• English - Romance

    Between Two Flights

    Rajesh Sharma 1 Rohan Mehta tugged his cabin bag behind him, the wheels making a soft, uneven clatter against the polished floors of Bangalore’s Kempegowda International Airport. It was close to midnight, yet the terminal buzzed with the muffled sounds of announcements, footsteps, and the clink of coffee cups echoing across the atrium. His flight to Toronto was scheduled for 12:30 a.m., but the glowing red letters on the overhead board betrayed the truth—Delayed: Next Update 2:00 a.m. He sighed, adjusting his glasses and running a hand through his hair, a familiar gesture whenever he felt the sting of uncertainty.…

  • Crime - English

    Blood on the Expressway

    Prabhat Mishra One The night on the Delhi-Mumbai Expressway was unlike the chaotic city roads it connected. Here, silence ruled the vast stretches, broken only by the occasional roar of engines and the rhythmic hum of tires on asphalt. The headlights of passing cars carved fleeting tunnels of brightness through the darkness, then disappeared, leaving the long, lonely highway in its natural emptiness once more. For truck drivers, these journeys were about endurance—keeping eyes open, hands steady, and minds sharp. One such driver, Ravi Yadav, was maneuvering his lorry past a half-lit toll booth when he noticed something unusual: a…

  • English - Young Adult

    The Exam That Changed Everything

    Prafulla Joshi 1 Aniket pressed his forehead against the bus window as the vehicle rumbled into Kota, Rajasthan, the fabled city of toppers and broken dreams. The streets seemed to throb with urgency—rows of coaching institutes with massive billboards promising “AIR 1 in IIT-JEE,” hostels stacked like pigeonholes with nervous teenagers peering out, chai stalls overflowing with students drowning themselves in caffeine and formulas. To any outsider, Kota looked like a factory assembly line where only marks mattered, and Aniket, fresh from his small hometown, felt like the newest product placed on the conveyor belt. His parents had waved him…

  • English - Romance

    The Blue Saree

    Utsab Mukherjee 1 Shubhayan stepped out of the taxi into the sprawling expanse of the Kolkata Book Fair, 2025, feeling a mixture of exhilaration and trepidation. The early morning sunlight glinted off the vibrant banners fluttering above the rows of stalls, each adorned with stacks of books promising worlds unknown. He carried in his hands a small bundle of his freshly printed debut novels, the culmination of years of sleepless nights, scribbled notes, and endless revisions. The fair was already buzzing with energy—publishers hustling to display their latest titles, readers wandering between aisles, occasionally stopping to leaf through glossy pages,…

  • English - Romance

    Train to Desire

    1 The day had begun like any other in Kolkata, with the skies threatening a storm since dawn. By late afternoon, the monsoon had broken loose in all its fury, lashing against tin rooftops and overflowing the narrow lanes with muddy water. Rhea, clutching the edges of her cotton saree and balancing her satchel on her shoulder, made her way to the Sealdah station. The crowd was maddening, umbrellas collapsing under the weight of rain, clothes sticking damply to bodies. She joined the stream of commuters pushing into the local train, her hair escaping its bun, raindrops trailing down her…

  • Comedy - English - Young Adult

    Gully Premier League

    Mahesh Shukla The first chapter, The Chawl Conspiracy, plunges readers into the vibrant chaos of a typical Mumbai chawl, where the scent of street food mingles with the hum of everyday life. Ro, a lanky teenager with a sharp tongue and an eye for mischief, slumps against the railing of the narrow balcony, lamenting the exorbitant IPL ticket prices. “Who even has the money for these stadiums?” he grumbles, tossing a cricket ball absentmindedly into the air. Around him, the chawl pulses with life—neighbors shouting from adjacent windows, a distant honking of rickshaws, and the occasional clang of utensils from…

  • Crime - English - Suspense

    Crimson Monsoon

    Ayan Mehta 1 The rains had not stopped for three days, and in the heart of Kochi’s old port area, the swollen waters had turned every lane into a stream. On the fourth morning, as the sky remained heavy with dark monsoon clouds, police were called to a derelict warehouse by the shore. Inside, half-submerged in knee-deep water, floated the body of a middle-aged man. His face was bloated, his shirt clung to his chest, and his trousers bore muddy stains. A faint smell of oil and damp wood filled the air, mixing with the pungent odour of decay beginning…

  • English - Young Adult

    The Algorithm Knows

    Lia Kapoor Part 1: The DM That Wasn’t Me The first thing I see when I wake up is my own face telling me not to ignore her. I say “her” because the mirror version of me on my lockscreen feels like a different person: last night’s eyeliner smudged, hair in a tragic bun, caption under my last selfie begging for the sun to rise late. The notification is from Insta. I swipe. My DMs have a new message from… me. My verified-not-verified, 1,247-followers, curated-just-enough-to-look-natural account. The blue circle next to my own name glows like an eye. I open…

  • Crime - English

    The Listener

    Devraj Sinha Part 1 — The Echo in the Dark The gallery stood like a lone lantern in the sleeping street, its glass façade throwing pale squares of light onto wet cobblestones. Midnight rain had just stopped, leaving the air sharp with that metallic scent London kept after a downpour. Lena Brooks had been watching the place for an hour, hood drawn low, hands in her jacket pocket, the spray can warm against her palm. She’d chosen this night carefully. No security guard on the roster—she’d checked the rota online—and the CCTV camera above the side alley had been broken…

  • Comedy - English

    The Misadventures of Benson Lane

    Rohan Banerjee It was a bright Sunday morning in Kolkata, which meant two things: the neighborhood cricket match would block all traffic, and Auntie Shukla would be out in full force, armed with gossip and a rolling pin. Benson Lane wasn’t famous for anything—unless you counted its residents’ Olympic-level ability to interfere in each other’s lives. The star of this story was Mr. Debu Mukherjee, a retired bank officer with too much free time and a suspicious interest in everyone’s grocery shopping. That morning, Debu Babu spotted something alarming at the lane’s corner tea stall. His long-time rival, Somnath, was…