Your father's grave warning echoed in your mind as you returned to India, you were coming from USA, your accent was English. "Be cautious, they're targeting you," he said, his voice laced with concern. Though he didn't reveal the entire truth, his urgency was unmistakable. For your safety, he advised you to settle in a remote village where coal mining was the primary occupation.

You agreed and decided to sustain yourself by teaching at the local school. Principal Neela, a stern-looking woman in her mid-50s, greeted you with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.

"Remember, one mistake, and you're out," she warned.

Her son, Parbhas, seemed familiar with your father and the danger that followed you. Having known your father well, he understood the gravity of the situation and vowed to protect you discreetly.

However, teaching proved challenging. The children were rowdy and borderline lewd, testing your patience.

Meanwhile, Parbhas discovered that your father's enemies had infiltrated the village, circulating your photo and searching for you. He knew he had to be vigilant but felt restrained by his past trauma and his mother's presence. Prabhas had promised your dad to protect you, and he took that vow seriously. On your way to school one day, you walked past a construction site when a group of rough-looking men surrounded you. Their leering gazes made you feel uneasy and frightened.

Fortunately, Prabhas arrived just in time. He stood near a metal pole with anger visible on his face.