Unbinding Tradition

107. The Battle fought and WON! 🏆

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The Office of the Divisional Commissioner -

The grand mahogany desk stood at the center of a vast, sunlit chamber, stacked neatly with official files, reports, and correspondence.

Behind it sat Jeon Jungkook, clad in his stiff khaki uniform, his shoulders heavy with epaulets signifying his rank. The insignia of the Government of Rajasthan gleamed on his badge, the symbol of his authority.

The room smelled of aged paper, ink, and a faint trace of sandalwood incense, the scent lingering from the morning prayers held in the government quarters.

Jungkook was no longer a District Collector.

There had been a time-years ago-when he had worn that title with pride and iron will. He had ruled with discipline, his word being law, until the day fate turned against him. A conspiracy, political rivalry, and betrayal had led to his demotion-a bitter moment in his life.

But instead of breaking under the weight of disgrace, Jungkook had stood his ground. He had toiled, proved his worth again, and risen above.

Now, he was not just a Collector.

He was the Divisional Commissioner. A rank above, a position of greater power.

If the Collector governed a district, the Divisional Commissioner ruled an entire division-several districts under his command.

He glanced over the newspaper laid out before him.

"DIVISIONAL COMMISSIONER JEON JUNGKOOK IMPLEMENTS REFORMS IN RURAL RAJASTHAN: A TRUE ADMINISTRATOR."

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Once, they had shamed him.

Now, they wrote about his triumph.

A knock sounded at his door, breaking his thoughts.

Jk- Come in. (he commanded, his deep voice carrying authority)

A junior officer entered, bowing with deep respect.

"Saheb, the villagers from Bhilwara have arrived. They seek your judgment regarding a land dispute."

Jungkook nodded, rising from his chair.

As he stepped out into the courtyard of the Commissioner's office, he was met with rows of government officials standing in salute.

His black boots clicked against the marble floor, and his presence alone commanded silence.

Outside, a group of villagers-men and women in traditional Rajasthani attire-stood under the shade of the banyan tree, waiting anxiously.

One of the elderly men, clad in a white dhoti and pagri, folded his hands.

"Sahib, you are our only hope. We have been wronged. The zamindar has seized our land, forged documents, and threatens to drive us away!"

Jungkook's sharp gaze swept over them, assessing the situation. He had seen countless cases like this-where the powerful crushed the weak.

He turned to his assistant.

Jk- Summon the Tehsildar immediately. I want all land records from the past twenty years. Also, send a legal notice to the zamindar. If he fails to justify his claim, the land will be restored to its rightful owners.

The villagers exchanged hopeful glances, falling at his feet in gratitude.

"May Mahadev bless you, Saheb! You are a just ruler!"