The sun hung low over the vast lands of Rudrapur, casting long, golden shadows over the fields. The village bustled with activity—bullock carts creaked along dusty roads, women gathered at the well, and children ran barefoot through the narrow lanes. Yet beneath the ordinary hum of life, there was an undercurrent of fear. Every man, woman, and child knew that this land, along with five hundred other villages, belonged to one man.

Bhairav Pratap Singh.