New Chapter Drop – Threads of Fire and Flesh 🔥⚽
Hey folks! Just uploaded Chapter 5
Yantra Protocol.
"When purpose awakens, the body follows — but so do the eyes that want to break you."
This chapter sees Bharath pushed to his limits — on the pitch, in the locker room, and in his own skin. As his body changes faster than science can explain, his dreams with the Red-Silk Goddess grow more vivid... and more real. There's also some banter, tactics, mom wisdom, and a creeping sense that fame isn’t just opportunity — it’s surveillance.
Here’s a taste:
“I don’t want to be a tourist in someone else’s pain,” he whispered. “I don’t want to feel righteous just because I’m helping someone braver than me.”
But something else stirred beneath the guilt — a fire that neither the physio nor the prayers could explain.
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Hi folks,
I have created a discord server - https://discord.gg/jczhY3Hp - on popular request.
Would love to see you there!
Here's a link to my story - Yantra Protocol - in case you have not read it yet.
https://storiesonline.net/n/32111/yantra-protocol
Look forward to connecting with you on my discord!
Introducing the latest chapter in my webstory. Please do give it a read. Feedback welcome!
Yantra Protocol – Chapter 4: Whispers in the Smoke
The city of Calcutta doesn’t sleep. It watches, listens, remembers — especially when men like Mani wave secrets around like they’re made of gold. Chapter 4 peels back the veil on the quieter war — the one fought in alleys, teashops, and broken godowns by women who have learned to vanish.
As Priya lays the groundwork for her whisper network and Bharath tries to make his mark on the football pitch, dangerous threads begin to tighten. Every photo developed, every street stall visited, and every girl who dares to hope becomes part of the storm that’s coming.
Excerpt:
"Arey dekh re bhai! Photo aisa hai ki Calcutta hilega! I will shake Calcutta with this photo!"
Mani’s voice slurred with drunken bravado, his fingers waving the photograph like a magic scroll.
In the shadows, Madan’s camera clicked once. Then twice.
Across the city, Priya pulled on a faded saree, a gamchha covering half her face. Her voice was low, unremarkable.
"Mani bhai toh kal pura picture chalu kar diya. Photo wave kore, sob ke bolchhe. Drunk full."
Just gossip. Just noise. But if the Syndicate heard it, they wouldn’t look at her.
They’d look at him.
Catch up on Chapter 4 now – where camouflage becomes a weapon, secrets become leverage, and Calcutta’s smoke-choked streets hold more than chai and chaos.