• English - Fiction

    The Last Breath of Green

    September 19, 2025 - By 

    Arka Sen Episode 1: The River That Stopped Singing Once, there had been a sound. The elders of Sundarpur village used to say that the river had a voice—soft in the mornings, sharp in the afternoons, and almost like a lullaby at night. For generations, the people had measured time not by clocks but by the moods of the river. When its flow was full and forceful, the rice fields shone emerald green. When it slowed, the earth cracked, but never so much that hunger entered their homes. But in the present season, there was no sound at all. Only…

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    The Invisible Wall

    September 16, 2025 - By 

    Ananya Deshpande Episode 1 – Across the Alley The alley was barely wide enough for two people to walk shoulder to shoulder, yet to Rohit it felt like a border he could never cross. On his side stood a row of aging houses, their paint peeling in the damp Kolkata monsoon, their balconies strung with clothes that never quite dried. On the other side rose another line of buildings, just as worn, their windows facing his own. He had grown up here, in this tight pocket of the city where noise never really faded—vendors calling out, children playing cricket with…

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    The Bench at Central Park

    September 12, 2025 - By 

    Maya Fernandes Liam liked mornings best when the park was still quiet, when the only sound was the distant bark of a dog or the shuffle of leaves under shoes that weren’t his own, when he could walk past the fountain and not feel the weight of other people’s eyes on him. The bench near the fountain was old, its paint chipped in places, its iron arms cold in autumn, but it was his grandmother’s bench, or at least he thought of it that way, because she had sat there with him for years, tossing breadcrumbs at the pigeons that…

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    Chasing the Finish Line

    September 4, 2025 - By 

    Ryan Matthews Episode 1 – The First Race The school ground in Jalandhar was nothing more than a patch of uneven earth surrounded by rusted goalposts and an old banyan tree that had seen decades of boys running, shouting, and chasing half-torn footballs. But to twelve-year-old Arjun Malhotra, that dusty ground was the world’s grandest stadium. It was Sports Day, the one day of the year when the sleepy lanes of his small town turned electric with chatter about medals, trophies, and the glory of running faster than anyone else. Arjun had never taken part in a proper race before.…

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    The Glass Empire

    September 4, 2025 - By 

    Ethan Roy Episode 1: The Pitch Arjun Mehra stood in the narrow corridor of the co-working space, palms moist, eyes fixed on the glass door of the conference room where three men in suits waited for him. He could hear his own heartbeat louder than the muffled chatter from the shared café outside. It was not just another presentation. For him, this was the thin, trembling line between a dream and oblivion. At twenty-seven, armed with an MBA from a reputable institute and two years of frustration working at someone else’s company, Arjun believed he was ready to risk everything.…

  • English - Fiction - Suspense

    The Shadow Broadcast

    August 25, 2025 - By 

    Arjun Mehra he Shadow Broadcast By Arjun Mehra Part 1 – The Leak Rain glazed the pavements of London in a silver film that distorted neon into restless pools of color. At three in the morning, the newsroom of the Daily Standard lay deserted except for Eleanor Hart, who hunched over her terminal with the exhausted determination of someone unwilling to surrender to sleep. She had been chasing a dead lead on parliamentary lobbying, convinced that hidden money had been funneling itself into the corridors of Westminster. But the screen in front of her no longer displayed budget spreadsheets or…

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    The Indian Valley

    August 25, 2025 - By 

    G. Somasundaraman Episode 1 – The Spark The small café on College Street smelled of wet books and old coffee, a place where poets once argued about revolution and students rehearsed their lives in whispers. It was here, under a flickering ceiling fan and between chipped wooden tables, that four friends first whispered the idea that would change everything. Arjun tapped his cracked Lenovo laptop with a kind of nervous pride, showing the others the terminal lines rolling across the screen. Beside him, Meera adjusted her glasses, her fingers already scrolling through documentation she had half-memorized. Rakesh leaned back, cocky…

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    The Ledger of Ghosts

    August 9, 2025 - By 

    Kiran Vale Part 1: The Night Market I never wanted to be seen—not by cameras, not by shareholders, not by the people who carry their hunger like a country on their backs. If you’re looking for villains, you expect a face. I prefer vectors: numbers that travel when no one is watching. Call me what the blogs do—crypt billionaire, ghost tycoon, a rumor with a balance sheet. The words don’t matter. Only the ledgers do. Mumbai had just finished raining the sea back onto itself. From the penthouse window in BKC, the city looked like a pulsing circuit. My phone…

  • English - Fiction - Romance

    रात की आख़िरी बूँद

    August 4, 2025 - By 

    रेशमा गुलज़ार 1 दिल्ली की गर्मी जब जून के तीसरे हफ्ते में साँस लेने लगती है, तो शामें धुएँ में घुल जाती हैं। ट्रैफिक की आवाजें खिड़कियों के भीतर तक आती हैं, और पर्दे धीमे-धीमे नाचते हैं, जैसे किसी ने उन्हें एक धीमा राग गुनगुनाया हो। अन्वी ने लैपटॉप बंद किया। स्क्रीन पर वो तीसरा पैराग्राफ अब भी अधूरा था—एक स्त्री का स्पर्श लिखते-लिखते उसकी अपनी त्वचा पर सिहरन सी दौड़ गई थी। उसने कॉफ़ी मग उठाया, जो अब ठंडा हो चुका था। बालों की एक लट उसकी गर्दन पर टिक गई थी—गर्मी और अधूरी नींद दोनों की गवाही देती…

  • English - Fiction

    The Sound of One Leaf Falling

    August 4, 2025 - By 

    Kenji Sora 1 The monk arrived just before dusk. The hill curved like a sleeping body, and at its crown stood the monastery: walls made of ancient cypress, dark with age, unpainted, without embellishment. It was said to be built by those who had forgotten the need for bricks. But the strange thing was that there was no gate. Not even a crack. Taro walked the perimeter twice. He touched the wood. It was warm, breathing, as though the wall itself was waiting. There was no sound from within, no chanting, no footsteps. Only the wind and the monk’s breathing,…