Chammak Chandra

Dust devils danced across the parched earth, mirroring the unease brewing in Vanaveera’s ancestral village. A guttural roar shattered the morning calm – not of a beast, but of roaring engines. It was election season, and the iron fist of Ravana Reddy descended, his eyes glinting with predatory hunger. Young Vanaveera, proud descendant of a…