• English - Suspense

    The Whispering Walls

    June 28, 2025 - By 

    Nina V. D’Souza Part 1 The letter arrived on a Monday, folded neatly in an ivory envelope sealed with red wax. There was no return address, only Aria Langford’s name written in elegant cursive on the front. She stared at it for a long minute before tearing it open, curious but cautious. The apartment was quiet—too quiet—save for the hum of her old refrigerator and the distant sound of sirens in the city below. As a freelance historian and part-time archivist, Aria was used to strange documents landing in her hands. But this one was different. The letter inside was…

  • English - Suspense

    Red Spores

    June 27, 2025 - By 

    Drishti Mehra Part 1: The Glass Vial The town of Ravenswood had never seen a murder. Not in decades, at least. It was a place where the loudest disturbance was the occasional power outage or Mrs. Langley’s cat climbing the church steeple. So when Dr. Eleanor Reed was found dead in her laboratory one crisp October morning, the town gasped as one. Eleanor wasn’t just any scientist—she was a national treasure, a Nobel hopeful, and the pride of the university. Detective Mason Grant adjusted his coat against the wind as he stood outside the steel-framed research facility nestled at the…

  • Crime - English

    he Deepest Link

    June 27, 2025 - By 

    Aritra Basu No one really knows when the nightmares began. Maybe it was the night Rehan clicked the link. Just a glowing green phrase in a forum full of digital shadows: “The Deepest Link – Do You Dare?” Most would scroll past, but Rehan was no most. Nineteen years old, brilliant with code and reckless with curiosity, he had spent the past few months exploring the surface and submerged layers of the internet. The dark web was his newest obsession. Not for drugs or weapons or conspiracy forums—but for secrets. He didn’t want to buy; he wanted to know. He…

  • Crime - English

    Murder at Mall Road

    June 27, 2025 - By 

    Ramesh Jha Chapter 1: The Arrival Snow fell in lazy spirals over Shimla’s Mall Road, blanketing the colonial rooftops and iron lamp posts in white. Tourists had thinned out by evening, and the narrow lanes echoed with the crunch of boots on icy gravel. Nestled between the aging Tudor-style library and a forgotten clock tower stood The Elgin Crest Hotel—a heritage property with oak-paneled halls, a grand staircase, and fireplaces that still burned real wood. Ayesha Mirza stepped out of her taxi, wrapped in a crimson shawl, boots sinking slightly into the slush. She had chosen this destination to escape…

  • English - Romance - Suspense

    Married to My Enemy’s Son

    June 27, 2025 - By 

    Sanika Mehra Part 1 – The Truce Dress The first time I saw him, he was standing at the far end of the room like a statue carved out of contempt. Arjun Singh—my husband by decree, my enemy by blood—wore a black silk sherwani that looked like it had been stitched out of shadows. His eyes didn’t flicker when I walked in, dressed in bridal red and drenched in humiliation. He didn’t reach out, didn’t smile, didn’t nod. Just watched. As if he was trying to remember who I reminded him of. Maybe a girl in a firing range. Maybe…

  • English - Horror - Romance

    The Red Shawl

    June 27, 2025 - By 

    Amit Paul Chapter 1: The Snowlight Frame The sky above Spiti was a cruel, beautiful thing—too blue to trust. Arjun Rawat had been walking for hours, boots crunching softly over a thin crust of ice, camera slung across his chest like a talisman. He wasn’t just another tourist in search of selfies on mountain ridges; he was chasing something quieter, something lost. Delhi had drained him—clients who wanted glamour edits, weddings that looked like Bollywood trailers, and a personal life reduced to text message apologies. So when his friend mentioned a forgotten shepherd’s trail between Kaza and Chandratal that locals…

  • English - Horror

    The House at Black Hollow Bend

    June 27, 2025 - By 

    Rukmini Sen The road to Black Hollow Bend curled like a serpent around the pine-draped cliffs of Himachal, treacherous and often drowned in fog. Locals rarely took it after sundown, and those who did returned with silence stitched to their tongues. But Alok Menon wasn’t local. A freelance travel writer with a stubborn streak and a weakness for offbeat locations, he’d come across a footnote about a colonial bungalow long-abandoned, once owned by a British officer who had vanished without a trace in 1913. Intrigued, he packed his Canon DSLR, a few woollens, and a red Moleskine notebook before setting…

  • English - Horror

    THE MASK OF MADHUBANI

    June 27, 2025 - By 

    Kritika Anand One The sky over Madhubani was bleeding into burnt orange when Dr. Niyati Basu stepped off the rust-covered jeep and onto the damp earth of Bhawanipur village, a place so secluded it didn’t exist on most modern maps. Her shoes sank slightly into the cracked mud as she adjusted the strap of her leather satchel, heavy with notebooks, ink pens, and a brass compass inherited from her grandfather. The village was quiet, save for the rustling of sal leaves and the distant croak of frogs echoing across the paddy fields. A few elders, wrapped in timeworn dhotis and…

  • English - Romance

    Skin Deep, Soul Deeper

    June 27, 2025 - By 

    Tara Mitra Part 1 — The First Gaze The sky over Goa wasn’t just blue—it was bold, like a canvas splashed with reckless abandon. Rhea stepped into the quiet artist residency nestled between palms and silence, her duffel slung over one shoulder and her thoughts as heavy as clay. She had come here to escape, to disconnect, to breathe. After fifteen years in Mumbai’s blistering art scene, she wanted to sculpt something not for a client or a gallery, but for herself. Something raw. Something honest. She wasn’t prepared to meet Ayan. He was leaning against the porch railing when…

  • Comedy - English

    The WhatsApp Family War

    June 27, 2025 - By 

    Nidhi Dikshit Chapter 1 It was a humid Tuesday morning in Pune, and the Dutta household was easing into its usual rhythm of post-breakfast inertia. In their modest 3BHK flat in Kothrud, Nana—Sudhir Dutta—sat cross-legged on his beige recliner, spectacles low on his nose, staring intensely at his smartphone. The television blared muted headlines in the background while the pressure cooker hissed from the kitchen. But Nana was engaged in a more critical national duty: circulating what he firmly believed was a “government scheme for Hindustan ke asli nagrik.” The image, a low-resolution JPEG full of typos and saffron borders,…