The news of Rama's incarceration hit me like a blow to the gut, leaving me reeling with disbelief and outrage. Yet, amidst the chaos and confusion that threatened to engulf us, a glimmer of hope emerged – my trusted men had confirmed that Rama was indeed alive, albeit confined within the walls of a prison cell.
Determined to see him with my own eyes, I wasted no time in seeking an audience with the minister tasked with overseeing his captivity. Though met with initial resistance, my insistence on the urgency of my message eventually won me a brief reprieve, granted by the prime minister himself.
As I stood before the imposing gates of the prison, my heart heavy with anticipation, I steeled myself for the sight that awaited me within. And there, amidst the shadows of confinement, I found Rama – a mere shadow of his former self, worn down by the weight of his chains.