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by Aakhyaanak
Three thousand metres beneath the Pacific, behind twenty feet of glass, a man who is half machine watches a whale drift past his throne and decides that a country should be erased. His brother died in India. His answer is not an army — it is thirty-eight nuclear hammers, buried one by one in wells across the subcontinent by his men. Twelve hours from now, India is about to tears in half.