Ram and Sita returned to the village.
Not with pride but with silence.
The entire village stood waiting. Their heads bowed. Their hearts heavy.
One by one, the villagers fell to their knees, begging forgiveness.
Some even reached for Ram's feet, their tears falling faster than their words.
But before they could touch him, Ram pulled them up.
"Before everything else," he said gently,"We need unity. Not guilt."
"Let's build it together."
And the village rose. Not just from the ground, but from fear.
They began again stronger.
Weapons training continued.Discipline returned.Hope was reborn.
A few days later, the British soldiers returned.
They stormed through the village looking for Ram.
"Where is he?" they shouted.
Every single villager had the same reply:
"We don't know."
One by one, they stood silent, strong, united.
All soldiers left… except one.
The last British soldier lingered, suspicious.
That's when a villager ran toward Ram, unaware of the soldier nearby.
"Ram bhayya"
That was all it took.
The soldier spun around, gun raised, and charged.
But before he could act the villagers surrounded him.
Dozens.
They grabbed him, beat him down, tied him to a tree, and gagged his mouth.
For the first time… the village felt free.
Next morning. British camp. Roll call.
"Number 47?"Silence.
Panic rose.
They are unsure what happened.
Major checked the records.
He was part of the team sent to Ram's village.
Where was he?
The Major a brutal, sharp-eyed officer grew suspicious.
"Send two of the Indian constables," he barked.
"Check the village. Quietly."
The constables arrived at the edge of the village.
And there he was tied to a tree, still breathing, still gagged.
They were shocked. They rushed to free him.
But before they could…
Ram appeared.
They froze for a second not in fear, but in respect.
"Ram bhaiyya…" one of them whispered.
"They just sent us. But we'll lie. For you. For our land."
Ram smiled.
These weren't just constables.
They were his juniors from the Police Academy as patriotic as him.
Brothers in arms.
Now, rebels in cause.
But what none of them knew was…
A British soldier had followed the constables silently an order to spy them.
He had seen everything.
He returned and whispered into the Major's ear.
"Ram is hiding there."
Later that evening.
The two Indian constables stood before the Major.
"Did you search properly?""Yes sir. No one suspicious."
The Major smiled.
"You may go."
They turned to leave.
Two British officers blocked the exit.
And without a word… knives into both.
The two brave men collapsed.
Bleeding.
One of them looked up at the Major as life left his eyes.
The Major leaned down, his voice cold and inhuman:
"Bloody… bastards."
The floor of the tent stained red.
Two patriots — silenced.
But not forgotten.
Because every drop of blood… would soon become fire.