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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: 1 - Getting A System Mall In Cultivation World 2 - Germany's New Dawn Join Discord Server - https://discord.gg/pTRnNvQBdG

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Rao Briefs Rohan

Rohan was hoping for a few moments of peace before heading home, maybe just to sit in silence and let his mind wander.

But that hope was shattered the moment K.N. Rao, the chief of R&AW, entered his office unannounced.

"Rao," Rohan said, surprised by the man's sudden appearance.

Rao wasn't the type to show up without an appointment.

The look on his face tense immediately told Rohan this wasn't a routine briefing.

"Prime Minister," Rao said, not even bothering with pleasantries.

He held a thick file in his hand, his grip tight as though the paper itself could slip away at any moment.

Rohan frowned, sitting up straighter in his chair. "What's going on? You look like someone just walked over your grave."

Rao didn't sit. He remained standing, his eyes locked on Rohan's. "It's bad, sir. Pakistan… they're working on something, something bigger than we anticipated."