This place is so beautiful!
Raman exclaimed when he visited his ancestral village of Raghupur, a place which was once entirely owned by his great grandfather Thakur Raghavaditya Ji.
Timeline has changed. It is a completely new era and it seems the place is still thriving with vibes of Raghavaditya!
But Raman’s jubilation was shattered to pieces, when he saw a giant figure standing in front of him.
‘Who the hell are you, and what brings you here?’, thundered the giant man standing in front of him.
Before Raman could even understand and speak anything, the man slapped Raman hard and snatched his water bottle away from him.
‘I don’t care whoever you are, if you are new here you need to pay tax to me, even if you are someone’s guest here.’ The man gave an evil smile.
The man pushed him on the ground. Raman’s eyes became moist. He was helped by Uma Aunty, a lady probably in her fifties, she came running and lifted him up.
‘Get up son, come with me to my home. My husband is a Vaidh(doctor), he will treat your wounds. Come.’
Holding Raman’s hand Uma took her home. Villagers were quickly getting inside their homes and closing their doors; some stood by the roadway, staring helplessly at Raman.
Raman understood he has landed in a different era. It was not the place which his grandmother Bhanu has described.
Raman, his parents and his grandmother were settled as one wealthy family in nawabi Lucknow. It is only a few days, Bhanu has urged Raman to visit her birthplace and pay reverence to his great grandfather Raghavaditya. Raman was very caring to his grandmother.
Bhanu used to define how justice carried the day in her father Raghavaditya’s era, he being the protector of his folks…
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