Power, Dilli believed, was never meant to be used first.
It was meant to be revealed—at the right moment, to the right audience, for the right reason.
Deep beneath the ocean, in chambers where even sound hesitated to exist, Dilli stood with Betal and VEDA before a single question:
What kind of world are we dealing with?
Not nations.
Not borders.
Character. Nature. Behaviour.
1. Reading the World Before Facing It
VEDA unfolded a living map of human intent—alliances, rivalries, economic anxieties, military doctrines, and historical reflexes. Patterns emerged like scars across time.
The world responds not to peace, VEDA concluded,
but to proof.
Betal sharpened the thought further.
They respect only what they cannot dismiss.
Dilli nodded slowly.
"If we stay silent," he said, "they'll hunt us.
If we disappear, they'll suspect us.
If we fight, they'll unite against us."
He paused.
"But if we astonish them—
they'll reveal themselves."
The plan was born not as an act of aggression, but as a mirror.
2. Choosing the Weapon of Truth
CosDefence Ltd had many creations—some still unfinished, some deliberately hidden.
Dilli chose only one.
Not a missile.
Not a fleet.
A fighter jet.
A machine the world understood instinctively. A symbol of sovereignty, technology, and intent. Something that would force analysts, generals, and politicians to speak honestly—if only among themselves.
"This will not be a threat," Dilli said.
"This will be a question."
3. The Night the Sky Held Its Breath
The announcement came without buildup.
Cosmos United Facility, Atreyapuram.
A sudden global media alert.
A last-minute invitation list.
As the evening darkened, clouds gathered unnaturally fast. Thunder rolled—not loud, but deep, as if the sky itself sensed something unfamiliar.
Dilli arrived not in ceremony, but in silence.
On the stage stood leaders who represented continuity, stability, and the weight of governance:
Man Mohan Singh
Kiran Kumar Reddy
Senior ministers, defense officials, scientists, and diplomats—each invited without knowing why.
No banners screamed ambition.
No slogans promised dominance.
Only a hangar door—closed.
4. When the Hangar Opened
Lightning split the sky.
And the doors parted.
What emerged was not loud.
Not flashy.
It was wrong in the way future things often are—too clean, too deliberate, too calm.
A fighter jet with no visible rivets.
No conventional intake.
A silhouette that looked less like an aircraft and more like an equation solved.
As thunder rolled again, the jet lifted vertically—silently—hovering for a heartbeat before accelerating forward, vanishing into the storm and reappearing miles away in seconds.
No sonic boom.
Just disbelief.
Dilli spoke only once.
"This," he said, "is one of many."
5. Shockwaves Without Explosions
Within minutes, the world fractured.
In China, emergency defense councils convened before the broadcast ended. Analysts replayed frames again and again, unable to reconcile performance with known physics.
In Pakistan, military channels went dark, then frantic. Silence followed—never a good sign.
In the United States of America, intelligence agencies discarded assumptions they had relied on for decades. Dormant files labeled Cosmos United were reopened—then rewritten.
A single realization echoed across continents:
They underestimated him.
6. The Slap the World Didn't Expect
Cosmos United had been quiet.
Too quiet.
Many believed it had plateaued. Some believed it had failed. Others believed it had been absorbed, controlled, neutralized.
They were all wrong.
In a few short years, the so-called dormant group had not merely advanced—it had leapfrogged reality.
And this jet was not a declaration of war.
It was a declaration of presence.
7. Dilli's Real Objective
Back in the shadows, Betal listened to intercepted reactions. VEDA analyzed posture shifts, rhetoric changes, emergency funding reallocations.
The world was revealing itself—exactly as planned.
Fear here.
Arrogance there.
Caution elsewhere.
Dilli watched quietly.
"Now we know them," he said.
He did not smile.
Because this was never about frightening the world.
It was about ensuring that when the world finally came knocking—
it would do so carefully.
Above Atreyapuram, the storm faded.
But across the globe, a new one had begun.
And for the first time,
the world realized that Cosmos United was no longer catching up—
It was waiting.