Nishant R. Ahuja 1 The screen flickers alive with the booming digital countdown: 00:01:58…00:01:57…. A flurry of live comments races down the chat— “Let’s goooo!” “Bet this is all fake again.” “12 HOURS INSIDE BHANGARH?? THEY’LL DIE 💀💀💀” At exactly 7:00 PM, the livestream begins. The scene opens on four figures standing outside the broken archway of Bhangarh Fort, silhouetted by the amber light of a sinking sun. A crisp boom mic catches the rustle of wind through overgrown grass and ruins. Aarav Malhotra steps into frame, flashing his signature grin at the camera. “Yo what’s up, NightWatchers! Tonight is…
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Trisha Das 1 The toy train chugged out of Ghum station, leaving behind a curl of white smoke that quickly vanished into the thickening mist. Tiasa Sen leaned against the cold windowpane of the shared jeep, her fingers absently tracing the condensation forming along the glass. Darjeeling, shrouded in monsoon fog and quiet pine-scented air, unfolded around her like a faded photograph—half remembered, half imagined. She had been here once before as a child, but the sharp edges of memory had blurred over time. Now, as an anthropologist specializing in postcolonial folklore, she returned not as a tourist but as…
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Asit Chowdhury 1 The red dust of Birbhum clung to Dr. Soumita Sen’s sandals as she stepped off the rickety local bus into the drowsy village of Palashpur. A warm wind carried the scent of mahua flowers and something more ancient—old wood smoke, dried hay, and the faintest echo of a tune no one seemed to sing. Her DSLR swung at her side, and in her leather satchel rested her most important equipment—a portable sound recorder and an archive notebook with trembling pages of half-remembered Baul songs. Palashpur had not been part of her original plan. She had been chasing…
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Veena Mehta One The ancient ghat on the banks of the Narmada shimmered under the golden light of Kartik Purnima. Clay lamps floated silently on the water like drifting prayers, their flames barely flickering in the still air. Pilgrims descended the wide, weathered stone steps in silence or chant, some with folded palms, some with copper pots brimming with sacred water. The Deshmukh family, visiting from Pune, stood together at the edge of the ghat. Vinay adjusted his spectacles while Malini held tightly onto their youngest daughter Ahalya’s wrist. The girl, all of eight years old, was already tugging away—drawn…
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Nikita Kaul 1 The first time Tanvi Mehra heard about the chalk outline was during her third day at St. Augustine’s Residential Academy for Girls. It was whispered between two girls in the library, their voices low but their eyes flickering with unmistakable fear. The words “outline,” “disappears,” and “Ragini” caught Tanvi’s attention like hooks in water. She leaned further behind the old geography shelf, heart thudding—not from belief, but curiosity. She had transferred here from Delhi after a messy school suspension and an even messier stepfather situation. Her mother called this place a “fresh start.” Tanvi called it a…
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Leena Rao Chapter 1: The Moonlit Arrival Viraj Saxena’s camera bag felt heavier than usual as he made his way down the dusty path that led to the riverbank. The sun had just set, casting an amber hue over the rugged landscape of Bhedaghat, a small town nestled by the Narmada River, near Jabalpur. Known for its towering white marble cliffs and the famous Dhuandhar Waterfall, Bhedaghat was a photographer’s dream. But Viraj had come here with a different purpose. He was after something deeper—something otherworldly. He had heard about the moonlit beauty of the marble rocks, a sight that…
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Niranjan Pathak Nina Kapoor’s heart raced as the dusty roads of Rajasthan stretched endlessly before her, each turn taking her deeper into the forgotten heart of the desert. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the desolate landscape, turning the world into a haze of orange and pink. Nina, a young historian from Delhi, had come here with a single purpose: to investigate the ancient ruins of the Shivani Mata Temple, a place shrouded in mystery and steeped in legend. The village she arrived in, Kundalpur, was a relic of a bygone era. It lay at the edge…
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Milan Chetri Part 1: The Forgotten Graveyard The road to Mangalpur was little more than a cracked ribbon of asphalt swallowed by the forest. Raghav Mitra leaned forward in his jeep’s passenger seat, squinting at the GPS signal that blinked in and out like a dying candle. “This better not be another ghost town with cows and bad reception,” he muttered, brushing dust off his camera lens. Anya didn’t respond. She was too focused on keeping the jeep from skidding into the drainage ditch that lined the road. “Five more kilometers,” she finally said, her voice clipped. “After that, the…
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Amit Joshi Chapter 1: The Legend Ravi, a historian with a passion for uncovering forgotten histories, sat in his cluttered study, surrounded by piles of old manuscripts, faded maps, and ancient scrolls. His eyes glimmered with excitement as he uncovered a fragment of a long-forgotten legend, buried deep within the annals of history. It spoke of a village, lost to time, hidden in the rugged hills of Himachal Pradesh. The village, once home to a thriving community, was cursed and abandoned after a series of unexplained deaths and disappearances over a century ago. According to the legend, the villagers had…
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Anvita Kale The wind changed somewhere near Sangamner. It was supposed to be a simple road trip — two nights at an eco-resort near Trimbak, a break from city noise, and an attempt to make memories. But the wind that crossed the ghats that morning smelled like dust, wet leaves, and something else Meera couldn’t name. She rolled down her window as their black Mahindra XUV curved along the old Nashik–Pune highway, her sari end fluttering like a tired flag. The car was filled with laughter and the crackle of a Bluetooth speaker, but Meera was silent. “What’s wrong?” Vikrant…