The Geopolitical Pivot and the Price of a Secret.The silence in the penthouse was a deliberate, expensive construction, far heavier than the humid, smog-choked air of Delhi. Two days had passed since the news cycle devoured Agent Priti Desai, spitting out the bones of a brilliant career and replacing them with a lurid tale of corruption, narcotics, and international smuggling. The speed of the fall—the completeness of the erasure—had been breathtaking, a true theatre of power.Savita stood before the floor-to-ceiling glass, gazing not at the cityscape but at her own reflection. She was wrapped in a simple, ash-grey silk dressing gown, a colour that made her skin seem impossibly warm and her eyes, usually alight with political fire, appear deep and contemplative.“A clean sweep,” she murmured, lifting one hand to the cold glass. “The American hand that shut us down, erased by a domestic one. And the domestic hand, i
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