Unyielding Flame
The persistent rain of monsoon lashed against the bamboo walls of the makeshift camp. Captain Ayan Rahman huddled with his fellow freedom fighters, their eyes reflecting the flickering lantern's glow. Outside, the enemy's tanks rumbled, their steel treads churning the muddy earth. "We're outnumbered," whispered Lieutenant Farid Khan. Ayan clenched his fists. He had seen friends fall—brave souls swallowed by the craw of war. But his resilience fueled the fire within him. He could not die. His life was bound to the fate of a nation. "We fight,Not for ourselves, but for every child who dreams of a free sky. We are the unwritten chapter—the defiance etched in history's margins."He shouted. The Battle of Joydebpur raged—a symphony of gunfire and screams. Ayan's rifle spat defiance, each bullet a prayer for liberation. The enemy advanced, their boots crushing facade. "Captain!" cried Rahim, his face blood-smeared. "We can't hold m...