The clock ticked past midnight in Rohan's office.
The dim light of his desk lamp cast shadows across stacks of confidential files, while the faint noise of a fan filled the silence.
Neeraj stood by the door, observing the Prime Minister's intense focus as he scribbled notes on a pad.
The air was full of tension anticipation; Rohan was already several moves ahead in his plan.
"Neeraj," Rohan said without looking up, his voice calm but resolute. "You know as well as I do that leaks are inevitable. No operation involving this many high-profile targets can stay silent for long. And when it does leak, the narrative must be ours."
Neeraj nodded. "So, you're going to control the narrative before they can twist it?"