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Neeraj entered the office quietly, his eyes scanning the room before settling on Rohan. "You look like you've seen a ghost,Sir" Neeraj said, trying to lighten the mood.

Rohan managed a faint smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "In a way, I have," he replied, tapping the report with his finger. "This transaction it's connected to Gupta Logistics."

Neeraj's smile vanished. "I thought we dismantled that network."

"So did I," Rohan said, leaning back in his chair. "But this account, it's tied to one of the operatives we arrested last year. He's in prison, but somehow, money is still flowing through his name."

Neeraj pulled up a chair and sat down across from Rohan. "Do we think he's still involved, or is someone using his name to throw us off?"

"That's the question," Rohan replied. "Rao's team is looking into it, but we need to be careful. If the mastermind behind the coup is still out there, this could be their way of testing the waters or this could be a mistake. It can be anything "

Neeraj nodded, his expression growing more serious. "What's the plan?"

"I've called a meeting with Rao and Atma Jayaram," Rohan said, closing the file. "We need to figure out our next steps. But whatever we do, it has to be discreet. If word gets out that we're reopening the investigation, it could cause a panic or worse, tip off whoever is behind this."

Neeraj sighed, rubbing his forehead as if trying to slighten the headache that was sure to follow. "We've come a long way in the past year. The last thing we need is to let this blow up before we're ready."

They sat in silence for a moment, the tension thick in the air. Rohan could see the worry in Neeraj's eyes, and he knew it mirrored his own.

Finally, Neeraj stood up. "I'll get everything set for the meeting. We'll get to the bottom of this, Sir. We have to."

Rohan watched as Neeraj left the room, then turned his attention back to the report, the words blurring slightly as his mind raced.

The meeting was set for later that evening. As Rohan waited for Rao and Atma to arrive, he found himself pacing the length of his office, unable to sit still.

When Rao and Atma finally entered the room, Rohan felt a flicker of relief. These were men he trusted ,men who will always stand by him during the worst of the crisis.

If anyone could help him go through this new threat, it was them.

"Thank you both for coming," Rohan began, motioning for them to sit. His voice sounded steadier than he felt. "We have a situation. I'm sure Neeraj briefed you, but I want to go over everything again."

Rao nodded, his face serious, eyes narrowed with focus. "He did. We've been tracing the funds, but the trail goes cold after the money leaves the offshore accounts. It's clear someone's trying to cover their tracks."

"Atma," Rohan said, turning to the head of the Intelligence Bureau, "I need your team on this as well. Rao's people are working on the financial side, but we need to dig deeper into this operative's background. Look into his contacts, any visitors he's had, anything that might give us a clue about what's going on."

Atma, sharp-eyed and intense, nodded. "We'll start right away. If this operative knows something, we'll find out."

Rohan leaned forward, his hands clasped tightly together on the desk. "This could be our chance to finally get to the bottom of this. I don't want to miss it. But we have to be smart. We can't afford to make any mistakes."

Rao cleared his throat, his eyes shifting slightly as if weighing his next words carefully. "Prime Minister, we've been down this road before. If this is connected to the mastermind, they're going to be watching us just as closely as we're watching them. We have to move quickly, but we also have to be careful."

"I know," Rohan replied, his voice steady but his mind racing. "And that's why we're keeping this within a small circle. Only the people in this room and Neeraj know the full scope of the investigation. We can't let this leak."

The room fell into a heavy silence as the weight of the situation settled over them. Rohan knew that this was a pivotal moment.

The decisions they will made in the coming days would determine the future of the country. If they succeeded, they could finally close the book on the coup and secure the progress they had made. But if they failed...

"Rao, Atma," Rohan said, breaking the silence, "I trust you both to handle this with the utmost discretion. Keep me updated on any developments, no matter how small. And if you find anything, anything at all that could lead us to the mastermind I want to know immediately."

Both men nodded, their faces etched with the same determination Rohan felt. "We won't let you down, Prime Minister," Atma said, his voice firm.

As they left the room, Rohan let out a long breath, the tension in his chest easing only slightly. The pressure was immense, but he knew he couldn't let it show.

The country needed him to be strong, to lead them through whatever came next.

Over the next few days, the investigation ramped up. Rao's team worked tirelessly, tracing the financial transactions through a web of shell companies and offshore accounts.

Atma's team, meanwhile, focused on the operative in prison, questioning him and digging into his past. But as the hours turned into days, it became clear that this wouldn't be a quick or easy process.

Rohan received regular updates, each one more frustrating than the last. The financial trail was slippery, the connections difficult to pin down.

And the operative in prison remained tight-lipped, insisting that he knew nothing about the recent transactions.

It was possible that he was telling the truth that he had been cut out of the loop. But Rohan couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story.

One evening, just as Rohan was beginning to lose hope, Neeraj walked into his office with a new file in hand..

His expression was grim, and Rohan immediately knew that something significant had been uncovered.

"What is it?" Rohan asked, his voice tight with anticipation, his heart thudding in his chest.

Neeraj handed over the file. "We found a connection. It's not what we expected."

Rohan opened the file, his eyes scanning the contents quickly. As he read, a cold fury began to build in his chest, tightening with every word.

The money trail had led to someone within his own government, a high-ranking official who had been a trusted ally during the crisis. The betrayal was almost too much to process.

"This can't be right," Rohan muttered, more to himself than to Neeraj.

"I'm afraid it is," Neeraj replied, his voice heavy with the weight of the truth. "The evidence is solid. This official has been receiving payments through a series of offshore accounts, all linked to the same network we've been tracking."

Rohan felt the room closing in around him. "How long have they been doing this?"

"It's hard to say," Neeraj admitted, his face showing the strain of the past few days. "But it looks like they've been involved from the beginning, maybe even before the coup."

Rohan clenched his fists, the reality of the situation sinking in. After everything they had been through, after all the work they had done to rebuild and move forward, this betrayal cut deeper than any he had faced before.

"Who else knows about this?" Rohan asked, his voice barely controlled.

"Just us and Rao's team," Neeraj replied. "We've kept it contained, but we need to decide what to do next."

Rohan's mind raced. If this information got out, it could destroy everything they had worked for.

The trust they had rebuilt, the stability they had achieved, it could all come crashing down. But he also knew that they couldn't let this treachery go unpunished.

"We can't let this leak," Rohan said, his voice firm. "Not until we have all the pieces."

Neeraj nodded. "What's our next move?"

"We need to gather more evidence," Rohan replied. "We need to make sure that when we go public with this, we have an airtight case. And in the meantime, we need to keep a close eye on this official. If they suspect that we're onto them, they might try to cover their tracks."