Mirzapur -

Guddu and Abhay Tripathi struck the temple at dawn. Not with a bomb, but with a bullhorn. Abhay, standing at the temple gates, shouted: "The priest sells poison under the feet of God. Will you let your children drink his opium?"

So Viju did something unheard of. He turned his auto-rickshaw into a mobile confessional.

"Meet Master Abhay Tripathi," Guddu said, his voice a low gravel. "Son of the late Munna Tripathi and the late Madhuri Yadav Tripathi. Raised in hiding in Nepal. He is the blood of the viper. And he wants his throne back."

But the real power sat in a grease-stained auto-rickshaw.

In the end, Mirzapur had a new king: Master Abhay Tripathi, aged sixteen. Guddu Pandit became his regent—the shadow behind the boy-king.

The devotees turned on the Cleric. His own guards dragged him out. He was found the next morning floating in the Ganges, his wheelchair tied to a sack of poppy husk.