• Comedy - English

    The Last Slice

    Rohan Banerjee Part 1: Viral Villain Raj Mehta believed in three things: breakfast before tweets, a drizzle of extra virgin olive oil on everything, and the sanctity of the last slice. The first two had kept him mostly sane. The third was about to ruin his life. It happened at a café in Lajpat Nagar that insisted on calling the waiter a “pizza sommelier.” Raj was reviewing their new menu for his channel, Raj On A Plate, which, if we’re honest, was a modest plate. Not fine china. More like a laminated thali. The café had one wood-fired Margherita left…

  • Comedy - English

    The Accidental Mayor

    Rohan Banerjee On the morning the town decided Arjun Mishra was qualified to run a municipality, he overslept, which, in his defense, was how he responded to most major events including India matches, family weddings, and gas cylinder deliveries, and when his phone alarm blared “RISE, MAYOR,” not because he was prophetic but because his roommate Pintu had changed the label after watching a motivational reel, Arjun groaned, flung a pillow at the ceiling fan like the fan could negotiate with Monday, stumbled into a bath that was more an apology to water than hygiene, zipped into his faded red…

  • Comedy - English

    Boss, Interrupted

    Sudesh Rao   Harsh Gupta had always imagined his life would pass quietly between spreadsheets, half-drunk cups of tea, and the occasional team lunch where no one remembered his name, and that was perfectly fine with him because invisibility was his survival strategy in the large and chaotic Gurgaon office of Midas Synergy Solutions, a company that did everything and nothing at once, surviving on buzzwords and investor slides. He was a man who entered meetings late enough to avoid introductions and left early enough to avoid being assigned tasks, a man who owned three identical shirts in pale blue…

  • Comedy - English

    The Airport Boyfriend

    Kunal Deshmukh   Part 1 — Placards and Proposals Arjun Mehta had never imagined that life as a broke engineering student would lead him to standing in the arrivals terminal of the city airport, clutching a glossy white placard with names written in bold black marker. He wasn’t even supposed to be here. His real job was to fix malfunctioning printers in his hostel and build circuits for his classmates in exchange for Maggi packets, but when his college senior told him about this “easy money gig” at the airport—just hold a sign, smile politely, and hand over the passenger…

  • Comedy - English - Young Adult

    Gully Premier League

    Mahesh Shukla The first chapter, The Chawl Conspiracy, plunges readers into the vibrant chaos of a typical Mumbai chawl, where the scent of street food mingles with the hum of everyday life. Ro, a lanky teenager with a sharp tongue and an eye for mischief, slumps against the railing of the narrow balcony, lamenting the exorbitant IPL ticket prices. “Who even has the money for these stadiums?” he grumbles, tossing a cricket ball absentmindedly into the air. Around him, the chawl pulses with life—neighbors shouting from adjacent windows, a distant honking of rickshaws, and the occasional clang of utensils from…

  • Comedy - English

    The Misadventures of Benson Lane

    Rohan Banerjee It was a bright Sunday morning in Kolkata, which meant two things: the neighborhood cricket match would block all traffic, and Auntie Shukla would be out in full force, armed with gossip and a rolling pin. Benson Lane wasn’t famous for anything—unless you counted its residents’ Olympic-level ability to interfere in each other’s lives. The star of this story was Mr. Debu Mukherjee, a retired bank officer with too much free time and a suspicious interest in everyone’s grocery shopping. That morning, Debu Babu spotted something alarming at the lane’s corner tea stall. His long-time rival, Somnath, was…

  • Comedy - English

    The Accidental Groom

    Tara Ellison Ray Jay Parker hated weddings. He hated the drama, the speeches, the couples gazing into each other’s eyes like the world was a chocolate fountain. But most of all, he hated commitment. So naturally, when his best mate Ollie invited him to a week-long bachelor party in Goa—far, far away from London’s relentless drizzle and his ex-girlfriend’s constant texting—Jay booked the flight without a second thought. He didn’t bother to read the fine print. Details bored him. That’s how he ended up sleep-deprived, slightly hungover, and entirely confused when a chauffeur holding a sign that read “Jai Prakash…

  • Comedy - English

    The Divorce Planner

    Suparna Verma 1 Maya Iyer adjusted the collar of her navy-blue jumpsuit and glanced once more at the ornate wall clock above her desk. 11:27 a.m. The Deshmukh settlement was scheduled for noon, but she knew they’d be late. High-profile clients always were—especially when their breakup had been trending on social media for a week. She sipped her filter coffee from the oversized wine glass she insisted on using—her tiny rebellion against conventional labels. Her office, nestled in a sleek corner of Banjara Hills, didn’t scream “divorce.” It whispered it—soft couches, muted pastels, and an aroma diffuser that smelled like…

  • Comedy - English

    Bachelor Biryani Bhavan

    Siddharth Menon 1 It was a Tuesday night in T. Nagar, but the heat clung to the crumbling walls of Flat 104 like a desperate tenant refusing eviction. The creaky ceiling fan spun half-heartedly, threatening to fall with every rotation, while four men lay in various stages of exhaustion and hopelessness across mismatched plastic chairs and a cushionless diwan. Arjun, or AJ as he insisted on being called, stared at the ceiling with the focus of a man calculating the philosophical purpose of unpaid rent. “Four days left before the landlord removes us like expired chutney,” he muttered. Karthik, perched…

  • Comedy - English

    Fake Date, Real Disaster

    Aarushi Sen Rivalry on Maple Street There were only two things Maya Verma loved more than cinnamon rolls: winning and watching Theo Fernandes lose. Which is why Monday morning began exactly the way she liked it—with Theo storming out of his café across the street, scowling at a batch of sunken muffins while Maya casually sipped her soy cappuccino on the patio of Sugar & Sage, her quaint vegan café with mismatched chairs and hanging ferns. “Morning, Theo,” she called sweetly, stirring her coffee like it held all her smugness. Theo glared at her. “Your oven’s probably powered by smugness.”…