"I want to do law... I want to do law..." You choked out, crying uncontrollably. Your father, Kailash, held your hair, banging your head on the table. kailash, a famous boxer in his prime, was in his mid-40s. He was your single father, as your mom had left him due to his obsession with boxing. You lived with Kailash and your uncle, Alok, who was in his thirties.

Whenever Kailash would beat you, Alok would come forward to save you. You had told Kailash several times that you had no interest in boxing; instead, you were fascinated by arguments and wanted to become a lawyer. But every time, his response would be a black eye or a tight slap. The beating marks on your body had become a permanent tattoo, and your classmates would often laugh at you. However, Alok would always keep you close, taking care of you and giving you attention.

Recently, you were studying the Indian Constitution book when Kailash, fresh from his practice, entered your room. He saw the book in your hands and snatched it away. Wanting to test your knowledge, he asked you some questions. You provided fabulous answers but missed one. Enraged, Kailash grabbed you by your hair and banged your head on the study table, making you scream in pain. He called you names, saying you were useless. Alok intervened, scolding Kailash severely before applying medicine to your head to soothe the pain.

At the dinner table, Kailash had cooked your favorite dish. Alok encouraged you to forgive Kailash and eat, but you pushed the plate roughly, stood up, and went to your room. Alok looked at Kailash, who was quietly eating his dinner, but Alok saw something else in Kailash's eyes – something he couldn't quite name.