• English - Crime

    The Last Chapter

    Amal Shukla Part 1 It was just past 3 AM when the neighbors in Versova’s Sea Breeze Heights heard the gunshot. A loud, sharp crack that echoed through the tiled corridors and bounced off the closed windows of sleeping apartments. No one called the police. In Mumbai, people had learned to let things pass. Besides, the rains were hammering down, and it was easy to believe the noise was just thunder. In Flat 9C, Rajiv Mehta lay sprawled on the Persian carpet of his study, a bullet hole clean through his forehead. His right hand was still resting on the…

  • English - Crime - Fiction

    The Minister’s Mistress

    Mira Devika The Bride of Power The rain in Delhi had a peculiar scent that evening — part jasmine, part diesel, part something burning somewhere far away. The same scent Meher Kapoor remembered from her childhood, watching her father practice speeches before the mirror, shirt sleeves rolled up, his eyes alight with some unknowable fire. But now, Meher was twenty-four, and her father was a framed memory garlanded with marigolds in their ancestral home. She stood in front of a mirror in the bridal chamber of the Oberoi, a deep red lehenga clinging to her like memory. Bangles jangling, lip…

  • English - Crime

    Shadows of Mountabu

    Vivek Kumar Chapter 1: Shadows Over Mountabu The morning fog curled through the narrow streets of Mountabu like a living thing, thick and heavy, hiding the tall pine trees and crooked rooftops of the sleepy hill town. The sun hadn’t quite broken through the clouds, and the chill in the air carried the scent of damp earth, moss, and something… strange. A scream shattered the silence. People rushed toward the trail behind Hazelwood Inn, a quiet resort at the edge of the forest. Locals had often warned tourists not to venture too far in the mornings—mist played tricks on the…

  • English - Crime

    The Silent Clue

    Ankit Verma Detective Mira Roy had seen many crime scenes, but none that unsettled her as deeply as the one she faced now. The small study was cluttered yet strangely untouched, as if the killer wanted to send a message rather than cover their tracks. Papers lay scattered across the mahogany desk, a half-empty glass of whiskey sat undisturbed, and the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminated the lifeless figure of Arjun Sen, one of the city’s most respected investigative journalists. Arjun’s eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, mouth slightly agape, frozen in a moment of terror. No visible…

  • English - Crime

    Justice in the Balance

    Siddharth Rao The Accusation The city of Pune rarely witnessed scandals that shook its calm streets and bustling lanes. But the morning of the trial was different. The old District Court building thrummed with restless energy, a crowd spilling beyond the courtroom doors. Inside, the polished wooden benches were packed — lawyers, journalists, curious onlookers, and the jury, a cross-section of Pune’s citizens. All eyes were on the defendant’s table, where sat Richard Singh, a successful industrialist known for his business acumen and philanthropy. Today, however, his usual confident demeanor was replaced with tension. The case: the murder of his…