Anurima Ghosh 1 The train wound its way through the steep curves of the hills, the rhythmic clatter of wheels fading into the hush of the morning mist. Detective Satyen Chatterjee leaned against the window of his compartment, watching the world blur into shades of gray and green. Darjeeling, with its colonial houses perched like watchful sentinels and the endless rows of tea bushes stretching into the fog, had always held for him a curious mixture of charm and melancholy. This was no leisurely visit, however. The summons from the Darjeeling police was urgent: a murder had been discovered in…
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Devraj Sinha The monsoon had not yet broken, but the clouds over Mumbai were swollen with a menace that seemed to mirror the city’s mood. At Marine Drive, waves pounded against the seawall as if the Arabian Sea was impatient with human stubbornness. Detective Arvind Rao, sitting in the back of a police jeep, felt the salt spray coat his face as they sped past the stretch of neon-lit hotels that fronted the coast. His phone buzzed again; Commissioner Kulkarni’s voice had been sharp and hurried. “Bollywood producer, big name, dead in a penthouse. Locked room. Media will have a…
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Alok Mukherjee I The Mallick mansion stood like a fading relic on one of South Kolkata’s quieter streets, its grandeur worn down by decades of neglect, yet still capable of stirring awe in those who crossed its threshold. Rajat Mallick, the current custodian of this ancestral home, walked through its corridors with a nervous air, his mind fixed on the night ahead. The music room, once the pride of his forefathers, had not seen such a gathering in years. High ceilings lined with fading frescoes, Belgian chandeliers that flickered with uneven light, and carved wooden panels heavy with dust spoke…
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Pramit Deshmukh 1 The hills of Dharamshala carried a silence unlike any other. It was not the silence of emptiness, but one layered with murmurs of prayer wheels, the occasional clang of temple bells, and the distant rustle of pine forests swaying with the mountain wind. In the early mornings, the mist floated across the ridges like drifting spirits, veiling and unveiling the town in turns. Pilgrims wound their way to monasteries, their maroon robes a steady rhythm against the gray stone paths. The air smelled faintly of incense and butter lamps, mingled with the earthy dampness of rain-kissed soil.…
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Mira D’Silva Episode 1 – The Hidden Canvas Ananya Mehta had never entered Professor Hall’s office without permission before. The narrow corridor outside the Fine Arts Department was deserted that evening, the winter light drained from the sky, and the flickering tube light above made the varnished wooden door glow in a tired, sickly sheen. She stood with her hand on the brass knob, half-deciding whether to turn away, but curiosity had its own pull. Hall had sent her a hurried message to retrieve a folder from his desk, nothing more. He had sounded distracted, impatient even, as though every…
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1 The palace of Jaipur glistened like a jewel itself that evening, its sandstone walls bathed in golden floodlights that made the domes shimmer against the velvet dusk. The air was heavy with the mingled scents of marigolds, rose petals, and sandalwood incense, drifting from garlands and altars placed strategically across courtyards. Musicians in traditional attire played the shehnai, their melodies rising above the hum of conversation as the grand wedding of Princess Mrinalini Singh commenced. Guests had flown in from every corner of India, ranging from film stars draped in silk to political dignitaries clad in regal bandhgalas. International…
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Ethan Ray Episode 1 – The Breach The lights of Manhattan flickered once, twice, then died. Traffic signals froze in the middle of rush hour. Elevators locked between floors. Screens inside Times Square went blank, the usual neon chaos swallowed in sudden silence. For a moment, the city stood suspended in a strange twilight of confusion, as though the heartbeat of New York had skipped a beat. Then came the sirens, the panicked voices, the realization that something was terribly wrong. By the time the backup grids powered up, half the financial district was already in chaos. Banks reported locked…
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Adrian S. D’Costa Part 1 – The Last Supper The night smelled of salt and rust, the sea breeze drifting from the Arabian coast into the narrow gullies of Colaba. Neon lights flickered above paan shops and half-shuttered bars, their red and blue haze blurring with the cigarette smoke that hung thick in the air. It was a Saturday night, but the streets were too quiet, as if the city itself was holding its breath. Inside Casa Fortuna, an old Portuguese villa-turned-restaurant, twelve men sat around a mahogany dining table polished to an unnatural gleam. Each man wore an expensive…
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Karan Ahuja 1 Raghav Rao sat hunched over the glow of his monitor in the empty IT office, the soft hum of cooling fans the only company in the midnight silence. Outside, Bangalore’s Outer Ring Road buzzed with the faint rhythm of traffic, but inside the glass tower it was a different world—one of endless code, shifting deadlines, and invisible pressure. He was used to the long hours, the quiet loneliness of staying back while his colleagues left for pubs or late-night biryanis. But tonight felt different. As his fingers traced the logic of the application update, line by line,…
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Sudarshan Tripathi 1 The first light of dawn spread over Varanasi, turning the Ganges into a molten ribbon of gold and crimson. Dashashwamedh Ghat was just waking—priests arranging lamps for the day’s rituals, pilgrims dipping themselves into the sacred waters, and vendors setting up their stalls along the steps. The city breathed a timeless rhythm, as if each sunrise repeated the same prayer uttered for thousands of years. But on this particular morning, the serenity of the river was broken by a shrill cry from a boatman. His small wooden boat bobbed unevenly as he leaned over the edge, staring…