In a senior classroom, Gaja and his group of bullies reveled in their usual antics. Gaja, however, was preoccupied with thoughts of Ram, a special admission student whose background seemed shrouded in mystery. For reasons unknown, acquiring information about Ram had proven difficult, and Gaja was determined to find him.
Suddenly, a cry of distress pierced the air from outside the classroom. Moments later, Ram strode in, his expression fierce and unyielding. Gaja smirked, "You're Ram, right? What great luck I have today. You've saved me the trouble of finding you."
Ram, unwavering, asked, "Why did you hurt Ali?"
Gaja shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Oh, that guy was being smart. When I asked him about you, he didn't tell me the truth."
"You hurt him just for that?" Ram shot back.
Gaja grinned, a forced smile plastered across his face. "I don't need a reason to hurt someone."
"Then you should be prepared to face the consequences," Ram replied, his voice steady.
"Wow, look at this punk!" Gaja exclaimed, excitement lighting up his eyes. "I think I should teach you a lesson." He gestured to his friends, instructing them to confront Ram.
The boys lunged at Ram simultaneously, but with remarkable agility, he dodged their attempts and retaliated with ease, holding back his strength to avoid serious harm. One by one, they crumpled to the floor, leaving Ram standing tall before Gaja.
Gaja, undeterred, grinned with anticipation. "Looks like I'll have some fun after all." He charged at Ram with a boxer's stance, fists flying in a flurry of punches. The other students watched in awe at Gaja's speed and power. But Ram, equally swift, dodged and blocked with even greater agility.
Gaja threw a powerful front punch, which Ram managed to block, but the recoil forced him back a couple of steps. Undeterred, Gaja pressed on with renewed energy. This time, Ram countered with three precise punches that sent Gaja reeling, knocking him off balance and to the ground.
The classroom was stunned. How could the ferocious Gaja, known for his strength, be defeated by this boy?
Ram picked up a water bottle from a desk and splashed water on Gaja's face. Gaja awoke to see Ram standing over him. "It's not right to bully people just because you're strong," Ram said.
Gaja, defiant, spat out, "Fuck yo—" but was cut off by another punch that knocked him out again. Ram splashed more water on his face, waking him up once more.
Gaja, now fearful, saw Ram's stern expression. "Don't bully other people. Do you get it?" Ram demanded.
Gaja, still defiant, began to curse "Go to hel...." and again but was silenced by another punch.
Once more, Ram splashed water on Gaja's face, bringing him back to awareness. This time, Gaja's eyes widened with apprehension as he took in Ram's unyielding gaze.
"Don't bully other people. Do you understand?" Ram asked firmly.
"Yes! Yes, I get it! Please, don't hurt me! I won't harm anyone from now on!" Gaja pleaded, genuine fear in his voice.
"Thanks for understanding," Ram said with a nod before leaving the classroom.
Exhausted, Gaja collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. Thoughts raced through his mind—what an impressive presence Ram was. How could someone like him exist here? He sighed, grappling with the unsettling reality that his days of bullying might just be over.