• English - Horror

    The Widow of Greyhill Manor

    July 2, 2025 - By 

    Isabelle D’Mello Part 1: The Last House on the Hill The cab hesitated at the foot of the winding, gravel road. “This is where it ends for me,” the driver muttered, eyes darting to the thick trees lining either side. The evening sky above was bruised with the last pinks of sunset, and a fog had already begun to pool over the earth like breath from a hidden mouth. “Greyhill Manor’s up there. Two kilometers. Walk it if you must.” Elena Harris didn’t argue. She stepped out with her duffel bag and her boots hitting the cold ground with a…

  • English - Suspense

    The Deep Trace

    July 2, 2025 - By 

    Talia Verma Part 1: The Signal Beneath the Code Riya D’Souza had spent the last thirty-six hours in the analytics lab of Delphatech Systems with nothing but a lukewarm soy latte and a dozen lines of untraceable code for company. She blinked at the double-screen setup in front of her, the left monitor displaying her algorithm’s output logs, the right one scrolling endless rows of encrypted global banking transactions. Her job wasn’t supposed to be this intense. Data mining for anomalies was mundane, tedious—until it wasn’t. It had started with a flicker. A pattern buried deep within the monetary flow…

  • English - Fiction - Romance

    Seasons Between Us

    July 2, 2025 - By 

    Elina Thomas Part 1: Spring Will Not Ask Your Name The bus wound up the narrow road, wheels kissing the edge of the mountain like a daredevil child. Aanya sat by the window, her duffel bag pressed to her side like a comfort blanket. The sky outside was an impatient shade of blue, and the hills wore a fresh green robe, tender leaves swaying in spring wind. She hadn’t spoken a word in the six-hour journey from Chandigarh to Chail. Not to the conductor. Not to the woman beside her who smelled of boiled peanuts and turmeric. Words felt like…

  • English - Suspense

    The Red Room Number 9

    July 1, 2025 - By 

    1 The lobby smelled of fresh orchids and expensive silence. Maya D’Souza pulled her oversized sunglasses lower over her nose, scanning the opulence of the Ocean View Grand, Mumbai’s most luxurious hotel. A chandelier hung like a frozen explosion of crystal above her, refracting shards of morning light across the marble floor. She hated places like this. Too clean, too cold, too rich. But today, she had no choice. “Reservation under Reema Sen,” she told the receptionist, her voice neutral. The name belonged to a woman who didn’t exist, created last night using a forged Aadhaar and a prepaid number.…

  • English - Horror

    The Last Séance at Bhangarh Fort

    July 1, 2025 - By 

    Soumyo Roy Part 1: The Journal The pages were yellowed, brittle at the corners, and the leather spine smelled of time — not the clean scent of old libraries, but of something older, heavier. Like soil packed over secrets. Rehan Sen traced his fingers over the inscription on the first page: “Meera K. Sharma, August 12, 1986. For those who never came back.” He looked up at his colleague, Sana, who stood frozen in the dusty corner of the used bookstore they had stumbled into in Chawri Bazaar. “Didn’t she go missing at Bhangarh?” “Not just her. Three of them.…

  • Crime - English

    The Shadow over Kalighat

    July 1, 2025 - By 

    Diptayan Chakraborty 1 Dawn had only just begun to stir over the ancient lanes of Kalighat, where the smell of incense curled lazily around moss-stained walls and the rhythmic clang of temple bells blended with the cawing of crows perched like sentinels on crumbling terraces. Yet the sacred calm was shattered when a ghastly discovery emerged by the eastern steps of the Kalighat temple—a young woman’s lifeless body laid out as if in offering, her limbs arranged with eerie deliberation, fresh blood pooling around ritual markings that even the old flower sellers couldn’t recognize. Inspector Arindam Chatterjee arrived at the…

  • Crime - English

    Blood on the White

    July 1, 2025 - By 

    Anshuman Gupta The early morning sun struggled to pierce through the dense clouds that hung low over Gulmarg’s snow-covered slopes. The ski resort, usually bustling with tourists craving the pristine beauty of Kashmir’s winter, lay eerily silent, draped under a cold, misty blanket. Only the crunch of footsteps echoed faintly across the frozen grounds — footsteps belonging to Major Rehan Kaul. Rehan’s breath came out in visible puffs as he made his way toward the small wooden cabin at the edge of the clearing. It was the last place anyone had seen his sister alive. Samiya Kaul, a fearless journalist…

  • English - Romance

    Brushstrokes of Her Shadow

    July 1, 2025 - By 

    Nayantara Das The House on the Ridge The first time Leela Varman saw Rudra Kaul’s house, it reminded her of her mother’s eyes—quiet, pale, and full of something that stayed just out of reach. Perched like a ghost on the ridge, the stone cottage didn’t greet visitors. It waited. And as she stepped out of the rickety taxi with her sketchbooks and a single duffel bag, the Kumaon wind wrapped around her as if testing who she had become. She had lied to get here. Well, not lied. Curated. She had submitted her portfolio anonymously to the prestigious Kaul Residency,…

  • English - Young Adult

    The Playlist Project

    July 1, 2025 - By 

    Mayurakshi Deb One Jay Malhotra walked through the tiled corridors of St. Cecilia’s High School as if he were moving through static—half there, half not. Students passed in waves: some laughing, some shouting, some drowning in their own phones. He kept his earbuds in but played no music, just the illusion of sound to avoid conversations. Mondays were the worst. The sky outside hung like a faded grey hoodie, and inside his chest, the same damp silence coiled tightly. Jay moved to his locker, avoiding eye contact, already rehearsing excuses for why he hadn’t finished his chemistry worksheet. He spun…

  • English - Fiction

    The Window Seat

    July 1, 2025 - By 

    Rimi Bhasthi Part 1: The Silence in the Hallway It was always the hallway where she first heard herself disappear. The long, echoing corridor of the Sharma household carried more than footsteps and scoldings—it carried absence. Asha, seventeen, was the kind of girl people described in passing as “quiet but clever,” the kind whose achievements were applauded just enough to not feel threatening. She had learned early that noise—especially from girls—was suspicious. The house had three women and five men, and even the walls seemed to know who mattered. Her mother, Meenakshi, moved like a shadow behind her husband, wiping…