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He didn't care. He didn't care that he was going to die, he was happy he had helped Bheem and Malli escape. "Raju?"
He looked up and saw his uncle who was frantically looking around. "You shouldn't be here." He whispered in a hoarse voice.
"They are safe." His uncle whispered back.
"Good." Now he was ready. He was ready to die for his sins, for what he had done to his people. To his friend.
"I am sorry." His uncle whispered, fear and sadness evident in his voice.
"Don't be." Ram smiled at him. "Everything is as it should be."
They both startled at a noise. "Go!" Ram urged his uncle. "And tell Bheem I love him."
He saw the tears in his uncle's eyes. "Raju…"
"Everything will be okay." Ram assured him. "In our next life we will be together. I will wait for him."