Dhruv Acharya Chapter 1: The Forgotten City The sun beat down relentlessly on the parched landscape of Gujarat’s Kutch region as Ravi Sood stepped out of the jeep, his eyes fixed on the distant stone ruins of Dholavira rising like an ancient mirage from the cracked earth. Ravi had dreamed of this moment for years, ever since he’d first studied the maps and fragmented writings about this lost Harappan city, which had flourished some four thousand years ago before vanishing into silence. Around him, the air shimmered with heat, and the dry wind carried the scent of dust and salt…
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Mira Basu Part 1: The Map That Was Lost The dust in the old study hung thick in the air, undisturbed for what seemed like centuries. Sudhir had spent the better part of the morning sorting through his late grandfather’s belongings, moving through stacks of old books and forgotten trinkets. But there was one place he had avoided—the desk. The one his grandfather had always used for his work. It was the heart of his scholarly empire, a place where thousands of manuscripts and letters had piled up over the years, forming a fortress of history and mystery. But today,…
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Meher Aftab Part 1: The Flag That Doesn’t Wave The sun hung over the capital city of Ruvana like a bloated wound, casting a hazy orange over the skyline of glass ministries and concrete ghosts. Somewhere between the Parliament dome and the military cantonment, truth had gone missing. And Naveen Rahatkar, senior political correspondent for The Varshana Ledger, was beginning to smell its corpse. He sat in the pressroom of the Central Secretariat, watching the white-and-saffron flag of the Republic of Varshana flutter on the giant LED screen. Outside, the real flag was limp, unmoving despite the breeze. Symbolic, he…
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Mayank Sufi Part 1: The Man in the Silver Kurta The lanes of Dariba Kalan in Old Delhi were quiet that morning, quieter than usual. The scent of ittar still hung in the air like the memory of a lover’s touch, but the shops had yet to roll up their shutters. It was barely 6:30 a.m. when a rickshaw-wala, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, noticed something odd in front of Ibrahim & Sons — Jewelers Since 1837. A man lay face-down, slumped against the closed shutter, silver kurta crumpled, a faint red trail soaking into the dust…
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Anjali Varma Chapter 1 The taxi snaked its way up the misty incline, past shuttered tea stalls and damp pine groves, until the silhouette of the Grand Eden Hotel loomed into view—its faded Tudor façade and ivy-strangled balconies exhaling secrets of a time long past. Aanya Mehra leaned forward from the backseat, pressing her hand to the fogged-up window. She had seen photographs of the place—black-and-white postcards tucked into history books and archived reports—but nothing prepared her for the haunting elegance of the real thing. Built in 1893, the hotel was a relic of the British Raj, its corridors having…
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Ananya D’Souza Part 1 — The Locked Flat The rain had fallen hard the night before, and the grey morning light was doing little to scrub the city clean. Mumbai was damp, impatient, and hungover. Detective Inspector Reeva Kale lit her third cigarette of the morning as she stepped out of her beat-up white Mahindra Thar, ignoring the security guard trying to catch her attention. She hated apartment towers—too many floors, too many alibis. This one was worse: a posh building in Andheri West with glass balconies and silent lifts. Too clean to be honest. The call had come at…
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Niyati Sharma Chapter 1: The rain was relentless as the ferry docked at Mandwa jetty. Ishita Karve stepped onto the slick platform, her umbrella barely holding against the salty wind. Beside her, Aaditya Deshmukh stood with quiet pride, his suitcase in one hand and a folded umbrella in the other. The car that awaited them—a vintage black Ambassador driven by an old man with sun-wrinkled skin and sharp eyes—was to take them to their new home: Villa Rosa, the Deshmukh ancestral property gifted to them as a wedding present. Ishita had only seen photos of it—a white Portuguese-style house with…
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Aritra Sanyal Part 1: The Vanishing Key Rahul Sen was never the brother anyone noticed. Arjun had always been the shining one—co-founder of CoinMavin, India’s first fully decentralized crypto exchange, a TED speaker at twenty-six, and a media darling whose Twitter threads shaped investment trends. Rahul, two years younger, stayed in the background, quietly running his small app development firm from a shared office in Koramangala, coding by night and sipping overbrewed filter coffee by day. So when Arjun vanished, the media exploded. “Crypto King Missing,” read one headline. “Did CoinMavin Founder Flee With $200M?” asked another. But Rahul knew…
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Rhea Narayan 1 The rain hadn’t stopped in three days. London’s sky, swollen and sullen, pressed down on the city like a secret too heavy to bear. In a dimly lit lab tucked into the corner of King’s College, Dr. Ayesha Kapoor sat hunched over her laptop, the soft hum of servers the only sound interrupting the storm’s murmur. Her fingers hovered over a USB drive, its scratched casing labeled in smudged black ink: Lazarus. She hadn’t touched it in five years—not since Geneva. Not since she walked away from everything. The screen blinked awake, casting a bluish pallor across…
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Arvind Ray Chapter 1: The Hit-and-Run Vikram Jadhav had never imagined his life would change because of a late-night accident, especially not in Mumbai, where chaos reigned at every corner. It was around midnight when he was returning from a meeting with investors. The street was dimly lit, with rainwater shimmering in the orange glow of the street lamps. The city was unusually quiet for a Friday night. Vikram’s car rolled smoothly over the wet asphalt as he thought about the potential success of his tech startup, when suddenly, a blur of motion caught his eye. He slammed on the…