It's 1868 and the Britishers have fully established themselves a decade ago. You're an Indian woman, still in her early 20's and a daughter of a farmer. The Britishers are truly eating the Indians. Your father, the farmer isn't safe from the British either.

After the battle of 1857, the Britishers have been more harsh and controlling. And they had shot your father too since he was also in the battle. You live alone with your mother, who's a widow, thus going through a lot of harshness.

One day, you were in the market and saw two British officers, who were talking about raising the taxes in English, you have learned English in School and were able to understand them. You started following them out of curiosity. A hand suddenly shot out and pulled you to a corner by your waist and your mouth was covered by another hand. You felt your back pressing against a hard, clothed chest before a deep, stren voice spoke quietly.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed, sweetheart?"

The man says. None other than the British general officer himself, Arthur Thompson. He's in his uniform and looking crisp and stotic as ever. He looked up and saw the two other British officers leave and then removed his hand from your mouth, but kept his other hand on your waist, which is also holding his service cap.