A New India
Chapter 307 - 307: New Defence Minister

The morning was unusually quiet in the Prime Minister's residence.

Rohan sat at his desk, papers scattered before him, but his gaze wasn't fixed on them.

He leaned back in his chair, lost in thought, his mind circling around the growing list of challenges that loomed after Patel's death.

India's defense leadership was adrift, and the world wasn't going to wait for them to grieve.

A knock at the door broke his thought.

It was Neeraj carrying a thick folder.

The young man entered briskly, his expression serious.

"Prime Minister," Neeraj began, setting the file on the desk, "this is everything you asked for on Dr. D.S. Kothari. I compiled his records, achievements, and contributions to the Ministry of Defence."

Rohan nodded, motioning for Neeraj to sit. "Let's go through it together."

Neeraj opened the folder, adjusting his glasses as he began to read. "Dr. Daulat Singh Kothari, born in Udaipur, Rajasthan, a physicist of international repute. He served as the Scientific Advisor to the Ministry of Defence."

Rohan tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, listening intently. "Go on."

"He's widely considered the architect of defense science in India," Neeraj continued. "His work has been pivotal in laying the groundwork for self-reliance in defense technology. He's also been awarded many things for his contributions to science and education."

Rohan leaned forward slightly, a faint flicker of interest in his eyes. "And his leadership qualities? What do we know?"

Neeraj flipped a page, his voice steady. "He's not a traditional leader, sir. He's a scientist at heart pragmatic, detail-oriented, and deeply committed to his work. But those who've worked with him speak highly of his ability to inspire and guide teams, particularly in high-stakes projects."

Rohan nodded, closing the file softly. "He's unconventional, but perhaps that's exactly what we need right now."

Neeraj hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Prime Minister, if I may… appointing a scientist as Defence Minister is bound to raise questions. People will expect a politician, someone with experience in governance."

Rohan leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady. "Experience doesn't always mean competence, Neeraj. This isn't just about managing politics, it's about securing the future of our defense. Kothari understands the complexities of modern warfare, of technology, of innovation. That's what we need."

Neeraj nodded, recognizing the finality in Rohan's tone. "Shall I arrange for a meeting sir?"

"Yes," Rohan replied. "Get him here."

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The next morning Rohan sat behind his desk, reviewing the file in front of him.

Then a knock came.

It was Neeraj, his personal secretary, holding a fresh stack of papers.

He placed them on the desk before speaking.

"Dr. Kothari has arrived, sir," Neeraj said.

Rohan closed the file slowly and nodded. "Bring him in."

Neeraj stepped out, returning moments later with Kothari.

The man who entered was tall and carried an aura of quiet intellect.

His face bore the lines of wisdom, his eyes sharp and observant.

He was dressed modestly, befitting his life as a scientist rather than a politician or military leader.

Yet, there was something commanding about his presence.

"Dr. Kothari," Rohan said, rising from his chair and extending his hand. "Thank you for coming on such short notice."

"It's an honor to be here, Prime Minister," Kothari replied, shaking his hand firmly. "Your message seemed urgent."

Rohan gestured toward the chair opposite his desk. "Please, have a seat."

Kothari sat, his posture upright and his expression attentive.

Rohan leaned forward slightly, his hands clasped together on the desk.

"Doctor, I'll get straight to the point," Rohan began. "As you know, the loss of Sardar Patel has left a void in this nation not just emotionally, but in our leadership. The role of Defence Minister is vacant, and given the state of the world, it's a position we can't afford to leave unfilled."

Kothari nodded slowly but said nothing, waiting for Rohan to continue.

"You're probably wondering why I've called you here for this," Rohan said. "Let me explain. Our military is facing challenges that go far beyond traditional warfare. Technology, strategy, and innovation are becoming as important as boots on the ground. You've already laid the groundwork for this country's defense science infrastructure. I believe you're the right person to lead us forward not just as a scientific advisor, but as our Defence Minister."

Kothari's eyebrows lifted slightly, the first sign of surprise. "Prime Minister, I appreciate your confidence in me, but I'm not a politician. My expertise lies in research and development, not governance."

"That's exactly why I'm asking you," Rohan countered. "This isn't just about managing politics. It's about leading our defense forces into a new era. The Defence Minister doesn't just oversee the armed forces; they shape policy, guide strategy, and ensure that our military is prepared for every possible challenge. Who better to do that than someone who understands the intersection of science and defense as deeply as you do?"

Kothari leaned back slightly, his hands resting on the armrests of the chair. "I understand your reasoning, Prime Minister, but the role of Defence Minister is far more than just policy and strategy. It involves managing the military leadership, understanding field operations, and making decisions that affect the lives of soldiers. These are areas where I have no experience."

Rohan nodded, acknowledging the concern. "You're right, Doctor. The role is multifaceted. But that's why you won't be doing it alone. You'll have the support of the armed forces' top leadership seasoned generals and commanders who will advise you on military operations. Your focus will be on guiding the broader strategy, ensuring that our military isn't just reactive but proactive. That it's not just equipped for today but ready for tomorrow."

Kothari's expression remained thoughtful, but there was a flicker of interest in his eyes. "And you believe I can bring that kind of foresight?"

"I don't just believe it," Rohan said firmly. "I know it. Your track record speaks for itself. You've built institutions that didn't exist before, laid the foundation for defense science in this country, and created a culture of innovation. That's exactly what we need in this moment."

Kothari looked down for a moment, his mind clearly racing.

When he looked up again, his tone was measured. "If I were to accept this role, I would need certain assurances."

"Name them," Rohan said without hesitation.

"First, autonomy to make decisions," Kothari said. "I'll need the freedom to prioritize long-term goals over short-term gains."

"You'll have it," Rohan promised.

"Second," Kothari continued, "I'll need access to the best minds this country has to offer scientists, engineers, strategists. This isn't a job for one person; it's a collaborative effort."

"Consider it done," Rohan said.

"And finally," Kothari said, his tone sharpening, "I need to know that the political leadership, including you, will stand behind me if and when my decisions face resistance."

"You have my full support," Rohan replied. "And not just mine. The entire cabinet understands the importance of this role. You'll have the backing you need to succeed."

For the first time, Kothari allowed a small smile to cross his lips. "You make a compelling case, Prime Minister. Very well. I'll accept."

Rohan stood, extending his hand once more. "Thank you, Doctor. You're stepping into big shoes, but I have no doubt you'll fill them."

Kothari stood as well, shaking Rohan's hand firmly. "Sardar Patel set the foundation for this nation's unity and security. I'll do my best to honor that legacy."

After Kothari left, Rohan called Neeraj into the office. "Prepare the announcement," he said. "Dr. D.S. Kothari is our new Defence Minister."

"Yes, sir," Neeraj said, his tone more confident now. "I'll make the necessary arrangements."