Days passed.
Under the leadership of Ram Raju and Bheem, the village transformed.
Farmers became warriors. Children learned courage.
The quiet banks of Godavari now echoed with strength.
But peace is never without a price.
That morning, fear came riding on horses.
British messengers arrived brutal and loud.
"The killer of Governor Scott," they declared, "is hiding here.
Any village that shelters him… will be erased from the map."
The same villagers who once bowed to Ram's wisdom… now turned their backs.
Panic spread. Fingers pointed.
"Why did he bring this curse upon us?"
"We were better off before the guns and glory!"
Ram stood silent. Hurt, but calm.
They had forgotten why he fought — for them, for freedom.
But he did not argue.
Instead, he rushed to Bheem, took him to the village center, stood tall, and addressed the crowd.
"Don't worry," he said, voice steady.
"I'm not one of you. I came from outside, and now I leave."
"Your new leader is Bheem. Trust him. He is one of you." With a broken heart and shaking voice.
Before anyone could stop him, Ram turned to go.
Bheem stepped forward, shouting,
"Brother! Don't leave. They don't understand. Please!"
Ram placed a hand on Bheem's shoulder.
"You said they're innocent. Then prove it.
They need you more than they know."
And just like that, Ram and Sita left hearts heavy, betrayed by the very people they protected.
Bheem tried as hard as he can.
Bheem stood frozen.
His fists clenched. Eyes burning.
He climbed to the same stage and roared:
"Do you people have no shame?!
You turned your back on the man who bled for you!"
A villager stepped forward, bold and unapologetic. "What are you talking? Should we all die for one man?"
Others nodded. Shouted. Even demanded Bheem too as he was Ram's person.
And then… a new voice rang out.
A teenage boy. Fierce. Shaking with emotion.
"Shut up, all of you!" he yelled.
"I'm ashamed to stand among cowards like you."
He turned to the crowd.
"Have you forgotten what Ram's father did?
What Ram brother sacrificed in prison to get us weapons?
And now you betray him because you're scared?!"
The boy looked at Bheem with teary eyes.
"Let's go, brother. These people deserve the chains wore by the Britishers"
The words stung the village like fire.
Regret poured in.
A few elders fell to their knees, shouting apologies.
"Bring Ram back!"
"We were wrong! Forgot of his father's sacrifice to this village. I think this what made us become slaves to the destroyers."
Bheem wants to avoid them and leave, but remember what Ram said 'People are just feared they will whatever they can but remember they are not heartless they are just courageless'.
Bheem stood and took the people to search Ram.
They rushed to the river. There, in the distance, a small boat drifted in the middle of the Godavari.
Ram and Sita sat silently, leaving behind the land they once called home.
From the shore, voices cried out.
"Ram! Please come back!"
Ram looked back.
And then… he saw Bheem.
Not speaking. Just smiling.
And beside him the boy.
The spark had returned.
Ram turned the boat.
Bheem said 'The revolution was not over. It had only just begun.....
Both smiled and head back to the village.