The day Chirag received Ram’s call, something within him shifted. Bihar—the land that bore his name and power—he left it behind without hesitation, placing its responsibility into Ram’s hands. Yet, it wasn’t merely the state he entrusted to him; it was something far more precious. His wife. Though he knew well enough that guarding her was already Ram’s duty, still he asked, still he reminded. Not because he doubted Ram’s loyalty, but because her safety was the only thought that burned in his heart as he walked away.

As soon as Chirag crossed the borders of his country, he left behind not just his land, not just his throne, but the very soul that breathed life into him—his wife. From that instant, he was no longer the same man.