Rishabh’s fingers flew across the mechanical keyboard. He had to strip the metadata before the countdown hit zero. On the screen, the fictional violence of Mirzapur played on in a tiny window, a stark contrast to the very real massacre about to descend upon them.
Instead of the show, the screen turned a sickly neon green. A countdown appeared, overlaid on a map of the Tripathi carpet factory. Rishabh’s fingers flew across the mechanical keyboard
The screen went black. A mile away, an explosion rocked the Jaunpur safehouse. Rishabh closed his laptop and looked at his uncle. Rishabh’s fingers flew across the mechanical keyboard