Nabin Mishra Chapter 1: The Cassette The rain had returned to Mumbai like an old debt collector—persistent, uninvited, and soaked in memory. Officer Vinayak Rane sat by the rusting grill of his Dadar flat, the yellowed curtains barely swaying as he watched water trickle down the windowpane like the slow bleed of time. His apartment was a museum of silence, its walls lined with worn furniture and an old transistor that hadn’t caught a frequency in years. He smoked his first cigarette of the day at 4 p.m., his back aching from sleep he never remembered falling into. When the…
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Niyati Sharma The Perfect Escape The road to Rose Hollow curved like a question mark through the misty ridges of the Lake District. Fog clung to the narrow lanes like a hush that had forgotten how to lift. Alice kept her eyes on the pine-shaded drive as Tom navigated their little rented hatchback past an iron gate that creaked open without assistance. The gravel crunched beneath their tyres as the house came into view. “That’s… beautiful,” Alice said, finally breaking the silence. The cottage was postcard-perfect—stone walls laced with ivy, a red-tiled roof sloping under decades of moss, and two…
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Part 1 – The 47th Floor The first thing Maya Collins noticed about the 47th floor was the silence. Not the kind that came from focused minds or noise-cancelling walls. This silence was thick. Artificial. Like the air itself held its breath. The elevator pinged softly behind her, then slid shut with a whisper. She turned to face the floor. Rows of polished glass offices stretched in clean symmetry. Frosted doors. Sleek desks. Not a single paper out of place. No chatter. No laughter. Just the rhythmic hum of overhead LEDs and the distant murmur of printers working alone. Maya…
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Sourendra Kumar The envelope was old, yellowed at the edges, and bore no return address. Just her name — Kavya Rao — scrawled in ink that had smudged ever so slightly, as if the writer’s hands had trembled. It had arrived amidst a stack of predictable mail — utility bills, press invites, and a food delivery coupon — but the moment Kavya touched it, something shifted. Inside was a faded black-and-white photograph of a mist-covered river and a torn note in careful block letters: “They never left — they were taken. Vaitarna doesn’t forget.” She stared at the image. The…
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Debasish Guha Chapter 1: The Cracked Clay The scent of wet earth and incense filled the narrow lanes of Kumartuli as the morning sun filtered through bamboo scaffolding and half-finished goddesses. It was five days before Mahalaya, and the air in Kolkata shimmered with anticipation. The idol-makers worked tirelessly, smearing layers of straw and clay onto skeletal bamboo frames, coaxing divine forms into being. But something had gone terribly wrong at Workshop No. 14. Apprentice boys stood frozen outside, whispering in hushed tones as their trembling eyes stayed locked on the massive figure of a half-finished Durga. The goddess’s eyes,…
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Saurabh Kulkarni Chapter 1: Arrival at the Coastal Shadows The Konkan sky was a silver sheet of clouds when Sharvani Patil stepped off the rickety ferry onto the moss-lined jetty of Sindhudurg Fort. The Arabian Sea, though unusually calm that day, still carried a scent of restless secrets. From a distance, the fort rose out of the water like a battered crown—its laterite walls darkened by centuries of salt and time, guarding stories the world had forgotten. Sharvani adjusted her backpack, narrowed her eyes against the gusts of sea spray, and turned to her assistant. “You okay, Kabir?” she asked.…
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Meghna Rao 1 The skies over Bengaluru were unusually clear that Thursday morning as dignitaries, media personnel, and shareholders gathered beneath a white canopy set up in front of the city’s newest architectural marvel—Skyrise X. Towering fifty-four stories high, its glass façade shimmered like a knife under sunlight, cutting through the skyline of the tech capital with defiant elegance. Designed by the legendary Arvind Raghavan and funded by real estate giant R&R Infrastructures, the building was hailed as the future of vertical urban living—complete with rooftop gardens, automated energy grids, and helipad access. Cameras flashed, champagne flowed, and applause erupted…
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Devendra Joshi Chapter 1: The Call of the Deccan Vikram Roy had spent the last five years of his life chasing fleeting successes in the dusty archives and half-excavated ruins of India, always just one breakthrough away from recognition. An ambitious archaeologist from Kolkata, he had always dreamed of discovering something monumental, something that would put him on the map. But the years had not been kind to his career. Vikram had slowly become disillusioned with the field, his excitement replaced by a mechanical pursuit of academic accolades and citations. The phone call from his superior was unexpected, yet not…
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Pratap MIshra 1 Arjun Desai stepped off the sleek black car and onto the dew-covered ground of the luxury resort, nestled in the misty hills of Mussoorie. The crisp mountain air filled his lungs, fresh and raw, as the early morning fog wrapped around the colonial-style buildings like a secret waiting to be uncovered. It was the perfect retreat, or at least, that’s what his manager had promised. After the public scandal—the rumors, the tabloid frenzy, the endless online mockery—Arjun needed peace. He needed to be far away from the chaos of Mumbai and its relentless pressure. The resort was…
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Swati Trivedi 1 The monsoon season had arrived in Shillong with an intensity that was both beautiful and foreboding. The clouds rolled over the hills like dark, heavy blankets, casting a shroud of mist that clung to everything. The town, famous for its relentless rains, seemed to hold its breath as the first wave of the downpour washed over the region. A body was found in one of the remote villages on the outskirts of the city, nestled deep in the mountains where few dared to go. Local authorities initially thought it was a landslide victim, a common occurrence during…