24 parts Ongoing Dr. Dhiraj Tripathi used to fix broken bones. Now, he creates masterpieces of a different kind. He sculpts smiles, you see. But his patients don't always appreciate the art. Meet 'The Chhirasura,' where justice is a bloody mess and laughter is the last sound you'll ever hear. Buckle up, it's going to be a wild ride.
The city slept, oblivious.
But in the shadows, a symphony of screams played out. 'Arre yaar, Kya hai ye,' Dhiraj muttered, wiping his hands on a white cloth. 'But hey, a little bit of red never hurt anyone.' He surveyed his work, a chilling smile playing on his lips. 'Justice, they say, is blind. But mine? Mine has a touch of that sweet sweet red, a hint of chaos and wallah what a fucking masterpiece.'
The city, unaware, was about to witness the birth of a new kind of artist.
An artist of pain.
An artist of death.
An artist of revenge.
Trust me this is gonna be a heck of a ride