• English - Romance

    The Girl With The Yellow Umbrella

    Aarav Sen 1 “It always started with thunder.” That was how Arjun knew she’d appear. It had been five weeks now—five rainy days—each one painting the grey canvas of the city with blurred headlights and shimmering puddles. Each time the clouds rolled in and the air turned electric, Arjun found himself at the same spot: the corner tea stall by the old bus stop at South Market Road. He’d cradle a steaming clay cup of chai in one hand and his sketchpad in the other. And then she would come. Yellow umbrella. Green satchel. Books tucked under one arm. Hair…

  • English - Comedy

    The Great Indian Job Hunt

    Priya Paul Chapter 1: Curse of the Jobless Genius If you had asked Nakul Joshi five years ago where he saw himself by the age of twenty-nine, he would’ve said something obnoxiously overconfident, like: “Running my own unicorn startup while sipping espresso in a glass tower overlooking Mumbai.” What he hadn’t seen coming was the actual reality: living back with his parents in a sleepy tier-3 town called Baneshwar, sharing a wall with his mother’s singing bhajan clock, and applying for the post of a government peon. But life, as Nakul often reminded himself these days, had a dark sense…

  • English - Travel

    Waves of Wanderlust- A Journey Through Kerala

    Tanvi Iyer Chapter 1: Arrival & Munnar’s Tea Gardens The winding road through Kerala’s Western Ghats unfolded like a lush green ribbon beneath the soft morning mist. Rohan leaned slightly out of the car window, breathing in the cool, damp air tinged with the sweet fragrance of earth and tea leaves. The city chaos he’d left behind in Mumbai seemed like a distant memory now, replaced by the gentle murmur of nature awakening in the hills of Munnar. At 1600 meters above sea level, Munnar was a sanctuary of rolling tea plantations, winding rivers, and misty mountains that seemed to…

  • English - Romance

    Love, Unsubscribed

    Anjali Reddi Chapter 1: Maya Sharma hated mornings. Not in the poetic, “oh I need coffee before I can function” way people posted on Instagram. No, she actually hated mornings—because mornings meant meetings, meetings meant people, and people meant expectations. And expectations were just heartbreak in PowerPoint form. Her alarm blared at 7:30 AM sharp—set to an aggressive tabla remix that could probably revive the dead. She sat up on her bed in her neat Indiranagar apartment, looked out at the half-sunny, half-smoggy Bengaluru sky, and groaned. “New day, new inbox full of garbage,” she muttered, grabbing her phone. Fifty-two…

  • English - Crime

    Shadows of Mountabu

    Vivek Kumar Chapter 1: Shadows Over Mountabu The morning fog curled through the narrow streets of Mountabu like a living thing, thick and heavy, hiding the tall pine trees and crooked rooftops of the sleepy hill town. The sun hadn’t quite broken through the clouds, and the chill in the air carried the scent of damp earth, moss, and something… strange. A scream shattered the silence. People rushed toward the trail behind Hazelwood Inn, a quiet resort at the edge of the forest. Locals had often warned tourists not to venture too far in the mornings—mist played tricks on the…

  • English - Horror

    The Lantern House

    Anjali Rao Chapter 1 It was nearly dusk when Esha Karekar received the call. She had been cataloguing Maratha-era letters at the Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya archives when her phone vibrated on the table. The number was unfamiliar, but the location read “Ratnagiri.” Something in her gut tightened. “Miss Karekar?” came the voice, low and formal. “This is Advocate Uday Keni, calling on behalf of the Ratnagiri District Court. I regret to inform you that your grandmother, Vasundhara Karekar, passed away three days ago.” Esha sat back in her chair. For a moment, all she heard was the faint…

  • English - Comedy

    The Accidental Wedding Planner

    Rohan Khurana 1 Aditya Roy hated alarms. Especially when they rang at 7 a.m. on a Sunday — which, to him, was a crime against humanity. But this particular Sunday, the alarm wasn’t just from his phone. It was accompanied by the rickety whine of the ceiling fan in his overpriced Bengaluru apartment and the unmistakable sound of his neighbor’s new puppy barking like it was auditioning for a street performance of Bhaag Milkha Bhaag. Bleary-eyed and disillusioned, Adi sat up in bed, hair defying gravity, and stared blankly at the resignation letter on his laptop screen. Unsaved. Untitled. Unsent.…

  • English - Fiction

    Brush and Bombay

    Sameer Bhide 1 The train screeched to a halt with a metallic groan, and the smell of coal, iron, and a hundred kinds of human fatigue hung heavy in the air. Bimal stepped down onto the platform of Victoria Terminus with a battered canvas bag, a portfolio case under one arm, and an envelope stitched into the lining of his shirt containing twenty-six rupees. Bombay. The city of cinema, sweat, and stories. The year was 1956, and Bimal was twenty-four years old. He stood for a moment, absorbing the chaos around him. Vendors shouting about chai and vada pav. Porters…

  • English - Young Adult

    The Clockmaker’s Secret

    Ira Chatterjee Chapter 1: The Summer Arrival The train pulled into Windmere Station with a long metallic sigh, as if reluctant to stop in a town so still it barely seemed to breathe. Sophie McAllister pressed her nose to the smudged glass of the window, trying to catch a glimpse of the place she’d be calling home for the next eight weeks. All she saw were pine trees, cloaked in mist, standing like silent watchers on the hills. She didn’t want to be here. Not in this forgotten town with no cinemas, no internet, and certainly no friends. London was…

  • English - Romance

    Dilliwali Dastaan

    Tanya Mirza Aarohi Banerjee stepped out of the Yellow Line metro at Chawri Bazaar, her DSLR slung across her shoulder, and the scent of old Delhi wrapped around her like a memory. The alleys of Chandni Chowk felt alive — bursting with honking rickshaws, the cry of vendors, and the timeless aroma of parathas sizzling in ghee. To her, this was Delhi at its rawest, its most beautiful. A photography student from Kolkata, Aarohi had arrived in Delhi a month ago. She found the city’s chaos oddly comforting. Her current college project was titled “The Soul of Delhi,” and today,…