Tashkent’s Bitter Peace – Shastri Dies, Ayub Humiliated

**(Scene 1: The Ceasefire's Heavy Silence – January 4, 1966, Lahore GHQ)** 

The war room was thick with cigarette smoke and unspoken frustration. Field Marshal Ayub Khan sat at the head of the table, his uniform immaculate but his face drawn. Maps of Kashmir and Punjab lay scattered, marked with red arrows that had gone nowhere. 

*"Seventeen days of fighting. Thousands dead. And for what?"* Defense Minister Zulfikar Ali Bhutto's voice was a blade. *"We had them by the throat in Chawinda. Their armor was burning!"* 

Ayub exhaled slowly, tapping his fingers on the table. *"And our cities were under threat of Indian bombers. Moscow and Washington both demanded we stand down."* 

Bhutto's fist hit the table. *"We should have pushed! One more week, and we could have taken Akhnur—cut off their supply lines!"* 

General Musa, ever the cautious soldier, shook his head. *"At what cost? Our reserves were depleted. Ammunition stocks critical. The Soviets were already funneling weapons to Delhi."* 

Ayub's eyes flicked to the telegram from U.S. President Lyndon Johnson—*"Immediate cessation recommended before escalation becomes nuclear."* 

The room fell silent. 

**(Scene 2: The Soviet Invitation – January 5, 1966, Rawalpindi)** 

The Russian ambassador's car rolled through the gates of Ayub House. Inside, the vodka was already poured. 

*"Premier Kosygin wishes to host peace talks in Tashkent,"* the ambassador said smoothly. *"A neutral location. A fresh start."* 

Ayub swirled his glass. *"And if we refuse?"* 

*"Then the Security Council will impose terms. Less... favorable ones."* 

Bhutto, standing by the window, didn't turn around. *"We're being cornered."* 

Ayub set down his drink. *"Tell Kosygin we accept."* 

**(Scene 3: Arrival in Tashkent – January 10, 1966, Uzbekistan)** 

Snow crunched under Ayub's boots as he stepped onto the tarmac. Across the airfield, Indian Prime Minister Lal Bahadur Shastri descended from his plane—small, frail, but with the weight of a nation's vengeance in his eyes. 

Kosygin greeted them both with cold smiles. *"History will thank you for this."* 

That night, in his dacha, Ayub stared at the draft agreement. *"Return to pre-war borders. No territorial gains. No discussion of Kashmir."* 

Bhutto, reading over his shoulder, laughed bitterly. *"So we bleed for nothing."* 

**(Scene 4: The Midnight Negotiations – January 11, 1966, Soviet HQ)** 

Shastri coughed into a handkerchief. *"My people demand justice for the raids on our cities."* 

Ayub leaned forward. *"And mine for the butchery in East Pakistan. But this is about survival now."* 

Kosygin's aide slid a revised clause across the table—*"Both sides withdraw forces to August 5, 1965 positions."* 

Bhutto's pen hovered. *"Sign this, and you erase every soldier's sacrifice."* 

Ayub's hand didn't tremble as he signed. 

**(Scene 5: The Death That Shook the World – January 11, 1966, 1:32 AM)** 

A scream echoed through the halls. 

*"Shastri Sahib! Someone help!"* 

The Indian PM lay on the floor, lips blue, clutching his chest. A doctor rushed in—too late. 

Ayub stood frozen in the doorway. *"Heart attack?"* 

Kosygin's face was unreadable. *"Convenient timing."* 

**(Scene 6: The Return Home – January 12, 1966, Karachi Airport)** 

The crowds at the airport were thin. No cheers. No garlands. 

A reporter shouted: *"Will you comment on rumors the CIA poisoned Shastri?"* 

Ayub kept walking. 

In the car, Bhutto finally spoke. *"They'll blame us. This will haunt us for decades."* 

Ayub watched the streets pass by. *"We gambled. We lost."* 

**(Scene 7: The Betrayal's Aftermath – February 1966, Parliament Debates)** 

Bhutto's resignation letter lay open on Ayub's desk. 

*"I cannot defend a peace that dishonors our dead."* 

Outside, students burned effigies. *"Ayub murdabad!"* 

The Field Marshal poured himself a whiskey. Alone.