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The Prime Minister's Office (PMO), Indra, at South Block, Raisina Hill, New Delhi. 

Prime Minister Rajesh Patel sat in his elegantly furnished office, surrounded by the weight of the nation's affairs. His pen glided smoothly across the document before him, a crucial reform bill poised to shape the country's economic future. Just as he was about to sign, a sudden, loud commotion erupted outside, shattering the quiet concentration of the room. 

Startled, he looked up and frowned at the disruption. The door swung open with a bang without any sign of courtesy and from it rushed in Arvind, his chief aide. 

Arvind would always have a composed demeanor, but now, he wore a look of sheer panic on his pale face. 

"Sir!" Arvind exclaimed loudly, his voice slightly trembling. "You need to see this immediately." 

Rajesh set the pen down, his brow furrowed. "What is it? You look like you've seen a ghost."