Vijay, standing in front of a group of African Bharatiya who had completely integrated into the Empire and were looking at him with respect and reverence, smiled, feeling proud in his heart. He was happy and content that he was able to provide a home to all the repressed groups in this lifetime. He had come a long way, from fighting for the independence and freedom of his own people from the Islamic invaders to building a strong home for all the repressed societies, groups, and cultures around the world.
Breathing right now, Vijay could proudly declare that, looking back on his life, he regretted nothing and had achieved most of what he set out to achieve. Even if he passed away tomorrow, Vijay had the confidence that with the foundation he had built for the Bharatiya Empire, no invader would dare lay a hand on it anymore, and the Bharatiyas would no longer be called disgusting, foul-odor animals in this lifetime anymore.