Arnav Rathore ek gareeb ladka tha. Bachpan mein hi uske mata-pita ki maut ho chuki thi. Is duniya mein uska koi apna nahi tha. Woh college ke second year mein padh raha tha.
College ke ameer aur bigde hue ladke use roz pareshan karte the. Lekin Arnav ne kabhi palat kar jawab nahi diya. Jhagda karna toh door ki baat thi, woh unki aankhon mein aankhen daal kar dekhna bhi pasand nahi karta tha.
Woh apni padhai aur roz-marrah ke kharche nikaalne ke liye ek hotel mein waiter ka kaam karta tha. Din bhar college aur shaam ko hotel — yahi uski zindagi thi.
Ek din hotel mein kaam karte waqt, galti se uske haath se paani ka glass fisal gaya aur saamne baithi ek ameer ghar ki bigdi hui ladki par gir gaya.
Ladki gusse mein cheekh padi,
"Dikhai nahi deta? Andhe ho kya? Meri 50 lakh ki dress kharab kar di tumne!"
Us ladki ke pita bhi wahin maujood the. Unhone gusse mein aakar Arnav ka collar pakad liya.
Tabhi Arnav ka sabr toot gaya. Usne jhunjhla kar kaha,
"Collar chhodiye."
Lekin ladki ka baap aur zyada gusse mein aa gaya. Woh Arnav par haath uthane hi wala tha ki achanak uski nazar Arnav ke haath par bane ek tattoo par padi.
Tattoo dekhte hi uska chehra safed pad gaya. Woh do kadam peeche hat gaya. Uski awaaz kaanpte hue nikli —
"Ba… Bajra…"
Aakhir kya raaz tha Arnav ke haath ke tattoo ka?
Kaun tha asal mein Arnav Rathore?
Jaanne ke liye padhte rahiye — Secret Mafia.