A New India
Chapter 281 - 281: 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."

Rohan paused, his gaze intense. "I'm allocating a fund. Use it wisely. Mobilize our diaspora. Organize marches, protests peaceful, but loud enough to be heard. The Indians abroad need to know their country stands with them."

KP looked thoughtful but wary. "Sir, the diaspora is scattered, and many of them are afraid. Organizing them into a unified movement will take time."

Rohan leaned forward, his voice dropping to a steely whisper. "Then give them hope, KP. Let them know we have their backs. Use the money to support community leaders, fund events, and make sure they're equipped to fight this hatred."

KP scribbled notes furiously, then asked, "And the media, sir? They're a significant part of the problem."

Rohan's lips curled into a grim smile. "Yes, they are. Use a portion of the funds to buy smaller, independent newspapers in those countries. We'll turn them into voices for India. Publish stories of our progress, our resilience, and the contributions of Indians abroad. Let the truth drown out their lies."

KP's pen hovered over his notebook as he hesitated. "And the governments of these countries? What if they accuse us of meddling?"

Rohan's expression hardened. "Let them. If they dare criticize us for protecting our people, it'll expose their hypocrisy. We're not doing this covertly we're standing up for our citizens. And KP," he added, his tone sharp, "coordinate with Rao on this. R&AW's network will be critical in pulling this off."

KP nodded slowly, his mind already racing through possibilities. "I'll get started immediately, sir."

Later that afternoon, KP Singh arrived at the heavily fortified headquarters of R&AW, where Rao, the agency's chief, was waiting for him.

"You've heard Rohan's plan?" KP asked, his tone brisk.

Rao nodded, his fingers steepled under his chin. "I have. Mobilizing the diaspora, influencing media narratives, and sending a clear message to these countries. It's ambitious, but doable."

KP leaned forward. "Ambitious, yes, but we need precision. The diaspora isn't as organized as we'd like. And the media in these countries is already hostile. How do we counter that?"

Rao smirked faintly, his confidence unwavering. "Leave the diaspora to us. R&AW has built a network of community leaders over the years professors, businessmen, activists. They've been waiting for a cause to rally behind. We'll provide them with resources and guidance to organize protests and marches. Peaceful, but impossible to ignore."

KP raised an eyebrow. "And the media?"

"That's trickier," Rao admitted, leaning back in his chair. "But not impossible. We'll identify smaller outlets with financial troubles. They'll be receptive to investments. Once we have them, we'll feed them positive stories human interest pieces, success stories of Indians abroad, progress back home. It'll take time, but the narrative will shift."

KP frowned. "What about the governments of these countries? If they catch wind of this, they'll call it propaganda."

Rao's smirk deepened. "That's why we operate in the shadows, KP. The media won't know the source of their funding. And as for the governments, let them protest. The narrative will already be out there by the time they react."

KP nodded, impressed but cautious. "Rao, this needs to be flawless. The stakes are too high. If anything goes wrong—"

"It won't," Rao interrupted firmly. "This isn't our first operation. And KP, don't underestimate the power of public opinion. Once we've mobilized the diaspora and changed the narrative, even their governments will have to tread carefully."

KP exhaled slowly, his confidence growing. "Alright. What's the first step?"

Rao picked up a file from his desk and handed it to KP. "This contains the names of community leaders in key countries England, the US, Canada, Australia. We'll reach out to them and provide financial and logistical support. They'll organize the marches."

KP flipped through the file, nodding as he read. "And the media?"

"We've already identified potential targets," Rao replied. "Small newspapers struggling to stay afloat. A few well-placed investments, and they'll be singing our tune."

KP stood, extending his hand. "Let's make this happen, Rao. The world needs to know India won't bow to hatred."

Rao shook his hand firmly. "Dont worry let's meet at night and we will implement the plan".

Later that night.

In the dimly lit office of KP Singh, the Foreign Minister and Rao the Chief of R&AW met once again.

KP said "Is everything ready Rao. Are you sure."

Rao leaned back in his chair, a faint smile on his face. "Execution is my domain, KP. I've spent decades building a network of reliable contacts abroad. Activating them will be delicate, but not impossible."

KP tapped his pen on the desk, his brows furrowed. "Delicate isn't reassuring, Rao. We're talking about mobilizing people in countries that already view us with suspicion. The smallest slip could derail the entire operation."

Rao leaned forward, his eyes glinting with confidence. "That's why we don't mobilize immediately. First, we prepare. Tonight, I'll send a coded message to every operative in our network. It'll be simple: Be ready. They won't act yet, but they'll know something big is coming."

KP nodded slowly. "And these operatives, they understand the stakes?"