/15 Chapters) Do read my New Work: Rise Beyond Earth's Final Shield

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Daily Life of Francois

The morning light barely pierced the heavy curtains in Francois Delacroix's Parisian apartment.

The room was sparse but elegant, the kind of place that didn't draw attention.

A single leather armchair faced a small table where an ashtray sat, half-filled with the remnants of last night's cigarettes.

Francois lit another cigarette, the match flaring briefly before dying in his hand.

His mornings were always like this: quiet, deliberate, calculated.

He didn't rush into the day.

There was no need to.

He operated in shadows, and the shadows waited for him.

The phone on the desk buzzed once, a discreet vibration that barely disturbed the stillness of the room.

He exhaled, smoke curling around him as he reached for it.

It was a secure line, encrypted beyond the reach of curious ears.

"Yes," he said, his voice low and even.