They say God lives in every corner of this land.
But there are places where people act like He doesn't exist.
Places where screams echo louder than prayers.
Places where even angels close their eyes
In the alleys where little girls get dragged behind silence.
In the bastis where boys learn to slit throats before they learn to read.
In the police stations where rapists walk out smiling...because the judge's nephew was in the same party.
And justice? It's just a word, not a promise.
Because when the world gives you nothing,
you don't wait for mercy. You take what's owed.
But anger has a limit.
And even devils break down when no one's watching.
This ain't your "Incredible" India.
This is the Blackside.
Nawaz — his mother silenced, his father shot guarding a don.
Left with nothing but a scar, a name, and a locked box full of ghosts.
Nathan — raised in a city where priests touched kids and police touched cases only when paid.
He doesn't believe in heaven — because he's already seen hell.
Naman — came from UP, where "respect" means guns on the table and bribes in envelopes.
His house was burned, his name erased, his bloodline sold to politics.
They don't bow.
They don't beg.
They don't forget.
Because in a country that celebrates criminals and buries victims,
these three decided to become something worse than fear....
भlackside of इंdia : भगwan ke तीन शैतान