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.