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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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Francois

The dim, gray light of a Chicago dawn seeped through the narrow windows of a basement union office.

Viktor sat at a metal desk, the scent of old wood and cigarette smoke hanging heavy in the air.

A rotary phone rested beside a stack of handbills calling for "worker solidarity."

His contact had been delayed a small-time union organizer who had no idea he was about to become part of something far larger than his local grievances.

Viktor drummed his fingers on the desk, his sharp eyes scanning the room.

He wasn't a man to waste time, but he knew patience was a weapon as sharp as any knife.

The basement door creaked open, and a wiry man in his forties stepped in, his face shadowed by a flat cap.

"Mr. V," the man said cautiously, closing the door behind him. "I wasn't sure you'd show."

"I always show," Viktor replied, his voice calm but edged with menace.