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    The Shadow Broadcast

    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

    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

    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…

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    रात की आख़िरी बूँद

    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…

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    The Sound of One Leaf Falling

    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,…

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    Empire of One

    Dev Malhotra The Rainmaker The glass tower rose over Nariman Point like a sword in the smog, twenty-eight floors of ambition and secrets. Inside the top-floor corner office, Aarav Mehta stood still, watching the rain dance against the tinted windows. His reflection was a silhouette—expensive suit, perfect hair, the faintest tremor in his clenched jaw. Mumbai’s skyline blinked back at him like a code only he could read. The world knew him as the rainmaker—the youngest self-made billionaire in the country, founder of Virex Group, disruptor, genius, loner. But Aarav had always known better. Money was not the point. Power…

  • Crime - English - Fiction

    The Professor’s Lost File

    Ayan Mukherjee Part 1: Echoes from the Dark Web Four years had passed since Berlin’s death. Four years since the gold vanished from the Bank of Spain. The world had moved on, but somewhere deep in the chaos of shifting governments, rising crypto-empires, and collapsing institutions, the legend of El Profesor endured. In the heart of Bogotá, under the guise of a salsa bar waitress, Tokyo existed—an echo of her former self. Her real name erased, her guns traded for silence. She no longer looked at the world with fire in her eyes. She drank quietly, moved with precision, and…

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    The Republic of Shadows

    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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    Offline is the New Love

    Tania Mattu Part 1: The DM That Didn’t Send Aarav Kapoor stared at the blinking cursor on his screen, his thumb hovering above the send button. The message read: “Hey, you seemed really cool at the open mic. Want to grab coffee sometime?” But he didn’t press send. Instead, he backspaced all the way to blank and tossed his phone onto the bed. He exhaled loudly. “What am I doing?” He had met Zoya exactly three nights ago at a chaotic open mic night in Bandra. She wasn’t performing; she was in the corner, sketching people with a black ink…

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    Crypt-O

    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…