As they settled in, Raj turned to Arjun. "So, what job are you doing now?"
Arjun leaned back, stretching his arms. "I was working as a Big Data Full Stack Developer… but not anymore."
Both Raj and Rahul looked at him in shock. "What do you mean?" they asked in unison.
"I resigned yesterday."
"Why?" Raj asked, still surprised.
Arjun smirked. "They took credit for my previous project. But you guys know me well, right? Before I left, I made sure they'd regret it."
Rahul narrowed his eyes. "What did you do?"
"I changed the database and backend connections, integrated a completely new feature, and proposed an updated system architecture. My team lead had no clue about any of it—I was the only one who worked on that project."
Raj let out a low whistle. "So, from this day on, they'll think twice before stealing credit again."
Rahul grinned. "Still the same old Arjun. Never cared about what others think—just does what he believes is right."
Raj chuckled. "I still remember when our class president came to criticize us because we never mixed with the popular crowd or followed their lead."
"You're wrong, Raj. We never cared about him," Arjun replied.
The three of them laughed before Raj continued, "That day is still fresh in my mind. Arjun looked him dead in the eyes and said, 'Don't try to show off in front of us just to impress girls. Do you really think we're easy to bully? If you have the guts, meet us behind the school. If you walk out of there without broken bones, my name isn't Arjun.'"
Rahul burst out laughing. "That was legendary!"
Raj smirked. "At first, we thought it was just an empty threat. But Arjun never made empty promises."
Rahul nodded. "Do you remember what happened a week later? Our class president showed up to school with bruises all over his face."
Raj's eyes widened. "Wait… you mean—"
Rahul grinned. "Yep. After hearing Arjun's challenge, he spent a whole week observing us, probably trying to figure out if we could actually fight. Then he decided he couldn't handle it alone, so he brought some guys from outside school."
Raj leaned forward, intrigued. "Then what happened?"
Rahul smirked. "Let me take you back to that day."
It was after school, and Arjun and Rahul were heading toward the back of the building for their part-time jobs when a voice called out.
"Yo, Arjun! Rahul! Where's Raj?"
Arjun turned to see Prakash, the class president, standing there with five other guys—none of them from their school.
"He's absent today," Arjun replied casually.
Prakash grinned. "Lucky bastard. He missed the fun."
Rahul, already sensing trouble, felt his hands start to tremble.
Prakash laughed. "Starting tomorrow, we'll make sure you both get the respect you deserve."
Arjun rolled his eyes. "It's already too late for that."
Prakash sneered. "As class president, it's my duty to take care of fellow students. Today, I'm going to 'take care' of both of you. Raj can have his turn later."
Rahul swallowed hard as Arjun shook his head and handed him his bag. "Hold this."
He then walked over to an old bicycle that had been parked near the fence. Kneeling down, he grabbed the heavy chain securing the bike, but it was too tight. As he pulled, his grip slipped, and he lost his balance, falling backward.
Laughter erupted from Prakash and his gang.
Rahul's fear grew as he stepped back, but Arjun simply got up, dusted himself off, and smirked. He placed his foot against the bike, gave it a hard kick, and sent it crashing to the ground. Then, using his full strength, he yanked the chain free, breaking the lock in the process. His white shirt was now smeared with black grease stains, but he didn't care.
Swinging the chain in his hand, he turned to face Prakash and his gang.
The laughter died instantly.
Arjun cracked his neck and swung the chain in a slow, menacing circle. "Alright," he said, his voice calm but firm. "Let's get this over with."
One of Prakash's hired thugs lunged at him first. Arjun let the chain snap forward, wrapping around the guy's arm. With a sharp yank, the guy stumbled forward, and before he could react, Arjun twisted the chain, causing him to flip mid-air. His shirt ripped as he crashed onto the ground with a groan.
The others hesitated for a moment before charging all at once.
Arjun tightened the chain around his right hand and threw a powerful punch at the closest attacker, the impact sending him sprawling. Another guy swung a fist at him, but Arjun ducked, using his wrapped hand to slam into the guy's ribs.
Rahul watched in stunned silence as Arjun moved with precision. He wasn't just fighting—he was dominating.
Within minutes, the group lay groaning on the ground, clutching their injuries. Arjun turned his gaze to Prakash, who was now visibly shaking.
when it comes to the fight no need to waste the words, direct fighting is best solution, what do you think prakash
"Arjun… please… don't—"
Arjun untied the chain from his hand and walked up to him. "Do you still think my words are empty?"
Prakash frantically shook his head. "No! I swear! I won't—"
Too late.
Arjun punched him square in the stomach. Prakash's legs buckled, and he collapsed onto his knees, gasping for air. The stench of urine filled the air—he had wet himself in fear.
Arjun crouched down next to him. "Remember this: Don't try anything stupid again. This time, I only used a bicycle chain. If I had brought my nunchaku, things would've been a lot worse."
With one last kick to Prakash's side, Arjun turned away and grabbed his bag from Rahul.
Rahul finally exhaled. "Damn… Are you okay?"
Arjun smirked. "I'm fine. What about you?"
Rahul glanced at Prakash, who was still lying on the ground, trembling. "Do you think he'll report this to the principal?"
Arjun scoffed. "What do you think? No way. He doesn't want anyone knowing he pissed himself."
Rahul grinned. "Bingo. Let's go. I need to visit the hospital later."
Back in the present, Raj was clutching his stomach, laughing. "I can't believe I missed this! Damn it! I should've been there."
"Even if we told you back then, would you have believed us?" Rahul asked.
"Nope," Raj admitted confidently. "That's why you didn't tell me."
The three of them erupted into laughter again.
Then Raj turned to Arjun. "Wait… do you actually know how to use nunchaku?"
Arjun smirked. "Yeah. I was obsessed with martial arts as a kid, so I trained with them for eight years. After joining school, I mostly played around with them occasionally."
Raj and Rahul exchanged a look.
"Damn," Rahul said, shaking his head. "I guess some things never change."