A New India
Chapter 275 - 275: Operation Garbage - II

After Riots the Parliament session for State Reorganization Bill was suspended for 1 week.

As the government was busy dealing with Riots and post riots community building.

For the first 5 days in this week everything was silent.

The government was working, the people were working but unknown the whole country someone else was working as well.

Even in 6th day it was calm but the night was very deceptive.

The night was never feared, what they feared was those who wander in night.

And so Operation Garbage was about to begin, and its executors R&AW and the Intelligence Bureau were ready to move with precision and ruthless efficiency.

In the dimly lit briefing room of R&AW headquarters, Rao addressed a group of operatives, his voice sharp and deliberate.

"Tonight, we act. Two hundred and fifty individuals across this nation have been identified as the root of the recent chaos. Politicians, businessmen, community leaders, and others. They've funded violence, spread lies, and incited riots. They've endangered this nation, and now it's time to remove them. Everything is here, so I don't want any problem in execution because if there is any. It will be your neck next time."

Atma Jayaram, the IB Chief, stepped forward, his tone equally resolute. "This is not a conventional operation. It must be silent, efficient, and absolute. No leaks, no mistakes. By the time anyone realizes what's happening, their networks must already be dismantled. If resistance occurs… you know what to do."

The room was heavy with anticipation as agents checked their weapons, synchronized their watches, and prepared for the mission.

Each dossier contained detailed profiles, locations, and potential risks.

The targets ranged from influential politicians in Delhi to shadowy businessmen in Mumbai, local leaders in Punjab, and radical voices in Hyderabad.

The task was immense, but the operatives were determined.

In Amritsar, a black car rolled silently through a residential neighborhood.

Inside were two IB agents, their faces set with determination. "Baldev Singh, local leader, incited riots, and spread anti-government propaganda," one whispered, glancing at the target's file. "He's hosting a gathering at his farmhouse tonight."

Parking a block away, the agents moved swiftly under the cover of darkness.

Singh's farmhouse was lit up, laughter and voices spilling out into the night.

The agents scaled the boundary wall, their movements silent and calculated.

Through a window, they saw Singh sitting at the head of a table, surrounded by his close associates.

One agent signaled to the other, pulling out a tear gas canister.

Within moments, the room was filled with choking smoke.

As Singh and his associates stumbled out, coughing and disoriented, the agents struck.

Stun guns and precise strikes incapacitated the group

Singh was dragged into a waiting van, his associates left unconscious on the ground.

In Lucknow, the operation was more intense.

Ram Charan Tiwari, a politician known for organizing violent mobs, was hosting a late-night meeting with his inner circle.

The R&AW agents had infiltrated his residence days earlier, posing as domestic staff.

At 1 a.m., the lights in the compound went out.

Tiwari's guards scrambled, but before they could react, they were taken down with tranquilizer darts.

Inside, Tiwari and his men panicked, grabbing weapons and shouting orders.

The agents moved quickly, deploying flashbangs that left the group disoriented.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!" Tiwari yelled, dropping his pistol as an agent pinned him to the ground.

Within minutes, the compound was cleared, and Tiwari was whisked away into the night.

In Mumbai, a journalist with ties to extremist groups was taken from his apartment in the dead of night.

The agents used a decoy fire alarm to evacuate the building, seizing him as he descended the stairs.

His files, computers, and phones were confiscated, leaving behind an empty apartment that bore no traces of a struggle.

Hyderabad was a different challenge.

A radical community leader had barricaded himself in a heavily guarded compound.

IB operatives spent days surveilling the area, identifying weak points in the security.

On the night of the operation, a team of six agents breached the compound using a sewage tunnel.

They emerged in the basement, disarming guards with silenced pistols.

The leader was captured in his office, his screams muffled by a gloved hand.

Across the country, similar scenes unfolded. In Kolkata, a businessman funding underground movements was intercepted at the airport.

In Bihar, a local leader rallying caste-based violence was taken from his home, his supporters left bewildered and leaderless.

In Gujarat, a corrupt industrialist with ties to arms smuggling was dragged from his factory during a late-night inspection.

Back in Delhi, Rao and Jayaram monitored the operation from a secure room, their eyes fixed on a large map of India.

Each successful capture was marked with a green dot. "Punjab, clear," an agent's voice crackled through the radio. "Uttar Pradesh, clear," another confirmed. They changed the dots on the map slowly shifted from red to green, signaling the success of each mission.

"Any resistance?" Rao asked, his tone clipped.

"A few minor skirmishes," an operative replied. "One in Bihar, two in Punjab. All targets secured."

Jayaram exhaled, his eyes narrowing. "The first phase is done, but we can't relax. If even one of these arrests leaks to the media, this entire operation could blow up in our faces."

Rao nodded, his jaw tightening. "We'll keep them isolated. No contact with the outside world until we've processed them."

At the Prime Minister's residence, Rohan sat with Neeraj, receiving updates every hour.

His face remained passive once again, but his eyes betrayed the pressure of the decisions he had made.

"And the public reaction?" he asked.

"None yet," Neeraj replied. "But it's only a matter of time before people start noticing. Some of these individuals were public figures."

"Let them notice," Rohan said sharply. "This isn't about optics. This is about justice. These people tore this country apart for their own gain. They'll pay for it."

Neeraj hesitated. "Sir, the international community will—"

Rohan cut him off, his voice like steel. "The international community can say what they want. They don't live here. They didn't see the fires, the bodies. This is our fight, and we'll fight it on our terms."

By dawn, the operation was complete.

The streets of India remained eerily quiet, but the absence of certain voices was beginning to raise questions.

Local leaders found themselves leaderless, their networks dismantled in a single night.

In remote villages and bustling cities alike, people whispered about the sudden disappearances.

In Amritsar, Baldev Singh's men found his tea still warm, but no sign of their leader.

In Lucknow, Tiwari's compound was in disarray, his guards too shocked to speak.

In Hyderabad, the radical leader's compound was locked, his supporters left in confusion.

Back in Delhi, Rohan stared out his office window.

Turning to Neeraj, he said quietly, "This is how we rebuild trust. Not with speeches, but with action."

Neeraj nodded, his respect for the Prime Minister deepening.

For now, Operation Garbage had sent a clear and unrelenting message: no one, no matter how powerful, was above the law.

Under Rohan's leadership, the nation was finally beginning to purge its rot.

(How's the Name "Operation Garbage?)