"THE FORGOTTEN ONES"

Outside the camp in Delhi, the loud hum of an army helicopter filled the air as it touched down. Stepping out was the current Chief of Defence Staff (CDS) General, his face grim with determination. He had come to Delhi to address the growing chaos spreading across the country. The violence that had erupted in Haryana had begun to spill over into neighboring states, causing panic and fear everywhere. People were terrified. The General's presence here was crucial, and everyone hoped that this meeting would bring about a significant change—a solution that could turn the tide in this dark time.

Not far from the building where the meeting was being held, the sound of gunfire and explosions echoed in the distance. The violence had reached their doorstep, and tension hung thick in the air. Officers stationed outside the building stood guard, their faces hard and eyes alert, though their hearts were heavy with worry. They were doing the jobs they had been trained for, but the situation was spiraling out of control. Among them, a soldier in uniform struggled silently, his mind weighed down by the burden of his duty. He had always been ready to risk his life for others, yet today felt different. The chaos around him seemed relentless, and it was clear that no matter how hard they tried, the odds were not in their favor.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the tension. Shravya, her face pale but resolute, stepped forward. "Please, let us through," she urged. Her voice trembled, not out of fear, but from the deep sense of urgency in her heart. "We can hear the gunshots. This won't help anyone if we stand by and do nothing."

Abhinav quickly chimed in, his tone echoing her plea. "Yes, she's right. We need to go in and help. There are people in danger. We can't just stand here."

The first officer, his jaw clenched in frustration, responded, "I wish I could charge in there myself. But our captain gave us strict orders. No one is allowed to pass through the first line of defense."

Sid, standing nearby, couldn't stay silent any longer. His voice rose with emotion, his eyes blazing with frustration. "This is madness! Don't you realize these orders are only making things worse? What if your captain dies out there? Will you be able to live with that? Could you forgive yourself?"

Before the officer could reply, Honey stepped forward, her expression calm but determined. "Officer, if no one else will, let me go. I'll act as a decoy, distract them so others can escape."

Her words hung in the air, bold and selfless. Gouri, her face reflecting the same bravery, nodded in agreement. "Sir, we just want to help. We all have a part to play in this. It's wrong to let them sacrifice themselves while we stand here, doing nothing."

The officer looked down at the ground, torn between duty and compassion. Just then, Asha approached, holding a letter in her trembling hand. "I don't know about the rest," she said quietly but firmly, "but this order makes it clear—if anyone enters the battlefield, others must go in to rescue them. We've already lost too much time. What do you say now?"

Behind them, the other soldiers began to murmur, their voices rising in protest. They wanted to save their fellow soldiers trapped in the chaos. They were comrades, brothers-in-arms, and the thought of abandoning them weighed heavily on their hearts.

The first officer sighed, his resolve breaking. He finally spoke, though his voice was laced with guilt. "Even though I'm an officer, I can't hold back a crowd of trained soldiers. These are my men, and firing at them would be forbidden. I have no choice but to let them through, even though it's against orders."

That was all the soldiers needed to hear. Without wasting a moment, they hurried back to their camps, their expressions set with determination. They quickly geared up, preparing to enter the battlefield. These men were highly trained, and they knew that time was not on their side. The battle awaited them, and they were ready to face whatever came next, no matter the cost.