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    The House That Spoke

    September 3, 2025 - By 

    Eleanor Gray Part 1 – The Arrival The rain had begun long before Anna reached the edge of the village. It was not the sudden monsoon torrent of her childhood stories, but a relentless English drizzle that sank deep into her coat, her shoes, even her bones. She tightened her grip on the worn leather suitcase, her grandmother’s initials still faintly etched on its brass clasp, and tried to steady her breath as the taxi pulled away, leaving her alone on the narrow country lane. Before her, shrouded in mist, rose the house. It was not a mansion—though once, perhaps,…

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    The Echoes of Misty Pines

    September 1, 2025 - By 

    Rishabh Malhotra The train wound its way up from Siliguri like a slow-breathing animal, dragging itself through tunnels and ridges until the landscape turned from dust and plains into green shadows and mist. Aanya pressed her forehead against the glass of the narrow window and felt the chill bite through. The air smelled different here—pine, wet earth, smoke rising from unseen chimneys. She had always imagined Darjeeling to be painted in postcards: toy train whistles, Kanchenjunga glowing in the distance, laughter of tourists around Mall Road. But this time, she wasn’t here for postcards or tourist guides. She was here…

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    Whispers in Bhangarh

    August 31, 2025 - By 

    Rudra Pratap Sharma 1 The dusty roads leading into Alwar shimmered beneath the late afternoon sun as Devendra “Dev” Singh leaned forward against the rattling seat of the hired jeep, his eyes fixed on the rugged Aravalli Hills in the distance. The heat pressed down, unforgiving, but for Dev, the oppressive weather was just another detail in the landscape of Rajasthan—a backdrop to history’s forgotten voices. A backpack filled with notebooks, excavation tools, and his trusty camera rested by his side, each item carefully chosen for the task ahead. He had come not as a tourist, but as a seeker…

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    The Drowned Bride of Jhargram

    August 30, 2025 - By 

    Purnendu Dey I The road to Jhargram was lined with towering sal and mahua trees, their shadows stretching long in the golden light of late afternoon as the car carrying Arjun and Priya turned towards the palace gates. For both of them, this was supposed to be a moment of pride, of fulfillment—choosing a venue that not only reflected heritage and grandeur but also marked the beginning of their married life in an unforgettable way. Priya, who had spent years documenting old forts and mansions as part of her conservation projects, was brimming with excitement, her eyes darting between the…

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    The Signal Hill

    August 28, 2025 - By 

    Ayan Joshi 1 The train wound its way into Shimla as the first flakes of snow began to fall, softening the mountain town into a postcard of white rooftops, misty pines, and narrow lanes alive with winter tourists. Aarav, carrying his DSLR slung across his shoulder, was the first to leap off the platform with boyish enthusiasm, capturing quick shots of the swirling mist as though he were on assignment. Nisha, in her woolen cap and notebook tucked beneath her arm, followed with a practiced curiosity in her eyes, already framing how this trip might spin into a magazine piece…

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    The Midnight Game

    August 28, 2025 - By 

    Episode 1 – The Dare The night it began was not chosen for any omen or occasion; it was picked out of boredom. That was the most dangerous part. If the six of them had gathered in the old house because of belief, because of faith in the stories they had read online, perhaps there would have been a kind of reverence in their actions, a hesitation that might have saved them. But boredom—boredom never allows reverence. It breeds mockery, and mockery is exactly what the thing they called into that house was waiting for. The house itself was a…

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    The Hollow Village

    August 27, 2025 - By 

    Aarav Sen Episode 1: The Wrong Turn The air thinned as the trail rose, a slow, needling cold that found the seams in jackets and the cracks in bravado. Rhea Banerjee kept her camera slung against her ribs like a warm heart she could press to; every few minutes she paused to frame a ridge, a smear of cloud, the ant-line of pilgrims far below. Aditya Malhotra walked ahead with his hands in his pockets and that steady, skeptical pace that made him look like he was measuring the mountain and finding it slightly overrated. Tara and Naman, their friends…

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    The Last Call from Jatinga

    August 26, 2025 - By 

    Mridul Sharma Chapter 1: Arrival in Jatinga unfolds with an air of subtle unease, as Ranjit Barua makes his way into the mist-laden village nestled deep within the hills of Assam. From the moment he arrives, he senses the unusual stillness that hangs over the place, a quiet that seems almost unnatural. The village is small, with narrow winding lanes that vanish into dense forests, where thick fog curls around ancient trees like spectral fingers. Ranjit is there to report on the recent installation of 5G towers, a technological intrusion into a landscape steeped in mystery and superstition. Yet, as…

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    The Salt Bride

    August 26, 2025 - By 

    Meenakshi Varadhan Part 1: The White Desert The train had left him at Bhuj, dusty and sun-beaten, a town that seemed more like the last outpost before the world ended. From there Kabir Deshmukh rode in a rattling jeep to the edge of the Rann, the salt flats spreading like a white ocean under the burning sky. He was thirty-eight, an archaeologist who had mapped ruins in Rajasthan and caves in Maharashtra, but nothing had prepared him for the silence of this desert. No trees, no rivers, just the crunch of crystallized salt under his boots and the horizon quivering…

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    The Forgotten Carnival

    August 25, 2025 - By 

    Evelyn Hart Part 1 – The Road Into the Woods The forest road narrowed like a throat as they drove deeper into it, the canopy closing overhead until sunlight became a dim green wash, a trickle of light spilling between branches that seemed too eager to entwine. The rental car rattled over roots breaking through the old asphalt, and every so often the trees opened to reveal brief glimpses of moss-slick boulders or dry creekbeds that wound like scars across the earth. In the backseat, Priya leaned forward between the front seats, her voice sharp with that mix of excitement…