From pickpocket on platform 4 of Mughalsarai Junction to the man the world's capitals wait on. India, 2000 to 2026.
Early demo — asks for a login. Landscape game, best on a laptop.
Chhotu is an orphan raised by the tea stall beside platform 4. He counts everything, never forgets a face, and cannot stand being looked down on.
Bombay's dance bars and hawala. Purvanchal. An MLA ticket from jail. Six elections, twenty-six years of the country happening on its real dates, and a ledger of everyone he ever wronged.
Indian House of Cards meets Sacred Games, played like a masala film.
“Main kahin ka nahi, Chhedi. Isliye har jagah ka hoon.”
“Bhai. Yeh sheher — yeh sheher toh ek station hai jo kabhi khatam nahi hota.”
“Tu sab sambhal lega. Bas apne aap ko nahi. Kha le.”
“Seat usko milegi jo behtar ginta hai. Aur zinda woh rehta hai jiska guard bahar khada ho, andar nahi.”
“Main? Main sirf apna naam leti hoon. Chanda. Aur woh bhi asli nahi hai.”
“Pita ji ki party pita ji ke baad meri hai. Bhai ko expressway chahiye. Mujhe party chahiye.”
The demo sits behind a login while it's still rough. Ask and you'll get one.
Or get one email when the finished game is out: