Something's Cooking - I
The sun filtered through the blinds of Rohan's office as he paced back and forth, his jaw set and his hands clasped tightly behind his back.
Across the desk sat KP Singh, the Foreign Minister, his expression tense as he listened.
"KP, enough is enough," Rohan said, slamming his palm on the desk. "The reports keep piling up, racism, harassment, even violence against Indians abroad. It's not just infuriating; it's unacceptable. We cannot sit quietly and watch this happen. These countries, these so-called champions of democracy, need to be reminded who we are."
KP nodded, his voice cautious. "Sir, I understand. But these are powerful nations. A direct confrontation might not—"
"I don't want a confrontation," Rohan cut him off sharply, his tone icy. "I want action. We will send formal protests to their governments. They need to know that we're watching. But that's just the start."