Second Chance: A Dark Tale of Urban India-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 smell of fried oil hung in the air.

In front of him, four boys sat quietly with their tea.

Living in hostel. Final-year students. Same engineering college.

Now they looked nothing like it. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

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 time. Rohit had no interest in standing there while they thanked him like some savior. He had left Balwindar to handle the paperwork. Payment 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 time 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 helmet, 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 seemed the same age group — rich kids with expensive clothes. The one driving the SUV, wearing goggles and a jacket, looked like their ring leader.

Messing with them meant 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 timer 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.", said the spiky haired guy.

"What? Not happy with the rate? Ten thousand per shot. Your boyfriend can wait outside if he wants."

Both Pratham and Jyoti turned to glare at them. Pratham was about to stop and confront them, but Jyoti, whispered in his ear, "No need to worry. Once the signal opens, they’ll be left behind in their own small world."

Her words calmed his nerves a little, but the tension in his chest didn’t drop.

The moment the light turned green, Pratham accelerated hard. But not before swinging his arm and smacking the spiky-haired guy on the head.

He could hear the boy swearing behind him as he sped away.

Soon his phone rang. It was his friend Robin on loudspeaker. "Bro, what was that? You literally smacked someone’s head in traffic?"

Jyoti responded for him, "He was an asshole asking my rate."

Robin laughed hard. "Good. We gave him a few kicks too while passing by. But what did you say?"

"Stop it," Jyoti snapped. The call cut as she gave a small mocking smile at the friendly joke. Robin was just like that.

They had travelled only five or seven minutes when Pratham’s phone rang again. It was Robin once more.

Jyoti helped him put it on loudspeaker. "Bro, something’s not right. You guys are being followed by the same SUV."

Both Pratham and Jyoti tensed. Robin’s voice continued, "Let’s take them to that place. We’ll round them and beat them up"

Jyoti immediately refused. "What? Are you out of your mind? They’re just juniors."

Pankaj shot back, "Jyoti, they aren’t juveniles. Sometimes lessons need to be learnt. You heard what they were saying."

Jyoti pursed her lips.

**Twenty-five minutes later, Roadside alley**

The four bikes were parked haphazardly. Pratham’s friends stood ready, hockey sticks and chains in hand.

Jyoti stayed behind Robin, who tried to shield her."If anything happens, run without looking, ok?"

she cleched his shoulders but eventually nodded.

The jacket guy and his gang stepped out of the Thar. The jacket guy and the spiky-haired kid approached while the rest stayed back.

"Kids these days..." Kaushik cracked his knuckles while Alok lazily spun a metal chain.

Pratham rolled up his sleeves, gripping his hockey stick tightly. "Just because you have a Thar, you think you own the fucking road? Motherfu—"

He paused in fear.

The jacket guy had calmly pulled out a sleek 7.65 mm pistol and pointed it at them.

"Good. Saves us the trouble of choosing a location," he said coolly. "Drop your weapons. All of you."

The sudden sight of the gun changed everything. Pratham’s friends exchanged nervous glances, sweat breaking out on their faces. One by one, they let their sticks and chains clatter to the ground.

The jacket guy looked at the spiky-haired kid whom Pratham had assaulted earlier. "Triloki, break him. No weapons."

Triloki grinned like a wolf and charged.

He rained kicks and punches on Pratham, who tried to fight back but was quickly overwhelmed by the fear of the gun pointed at his friends. His friends wanted to help, but the pistol kept them rooted in place.

Jyoti couldn’t watch anymore. Tears filled her eyes as she screamed, "Stop! Please stop! What do you want?"

The jacket guy pointed the gun at her. "You. Come with us quietly and we’ll leave them. Otherwise... this gets much worse."

She looked at Pratham getting beaten to a pulp. She hesitated.

"No... Jyoti, don’t—" Pratham tried to shout, but Triloki’s boot slammed into his face, splitting his lip.

Jyoti’s voice broke, tears falling. "Okay... Okay. I’ll go. Just please... don’t hurt them anymore. Please stop."

The jacket guy nodded, satisfied. "Smart girl. Triloki, take the bike too."

Jyoti walked toward the Thar with shaking legs while Pratham and his friends could only watch helplessly. Triloki spat on Pratham, took the keys, and wheeled the Hayabusa away.

<End of Flashback>

Pratham broke down, his voice shaking. "I... I couldn’t protect her..."

Kaushik placed a hand on his shoulder, his own expression heavy with guilt.

Rohit narrowed his eyes. "Then how did you end up in lock-up? Police don’t just arrest people randomly."

Robin looked up, anger burning in his eyes. "That bastard... when we went to report the incident, he got fixated on the bike. Didn’t care about anything else."

He clenched his jaw.

"He ignored our statements completely. Just kept asking where we got the bike, who we bought it from... we told him everything."

Rohit’s gaze sharpened. "Didn’t you show him the digital proof I sent?"

"We did," Robin replied immediately. "But he wasn’t interested. He made us sign his version instead. When we refused..."

He lifted his arm slightly, revealing the bruises along it.

"...this happened."

Rohit fell silent, thinking.

Why would the police ignore a kidnapping and focus on the bike?

Something didn’t add up.

Their situation was already bad—no SUV number, no photos, no clear identities...

Then something clicked.

Rohit leaned forward slightly, his voice lower. "Did you hear any names?"

Robin didn’t hesitate.

"Yes." His eyes hardened, "I heard them call one of them Triloki. I won’t forget that name."

Rohit took out his phone and opened a group photo from his high school event.

"Check."

The boys leaned in.

Their reactions were instant.

"That’s him—"

"And him—"

"Those three were there!"

Pratham suddenly grabbed Rohit’s hand, desperation spilling out.

"Please, sir... Only you can help us. If you know where they are, take us to them. Her family is far away... they won’t survive hearing this. Her life... her reputation..."

Rohit didn’t respond immediately.

Now it made sense.

The arrest.The bike.Harsha’s gang.

But one piece was still missing.

There was no way Harsha was moving this boldly without serious backing.

And it definitely doesnt seem like the Dean as he had his own reputation to protect.

Before Rohit could dig deeper, Balwindar approached, in low voice.

"Sir... there’s something you should see."

Rohit looked up.

A crowd had gathered near the station gate.

The protesters were being released.

Among them, Rohit spotted a familiar face—the pretty reporter, now back with her cameraman.

And every single one of them was staring straight at him.