• English - Suspense

    The Kanpur Labyrinth

    Vikram Sethi Chapter 1 The afternoon sun baked the crumbling walls of the old Shyam Sundar Textile Mill, its rusted machinery silent for decades. Redevelopment crews had been at it for weeks, reducing the skeletal factory to mounds of brick dust and twisted iron. That day, the foreman’s shouts echoed off the hollow shell as an excavator clawed at the earth near the western wing. When the bucket hit something solid beneath the soil, the metallic scrape was sharper than stone. Curious, a few workers dropped their tools and gathered as the machine tore open what appeared to be a…

  • Crime - English - Suspense

    The Last Firewall

    Ethan Ray Episode 1 – The Breach The lights of Manhattan flickered once, twice, then died. Traffic signals froze in the middle of rush hour. Elevators locked between floors. Screens inside Times Square went blank, the usual neon chaos swallowed in sudden silence. For a moment, the city stood suspended in a strange twilight of confusion, as though the heartbeat of New York had skipped a beat. Then came the sirens, the panicked voices, the realization that something was terribly wrong. By the time the backup grids powered up, half the financial district was already in chaos. Banks reported locked…

  • English - Horror - Suspense

    The Last Tram to Esplanade

    Sandip Chakraborty 1 The tram bell chimed faintly, its echo vanishing into the hushed expanse of Esplanade. Midnight in Kolkata had its own kind of silence—a silence alive with the creak of tram rails, the hiss of distant buses, and the occasional bark of stray dogs. Arup Chatterjee, in his worn khaki uniform, stood at his post with the familiarity of a man who had repeated this routine for thirty years. His eyes scanned the tram’s interior, dimly lit by yellow bulbs that flickered as though uncertain of their duty. There, in the corner seat, as always, sat the passenger.…

  • English - Suspense

    Shadows Over the Strait

    Aarav Knight The Forgotten Map The ocean has its own language, a shifting alphabet of waves and whispers that few can read. Daniel Rourke had spent five years staring at satellite screens, translating that secret script into data points for his employers in London, yet nothing in his training prepared him for what flickered across his monitor on a warm October night. The feed came from an aging satellite repositioned over the Gulf of Aden, a trade route he had studied a hundred times before, but tonight the images were different. Grainy silhouettes of three fast-moving skiffs traced dark streaks…

  • English - Suspense

    Whispers of the Green Veil

    Arjun Malhotra Episode 1: The Edge of the Unknown The forest began where the last fields ended, as though the earth itself had drawn a line that man dared not cross. From a distance, it looked like a wall of green, dense and silent, but up close it was something stranger—something alive. The trees seemed to lean forward, their branches arching over the boundary, their leaves whispering secrets to the wind. Beyond lay shadows layered so thick that sunlight was reduced to a dim, trembling glow, like the last breath of a candle in a storm. Aranya stood at this…

  • English - Suspense

    The Vanishing Ledger

    Arjun Malhotra  The Broken Lock The house stood at the far end of Chitpur Road like a stubborn relic, refusing to collapse even as the rest of north Kolkata modernized and decayed in equal measure. Its high arched windows were shattered, its stucco walls streaked with moss, and weeds sprouted in wild abandon from the cracks in its courtyard. The demolition crew had arrived at dawn with their rust-colored machines, but Rohan had been there before them, notebook in hand, his camera dangling from his neck, watching as the first hammer struck the gates of the house. Freelance assignments were…

  • Crime - English - Suspense

    Ganges Murders

    Sudarshan Tripathi 1 The first light of dawn spread over Varanasi, turning the Ganges into a molten ribbon of gold and crimson. Dashashwamedh Ghat was just waking—priests arranging lamps for the day’s rituals, pilgrims dipping themselves into the sacred waters, and vendors setting up their stalls along the steps. The city breathed a timeless rhythm, as if each sunrise repeated the same prayer uttered for thousands of years. But on this particular morning, the serenity of the river was broken by a shrill cry from a boatman. His small wooden boat bobbed unevenly as he leaned over the edge, staring…

  • English - Suspense

    The Vanishing Sketch

    Arjun Mehta Part 1 – The Disappearance The Delhi Metro was alive with its usual evening rush—voices overlapping, the metallic shriek of sliding doors, hurried footsteps pounding the tiled platforms. Inside the swaying compartments, the city pressed itself into tight spaces, strangers brushing shoulders, the air thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of rails. Rhea Kapoor moved through the crowd with practiced ease, her leather satchel slung diagonally across her body, her eyes hidden behind a pair of round glasses. At thirty-four, she was one of the country’s most fearless investigative journalists, but here…

  • English - Suspense

    Room 417

    Meera Chandrani Part 1 — The Envelope The envelope was the colour of old bones—thin, brittle, and unreasonably light. It was waiting on my desk when I returned from a morning beat at the magistrate’s court, wedged under my keyboard as if it had crawled there and died. No sender’s name, no return address, just my own printed neatly in black: ANANYA BASU, CITY CRIME. I rubbed at the fine dust that clung to it and felt a prickle—something metallic shifting inside with the slimmest rattle. “Fans of your work,” said Sayan, the photographer, peering over his camera like an…

  • English - Suspense - Young Adult

    The Forgotten Festival

    Rahul Malhotra One The summer sun was already high when Rohan, Anya, Kabir, and Tara found themselves assigned to the same group for their history project, a mundane school task about the “lost traditions of Himachal.” At first, they treated it with typical teenage indifference, expecting a few hours of research in the library and a quick, perfunctory presentation. Rohan, with his love for photography, suggested documenting old artifacts in the town; Kabir, always the skeptic, rolled his eyes at the thought of dusty legends; Tara, the organized one, insisted on interviews with the elders; and Anya, curious and restless,…