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In midst of all this India survived, merged with Nepal, and emerged stronger than before. The economy was thriving, and politically, they were more stable than ever.

But Rohan couldn't shake the feeling that something was still wrong. The calm was fragile, and underneath it, the tension was building, like a storm waiting to break.

A soft knock on the door broke the silence. Neeraj, his most trusted aide, entered the room.

He was holding a slim file in his hands, his expression serious. "Sir, the latest intelligence report from R&AW," he said, placing the file on Rohan's desk.

Rohan turned and studied Neeraj's face. There was something there, a trace of unease that he hadn't seen in a while. "What's going on, Neeraj? You look troubled."

Neeraj hesitated, his fingers gripping the file a little tighter. "There's something in the report that I thought you should see immediately. It's a financial transaction, linked to Gupta Logistics."

The name sent a chill down Rohan's spine. Gupta Logistics had been a key player in the coup, supplying weapons and coordinating movements.

After the coup was crushed, the company had seemingly disappeared, its assets frozen, its leaders either arrested or on the run. They had dismantled the network, or so Rohan had believed.

"Gupta Logistics," Rohan repeated slowly, trying to keep his voice steady. "I thought we'd dealt with them."

"That's what we all thought," Neeraj said, his voice low. "But this transaction, it's recent. Small, barely noticeable, but it's flagged because of the company's history. It might be nothing, but I didn't want to take any chances."

Rohan reached for the file, flipping it open. The transaction was minor, just a small amount of money moving through multiple accounts.

On its own, it wouldn't have raised any alarms. But the fact that it was linked to Gupta Logistics was enough to make Rohan's heart race. "Why am I just hearing about this now?"

Neeraj looked uncomfortable, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "It slipped through the cracks at first. Our systems didn't catch it immediately because of how small the amount was. But one of our analysts, a sharp kid, noticed the connection late last night. He flagged it, and it came to me this morning."

Rohan sighed, closing the file and placing it back on the desk. He stared at it for a long moment, his mind racing.

Had they really missed something this important? Was this just an innocent mistake, or was it something more sinister?

"Call K.N. Rao," Rohan said finally. "I want him on this right away."

Neeraj nodded and left the room quickly. Alone again, Rohan walked back to the window, trying to clear his mind.

The city looked peaceful, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was all an illusion. The mastermind behind the coup had never been found, and now, this small transaction felt like a warning, a sign that the storm was far from over.

K.N. Rao arrived within minutes, his usual calm and collected demeanor giving Rohan a measure of comfort.

Rao had been in charge of R&AW for years, and there was no one Rohan trusted more with matters of national security.

He took a seat across from Rohan, his eyes flicking to the file on the desk. "Neeraj said there's been a development."

Rohan pushed the file toward him. "This transaction. It's small, almost insignificant, but it's linked to Gupta Logistics."

Rao opened the file, his expression unreadable as he scanned the note. "It's a small amount, but it's been carefully routed through multiple channels. Whoever did this knew what they were doing. They were trying to stay under the radar."

"That's what worries me," Rohan said, leaning forward. "Could it be a test? A way to see if we're still paying attention?"

Rao nodded slowly. "It's possible. Or it could be the start of something larger. If Gupta Logistics is involved, it might mean their network is reactivating."

Rohan's heart sank. He had worked so hard to move the country forward, to bring peace and stability after the chaos of the coup. But if Gupta Logistics was back in play, it could undo everything. "We can't let this slip through the cracks, Rao. I need to know who's behind this, and I need to know now. I want your best people on this, and I want updates every day."

"You'll have them," Rao assured him. "I'll have my team dig deeper, see if there are any other transactions linked to Gupta Logistics that we've missed. We won't overlook anything."

As Rao left the office, Neeraj returned, looking more anxious than before. "Do you think this could be serious, sir?"

Rohan didn't answer right away. He walked back to his desk, his fingers tracing the edge of the file. "A year ago, we were caught off guard because we underestimated our enemies. We can't afford to make the same mistake twice. If this is connected to the coup, we need to act fast."

Neeraj nodded, his expression firm. "We'll stay vigilant, sir. We've come too far to let our guard down now."

Rohan nodded, but his mind was already racing ahead, trying to piece together what this could mean. The coup had left scars on the nation, and on him personally.

He remembered the sleepless nights, the constant fear that another attack was just around the corner. And now, it seemed those fears were returning.

He picked up the file again, staring at the small note about the transaction. It was a minor detail, something that could easily have been overlooked.

But it carried a weight that Rohan couldn't ignore. The calm after the storm had lulled them into a false sense of security, but now, the winds were starting to pick up again.

He thought back to the days immediately following the coup, when the streets of Delhi were filled with soldiers and police, when every phone call felt like it could bring news of another attack.

The Development and trade deals along with merger with Nepal had been a turning point, a way to solidify their strength and move forward.

But in the back of his mind, Rohan had always known that the danger wasn't truly gone. It had just gone underground, waiting for the right moment to resurface.

Neeraj broke the silence, his voice hesitant. "Sir, if I may... what if this is just a mistake? What if it's not connected to the coup at all?"

Rohan looked up at him, seeing the uncertainty in his eyes. "It's possible, Neeraj. But can we really afford to take that chance?"

Neeraj shook his head. "No, sir. We can't."

"Exactly," Rohan said, his voice firmer now. "We have to treat this like it's the beginning of something bigger. We have to be prepared for the worst."

Neeraj nodded again, but Rohan could see the doubt lingering in his expression. He couldn't blame him.

They had all been through so much over the past year, and the thought of facing another crisis was almost too much to bear. But Rohan knew they didn't have a choice. They had to be ready.

"Neeraj, I need you to do something for me," Rohan said after a long pause. "I want you to start going through everything related to Gupta Logistics from the past year. Every report, every piece of intelligence, no matter how small. If there's a connection, I want to find it before it's too late."

Neeraj's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded. "I'll get started right away, sir."

"Good," Rohan said, his tone final. "And Neeraj..."

"Yes, sir?"

"If you find anything, anything at all, you come straight to me. No delays, no bureaucracy. Understood?"

"Understood, sir," Neeraj said, his voice steady.

As Neeraj left the office, Rohan sank back into his chair, the weight of responsibility pressing down on him like never before.

He had fought so hard to bring the country through the storm, to guide them into calmer waters. But now, as the winds began to stir again, he realized that the storm was far from over.

The mastermind behind the coup was still out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike again.

And Rohan knew that if he didn't find them first, everything he had worked for, everything the country had achieved, could be lost in an instant.

He closed the file and set it aside, knowing that sleep would be hard to come by tonight. The calm had been deceptive, and now, as the storm clouds gathered once more, Rohan knew that he would have to face whatever was coming head-on.