• Crime - English

    The Vanishing Architect

    Satish Shah The Missing Blueprint The rain hit the windowpanes of the twelfth-floor conference room like a drummer gone mad. Below, Mumbai’s Friday traffic looked like molten steel trapped in a forge—bright, hot, and slow. Inside, the room was ice cold, despite the storm outside. Empty leather chairs faced a glass podium. Journalists muttered under their breath, their cameras idle, their pens dry. The event of the year was twenty minutes late. Where was Ayaan Mehta? At precisely 7:00 p.m., the launch of The Skyveil—India’s tallest and most audacious skyscraper—was supposed to begin. Designed by the reclusive architectural genius Ayaan…

  • English - Horror

    The Stone That Remembers

    Ananya Dhar It was not on any map, and yet Netarhat had a railway station — a rusted signboard leaning sideways, with “NETARHAT” painted in half-faded red on flaking wood. Arohi Sen stepped off the narrow-gauge train with a dull ache in her temples, the kind that came from climbing too high, too fast. The cold air smelled of damp moss, like an old library buried in a forest. A single porter looked at her curiously, then turned away without offering help. She was used to that look — a mix of surprise and dismissal — as if a woman…

  • English - Horror

    Chilling in Cherrapunji

    Pritha Mukherjee One Ani Roy stepped off the weather-stained bus and into the wet embrace of Cherrapunji’s legendary monsoon, the rain falling in silvery sheets that blurred the world into watercolor. His boots sank into the mud as he adjusted his camera bag, glancing back at Neel, who was wrestling with their gear under a dripping umbrella that had already given up its fight against the elements. Before them stood the lodge—a crumbling colonial relic with moss-eaten walls and narrow verandas that seemed to shiver under the weight of relentless rain. The carved wooden sign swung gently, its letters half-faded…

  • English - Romance

    Chasing the LIght

    Ravi Mehta Chapter 1: The Invitation Aarti Deshmukh sat at her cluttered desk in the small apartment she called home in Mumbai, staring blankly at the email on her laptop screen. The subject line read: “An Invitation to Witness the Northern Lights in Uttarakhand.” Her heart skipped a beat as she clicked open the message, the familiar rush of excitement and anxiety flooding her chest. She had been traveling for years, capturing the beauty of India in all its chaotic, colorful glory. From the beaches of Goa to the mountains of Himachal Pradesh, Aarti had seen it all—or so she…

  • English - Horror - Suspense

    The Red Saree

    Niyati Sharma Chapter 1: The rain was relentless as the ferry docked at Mandwa jetty. Ishita Karve stepped onto the slick platform, her umbrella barely holding against the salty wind. Beside her, Aaditya Deshmukh stood with quiet pride, his suitcase in one hand and a folded umbrella in the other. The car that awaited them—a vintage black Ambassador driven by an old man with sun-wrinkled skin and sharp eyes—was to take them to their new home: Villa Rosa, the Deshmukh ancestral property gifted to them as a wedding present. Ishita had only seen photos of it—a white Portuguese-style house with…

  • English - Fiction - Suspense

    Crypt-O

    Aritra Sanyal Part 1: The Vanishing Key Rahul Sen was never the brother anyone noticed. Arjun had always been the shining one—co-founder of CoinMavin, India’s first fully decentralized crypto exchange, a TED speaker at twenty-six, and a media darling whose Twitter threads shaped investment trends. Rahul, two years younger, stayed in the background, quietly running his small app development firm from a shared office in Koramangala, coding by night and sipping overbrewed filter coffee by day. So when Arjun vanished, the media exploded. “Crypto King Missing,” read one headline. “Did CoinMavin Founder Flee With $200M?” asked another. But Rahul knew…

  • Crime - English

    The Missing Kingfisher

    Namrata Das Chapter 1: The Vanishing Act The early morning sun filtered through the glass windows of the high-rise building, casting long shadows over the boardroom table where Vikram Khandelwal, CEO of Khandelwal Technologies, had sat just days ago. The office now stood eerily silent, devoid of its usual buzz, as the city of Bangalore continued its relentless pace outside. Vikram’s sudden disappearance had left everyone in shock. The multi-billion-dollar merger between Khandelwal Technologies and Rathi Innovations, set to redefine the Indian tech landscape, had fallen apart without explanation. In a matter of hours, a corporate juggernaut had crumbled, and…

  • English - Suspense

    The Lazarus Protocol

    Rhea Narayan 1 The rain hadn’t stopped in three days. London’s sky, swollen and sullen, pressed down on the city like a secret too heavy to bear. In a dimly lit lab tucked into the corner of King’s College, Dr. Ayesha Kapoor sat hunched over her laptop, the soft hum of servers the only sound interrupting the storm’s murmur. Her fingers hovered over a USB drive, its scratched casing labeled in smudged black ink: Lazarus. She hadn’t touched it in five years—not since Geneva. Not since she walked away from everything. The screen blinked awake, casting a bluish pallor across…

  • English - Suspense

    The Return to Dhanakpur

    Arvind Ray Chapter 1: The Hit-and-Run Vikram Jadhav had never imagined his life would change because of a late-night accident, especially not in Mumbai, where chaos reigned at every corner. It was around midnight when he was returning from a meeting with investors. The street was dimly lit, with rainwater shimmering in the orange glow of the street lamps. The city was unusually quiet for a Friday night. Vikram’s car rolled smoothly over the wet asphalt as he thought about the potential success of his tech startup, when suddenly, a blur of motion caught his eye. He slammed on the…

  • Comedy - English

    Meter Down, Morale Down

    Rishi Mukherjee Part 1: The Booking Blunder Sayan Roy was many things—a decent copywriter, a loyal consumer of roadside egg rolls, and a devoted user of cab apps. What he was not, however, was punctual. This particular Tuesday morning in Kolkata was no different. The clock on his wall blinked a smug 8:42 AM as he fumbled with his half-burnt toast, a tangled earphone, and a sock that had somehow disappeared from the pair. He had precisely eighteen minutes to get from his modest flat in Behala to his office in Salt Lake Sector V—a journey that even astronauts would…