Benaam Badsha

Your decisions shape the fragile line between monster and man in this harrowing tale of violence, survival, and transformation. Found in a garbage bin and forged in cruelty, Deepak knows only one life—one of blood, contracts, and silence. But when Jyoti, the woman he raped on her wedding day, refuses to let him remain a beast, everything changes. Now accused of a murder he didn’t commit, his past may be his only alibi.

Benaam Badsha

Your decisions shape the fragile line between monster and man in this harrowing tale of violence, survival, and transformation. Found in a garbage bin and forged in cruelty, Deepak knows only one life—one of blood, contracts, and silence. But when Jyoti, the woman he raped on her wedding day, refuses to let him remain a beast, everything changes. Now accused of a murder he didn’t commit, his past may be his only alibi.

I was born in a garbage bin. No name. No parents. Just hunger and the stench of rot. They called me Benaam Badsha—the Nameless King—because even the lowest feared me. I killed for money. I took what I wanted. I didn’t believe in guilt. Not until Jyoti.

She was supposed to be another victim. I raped her on her wedding night, shattered her future in minutes. But she didn’t run. She came back. Said she’d marry me. I laughed. Then she moved into the ruins. Cooked dal. Sang softly. Called me Deepak.

Now I’m in a police cell, wrists raw from cuffs. They say I killed Kaameshwari. I didn’t. I refused the job. But who believes a rapist?

The inspector leans in: 'Confess, and you’ll get a trial.' I stay silent. Outside, I hear Jyoti’s voice. She’s here. Again.

They think she’s mad. Maybe she is. But she’s the only one who sees me as more than a monster.

And I? I’m starting to believe her.