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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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Rosa Park Incident

It was a June evening that began like countless others in Montgomery, Alabama.

The air was brisk, heavy with the faint scent of fried chicken from nearby kitchens and the constant hum of a city winding down.

Rosa Parks stood at the corner of Cleveland Avenue, waiting for the bus to take her home.

She tightened her coat around her shoulders and clutched her purse in one hand, exhaustion seeping into her bones after a long day of sewing at the Montgomery Fair department store.

She'd made this journey hundreds of times before, always silent, always obedient, always playing her role in a city where the color of your skin determined the boundaries of your world.

When the bus rolled up with its familiar screech, Rosa climbed the steps, depositing her fare into the coin box with a practiced motion.

She avoided the gaze of James F. Blake, the driver, who sat like a king upon his throne, commanding the lives of everyone who entered his bus.