Dakshin Bhartiya Empire, Near the coast of Oman, Arabian Sea.
|| 1655 Vedic Calendar, three months and one week after the New Year ||
Gangadhar stood on the battleship, deep in thought, contemplating something significant.
After the previous sail-by operation, Admiral Gangadhar now knew what to do; he ordered the frigate to retreat back to the fleet. A plan was brewing in Gangadhar's mind, but as he was about to give the orders, his movement stopped midway as words failed to come out of his mouth. The plan he had devised was exceedingly risky, with the potential for high casualties. Hence, he hesitated, but still, he overcame it. A few moments later, he steeled his determination and called for Sarvesh. Sarvesh, promptly responding to the summons, arrived and saluted Admiral Gangadhar, standing at attention. He awaited the admiral's instructions, noticing the unusual expression on Gangadhar's face. Sarvesh sensed that his Excellency might have bad news for him.
