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    By Order of the Goddess

    July 13, 2025 - By 

    Kritika Nayak 1 The first body was found at dawn, sprawled beneath the ancient banyan that stood like a sentinel at the village’s edge. A ring of vermillion dust, turmeric paste, and burnt hibiscus petals encircled the corpse, meticulously drawn like a sacred yantra. Her eyes had been closed gently, palms folded over her chest, and a curved knife still rested between her fingers. Carved into her bare skin were symbols that hadn’t been seen in generations—spirals, flames, and a crescent moon that bled red. The villagers gathered in hushed awe, not terror. “The Devi has returned,” someone whispered, voice…

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    The Whispering Walls of Park Street

    July 12, 2025 - By 

    Arpita Roy Chapter 1:  Shreya Sengupta had always been a woman in motion, but now, after years of relentless hustle in Mumbai, she sought peace. The city had been exciting, demanding, and exhausting all at once, but the weight of it had worn her down. So, when the opportunity to move back to Kolkata presented itself, she seized it without a second thought. Her roots, her family, and the quieter rhythms of her childhood beckoned. She’d missed the sounds of the Howrah Bridge, the scent of street food wafting through narrow lanes, and the rhythm of the monsoon rains. Kolkata,…

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    The Bell of the Forgotten Deity

    July 11, 2025 - By 

    Rohini Deshmukh Part 1: The Call of the Unknown Sreeja Rao had covered countless stories—murder mysteries, unsolved disappearances, and even a haunted mansion once. But nothing had prepared her for the assignment that came her way on a rainy afternoon in the newsroom. The editor, a man who rarely trusted her instincts, handed her the assignment with a grin she didn’t trust. “Another one of your superstitions,” he said, flipping through a file. “Some temple in the south. Bells ringing by themselves. People disappearing. Thought you might like the challenge.” “Sounds like a joke,” she replied, arching an eyebrow. But…

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    The Mind Behind the Mask

    July 10, 2025 - By 

    Amartya Basu   Part 1: The First Message Kolkata was restless that night. The damp air of the city clung to the streets, wrapped in the hazy fog that seemed to linger long after the evening rains had passed. In the quiet alleys of South Kolkata, the hum of the traffic was replaced by the distant cry of a night bird and the flicker of streetlights casting long shadows. It was in one such alley, in the decrepit building of Pataldanga, where the first message was left. Detective Anirban Ghosh stood in the doorway of the apartment, his gaze fixed…

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    The Secret of Kumbhalgarh

    July 10, 2025 - By 

    Vikram Rathore Part 1: The Inheritance The sun was beginning to set behind the rugged peaks of the Aravalli Range, casting long shadows over the winding roads that led to Kumbhalgarh Fort. Anirudh Deshmukh, a young archaeologist from Delhi, gazed out the window of his car as it meandered through the narrow, serpentine paths that led him to the fort. He had heard much about the place—the towering walls, the haunting beauty of the fort, and the endless stories of its troubled past. But he never imagined that it would be his own inheritance that would bring him here. It…

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    The Ghosts of Malgudi

    July 10, 2025 - By 

    Ritu Malhotra 1 Ragini had always believed in the serenity that small towns offered, a break from the noisy chaos of urban life. It was why she had chosen to leave behind the busy streets of Bangalore and take up a job as a journalist in Malgudi, a town that seemed to exist in the pages of an old book—quiet, picturesque, and steeped in history. The assignment was simple: write a piece on the town’s rich cultural heritage. But for Ragini, it was more than just a job. It was an escape. After a turbulent breakup, a series of failed…

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    The Rosenthal Secret

    July 8, 2025 - By 

    Om Jindal Part 1 – The Transfer Order Ooty, 1895. The train hissed as it wound up the Nilgiri mountains, its wheels screeching around narrow curves, as though the very hills resisted intrusion. From his open window, Devendra Nath Rai watched thick clouds drape over eucalyptus trees and tea plantations like a shroud. The air had a peculiar chill—unlike the searing plains of Madras Presidency, where he’d spent most of his career. He was thirty-two, a quiet man with neat handwriting and a taste for facts. The British admired him for his efficiency; Indians called him “Sarkari Sahib” behind his…

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    The Last Move

    July 8, 2025 - By 

    Riaan D’Souza 1 Rain fell like memory over the shanty roofs of Dharavi, each drop tapping out a rhythm older than the city itself. Inside the dimly lit, one-room Dharavi Chess Club, the walls smelled of damp wood and resignation. But within that space, a quiet miracle unfolded every evening. His name was Arjun Menon—ten years old, barefoot, and already a mystery to the men who came here to play. The board was his world. The black and white squares did not care who you were outside their borders. They did not ask how much money your father made or…

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    The Lake House Murder

    July 8, 2025 - By 

    Devika Chatterjee Chapter 1 The mist rolled in early that morning, curling like silk threads over the dark waters of Naini Lake. Vihaan Kashyap stood by the promenade, his gloved hands wrapped around a steaming cup of chai from a roadside stall. The scent of pine and damp earth clung to the cold air. It had been three days since he arrived in Nainital, hoping for silence, detachment, and the unfamiliar comfort of anonymity. The lake, rimmed by colonial rooftops and shuttered windows, had offered just that—until now. As he sipped slowly, Vihaan caught sight of the headline splashed across…

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    The Red Veil of Kaiserbagh

    July 7, 2025 - By 

    Isha Mirza 1 Rhea Sen stepped off the dusty evening train into the heart of Lucknow, her senses immediately overwhelmed by the city’s curious blend of melancholy grandeur and stubborn life. Rickshaws rattled past the faded gates of old nawabi havelis, and the air carried the scent of marigolds, incense, and the distant, lingering sweetness of attar. As an art historian specializing in forgotten women of the Awadh court, she had dreamed of this moment for years: to walk the same stone paths once graced by courtesans whose dances whispered through history only in half-remembered couplets and brittle letters. Rhea…