5th March 1948
With the establishment of various Ministries 3 days ago, now it was time to focus on the deals that India had offered to Britain, US, and USSR.
The morning rain drummed against the windows of India House in London, each drop seemed to match the urgency that had driven Vishwajeet Rao Kelkar across three continents for the first time in his life.
He sat in the ornate waiting room, studying the portraits of long-dead viceroys who had once ruled his homeland, and wondered what they would make of this moment—an Indian Finance Minister about to dictate their terms to the British Treasury.
His briefcase contained documents that could reshape the global economy, but his mind kept returning to his last conversation with Arjun Mehra.
"We're not their supplicants anymore, Kelkar-ji," the Prime Minister had said, his voice carrying that quiet intensity that had become his trademark.
"India will be meeting Britain as their new partners. Make sure they understand that difference. Also, as for your suggestion regarding the Indian Gold, we'll put it on hold until 1950."
The heavy oak doors swung open, and a secretary with the practiced deference of Whitehall gestured him forward. "Sir Edward will see you now, sir."
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The Treasury boardroom hadn't changed much since the days of empire. It still had that same table that had witnessed the partition of continents and the same portraits of monarchs gazing down with imperial confidence.
But the men around the table looked tired, their empire-building confidence replaced by the careful calculations of a nation that was rebuilding from economic ruins.
Sir Edward Bridges gestured to the chair across from him. "Mr. Kelkar, thank you for coming. Though I must say, the circumstances of our meeting are quiet out of the ordinary."
Kelkar settled himself with care, opening his briefcase with movements that suggested he had all the time in the world. "Indeed they are, Sir Edward. But then again, the times we live in, isn't ordinary either."
He withdrew a leather folder, placing it on the table between them. "One point five billion pounds sterling. A considerable sum, wouldn't you agree?"
A junior Treasury official shifted uncomfortably. "Mr. Kelkar, surely you understand our position. The war has left us with obligations across the globe. This debt, while legitimate, comes at a particularly challenging moment for Britain's recovery."
"Oh, I understand perfectly," Kelkar replied with a warm tone. "Which is precisely why Prime Minister Mehra had made that preliminary proposal, as that proposal serves both our interests."
He opened the folder, revealing detailed industrial specifications. "We're not here to demand gold you don't have, gentlemen. We're here to offer you something far more valuable—a lifeline for British industry."
Sir Edward leaned forward with cautious expression but still somewhat engaged.
"Your preliminary proposals were ambitious, Mr. Kelkar. The fifty percent debt waiver in exchange for industrial goods, logistical machinery, and capital equipment—our initial assessment suggests it could be workable."
"Your assessment is on the point, Sir Edward. Today I'm here to discuss the specifics of this deal." Kelkar gestured to his briefcase.
"Seven hundred and fifty million pounds to be settled through British industrial goods, machinery, and capital equipment. We've prepared detailed specifications—railway locomotives, textile machinery, port equipment for Karachi, Bombay and Calcutta, lathes, milling machines, etc.
Additionally, we would require the transfer of significant technical expertise – British engineers, metallurgists, and industrial managers to train our nascent workforce and guide our reconstruction efforts.
This will directly stimulate British industry, provide much-needed employment here, and allow Britain to pay a substantial portion of this debt with what you already have in surplus."
[A/N: The name changes for cities will officially be announced later on, right now, for foreign affairs, they still use the old ones, but have changed the names in the local documents, within the nation. Think of it like Japan and Nippon ; for now]
The room's atmosphere had shifted from wary negotiation to practical planning. The broad strokes had been agreed upon; now came the complex work of implementation.
"And the remaining balance?" Sir Edward asked carefully.
"Two hundred and fifty million in immediate payments—we do have pressing administrative costs in our newly consolidated territories. And another four hundred million will be addressed at a later date, once these initial arrangements prove their worth."
Sir Edward leaned back in his chair, tapping a finger thoughtfully against the oak table. "That accounts for the bulk of the balance, Mr. Kelkar. Now, unless India is planning to invoice us for monsoon season, I presume there's more for the remaining balance of 100 million?"
Kelkar nodded.
"There is one final item," he said, as if it were an afterthought. "A matter of administration, really. Your colonial office may have mentioned it in passing—about a scattering of islands administered from Mauritius. The Chagos Archipelago."
Yes, it was the last-minute addition, that Arjun himself had asked him to do. Afterall, it is 1948, and during this time, Britain held little interest in Chagos Islands. Since their strategic importance won't be realized until 1970s.
Sir Edward glanced to a junior aide, who began flipping through a folder. "Diego Garcia, Peros Banhos, those? Nothing but coconuts and coral, as I recall."
"Exactly," Kelkar nodded. "Their economic return is negligible. Maintenance is... inefficient. We've studied the soil reports—curious volcanic mineral concentrations, quite promising for coastal tamarind trials and salt-resistant millet."
Sir Edward squinted. "You're proposing to lease Diego Garcia?"
Kelkar shook his head gently. "We propose to acquire the entire Chagos group. All six atolls. Under full administrative transfer. In perpetuity."
That stirred the room. One of the Treasury men whispered something to another. Sir Edward's tone hardened slightly. "That's a rather large patch of ocean you're pointing at, Mr. Kelkar."
"And a rather useless one, from your side of the desk," Kelkar replied evenly.
"But from ours—it's ideal for a Plantation Reclamation and Maritime Agricultural Zone. Controlled botanic experiments.
Reclaimed coir-processing. Even basic climatology training for students stationed year-round. With India's new vision for oceanic development, it fits naturally."
"Not to mention, given the environmental parallels with Lakshadweep, the Chagos Archipelago provides a unique opportunity to expand our successful models of coastal agri-experimentation, salt-resistant crops, and marine resource sustainability."
Sir Edward eyed him across the table. "You understand, this would be a strategic concession. It sets a precedent."
"Only if you announce it as one," Kelkar said calmly.
"But you won't. This transaction is part of the overall debt settlement, after all. We'll assign it a book value of 100 million—for the full archipelago—and write it under non-core asset transfer. No public breakdown needed."
There was a pause. Then Sir Edward asked, not without a trace of sarcasm, "And you'll be growing...tamarind?"
Kelkar smiled, this time with a faint glint in his eye.
"And breadfruit," he said. "Bright red. Quite beautiful. Your own naval botanists observed it back in '32—wrote a footnote no one ever followed up."
Sir Edward folded his hands. "You people play the long game."
"Well, we have a long history," Kelkar said.
At this time, Board of Trade representative spoke up, his voice carrying the first note of genuine enthusiasm the room had heard.
"Mr. Kelkar, this entire deal would essentially guarantee full employment for our industries for the next upcoming years."
"Yes," Kelkar agreed. "And it establishes Britain as one of the India's primary industrial partners as we rebuild. Think of it as an investment in a relationship that could span decades."
Sir Edward studied the documents, his experienced eyes recognizing both the opportunity and the subtle shift in power dynamics they represented. Britain would be working for India now, not the other way around.
"I'll need to consult with the Chancellor," he said finally. "But I believe we can work within this framework."
Kelkar smiled, gathering his papers. "Excellent. Prime Minister Mehra will be pleased to hear of Britain's continued friendship."