Awakening of India - 1947

[A/N: Got a bit late, but here you go]

14th April, 1948

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the tarmac at Palam Airport as the Prime Ministerial aircraft's engines wound down to silence.

Arjun stepped onto Indian soil, feeling the weight of what had been accomplished in New York and of what still lay ahead. Delhi's humid air carried the familiar scents of dust and diesel, but today it seemed somewhat refreshing.

By evening, his South Block office had transformed into a command center. Sardar Patel occupied his usual chair, a stack of telegrams spread across his weathered hands.

General Cariappa and Admiral Katari flanked the desk, their presence a stark reminder that diplomacy and military reality were never far apart.

"Prime Minister," Patel began, unfolding the first telegram with deliberate care.

"The wires have been humming since your return. London first - Sir Edward Bridges confirms the initial British shipments are being prepped and will soon be loaded.

Industrial machinery, port components, textile equipment, overall, the first deliveries should reach Calcutta and Karachi within 2 months and the rest will be delivered by August. They're moving with unusual haste."

Arjun settled behind his desk, loosening his tie. Among his inner circle, the diplomatic mask could finally come off. "They're eager to begin settling their debts. That's good for both of us, I guess."

"Washington has been equally prompt," Patel continued, lifting another telegram.

"The Americans are dispatching agricultural equipment and technical engineers within a month or so. Their Commerce Secretary appears particularly enthusiastic about industrial partnership opportunities."

The third telegram brought a slight smile to Arjun's face. "And Moscow?"

"Comrade Gromyko sends his regards and confirmation that Soviet engineers who will be involved in the projects have been selected. Heavy machinery for the steel plants should arrive by July's end."

Patel set down the final telegram and met his Prime Minister's gaze directly. "They're all moving faster than we had anticipated."

General Cariappa cleared his throat. "Sir, regarding the humanitarian corridor—we've received confirmation that the first aid convoys are being assembled. The donor nations are pooling gold for the initial aid package in Geneva before shipping it to India."

Admiral Katari nodded. "Our naval units Delhi and Mysore stand ready to establish the maritime escort route. The Khan of Kalat has confirmed his cooperation with overland passage through Balochistan. We can commence operations within days."

Arjun's expression grew more serious. "Good. Remember gentlemen, this operation serves multiple purposes. Yes, it addresses the humanitarian crisis, but it also demonstrates our regional authority while generating significant resources for our development programs.

I want absolute professionalism. The world will be watching how we handle this responsibility."

"Understood, sir," both military chiefs replied in unison.

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The next morning brought a different kind of gathering. The gathering Arjun himself has ordered.

The conference hall buzzed with nervous energy as India's industrial elite filed in. J.R.D. Tata adjusted his glasses, surveying the room with keen interest. G.D. Birla whispered something to Kasturbhai Lalbhai of Arvind Mills.

The Walchand brothers sat together in quiet conference, while representatives from Godrej, Larsen & Toubro, and a dozen other major companies took their seats. These were men accustomed to being summoned by no one. Yet here they were.

Arjun entered without fanfare, walking directly to a polished wooden chair kept at the center. The room fell silent instantly.

"Gentlemen," he began, his voice carrying easily to the back of the hall, "As you must be aware, India has recently secured its place as a major world power. We are now a permanent member of the UN Security Council.

We have established ourselves as the dominant force in South Asia. And...we have secured commitments from the world's leading industrial nations to assist in our development."

He gestured to the map that he brought with him, with its expanded borders clearly marked. "But foreign assistance, however generous, cannot build the India that we envision. That requires Indian capital, Indian expertise, and Indian determination."

J.R.D. Tata leaned forward slightly. As the most prominent industrialist present, he knew the others would look to him for cues on how to respond to whatever proposal was coming.

"We stand at an intersection," Arjun continued, beginning to pace slowly. "Where, either we can continue the fragmented approach of the colonial era, competing amongst ourselves for scraps, constrained by small thinking and provincial concerns.

Or...we can embrace something unprecedented, a coordinated national industrial effort that will transform this subcontinent within a generation."

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. "The government has secured partnerships with British firms for textile modernization and industrial equipment—ports, lathes, mills, foundries, precision manufacturing tools, standardization systems.

American companies will provide agricultural expertise and technology for cement, concrete, electrical grids, railroads, and dam construction. And finally, Soviet engineers will oversee our heavy industry development."

G.D. Birla raised his hand slightly. "Prime Minister, what exactly are you proposing?"

Arjun stopped pacing and faced the assembled industrialists directly.

"I'm proposing a strategic partnerships. Joint ventures in-between your firms, the government, and our foreign partners. Tata and Birla will lead steel and heavy engineering initiatives alongside Soviet technical teams.

Bombay Dyeing and Raymond will modernize textile production with British expertise. Scindia Steam Navigation will oversee port and shipping expansion."

He continued, "The rest like Tata Chemicals, Godrej, Larsen & Toubro, Walchand Group, etc, will also be taking part in the industrial sectors in which they fit."

The room stirred with quiet murmurs as the implications became clear.

"It must be clear gentlemen that this is not a request," Arjun said, his voice taking on a harder edge.

"This is a national imperative. The age of purely private enterprise serving purely private interests is ending. We are building a modern state, and that requires coordination, planning, and sacrifice from everyone."

Kasturbhai Lalbhai shifted uncomfortably. "And if we choose not to participate?"

Arjun gave a fake smile. "Then you might find yourselves increasingly irrelevant as the new India emerges around you. Government contracts, exclusive import licenses, industrial permits—these flow to those who demonstrate commitment to national priorities." Up%lo.a+d+e#d by the M@|$V&|-L(@EMP.Y*R&) te#am&.

The veiled threat hung in the air like a sword.

"However," Arjun continued, his tone warming slightly, "those who embrace this vision will be at the center of the greatest industrial expansion in Indian history. The profits will be substantial and the opportunities will be unprecedented.

But they will come through service to the nation, not in spite of it."

He returned to the map, placing his palm flat against the expanded borders. "Gentlemen, we have expanded our territory, secured our strategic position, and gained access to resources the old India could only dream of.

Coal and other raw materials from the new territories, ports from Samudrapuri (Karachi) to Shwetagram (Chittagong), steel plants that will rival Britain's and US's, this is our moment."

The silence stretched taut as a bowstring. These men had built industrial empires under British rule, navigating colonial restrictions and competing for scraps. Now they were being offered the chance to build something far greater, but under distinctly Indian direction.

J.R.D. Tata was the first to break the silence. "Prime Minister, the Tata Group has always been committed to India's development. We are prepared to participate fully in this national effort."

One by one, the others followed. Some with enthusiasm, others with a bit of reluctance, but all with the recognition that they can't play by old rules any longer.

As the meeting concluded and the industrialists filed out in hushed conversations, Patel approached Arjun. "So? You think they'll remain committed and actually cooperate?"

Arjun watched the last of them disappear through the doorway. "They'll cooperate because they have no choice. And because, ultimately, we're offering them something they've never had before—the chance to build not just businesses, but a nation."

Outside, the Delhi evening settled over the capital like a familiar shawl. In boardrooms across the city, urgent meetings were already being convened.

The industrial titans of India were about to discover that the greatest opportunity of their lives came with strings attached, strings that led directly to the Prime Minister's office.