Possible Ally in Tibet: CIA

The dim light of the desk lamp illuminated Rohan's study as he sat in his chair.

It was past midnight, and the city outside was silent, but Rohan's mind raced with thoughts of the reports piling up on his desk.

Even with him strengthening India, the world was once again following the same chain of history.

The ringing of the secure phone on his desk broke the quiet.

He leaned forward and picked it up, his voice steady despite the late hour. "Rao, I need you to come to my residence immediately."

"Yes, Prime Minister," came the calm reply from the other end. "I'll be there in twenty minutes."

Rao arrived promptly, his posture as composed as ever despite the hour.

He entered Rohan's study, where the Prime Minister greeted him with a nod, motioning for him to sit.

A steaming cup of tea awaited him, a gesture Rohan often used to put his closest confidants at ease.