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    The Vanishing Line

    Anik Roy Chapter 1 – The Passenger List The call came just after midnight, when Delhi’s power grid seemed to hesitate in the humid air and the fan above Rhea Mukherjee’s desk spun on with a wheeze. She had been staring at the blinking cursor of a half-finished article, something forgettable about municipal corruption that her editor had already threatened to cut, when the unknown number appeared on her phone. The voice on the other end was muffled, unsteady, as though the caller was speaking from inside a tunnel. “You cover railways, don’t you?” the man asked. Rhea straightened in…

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    The Serpent Manuscript

    Ethan Ray Episode 1: The Chamber Beneath the Library The storm over Florence had come without warning. Thunder rumbled across the Arno, rattling the glass panes of the Biblioteca Laurenziana as Professor Adrian Keller leaned over a spread of faded manuscripts. The medieval library, usually hushed in reverence, vibrated faintly with the sound of rain pounding against the roof tiles. The air smelled of ink, vellum, and age. Keller’s fingers, ink-stained from decades of work, trembled slightly as he turned the page of a sixteenth-century codex. He wasn’t supposed to be here alone. The library’s director had granted him a…

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    The Vanishing Streets of Delhi

    Rishabh Malhotra Episode 1: The Fading Connaught Place The night was unusually warm for late October, and Delhi’s streets pulsed with their familiar energy—autos rattling through intersections, street vendors shouting over the hiss of frying oil, and neon lights reflecting against colonial pillars. At Connaught Place, the heart of the city, Arjun Malviya adjusted his satchel and checked the time. His phone screen glowed 10:57 p.m. He had promised to meet his younger sister, Kavya, at the outer circle after she finished her theatre rehearsal. She was never late. Tonight, however, the crowd seemed thinner than usual, and Arjun noticed…

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    The Missing Idol

    Debayan Roy Part 1 – The Festival Begins The Chatterjee bari stood like an aging sentinel in the heart of north Kolkata, its moss-streaked pillars and wrought-iron balconies bearing the weight of two centuries. On any other day, it was a decaying mansion where pigeons nested in broken cornices and the smell of damp walls clung to the air like an old cough. But now, in the first week of autumn, the house seemed to breathe again. Lights hung from balconies, drums beat in the courtyard, and relatives filled the old rooms with chatter and anticipation. Durga Puja had arrived.…

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    The Last Lantern of Buxa

    Rishabh Sen Gupta Episode 1: The Vanished Trekkers The forest had been restless that week, or so the villagers of Rajabhatkhawa said, though none of them would put it into words when Kavya Dutta asked, notebook in hand, recorder tucked away in her bag. They shook their heads, muttered something about elephants straying too close, or fog that refused to lift, or roads washed out by sudden rains, but no one mentioned the three trekkers who had vanished two weeks ago on their way to Buxa Fort. The police had filed their usual report, search parties had trampled through the…

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    Shadows in the Mangroves

    Pranoy Mukherjee 1 The riverine labyrinth of the Sundarbans spread before Kabir Roy like a living, breathing entity, dense with tangled roots, sprawling mangroves, and the relentless shimmer of tidal waters. The launch that carried him from the bustling chaos of Kolkata to the remote delta moved sluggishly, rocking gently against the currents, its engine a low hum that barely disturbed the symphony of croaking frogs and the distant calls of kingfishers. Kabir leaned on the wooden railing, letting his eyes trace the silvering waters as they forked endlessly into hidden channels, each bend a secret, each inlet a potential…

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    The Forgotten Shrine

    Rishabh Mehta Part 1 – The Arrival The bus wound its way up the narrow mountain road, its engine straining against the climb. Aanya Kapoor pressed her forehead against the cold glass, watching the mist rise like smoke from the cedar forests below. It was late afternoon, but the hills were already wrapped in a twilight haze. The signboard that flashed past read Chamba – 18 km, its paint peeling, its iron frame leaning precariously as if even it wanted to escape the lonely curve of the road. She closed her notebook, the one already crowded with scribbled headlines and…

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    Whispers of the Sal Forest

    Arjun Nair Part 1 – The Arrival The train screeched into Netarhat station just before dusk, scattering a few sleepy dogs off the tracks. Meera Joshi stepped down with her rucksack, adjusting her glasses against the thick blanket of humidity that clung to the air. She was thirty-two, a wildlife biologist with years of fieldwork behind her, yet this place carried a silence she had never felt before. The sal trees stretched in dark rows beyond the station, their shadows already deepening with the falling light, as if the forest had secrets it was unwilling to share with newcomers. A…

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    Murder in the Monsoon Express

    Nisha Kapoor The Monsoon Express pulled out of Mumbai Central just as the sky broke open with rain, sheets of water drumming against the station roof and streaking the glass panes of the luxurious coaches. Inside, the world was far removed from the storm—velvet upholstery, polished wood, and the quiet hum of attendants who glided between compartments. Wealthy passengers sipped wine or tea, their conversations blending with the clink of cutlery. Among them sat Rajiv Mehta, the diamond merchant whose reputation preceded him. He leaned back in his chair, heavy rings glinting as he raised his glass, speaking too loudly…

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    Delhi’s Fog

    Kaustabh Ahuja Chapter 1 Winter 2025. Delhi lay shrouded under a gray, choking blanket of smog, a toxic haze so thick it swallowed the city whole. The usual morning bustle of Chandni Chowk—hawkers setting up their stalls, bicycles weaving between the crowd, the faint aroma of parathas sizzling on iron griddles—was muted, filtered through the oppressive gray. Visibility was no more than five meters; familiar buildings, ancient havelis, and neon signs disappeared into an opaque whiteness. Pedestrians coughed violently, their scarves drawn up to cover faces, eyes squinting through the haze, wary of every step. Amid this chaos, a man…