Martial arts wasn't just training for Aarav. It was war. Every punch was for the names he was called. Every kick, a reply to every rejection. He trained in:
Muay Thai for power
Jiu-Jitsu for control
Boxing for speed and confidence
His coach, Shiv Rana, a former national fighter, saw his fire.
"You fight like someone who's been fighting all his life—but without his fists."
Aarav entered his first underground tournament in Noida. No rules, no fame. Just grit. He lost the first match—bloodied nose, busted lip.
But he smiled through the pain.
Because for the first time, the fat boy wasn't hiding. He was standing in a ring.