Third Person's View:
The large gate opened as the distinct frame of Ranveer Pratap Singh walked out. Five years were a long time to change a man. The weather was sunny and a storm raged inside Ranveer as he looked around. His handsome countenance had faded, all thanks to the numerous physical pains which had been endured upon him in the last five years.
The fresh gale blew his over grown hair backwards as his scarred face looked around to find at least one familiar face.
Ranveer had numerous marks of physical torchure of his frame. A few from whips, a few from sticks and few from hand. He did not care much about any of them although. He had only one aim in life. To take the revenge in who's fire he had burned every single day in the prison.
Several kilometres away from the jail stoo
