Hello Mr. Major General (2)

Chapter 203 - Love's Sacrifice

At last I found the notebook 🥲.
Hope you all enjoyed the year 2023.
Thank you for all your love and patience.

Loads of love 🤗.

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The atmosphere in the reception room immediately turned icy cold.

General Rawat and Chairman Bhatt did not look happy. They had just extended an olive branch to the Prime
Minister on account of the fact that Devika's slip-up had had "no serious consequences"-and now they were
forced to eat their words! The two of them glared at Prime Minister Gandhi. They had been thoroughly humiliated, and it was all because of the Prime Minister!

Sidharth's face grew solemn. He bowed politely to General Rawat, Chairman Bhatt, and Prime Minister Gandhi, before saying gravely: "Please excuse me, I have to deal with the loss of two of my soldiers. I will report to both the military and the parliament once I finish my investigations."

The Special Operations Forces was part of the military. Sidharth had to report to the military Supreme Council and the Senate, but he did not actually have to report to the
Prime Minister. He had only addressed the Prime Minister to be polite.

Prime Minister Gandhi could not keep his embarrassment from showing on his face. He had prepared a little speech, but had been interrupted
by the news of the death of two of the Special Ops soldiers.

Prime Minister Gandhi's face darkened. He slammed a fist into the coffee table. "Yes, you have to run a thorough investigation! We can't have our own men killing and backstabbing each other. You know very well that-"

Sidharth frowned as he interrupted the Prime Minister. "Prime Minister Gandhi, my Special Ops men only act upon external threats. We would never try to kill our own. Please, have a seat. Now, if you'll excuse me..."
He turned and left without another word.

General Rawat and Chairman bhatt got to their feet. "Now that we have a situation on our hands, we have to go back to our office and make the necessary preparations. Please excuse
us, Prime Minister Gandhi." The two men nodded slightly to the Prime Minister, before walking out of the room together.

Prime Minister Gandhi narrowed his eyes at their retreating backs. He was feeling uneasy. The day before, he had called the two men and begged them to help him put in a good word with Sidharth. They had been reluctant at first, but had eventually agreed to help him. Now that there were casualties, they had immediately turned their backs on their promise to him. He seethed inwardly, but consoled himself with the thought
that neither of them would be able to win against him in an election. He was the Prime Minister, while General Rawat was just the commander of the military, and Chairman Bhatt was just the Chairman of the Senate...

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The Special Operations Forces had a dedicated department to deal with the deaths of their soldiers.

Before Sidharth arrived at the Indian Capital Airport, the men from that department had already placed the entire airport on lockdown and brought all the passengers who had
been on the same flight as the deceased to the airport's special reception room for questioning.

Half an hour later, Sidharth's car arrived at the Indian Capital Airport.
He was wearing his black officer's uniform and a military cap pulled over his eyebrows. He had put on a pair of sunglasses, obscuring the upper half of his face. All anyone could see of his face was his nose, which looked like it belonged on a handsome Greek sculpture, and his perfect lips, which were now tightly pressed together.