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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

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Meeting with Censor Board

The large mahogany conference table in the Ministry of Information and Broadcasting was surrounded by a nervous group of people.

The members of the Central Board of Film Certification, commonly known as the Censor Board, had been summoned for an urgent meeting with Prime Minister Rohan.

There were whispers of discontent and speculation among them, as the Prime Minister's intentions remained unclear.

Some were veterans of the board, used to bureaucratic inertia, while others were newly appointed and still learning the ropes.

But one thing united them all an uneasy anticipation.

Rohan entered the room, his posture upright, his expression sharp.

The murmurs immediately died down as the Prime Minister's commanding presence took over the space.

His eyes scanned the room, and he noted the mix of apprehension and intrigue on the faces before him.

He wasn't here to make small talk or indulge in pleasantries.