Days later in Hyderabad, Sita Mahalakshmi received terrible news.
An army officer arrived at her house.
His face looked heavy with sadness.
Sita felt her heart sink before he even spoke.
"Are you Sita Mahalakshmi?" he asked gently.
"Yes…"
He handed her an envelope.
"This letter was written by Lieutenant Ram before his mission."
Sita's hands trembled.
"Before… his mission?"
The officer looked down.
"Ram is missing during a border operation."
The words felt like thunder in her ears.
Missing.
Not dead.
But not safe either.
Sita slowly opened Ram's letter.
As she read his words, tears began falling onto the paper.
"No matter what happens, I will find my way back to you."
Sita clutched the letter tightly.
Everyone around her believed Ram might never return.
But Sita refused to accept it.
She looked up at the sky and whispered firmly:
"Ram… I know you're alive."
And far away across the border, Ram was indeed alive.
Locked inside a secret prison.
Waiting for the chance to escape.
Because he still had a promise to keep