Ramammoujam is in his fifties, which is a prime of life among politicians, so it's no surprise that he would have such ambitions. However, for the vast majority of people, such an age is already the time to think about how to enjoy their old age.

Ramammoujam sometimes thinks about it, but he always thinks about it with a natural sense of superiority. There is no other reason, because his family is really very happy.

His wife was met by him when he was young in a foreign country, knowledgeable, elegant and beautiful, and better yet, the family background is also very superior. The two of them are not only a good match, but also happy with each other. It can be said that the two of them are the best pair of their generation, and they are generally a little envious of others.

With such a perfect wife, life can be said to be half complete. And Rama Mujam's luck is obviously far less than that. Because he also has two children who can make him proud.

He and his wife have two children, a boy and a girl. The boy is the older brother, and since he was a child, he has been the best existence of the same kind of children. Not only did he achieve extraordinary results in his studies, but he was also extremely successful in his career. Before the age of thirty, he had become the mayor of a place. This was without the slightest hint of his father's strength, and after his father's intervention, he even had the opportunity to be transferred to an important position in the central government.

This is no joke, because Rama Mujam does have the ability. Just when he was almost confirmed to be India's new prime minister, his son was already being named the new mayor of Delhi. It is conceivable that under his operation, his son's political career will definitely be smooth sailing, and even becoming the successor to his position in the future will definitely not be a problem.

And compared with this son who has a thorough path in politics in the future, his daughter is not inferior. His daughter is almost ten years younger than his son. Since childhood, he has been the pearl of the whole family. It stands to reason that the child who comes out like this should be a pampered little princess. But his daughter is different, not only smart, but also very independent. When he was still in high school, he was already silent, and opened his own store without his father's knowledge.

You must know that as a military family, although Rama Mujam dotes on his daughter enough, he does not mean to give her a huge amount of money to be squandered. This also means that her daughter relies on her own efforts to weigh her own store. Although this may not have borrowed the strength of his brother or some other people, it is already rare for a high school student to be able to do this.

And this is just the beginning for this daughter of Rama Mujam. After graduating from high school, she was admitted to Stanford University's Graduate School of Business with honors, and after graduating from college, she won the investment of Sequoia Capital with her genius idea and set up her own company in India. In just a few years, the company has become one of the biggest names in the region and one of the best companies in the whole of India. Although the size of the company is still far from that of the big ones, it is already a miracle for her age.

Respectful as a guest, a loving wife for 30 years, excellent sons and daughters, and a son who has just added a grandson to himself. Just thinking about such a family composition can make an old and serious guy like Rama Mujam laugh. He always thought that everything that was so perfect was a gift from God to him and a favor from fate. And he has been struggling, even at such a great cost to climb that final position, and a large part of the reason is for them.

He hopes to give his children a better future, and he hopes that his children and grandchildren will become the undisputed giants of India like the Gandhi family. It would have been a good idea, and it was the final reward in his mind for all that fate had given him. But he never imagined that his hard work would become the most important bargaining chip to push his relatives into hell.

It was something he absolutely didn't want to see, but even if he didn't want to see it, it was all a complete reality.

As Ramammoujam dragged his mangled body, endured almost unbearable pain, rolled like a wild dog in the mud, weaved through the filthy garbage heaps, and finally returned to his big beautiful house, he could not believe what was happening before him.

The originally magnificent gate had now fallen to the ground in tatters like a torn skirt, and all the gorgeous flowers in the courtyard, almost all of which had been taken care of by his wife, had been uprooted and thrown on the ground like garbage.

The potholed ground, coupled with the dilapidated house, made him not believe that this was his own house at all. But the familiar furnishings and the road have fully explained that this is his home, this is everything he is familiar with.

And it was all like this that made his originally hopeful heart fall to the bottom in an instant.

He originally thought that his home was far from the city, and it should not be too affected by the nuclear explosion. He originally thought that with his original power, everything he left behind would also be able to keep his family stable. The reason why he is so eager to see his relatives again, and at the same time has such beautiful fantasies, is completely based on this foundation. But now, looking at everything in front of him, he no longer dares to have such optimistic thoughts.

Now he only hopes that his family can be there, and he only hopes that he can see them alive. As for the others, he was already a little afraid to hope for them. And some terrible thoughts, although they would also appear in his brain, he didn't even have the courage to think about them.

He only hoped for that, only that God would grant his little wish. But just standing here and just trying to guess everything is simply impossible to get results. To find out what the result looked like, he had to go in and see it with his own eyes.

However, it is not easy, because in the case of Ramammoujam now, it will take a lot of courage for him to take even one step. He was hesitant, so he walked slowly. But no matter how slow he goes, there is an end to this journey. As he stood tremblingly in front of the door, which could no longer be completely covered, and summoned up great courage to push it open, he saw at once all that was in the familiar hall, and when he saw them, he immediately broke down like a beast, and wailed desperately.

His wife, the woman who had been with him for half her life, was now in front of him, looking at herself with eyes that could not be blinded. Just watching, because at this moment, only one of this woman's head was hanging alone on the doorpost, and the body under her head was casually thrown into the living room like a piece of garbage.

The skinned body was bloody, because the skin on her entire body had been peeled off. And it was hung directly above the living room, on the crystal chandelier that she liked the most.

She died, no doubt about it. And looking at this woman who has been with her for thirty years finally got such a result, looking at her hideous look that she couldn't even look at. Ramammujam suddenly became sad, hugged her head and began to cry.

He never thought that this woman would get such an ending, because in his imagination, he always thought that she could go hand in hand with him to the end, until he was quietly sent away in peace. She can live a very happy life, with the company of her children and the expectations of her grandchildren. Harmony is full, like every happy woman in this world. She could have done that, but why did things turn out like this!

Pain, sorrow, and the ultimate self-blame. All of this made Rama Mujam feel like he was going crazy and destroying his already broken body. At this time, he only felt sorry for his wife and his family. And when he thought of his family, this man who was almost driving himself crazy immediately went crazy.

He thought of his own child, of his grandson, who could not yet speak. At this time, he didn't dare to imagine what would happen to them, but out of the urgency and madness in his heart, he still held his wife's head and desperately searched deeper into the room.

If the gods are listening to his prayers, then he is definitely praying for the birth of a miracle in the most devout way at this time. But the miracle did not happen, and when he walked step by step to the deepest part of the room, when he saw his son bound and nailed to a stone pillar, and died with an angry appearance that almost glared out of his eyes, he was already in despair.

When he saw his daughter and his son's wife naked, looking like they were being humiliated to death, his heart was already dead.

And when he saw his grandson, the most promising existence in his heart, being dismantled into pieces and stuffed into a cauldron, unable to find even a piece of flesh and skin, only a pile of gnawed clean bones, even he couldn't say what kind of mood he was in now.

At this moment, Rama Mujam was already dead. Even if he were alive, he would be nothing more than a living corpse. His emotions, his soul, everything he had had been completely drained by the things that appeared in front of him.

He died, only a body, a body driven by what was left of the will. And this will that drives his body is called revenge!