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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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Let them burn while we rise

The air was still and silent around the Prime Minister's residence.

It was an unusual hour for meetings nearing midnight and the halls of the big estate were eerily still.

Rohan sat in his private study.

The only light came from a solitary desk lamp, casting long shadows across his tired but resolute face.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the polished mahogany table, his mind racing.

There was a discreet knock at the door.

Rohan straightened his back, setting down his glass of water.

"Come in," he said, his voice calm but firm.

The door opened just enough to admit Rao, the head of R&AW, India's intelligence agency.

He entered without a sound, closing the door behind him before stepping into the dim light.

His sharp eyes scanned the room, taking in the Prime Minister's demeanor.

It was rare for Rohan to call a meeting like this alone, without aides, without papers.