Location: A Remote Village near Tawang, Arunachal Pradesh
Date: January 23, 2025 (Netaji Subhas Chandra Bose's 128th Birth Anniversary)
The night was cold. The wind howled through the dense forests of Arunachal, carrying whispers of a forgotten past. Amid the rustling leaves, a frail old man sat beside a dimly lit oil lamp in a wooden hut, flipping through a stack of yellowed, fragile papers. His wrinkled fingers traced the ink with care, as if touching history itself…
His name was Gurudutt Bhattacharya—the last surviving soldier of Netaji's Azad Hind Intelligence.
He had guarded a truth buried for 80 years. A truth that could change the fate of India.
But tonight, he knew his time was up.
A sudden knock at the door. Three slow taps. Then silence.
Gurudutt's hands trembled as he reached for the rusted revolver under his desk. He knew this day would come. The world had long forgotten Azad Hind, but its enemies had not.
The door creaked open. A shadow stood against the moonlight.
"Gurudutt-da," a deep voice called. "It's me. Aryan Sen. RAW."
A sigh of relief. And yet, Gurudutt knew—RAW was never truly a friend to history.
New Delhi, RAW Headquarters – 3 Hours Later
Major Aryan Sen stood with his arms crossed, his sharp eyes fixed on the classified Azad Hind papers spread before him. The smell of aged ink filled the air.
Across the table, his superior, Director Anil Mehta, lit a cigar. His face was expressionless, but Aryan could sense the tension.
"Are you telling me this document proves Netaji was alive after 1945?" Aryan asked, his voice firm.
Mehta exhaled a cloud of smoke. "It proves something worse."
He pushed forward an old telegram dated August 18, 1945—the day Bose was supposedly killed in a plane crash. The message was coded, but its meaning was clear:
"Operation Phoenix Initiated. Leader is Secure. Await Further Orders."
Aryan's pulse quickened. "Phoenix? What the hell does that mean?"
Mehta leaned in, his voice low. "It means Netaji never died. And if this information goes public, the India we know today will collapse."
The room fell into silence.
And then —
BOOM! A sudden explosion rocked the building.
The power cut. Alarms blared. Gunfire echoed through the corridors.
Aryan grabbed the documents, stuffing them into his jacket. Someone didn't want this truth to be known.
And they had just declared war.
Next Chapter: The Hunt Begins
Aryan barely escapes RAW HQ, but now he's being hunted—by his own agency and foreign spies. The truth about Netaji's fate is out, and every intelligence agency in the world wants it… or wants it buried forever.