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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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Funeral

Patel's body, clothed in simple khadi and surrounded by garlands of white flowers, lay in a glass coffin.

A sense of quiet reverence pervaded the courtyard of his residence, where senior leaders, diplomats, and dignitaries had gathered to bid farewell.

The gun carriage, draped in the Indian tricolor, stood ready outside, its polished brass gleaming in the morning light.

At precisely 9:00 AM, the ceremonial preparations began.

A contingent of soldiers in crisp white uniforms moved in unison, lifting the coffin gently onto the carriage.

Their movements were deliberate, each step reflecting the gravity of the moment.

The carriage would travel through the heart of New Delhi, giving the people one last chance to pay their respects to the man who had given so much of himself to his nation.

As the soldiers took their positions, the silence was broken only by the soft strains of a military band, playing a somber hymn.