As the train hurtled toward Bombay,Varun, guided by Daivik's tireless calculations, finalized the "Thunderbolt" plan.
The objective was clear: extract Savarkar swiftly and decisively.
Daivik began by constructing a comprehensive digital blueprint of Savarkar's location, mapping every security detail, blind spot, and potential escape route.
Varun, meanwhile, prepared his strike team—one he would form through strategic alliances with the Hindu Mahasabha—and secured his arsenal: prototype AK-47s equipped with silencers, flashbangs, and other precision tools.
Daivik would coordinate the operation in real-time, providing constant updates on security movement, identifying threats, and marking civilian zones to avoid.
The strike itself would be a whirlwind of calculated violence—swift entry, rapid neutralization, minimal engagement.
Savarkar would then be evacuated in a heavily modified high-speed vehicle, navigating a pre-planned escape route optimized by Daivik to evade pursuit.
To create this critical window of opportunity, Daivik would simultaneously trigger multiple controlled disruptions across Bombay—localized power outages, falsified police reports, and minor explosions—all designed to sow confusion and misdirect authority.
Communication lines would be jammed, delaying organized response.
Once extracted, Savarkar would be relocated to a fortified, secret location outside Bombay—a sanctuary prepared in advance by Daivik—where Varun could begin the most important phase: forging their alliance and mapping the future.
The Thunderbolt Plan, though surgically crafted, hinged on one crucial resource—wealth.
Varun, despite his superior intelligence and combat readiness, lacked the one currency that powered empires: money.
Ironically, the brutal dismantling of the Muslim royalties had unintentionally solved this problem.
In their desperation, many of these rulers had surrendered vast fortunes, lands, and priceless artifacts in the hope of mercy.
With Daivik's digital expertise, Varun orchestrated the seamless transfer of these assets into hidden vaults and converted holdings—effectively making him one of the wealthiest men in 1945 India.
But money alone wasn't enough.
To control it, to leverage it into true power, Varun needed more than gold—he needed an army. He needed loyalty.
The INA, with its discipline and nationalist fervor, and the Hindu Mahasabha, with its political influence and ideological network, were two perfect instruments.
Together, they formed the pillars of his envisioned resurgence—military muscle and ideological firepower.
Varun saw clearly: with his technological edge, strategic brilliance, and the infrastructure of these two organizations, he could forge a force that would be unstoppable.
The wealth he had acquired would now fund the modernization of weapons, the expansion of intelligence networks, and the establishment of secret factories and safe houses.
He would not just wage war against his enemies—he would reshape the nation.
Bombay
After a long, exhausting journey, the train finally screeched into the steamy heart of Bombay.
Varun, ever focused, knew his first priority was to establish contact with the Hindu Mahasabha.
He recalled from history that, following Vinayak Damodar Savarkar's confinement, the organization's meetings were often held in nearby temples or at senior members' homes.
Daivik had already pinpointed the location—Dadar—where Savarkar was residing.
Making his way through the bustling streets, Varun arrived at a temple near Savarkar's home.
He approached a pandit, his tone calm but resolute."I seek information about V.D. Savarkar and his brother, Narayan Savarkar."
The pandit, though curious, showed no suspicion. The Savarkars' influence was well-known in the area, their work no secret to the locals.
"Narayan Savarkar," the pandit replied, "comes here every morning to offer prayers to Lord Shiva. It's nearly dusk now. If you wish to meet him, return at dawn."
Varun paused to consider. Every hour was precious—he couldn't waste time wandering the city in search of lodging.
"Pandit ji," he asked respectfully, "may I rest here, at the foot of the temple? I wish to speak with Narayan Savarkar first thing in the morning."
The pandit, a man of gentle spirit, looked at him kindly."Of course, my son," he said warmly. "You are welcome here. But the night can be cool."
He stepped into a side alcove and returned with a simple woven sheet."Here," he offered, "this will give you some warmth. May Lord Shiva watch over you."
Varun bowed his head in gratitude."Thank you for your kindness, pandit ji."
He settled down at the temple's base, the stone floor cool beneath him, the coarse sheet offering some comfort against the chill.
As twilight deepened and the city quieted, Varun's mind raced. Meeting Narayan Savarkar was critical.
Daivik's files were clear: after Vinayak, Narayan was the Mahasabha's second-most influential figure—responsible for operations, propaganda, and political engagement. A tactician. A gatekeeper. A man of action.
'Although there were three brothers but the eldest passed away weeks before we came here.'
The current Mahasabha President is :Dr. Syama Prasad Mookerjee, currently in delhi.
Varun recognized the stroke of fortune: the first person he needed to approach was deeply entrenched in the Mahasabha's command structure.
To succeed, he would need to convince him—not just with words, but with vision, precision, and strength.
Narayan Savarkar, known for his intellect and unwavering principles, would be a tough ally to earn—but once earned, a powerful one.
As thoughts of strategy and diplomacy swirled in his head, sleep finally crept in.
Beneath the ancient temple, with only stone and silence as his companions, Varun drifted into uneasy dreams—his mind churning with political schemes, battle plans, and the dawning possibility of a new India.