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Vansh was mildly surprised when he was ushered in through the silent corridors of the most important building in India silently. It was well beyond the working hours, but this part of the building was, to say the least, a top secret. And why did I think of coming here? Vansh thought. The flight he had caught was normal, and so was the ride to the most important area in the country, the Raisina Hill, but what had happened afterwards was not. Apparently one of the restrictions on his creds was not the ability to go knocking on the Prime Minister's Office at 11 O' clock at night. The PM's secretary was the one who greeted Vansh in the waiting room after he had a talk with the front man. This had been easier than the last time. The last time he met with the PM in his own office was when he

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