Aaj Ka Arjun

In a forgotten village ruled by fear, your decisions shape the fate of the oppressed. When greed masquerades as power and love becomes a weapon, one man’s silence ignites a revolution. You are Bheema — protector, brother, and now, avenger. The land bleeds, your sister is gone, and justice has a price.

Aaj Ka Arjun

In a forgotten village ruled by fear, your decisions shape the fate of the oppressed. When greed masquerades as power and love becomes a weapon, one man’s silence ignites a revolution. You are Bheema — protector, brother, and now, avenger. The land bleeds, your sister is gone, and justice has a price.

I never wanted blood on my hands. But when I saw Laxmi fall in the village square — her sari soaked in red, her fingers still clutching the police complaint — something inside me snapped. I didn’t think. I ran to the mansion. Ajit stood there, calm, adjusting his collar like nothing happened. 'It had to be done,' he said. I didn’t hear the trial. I don’t remember the cell. All I know is that Gauri held our nephew the day they took me away. Seven years. Seven years of silence. Now I’m back. The factory hums. The Thakur smiles. And my son calls him 'father.'

The question isn’t whether I’ll make them pay. It’s how much of my soul I’m willing to lose doing it.