Chapter 107: Biker Gang’s Backstory
**In a roadside dhaba near the police station**
Rohit sat on a wooden bench outside the dhaba(food stall), a glass of hot tea in his hand.
The place was small and noisy. Steel plates clanged in the background, and the sll of fried oil hung in the air.
In front of him, four boys sat quietly with their tea.
Living in hostel. Final-year students. Sa engineering college.
Now they looked nothing like it.
Their clothes were dusty, faces bruised, and hands still shaking slightly from the beating. No one spoke. They just stared at their cups like they didn’t know what to do next.
The boy Rohit had spoken to earlier was Pratham, sat directly across from him. The rest were Robin, Kaushik, and Alok.
Pratham tried to lift his tea, but his hand trembled midway. He lowered it again, jaw tight, eyes avoiding everyone.
Rohit watched everything silently. Fear... guilt... maybe both.
Each of them had a story. And he needed to hear it.
He glanced to the side.
Aisha sat on a nearby bench, scrolling through her phone. She looked uninterested, but the slight tilt of her head gave her away.
She was listening.
Earlier, the bail process had taken ti. Rohit had no interest in standing there while they thanked him like so savior. He had left Balwindar to handle the paperwork. Paynt could be settled later.
This was more important.
How they got picked up.
What they knew.
And whether any of it connected to Akhil.
He took a slow sip of tea, then placed the glass down.
His gaze moved across all four of them. "Relax," he said calmly. "No one’s hitting you here."
No one responded.
Rohit leaned back slightly. "But don’t waste my ti either," he added. "Start talking."
"I’ll speak." Pratham set the glass down, pain flickering in his eyes.
**Flashback scene, One day earlier, 5:15 PM**
"Wohoo! Faster, Pratham! We’re too close!"
Jyoti laughed from behind, her arms wrapped tightly around his chest as the Suzuki Hayabusa roared down GT Road.
Wind whipped past them, loud and relentless. Even through the helt, Pratham could feel the warmth of her body pressed against his back. A grin spread across his face as he twisted the throttle harder.
The imported bike gave him a clear edge. His friends on their smaller bikes were already falling behind.
The traffic light ahead turned red.
Pratham downshifted smoothly and rolled to a stop beside a matte-black Mahindra Thar. Inside, four boys sat laughing, smoke curling lazily out of the half-open window.
A spiky-haired guy leaned out, giving a sharp whistle.
Jyoti heard it but ignored him.
"Bro... even crows are getting swans these days."
"Damn, his bike looks familiar."
She turned and flipped him the middle finger, her face tightening with irritation.
"Fucking bitch," the spiky-haired guy snapped, his tone turning ugly in an instant.
Pratham shot them a hard look.
They all seed the sa age group — rich kids with expensive clothes. The one driving the SUV, wearing goggles and a jacket, looked like their ring leader.
ssing with them ant trouble. He had heard about rich people family influence. Middle-class guys like them were nothing compared to their fathers’ power. Still, he kept his ears open, trying to understand their intentions.
"Bro... new gig just dropped in the group. They need one girl. She fits perfectly."
"Nah. They’re offering only 20k. Not worth the headache."
"Arre yaar, just look at her. She’s smoking hot. Imagine folding a girl like that. We could take her to my resort for the night. I bet she won’t say no to a proper party."
His grip on the handle tightened.
The signal tir blinked. 20 seconds.
"Fine. Ask politely. No scene. We’re in the middle of traffic."
"Oi baby, want to join us? One night only. Four of us. Six thousand per shot. Poolside resort.
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