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    Kolkata Nights

    Mainak Biswas 1 Ananya stepped off the train at Howrah Station, her senses instantly overwhelmed by the cacophony of honking cars, hurried footsteps, and the faint aroma of incense mingling with street food. Kolkata during Durga Puja had transformed into a living, breathing festival. The streets glowed with colorful lights, pandals stood like temporary palaces adorned with intricate idols, and the air was thick with the rhythm of dhak drums and chants. For a moment, she simply stood there, letting the city wash over her, a strange combination of familiarity and estrangement tugging at her heart. She remembered the narrow…

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    Burning Shadows

    Elena D’Souza Part 1 The rain had not stopped for two days, and the city seemed wrapped in a damp, secret rhythm. Meera stood by her apartment window, forehead pressed to the cool glass, watching rivulets slip down as if they carried away thoughts she could not name. She was thirty-two, successful enough in her work as an interior designer, with a reputation for bold palettes and modern textures, but lately her life felt like a corridor with closed doors. The phone rang with client demands, emails stacked up with deadlines, yet inside her body there was a thrum that…

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    When the Night Spoke Our Names

    Elena Das Episode 1 — The First Glance The resort stood at the edge of the sea like a secret, white walls catching the late afternoon sun, palm trees bending as if whispering to the tide. Rhea adjusted her dupatta over her navy-blue kurta as she stepped out of the shuttle van, her colleagues already scattering toward the reception desk with the restless excitement of a three-day corporate retreat. She wasn’t sure what she felt—perhaps weariness from the long drive from Mumbai, perhaps a dull ache of detachment she had carried for years in her marriage to Kabir, who hadn’t…

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    The Secret Retreat in Himachal

    Sahil Joshi Chapter 1 – The Escape The road from Delhi to Himachal was long, winding, and mercilessly steep in places, but for Naina Mehta it felt like a necessary unspooling of the tightly wound knots inside her. Every turn that took her further from the horns, the deadlines, and the gray concrete haze of the city was a small act of release. Sitting by the window of the cab, she pressed her forehead against the cool glass, inhaling the sharp scent of pine that drifted in whenever the driver lowered his window. It had been years since she had…

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    Goa: Between the Waves

    Pavan Deshmukh 1 Aisha Kapoor stepped off the small propeller plane onto Goa’s sun-warmed tarmac, feeling the first twinge of relief in weeks. London, with its grey skies, endless deadlines, and polite pretenses, had begun to suffocate her. The sabbatical she had taken from her demanding PR firm was supposed to be a pause, a chance to breathe, and perhaps even to find pieces of herself that had been buried under boardroom meetings and social obligations. She hailed a small taxi, the air already fragrant with salt and blooming hibiscus, and wound along narrow roads lined with swaying palms, colorful…

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    Letters Across the Sky

    Maya Dutta Episode 1 – The Missed Train The evening air of Kolkata carried the smell of coal-dust and roasted peanuts, that particular mixture that only Howrah Station seemed capable of holding together. The great iron ribs of the terminal arched above rows of restless passengers, each waiting for their escape or return. Ananya clutched the strap of her canvas bag tighter and quickened her pace, weaving between porters balancing luggage on their heads and families herding sleepy children. The announcement blared across the platform—her train had begun moving. By the time she reached the edge, breathless, the coaches were…

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    The Howrah Bridge Promise

    Anwesha Roy Chapter 1 – When the Lights Went Out The night air of Kolkata was heavy with humidity, a restless monsoon evening when the clouds hung low over the city and the streets carried the smell of wet tram tracks, diesel, and frying telebhaja from small roadside stalls. Riddhi walked briskly, her umbrella folded and damp at her side, a canvas tote bag stuffed with manuscripts brushing her hip at each step. She had spent the entire afternoon at College Street, haggling with secondhand sellers for rare copies of novels long out of print, and then at her publishing…

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    The Penthouse Affair

    Divya Chaturvedi Chapter 1 The Second Space opens with Arjun Malhotra standing on the expansive balcony of his newly rented penthouse, the evening sun casting golden streaks across the sleek skyline of central Bangalore. After years of relentless corporate pressures and the quiet erosion of intimacy in his marriage, Arjun had finally made the decision to carve out a private sanctuary. The penthouse, with its minimalist décor, glass walls, and the hum of the city muted beneath him, symbolizes more than just physical space—it represents freedom. Inside, every detail caters to tranquility: soft lighting, polished wooden floors, and strategically placed…

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    Unspoken Rooms

    Elena Roy Episode 1 – The First Glance The rain had come down hard in the afternoon and left Park Street glistening like a polished mirror under the late sun. Rhea walked quickly, her sandals tapping against the damp pavement, the faint scent of wet earth and fried snacks from roadside stalls curling into the air. She had not planned to stop anywhere, but as she passed the corner café with its green awning dripping with raindrops, she slowed. She had been there a handful of times in her college years, when life was simpler and her evenings less scripted…

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    Beneath the Olive Trees

    Ayesha Raman Part 1 – The Orchard at Dusk Leila’s camera strap dug lightly into her shoulder as she balanced her tripod against the uneven stones of the village path. The late September sky was folding itself into shades of orange and violet, each layer softer than the last, the horizon bleeding into the sea. She had been chasing this light all day, running from alley to alley, through terracotta rooftops and bougainvillea-draped balconies, but it was here—at the edge of the town—that the light seemed most alive. She spotted a hillock lined with olive trees, their silver leaves catching…