• English - Young Adult

    The Weight of Stars

    Shubrangshu Roy Shadows Beneath the Sky, opens with Mira’s world pressed in tightly around her, as though every breath she takes has to fight its way through invisible walls of worry. At sixteen, she often feels like a spectator in her own life, watching her classmates laugh and chatter as if they belong to a world just beyond her reach. Every morning is a struggle, each step into the bustling corridors of school amplifying her sense of being out of place. Crowds make her heart quicken, sudden noises coil around her nerves, and even silence at night is filled with…

  • English - Young Adult

    Colors of Kumartuli

    Pritam Sarkar Chapter 1 – The Arrival at Kumartuli unfolds with the vivid sensory chaos of Kolkata’s legendary artisan quarter. Seventeen-year-old Tanya steps into the narrow, winding lanes of Kumartuli, her senses immediately overwhelmed by the vibrant intensity of the place. The air is thick with the earthy scent of wet clay, mingling with turpentine, oil paints, and the faint tang of incense from nearby shrines. The rhythmic tapping and molding of hands on clay create a hypnotic symphony, broken intermittently by the calls of vendors and the chatter of apprentices. Towering idols of Durga, in various stages of completion,…

  • English - Young Adult

    The Last Bell of Raipur High

    Rhea Malhotra Part 1 – The Announcement The morning bell at Raipur High had always been shrill enough to cut through sleep, chatter, even monsoon thunder. But that day it sounded different—longer, harsher, like the metal clanged with purpose. Students rushed into the assembly hall, uniforms sticking with the last drizzle of rain, shoes leaving muddy half-moons on the stone floor. The ceiling fans swung lazily above us, too slow to dry the nervous sweat running down our backs. Something was off. Even the teachers stood stiff in their lines, whispering among themselves. I stood in the second row, shoving…

  • English - Young Adult

    The Monsoon Mystery

    Diganta Deka The monsoon descended upon the small riverside town with an unrelenting fervor, turning the earth into a mosaic of muddy puddles and swollen streams. The sky, a heavy slate of gray, spilled sheets of rain that drummed ceaselessly on tin roofs and rusted verandas. The Brahmaputra, already a commanding presence in the town’s life, grew into a roaring giant, its waters rising swiftly, tugging at the banks and swallowing the familiar outlines of the ghats. Life moved at a subdued pace; boats bobbed restlessly, fishermen mended their nets under dripping tarpaulins, and the scent of wet earth mingled…

  • English - Young Adult

    The Last Broadcast

    Ayesha Malhotra Part 1 – Silence After the Flare The desert had always been quiet, but after the flare, silence was something else entirely. It pressed against the windows, settled on the roof tiles, thickened the air between words. Before, there had been the hum of ceiling fans, the tinny burst of radio jingles from the next-door grocer’s shop, the shriek of kids playing cricket on the dust-patched street. But the morning after the sky burned orange and green, none of that returned. The fans sat useless. The grocer closed his shutters. The cricket bat lay abandoned in the sand.…

  • English - Young Adult

    Swipe Left on Destiny

    Radhika Sharma 1 Ananya Sharma’s life, to any outsider, looked like something that could be wrapped neatly in a report card or a family photo framed in the drawing room. Sixteen, sharp-eyed, with her hair always tied back in a disciplined ponytail and her school uniform creased to perfection, she seemed to glide through her Delhi school corridors with the quiet confidence of someone who had it all figured out. Teachers adored her for her flawless homework submissions and her articulate speeches in debating competitions; classmates respected her, even envied her, for the effortless way she seemed to win trophies…

  • English - Young Adult

    When the Bell Rings

    Emily D’Souza I first noticed Mira on a Monday the way you notice something you’ve lost and then convince yourself it had been there all along. She was at the far end of the corridor, standing in a square of sunlight from the skylight, hair catching dust motes. I was fifteen, new to St. Augustine’s, and learning to walk like I’d always belonged. Mostly, it meant walking fast and looking at blue pinboards, not people’s faces. It was assembly day. The principal preached punctuality, the choir missed a high note, and the sports captain reminded everyone to return cricket balls.…

  • English - Young Adult

    The Forgotten Hostel

    Pinaki Chouhan The morning air in Guwahati buzzed with anticipation as a group of high school students gathered at the city bus stand, their backpacks slung over shoulders and cameras dangling from necks, ready for a cultural trip to Shillong. Excited chatter filled the bus as friends jostled for window seats, their voices blending with the rumble of the engine and the scent of freshly brewed tea from the roadside stalls. Teachers tried to maintain some order, reminding students of the itinerary while the students’ eyes sparkled at the thought of scenic hills, cascading waterfalls, and bustling local markets awaiting…

  • English - Romance - Young Adult

    Metro Love Chronicles

    Drishan Sengupta 1 Every morning, the Yellow Line of the Delhi Metro was a theater of hurried footsteps, weary eyes, and the rustle of bags pressing against metal poles. Aarav Malhotra boarded the train with the air of someone who did not belong to the chaos around him—his crisp white shirt tucked neatly into tailored trousers, his AirPods whispering music from some international chart-topper, his fingers idly scrolling through the latest Instagram updates. He stood tall, a brand-conscious silhouette amid the bustle, one sneakered foot tapping in faint irritation at the crowd pressing too close. At the opposite end of…

  • English - Young Adult

    The Kite of Dreams

    Nikhil Pandey 1 The sun hung low over Ahmedabad, spilling its amber glow across the rooftops that seemed to stretch endlessly into the horizon. Every terrace was alive with color, movement, and laughter, the city preparing for the festival of Uttarayan. High above, kites of all shapes and hues fought against the playful gusts, dancing, dipping, and climbing as though the sky itself had been turned into a battlefield of dreams. Fifteen-year-old Aarav Patel leaned against the cool wall of his family’s terrace, the hum of the city below and the chorus of voices above filling his ears. His eyes…