The head of a hen jerks - frightened, its head, anoited with the sacraficial colors. Suddenly a hand pulls it - a knife flashes and the hand of a preist puts the cerimonial tilak of blood on the forhead of Maharaja Bhisham Bahadur Singh. The world may have forgotton him, but he has not forgotten the world. Within the walls of his castle he plots revenge against all those who have taken away his kingdom, his palaces, his wealth, his wealth, his royal heritage, and flug him to the ground a common man. He is responsible for drug trafficing, Smuggling, supplying arms to dacoits, slave traffic - he is responsible for bringing misery into the lives of thousands of people - he is responsible for crating "Ashanti."