Chapter 11: Partition Of India
13 August 1947
Surya entered the dimly lit chamber where India's top leaders had gathered. However, this wasn't another political meeting. It was one that would decide the fate of millions—the partition of India.
Jawaharlal Nehru sat at one end, his usually calm, but there was impatient on his face.
Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel stood by a window, looking out onto the bustling streets of Delhi, his broad shoulders sagging under the pressure.
Mahatma Gandhi, the moral heart of the nation, sat quietly in the corner, his eyes closed in meditation, though everyone in the room knew he was troubled by the direction in which events were moving.
Across from Nehru sat, Muhammad Ali Jinnah, leader of the Muslim League, cold and resolute, his pale face illuminated by the faint light coming through the window. Jinnah had made his position clear: he wanted not just one Pakistan but two—East and West Pakistan, a demand that had shocked many in the room. The British were to draw the borders, and they had already indicated their support for Jinnah's plan, seeing it as a way to bring a quicker end to their long colonial rule.
But Surya , leader of the Bharatiya Swatantra Sangh, would not have it. For months, he had worked tirelessly behind the scenes, strengthening India's military, fostering industrial growth, and forging alliances with powerful Indian leaders. He had even secretly worked on new weapons, preparing for the unknown dangers that lay ahead. But today, he knew that none of that mattered unless India emerged from this partition with a map that reflected its true sovereignty.
Surya cleared his throat, his deep voice cutting through the murmurs in the room.
"We are at a critical juncture, gentlemen," he began, addressing the assembly. His soft words, but there was an undercurrent of pressure in his tone. "Jinnah's demand for both East and West Pakistan is untenable. We can't split our nation into pieces based on religious lines in this manner. Pakistan can be formed, but you cannot have both the east and the west. It's one or the other."
Nehru looked up, his eyes opening in surprise. Patel, too, turned from the window, his attention now fully on Surya. Even Jinnah, who had been silent and composed, raised an eyebrow, the sharpness of Surya's words finally reaching him.
Jinnah leaned forward, his voice cold and clipped. "Mr. Yadav, with all due respect, the British have already agreed to my proposal. Pakistan will consist of both East and West, as that represents the Muslim majority regions. This is not something up for debate."
Surya's eyes darkened. "With all due respect, Mr. Jinnah," he said, his voice as steady as a old dog, "the British are outsiders. They may have ruled us for centuries, but that does not give them the right to draw the lines on a map that belongs to us. We are no longer their subjects. They are simply civil servants, exiting a country they no longer control. The future of this land will be decided by us, its people, not by foreign bureaucrats who don't understand our history, our culture, or our sacrifices."
The room fell into a tense silence. Even Gandhi opened his eyes, watching the ongoing conversation with quiet interest.
Jinnah's expression hardened. "You can't simply deny the realities on the ground. The Muslim majority regions of both the east and west deserve their own nation. I represent those people, and they have spoken."
Surya leaned forward, locking eyes with Jinnah. "We are not denying the right of Muslims to have a separate nation if that is what they desire. But we cannot divide India in such a way that it leaves us vulnerable and fractured from all sides. Two Pakistans, separated by thousands of miles of Indian territory, is a recipe for disaster. Imagine the conflicts that will arise when East and West Pakistan attempt to function as one nation, with India standing in the middle. Do you really believe that will bring peace?"
Jinnah opened his mouth to retort, but Surya held up his hand.
"Furthermore, we will not allow the British to decide our fate," Surya continued, his voice rising with conviction. "We have fought for this land. We have bled for it. And we will not hand over the responsibility of dividing it to an empire that is on its way out. The map will be drawn by us—Indians—not by British officials sitting in some office, deciding our destiny."
Patel, who had been silent until now, nodded in agreement. "Surya is right. The British have no moral authority here. We must be the ones to decide how this division takes place, if it must take place at all."
Nehru, though uneasy, spoke up as well. "We have to consider the long-term implications of such a partition. A divided nation—especially one divided into East and West Pakistan—will only sow seeds of discord for future generations. There's no feasible way for such a nation to remain united."
Jinnah's jaw clenched, but he did not speak immediately. He could sense the room shifting, the Indian leaders forming a united front against his demands.
"The Muslim population in both the east and west has the right to self-determination," Jinnah said quietly, but firmly. "They will not be forced to live in a Hindu-majority India where they fear being marginalized."
"And they won't be," Surya responded swiftly. "We're not here to oppress anyone. But we also won't create a geopolitical nightmare for the subcontinent. One Pakistan can be negotiated. Two cannot."
Jinnah's face darkened, but Surya pressed on. "Think about the future, Jinnah. You want a nation for Muslims, but how will you control both the east and the west when they are so far apart? When they have different cultures, different economies, different problems? How will you maintain unity when your people are split in two, separated by a sea of Indian territory?"
When Surya said, there was an unspoken tension in the hall. Everyone knew that it would very difficult to divide india.
Finally, Jinnah spoke, his voice low but edged with frustration. "If you will not agree to both East and West Pakistan, then what do you propose?"
Surya looked at the maps laid out on the table. The lines that had been drawn by British hands were meaningless to him. They had been crafted without any real understanding of the land or its people. He reached for a blank piece of paper and began to draw a new map.
"West Pakistan," he said, circling the region that would later become Pakistan, including Punjab and parts of Sindh. "This can be your Pakistan. But East Bengal stays with India."
Jinnah's eyes narrowed as he looked at the map, but he didn't interrupt.
"This way," Surya continued, "you have a contiguous, strong nation in the west, and you can build your podt in Karachi for the trade but what about the East pakistan? East Bengal will remain part of India, where the Bengali Hindu—can continue to live as they have for centuries. And as for the Muslim, I will take responsibility for them to move to the west pakistan. Now decode yourself.
After all, we can negotiate the details, but this division will create more stability than the chaotic plan the British have suggested."
"However if you didn't agree, I have the power to take the east pakistan in india anytime." As he said, there was deep threats in his voice as he looked up.
Jinnah studied the map, his expression unreadable. For the first time in the meeting, there was a doubt in his eyes.
"We are building nations here," Surya said, his voice firm. "Let's build them with foresight, not in haste."
There was a long pause, and for a moment, it seemed as though the future of the subcontinent in the balance, resting on the decision made in this small, crowded room.
Finally, Jinnah sighed, leaning back in his chair. "You ask for much, Mr. Yadav. But I see your point."
Surya nodded, his expression steady but inwardly relieved.
The meeting continued, with the leaders discussing the final details of the partition. The British, though still present in the background, were increasingly sidelined as the Indian leaders took control of the negotiations.
As the meeting went to a close, Surya caught Nehru's eye, and the two exchanged a quiet nod. They had not always agreed, but in this moment, they were united in their determination to protect the future of their country.
The map of India was drawn, whole jammu and kashmir, from the north east side of the India, east pakistan (Current Bangladesh), was the part of the India, however even some part of the pakistan was taken in India because of the many past things were from the Indian origin and many religious place for the Hindu.
However there were still many places where, even if Surya wanted to occupy, he couldn't do.
However the meeting was about to when Surya get up and said.
"Well Mr Jinnah, I think you have already studied the map with your leader, however I want to deliver a message to you. I will give you six months, and don't worry I will personally support but you have to take out the every muslim people from here, India, and every Hindu in the pakistan must returned to India and if they were attacked, you will be responsible for that."
After that he say down and waited for them.
Here's the corrected version of your text with grammar adjustments:
[A/N : "Well, the reason is not that I didn't want to create Bangladesh, but for the stability of India, I had to. If you've seen the news, the student protests against reservation have turned into religious protests. And to be honest, this is not only happening in India, but also in Europe and Canada.
Another reason is that historically, most of Bangladesh was a part of India forever and was never part of another country."]
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