Lala Gehlot, clad in a crisp navy blue suit, exuded an air of authority as he briskly walked through the echoing corridors of power. His polished shoes echoed against the marble floor, setting a steady rhythm. With each step, his expression remained stoic, betraying no hint of the questions racing through his mind.

His military background was reflected in the precise posture, and the gold insignia on his uniform glistened. The weight of responsibility sat squarely on his shoulders as the Defence Minister, yet a subtle determination shone in his eyes.

As he approached the Prime Minister's office, the hushed whispers of passing officials only added to the intrigue surrounding his meeting. Lala Gehlot's hand, adorned with a gold-rimmed watch, tightened around a confidential file he carried-a document that held the potential to unravel the mysteries entwined in the political corridors. The anticipation hung in the air as he reached the door, ready to face the enigmatic exchange that awaited him within.

Lala Gehlot entered the Prime Minister's office with a firm yet respectful nod, his demeanour radiating confidence. The Prime Minister, seated behind a large mahogany desk, acknowledged him with a welcoming smile.

"Prime Minister, thank you for granting me this audience," Gehlot began his voice a measured blend of formality and familiarity.

The Prime Minister reciprocated, "Lala, always a pleasure. What brings you here today?"

"Work as usual, Sir."

"Do take a seat, Lala. And do away with these formalities."

Gehlot smiled in a measured and formal manner and gracefully sat down in one of the plush chairs in front of the Prime Minister. The Prime Minister's secretary called for tea and left the two men alone.

"How are you doing, Lala?" The Prime Minister was nothing if not pleasant.

"I am good, Sir. I wanted to discuss the procurement of high-level aircraft from one of our allies. The plan has been in the pipeline for some time now, as you know." Gehlot's eyes, sharp and observant, briefly scanned the room before settling back on the Prime Minister.

"Ah! Yes. What do you have there? Let's see."

Lala Gehlot, maintaining his composed demeanour, produced a folder containing detailed plans for the procurement of high-level aircraft. He handed it to the Prime Minister, who leaned forward with a keen interest.

"Prime Minister, these aircraft come with advanced technology and capabilities. They would significantly enhance our defence capabilities, especially considering the evolving geopolitical landscape," Gehlot explained, his tone measured yet persuasive.

The Prime Minister, flipping through the documents, nodded thoughtfully. "Impressive. The timing indeed seems crucial for such an acquisition. How do you propose we move forward?"

Gehlot, seizing the opportunity, outlined a strategic plan for negotiations and potential collaborations with the ally. "I suggest we leverage our diplomatic ties and explore avenues for a mutually beneficial agreement. This not only strengthens our defence but also fosters a stronger alliance."

The Prime Minister, considering the proposal, looked up. "And the financial aspect? We need to ensure it aligns with our budgetary constraints."

Gehlot, displaying his expertise, provided a detailed breakdown of the financial implications and potential avenues for funding. "I've worked on a proposal that ensures fiscal responsibility while securing the best possible terms for our nation."

The Prime Minister, nodding approvingly, handed back the folder. "Well done, Lala. Proceed with the necessary steps. Keep me updated on the progress, and let's ensure this procurement enhances our national security."

The air in the room grew still as the weight of their respective thoughts hung between them. Lala Gehlot, contemplating the right moment, observed the Prime Minister's reflective silence. His sharp eyes gauged the subtle nuances in the atmosphere.

Meanwhile, the Prime Minister, lost in contemplation, finally broke the silence. "Lala, there's something more on your mind. I can sense it. Speak freely."

Gehlot seized the opportunity, choosing his words carefully. "Prime Minister, I can't help but wonder about the change in the plans regarding Rajveer's case. It has left me with questions, and I seek clarity."

The Prime Minister, meeting Gehlot's gaze, acknowledged the inquiry with a measured nod. "Ah! Yes. Rajveer's case! Rajveer's case is delicate, Lala. Certain circumstances compelled a shift in approach. National security is at stake, and not all details can be disclosed openly."

Gehlot, though respecting the sensitivity, pressed on. "I've dedicated my life to serving this nation. If there's a threat, I need to understand. Is there a reason for this change that I'm not aware of? I was overseeing the investigation directly. Was there a specific reason for this alteration?"

The Prime Minister sighed, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. "Lala, trust in the decisions made. There are complexities beyond what's apparent. Your duty lies in safeguarding the nation, and sometimes that means accepting the need for discretion."

A tense silence prevailed which was broken by the PM. "How is your son doing, Lala Sahab?"

A small smile flitted on the face of the Defence Minister, the only sign of his acknowledgement. "He is good, Sir. As you know, he is still stationed in KMA."

"Rajveer is one of a kind, so brave, so courageous. You are lucky to have such a son, Lala Sahab."

"If there is one thing in my life which I am proud of, then it is my son -Rajveer, Sir. And honestly, I have done nothing to deserve it."

"He is your heir?" The Prime Minister wanted to know.

"There is no one else, Sir. And that is why I wanted to know the reason behind the sudden shift in investigation formalities. I wanted to punish the culprits who had dared to frame my son."

"And that is precisely why I did not inform you, my friend."

"What is that supposed to mean, Sir? Have there been questions regarding my honesty? I assure you..."

The Prime Minister raised a hand to stall the indignant reply of the Defence Minister. "Quite the contrary, Lala. It has been opined that with you at the helm of the affairs, the real culprit would do everything in his or her power to hide the evidence. When you are away from the case, they will become a bit carefree."

"But very few people are aware of my relationship with Rajveer, Sir. I now believe had it been known earlier, such an incident would never have occurred. I blame Rajveer and his burning desire to be anonymous."

"We never know, Lala Sahab. But I feel you should be away from the case for a while. Besides, it was the intelligence department's decision and they do have a certain level of autonomy in their internal cases."

Lala Gehlot was far from satisfied. The Prime Minister's voice, calm yet firm, cut through the tension in the room. "Lala Sahab, your son's courage is unquestionable, and your pride in him is well-founded. However, the decision to distance you from the case wasn't a reflection of your integrity. It was a strategic move to ensure an unbiased investigation."

Lala Gehlot, though visibly conflicted, listened intently as the Prime Minister continued, "Your connection with Rajveer, while a source of strength, could potentially cloud the objectivity needed for a thorough investigation. The intelligence department believes this change will bring a fresh perspective to the case."

Gehlot's gaze remained unwavering. "Sir, I understand the need for objectivity, but it pains me to be kept in the dark about matters involving my son. I only wish to see justice served."

The Prime Minister nodded empathetically. "Lala Sahab, your commitment to justice is commendable. Sometimes, sacrifices are made for the greater good. Rest assured, we're working towards the truth, and your son's name will be cleared."

Gehlot, still grappling with the conflict of duty and paternal instincts, reluctantly accepted, "If it ensures justice, then so be it. I trust your judgment, Sir, but my heart aches not being able to fight for my son."

The Prime Minister clasped Gehlot's shoulder reassuringly. "I value your dedication, Lala Sahab. Let the investigation unfold without interference, and we'll ensure that justice prevails for Rajveer."

Gehlot, though not entirely satisfied, nodded understandingly. "As you say, Prime Minister. My commitment remains unwavering. I'll focus on the tasks at hand and ensure our nation's security is paramount."

The Prime Minister, appreciating Gehlot's loyalty, concluded, "That's what I expect, Lala. We navigate these complexities together, with the nation's best interests at heart."

As they navigated the delicate balance between duty and personal ties, the room held the weight of unspoken concerns and a shared understanding of the sacrifices demanded by the corridors of power.

Lala Gehlot, his stoic demeanour masking the turmoil within, stepped out of the Prime Minister's office. The corridors echoed with the weight of unanswered questions that gnawed at his mind. Loyalty had defined his relationship with the Prime Minister, but this decision had shaken the foundation of that trust.

As he navigated through the bustling corridors, Gehlot couldn't shake off the feeling that troubles loomed on the horizon. The unspoken intricacies of power dynamics had thrust him into an unfamiliar territory, and the lack of consultation stung.

He pondered his next move, realizing that the time had come for him to assert himself. Being the right-hand man had always meant being privy to crucial decisions, and this exclusion left a bitter taste. There was a need for clarity, not just for his sake but for the apparent justice he sought for his son. But more than that, he needed to keep an eye on KMA now.

The burning questions within him fueled a resolve to delve deeper into the mysteries surrounding the case and the elusive Red Box. Gehlot understood that the political landscape demanded strategic moves, and he was prepared to make his next move with calculated precision.

As he walked through the corridors of power, Lala Gehlot's mind buzzed with a newfound determination. The time had come for him to navigate the shadows, seeking the truth that eluded him and reclaiming the position of influence that seemed to be slipping through his fingers.

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Hello People,

How are you all doing? The fourth part of the story is here and the scene with Gehlot stretched a bit. Though I did cross out a lot of unnecessary stuff, it remains an important conversation.

Any ideas on what Gehlot is planning to do next?

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Till next time,

Love, ~Flavia