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    The Fifth Room at Windmere Lodge

    Sohini Das The car stopped in front of the rusted gates of Windmere Lodge with a hiss, steam rising faintly from the bonnet like breath on a cold mirror. Devika Rao stepped out, pulling her shawl tighter around her shoulders. Mussoorie in late October was crueler than she’d expected. The sun had vanished behind a sheet of dull grey clouds, and even the pine trees looked like shadows painted against a darkening canvas. She looked up at the lodge — a two-storied colonial building half-swallowed by ivy and memory. The windows were arched, curtained in velvet too heavy for the…

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    The Saree That Sang

    Madhumita Ray Chapter 1: The Trunk in the Attic The late March sun hung lazily over Shobhabazar, its amber glow falling across the shuttered windows of Anwesha’s ancestral home. The house, with its high ceilings, red oxide floors, and fading portraits, had been silent for years—like a tabla with loosened skin, still noble but mute. It had belonged to her grandfather, a man she barely remembered except through his letters—always inked in blue, always signed “Dadu.” Anwesha had returned from Mumbai after almost a decade, driven by equal parts nostalgia and necessity. Her mother’s sudden passing left the Shobhabazar house…

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    The Ghats of Midnight

    Chapter 1: Arrival at the Ghat Tarak Nath Tripathi stepped off the rickety auto-rickshaw with his backpack slung over one shoulder and his thesis notes clutched tightly in a cracked leather folder. The heat clung to his skin like a second garment, thick with smoke and the smell of burning sandalwood, flesh, and Ganges water. He stood at the edge of the Manikarnika Ghat, watching the sacred river flow as if it had no memory of the centuries it carried. Bodies wrapped in saffron cloth were being carried down the steps by chanting pallbearers, while others burned on pyres whose…

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    Ghosts of Gariahat

    Anindita Pal Chapter 1: The Momo Plan It was one of those sticky summer nights in Kolkata when the ceiling fans felt more like an insult than comfort. Power had just returned after a one-hour load shedding, and the five of them—Rik, Mou, Shaon, Neel, and Isha—were sprawled on the floor of Shaon’s living room, pretending to care about a movie none of them had chosen. “Let’s go get momos,” said Mou, sitting up with the sudden clarity of someone struck by divine hunger. “Real ones. Spicy ones. From that stall near the Bata showroom.” Neel raised an eyebrow. “At…

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    The Tamarind Curse

    Malabika Roy 1 Dr. Madhurima Sen had never heard of Adiganahalli until the envelope arrived—unmarked, yellowing, and sealed with an old wax crest that had nearly dissolved into the paper itself. Inside was a legal note handwritten in Kannada, barely decipherable, informing her that a small parcel of ancestral land and an attached cottage had been passed down to her name through her maternal grandmother’s side. Curious more than anything else, Madhurima contacted the village registrar. The man on the phone sounded both surprised and reluctant. “You can come,” he had said slowly, “but don’t expect anyone to welcome you…

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    Shadows Beneath the Ghat

    Sohini Chattopadhyay Chapter 1: The Rented Room Tuhina Roy arrived at the old mansion just as the late November light began to fade into the haze of North Kolkata’s dusk. Ahiritola Ghat loomed just beyond the house—a crumbling stretch of stone steps and moss, where the Hooghly whispered its slow secrets. She was here to research colonial bathhouses, but what drew her was something less academic, more instinctive. A longing she couldn’t explain. The house stood like a reluctant witness to time. Faded green shutters flanked its tall windows, the wrought-iron balconies sagging under decades of neglect. A strand of…

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    The Milk Teeth

    Partha Deb One The jeep rattled along the muddy road, its tires groaning under the weight of city luggage packed high with gadgets, snacks, and books. Arjun Mehta, all of eleven and glowing with the defiance only a Mumbai boy could carry, pressed his face against the dusty window. Rain-patterned fog rolled across the hills like a slumbering beast. His parents had waved him off with hopeful smiles, convinced that a few weeks with his grandmother in the village of Nandpur would break his screen addiction. But as the trees closed in and the modern world blurred into mist and…

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    The Forgotten Door

    Dev Mukherjee Chapter 1: Arrival at Dusk The forest road narrowed as they drove deeper into Kunnur, swallowed by towering eucalyptus trees on either side. The air smelled of wet bark and moss, tinged with the chill of approaching dusk. Kabir kept his eyes on the curving path, one hand gripping the wheel, the other occasionally brushing against Riya’s fingers resting on the gearstick. She was staring out the window, her camera already in her lap. “Are you sure this is the right way?” Kabir asked, voice uncertain. The GPS had long since stopped working. Riya nodded. “The caretaker said…

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    The Manor

    Rudra Sen Chapter 1: The Arrival The moors stretched endlessly, cloaked in a veil of mist that clung low to the earth, as though the land itself held its breath. The carriage creaked along the gravel path, its wheels crunching through the frost-laced ground. Inside, Elena Blackwood sat with gloved hands clasped tightly in her lap, her gaze fixed out the window. Her reflection shimmered faintly on the glass, pale and ghostlike against the gray sky. Beside her, Arthur sat in silence, his expression unreadable. “It’s just ahead,” he said quietly, as though afraid the wind might overhear. As the…

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    The House on Baraf Bagh Street

    Arundhuti Basu Chapter 1: It was the kind of cold that crept under your skin and settled in the bones—a Lucknow winter that made the air brittle and the silence of Baraf Bagh Street even more unnerving. Saswata Mehta arrived at dusk, his suitcase in one hand and a stack of crumpled manuscript pages in the other. The mansion stood like a forgotten relic—its yellowing façade blotched with moss, tall arched windows sealed shut, and wooden eaves sagging under decades of neglect. The gate creaked in protest as he pushed it open, a cry so human it made him pause.…