Kidnapping Subash Chandra Bose

9th August 1945

09:00 PM

Surya sat alone in his study, the dim glow of the desk lamp barely illuminating the scattered papers on his desk. His mind was already burdened by many thoughts.

The calendar on the wall read August 9, 1945, and all he could think about was the approaching disaster—the tragic death of Subhas Chandra Bose.

Bose, the leader of the Azad Hind Fauj, was days away from a tragic plane crash that history would record as an accident. But Surya knew better. His memories and the evidence from his past life told him the truth—it wasn't just an accident. It was an assassination, a deliberate plot to prevent Bose from seeking Japanese assistance for India's freedom.

Surya couldn't let that happen. Bose's death would create a gap in India's independence struggle, one that would change the country's future. Now, with the knowledge he had, Surya had a chance to rewrite history. But time was running out. He needed to act fast. The question was: how?

Leaning back in his chair, Surya thought about this. Stopping the crash meant going up against powerful forces—people with vested interests in silencing Bose. But fear wouldn't help. He needed a plan.

His thoughts raced through the possibilities. Was it the British? The Japanese? Or someone from the INC? It didn't matter who was behind it. What mattered was preventing Bose from boarding that plane. But how could he reach him? How could he convince Bose to change his plans?

Surya glanced at the newspaper on his desk, which detailed Bose's recent movements. The man was on a mission, gathering support for India's independence with massive energy. He knows, that Bose wasn't someone who could easily be swayed. Proofs were the only thing that could convince him, and Surya didn't have any evidence that would make sense to him.

However, Surya had no choice. He couldn't sit idly by and let history repeat itself.

A sudden thought struck him—Japan. Bose was headed to Japan, but the country was already in ruins. The war had devastated it, and the Japan was going to surrender in just a few days. If he could convince Bose that Japan's defeat was inevitable, that they were no longer a powerful ally, perhaps Bose would reconsider his trip.

Surya stood up, pacing the room. He needed someone close to Bose, someone who could help him get this message across. But who? He couldn't just walk up to Bose and explain everything. The knowledge he carried was dangerous, and it needed to be handled carefully.

His eyes glanced on the map of India hanging on the wall. He traced the cities, the battle lines, the British territories. Then, a name came to him—Uncle Rajan. Rajan wasn't a friend of Bose, but he was a fellow revolutionaries. Uncle Rajan had met him many times through his work with the Bharat Swatantra Sangh. If he could reach Uncle Rajan, there was a chance to save Bose.

Surya quickly scribbled down a message, choosing his words with care. He couldn't reveal too much but had to convey the urgency of the situation. The note read:

"Uncle Rajan,

There is great danger ahead for Subhas Chandra Bose. His plans to travel to Japan must be reconsidered immediately. The situation there is far worse than we imagined, and further involvement could lead to disaster. Please, do whatever it takes to delay his departure. We cannot afford to lose him now."

He folded the note, sealed it, and called one of his men. "Make sure this reaches Uncle Rajan directly," Surya instructed firmly. "No one else must see this."

As the messenger left, Surya sat back down, his heart still racing. Would the message reach uncle Rajan in time? Would he take it seriously? Even if uncle Rajan did, could they really change the course of history?

Surya's eyes fell on the calendar again. He knew Bose was scheduled to board the plane on the 17th or 18th, with the crash happening on the 18th of August. He had less than ten days to prevent the disaster. If necessary, he was willing to go to extreme—even if it meant kidnapping Subhas Chandra Bose to keep him safe.

One way or another, Surya had to stop him from boarding that plane.

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August 14, 1945

The news Surya had been anticipating arrived this morning—Uncle Rajan had failed. His message hadn't reached Subhas Chandra Bose in time. Bose was already on his way to board the plane, exactly as history recorded. For many, he had hoped that a simple warning would be enough to change the course of events, but now it was clear that wasn't going to happen.

"He would have to kidnap Bose."

The thought had first crossed his mind as a last resort, something he never thought he'd actually have to do. Bose was a proud and determined man; convincing him to change his mind would be hard enough. But to force him into hiding, to take him against his will? It was a desperate move. But desperate times required desperate measures.

Surya had spent countless hours thinking about how to prevent Bose's death, and this was the only option left. If Bose disappeared just before the flight, those who were plotting his assassination would be thrown into confusion. They wouldn't be sure whether he had boarded the plane or not. With that uncertainty, they might hesitate or abort their plan altogether.

But how was he going to pull it off? Bose was surrounded by loyalists. He was a leader, always accompanied by people who looked up to him and protected him. Surya had no illusions that this would be easy. But he had resources—men who were willing to follow him, even into the most dangerous situations. And they knew how to work quietly, without attracting too much attention.

Surya pulled out a map, his eyes scanning the flight path. Bose was expected to board in two days, on the 17th of August, and the crash was supposed to happen on the 18th. He had less than 48 hours, but he had one advantage: he knew exactly where Bose would be.

He called in two of his most trusted men—Raghav and Arjun, both former soldiers who had been with him in the Bharat Swatantra Sangh for years with his father. They were men who understood the risks. After explaining the situation, Surya laid out the plan.

"We'll intercept Bose just before he reaches the airstrip," Surya said, pointing to a location on the map. "There's a stretch of road leading to the airfield that's isolated. No witnesses, minimal security."

"Do we expect resistance?" Raghav asked, always the practical one.

"Possibly," Surya admitted. "After all, Bose isn't traveling with a large group, but his inner circle will be there. We can't afford a fight. It has to be quick, clean. We get him into the car and disappear."

Arjun, who had been silent up until now, nodded. "And then what? Where do we take him?"

Surya paused for a moment, then said, "We'll bring him to a safe house, somewhere outside the city. He'll be angry, there's no doubt, but once the immediate danger passes, I'll explain everything."

It was a gamble, and they all knew it. Bose wasn't the kind of man who took kindly to being forced into hiding. But if Surya could buy enough time—just enough to stop him from boarding that plane—it might be enough to save his life.

"Let's move quickly," Surya said, his voice steady. "We don't have much time."

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August 17, 1945

The sun had already risen when Surya and his team reached the road leading to the airstrip. They parked the car behind a grove of trees, out of sight but close enough to move quickly when Bose's clasic Jeep approached. The tension in the car was high. After all, they not only had to kidnap Bose but also escape from both the British and Indian revolutionaries.

Raghav kept an eye on the road while Arjun checked their gear one last time. The plan was simple: block the road, take Bose, and disappear like ghost. No one could know what happened before they came to sense.

Finally, the sound of an approaching vehicle broke the stillness. A military jeep appeared in the distance, moving quickly. It was Bose's convoy.

"That's them," Surya said quietly. "Get ready."

Raghav drove their car into the middle of the road, forcing the jeep to slow down. Before anyone inside could react, Surya and Arjun were already moving. They reached the jeep in seconds, guns drawn but not raised.

"What's the meaning of this?" one of Bose's men demanded, stepping out of the vehicle, but before he could draw his weapon, Raghav had him restrained. It was fast, just as they had planned.

Surya approached the passenger seat, where Bose sat. He looked calm, but his eyes were sharp, taking in the situation. "Who are you, and what do you think you're doing?" Bose asked.

[A/N: Well, there is a little bit of difference from the original. Subhas Chandra Bose may have never returned to India from the Germany, and it is said that he took the plane from Bangkok to Japan and died in Taipei, Taiwan. And another reason to kidnap Subash Chandra Bose was actually very easy, afterall he was the one who convinced the Hitler and Japan to help India against the British, obviously there is lot of water in it.

(And I am not to write so much about that thing.)

So, to maintain the plot, I have changed a few things.]