Fan of a Gangster

Rudra Mehra wasn’t born dangerous. Life made him that way. He grew up in Devgarh, a city where power spoke louder than rules — where people either learned to fight or learned to fear. His father, Rajesh Mehra, was a respected government officer — strict, honest, and feared for his discipline. His mother, Kavita Mehra, was a teacher, gentle but strong; she raised him to believe in kindness even when the world wasn’t kind. Rudra was a bright kid — sharp in studies, quiet in class, always top of his batch. But when his father was falsely suspended in a corruption scandal — something he never did — Rudra learned his first real lesson: truth doesn’t always win. He was sixteen when a few local goons mocked his family, calling his father a “chor.” That day, Rudra broke one of their noses — and something inside him changed forever. He realized respect isn’t asked for… it’s taken. From that day, people stopped calling him “Rajesh Mehra’s son.” They started whispering another name — Rudra — the boy with eyes that didn’t blink when angry, and fists that never lost. Yet beneath the street fights, he never stopped studying. He cleared his exams with top marks, earned a seat at Silverwood College, and carried both his mother’s dreams and his own anger in the same heart. He never bullied anyone first. He only protected what was his — his friends, his pride, his name. To his mother, he was her calm, caring boy. To the city of Devgarh, he was the storm they didn’t want to face. And that’s how Rudra Mehra, the street-smart king of Silverwood College, was born — a boy with a good heart, a bad reputation, and a destiny waiting to collide with someone who wasn’t afraid of him.