• Crime - English

    Highway 44

    September 20, 2025 - By 

    Asit Rana Chapter 1 – The Disappearing Drivers The first whispers began as roadside gossip, exchanged over steaming cups of chai at dhabas dotting the endless stretch of National Highway 44. A driver from Punjab was said to have vanished in the dead of night, leaving behind a truck still humming on the shoulder of the road, headlights flooding an empty stretch of asphalt. Within days, another truck was found in similar fashion near Nagpur — its cabin door swinging in the wind, the driver nowhere in sight. Soon, the pattern became undeniable. Drivers who set out with their consignments…

  • Crime - English

    The Widow’s Ledger

    September 18, 2025 - By 

    Tanima Basak Chapter 1 – Tide at Dusk The sea was already pulling back when Inspector Arjun Sen reached Chandipur. It was late evening, and the tide had begun its quiet retreat across the flat beach, leaving behind long glistening stretches of sand that shone like dark mirrors in the fading light. Fishing nets lay sprawled across wooden boats like the skins of dead creatures, their salt-stiff ropes twisting under the weak lanterns that dotted the shore. A smell of brine and rotting kelp hung in the air, sharp enough to make his throat sting. The police jeep jolted over…

  • Hindi - क्राइम कहानियाँ

    खामोश शहर

    September 9, 2025 - By 

    समीर वर्मा एपिसोड 1: धुंध में चीख कोलकाता की सड़कों पर सर्दियों की धुंध इस क़दर छाई थी कि सामने चल रही पीली टैक्सी का पिछला नंबर प्लेट तक साफ़ दिखाई नहीं दे रहा था। हावड़ा ब्रिज की रोशनी उस धुंध को काटने की कोशिश कर रही थी, मगर हर रोशनी धुंध में घुलकर जैसे कोई अधूरा रहस्य बन जा रही थी। रात के पौने बारह बजे पुलिस कंट्रोल रूम में फ़ोन बजा। सब-इंस्पेक्टर शेखर चौधरी उस समय अपने डेस्क पर फाइलें पलट रहे थे। फोन उठाते ही उधर से घबराई हुई औरत की आवाज़ आई— “साहब… चीख सुनाई दी…

  • Crime - English

    Shadows in the Ledger

    September 9, 2025 - By 

    Arjun Malhotra Part 1: The Body at Dalhousie Square The night had a stillness only Calcutta knew—humid, damp, and swollen with the weight of secrets. The yellow streetlamps around Dalhousie Square flickered, their cones of light glistening against cobblestones darkened by last evening’s rain. At precisely 2:17 a.m., the silence cracked: a night watchman’s whistle trailed off into a hoarse scream. By the time Sub-Inspector Rohan Mukherjee arrived, the scene was already swarming. A man lay face-down near the fountain, the back of his linen shirt soaked in blood. His right hand clutched a black leather briefcase, its lock broken…

  • Crime - English

    Blood on the Balance Sheet

    September 9, 2025 - By 

    Rohan Sen Part 1 – The First Murder The night air in Mumbai carried its usual cocktail of sea salt, petrol fumes, and exhaustion. By the time Inspector Kabir Mehta arrived at the narrow lane in Fort, the neon lights had gone dim, the hawkers had packed their stalls, and the crowd had gathered in that restless half-circle that only death could command. The constable waved him in, parting the murmuring mass of onlookers. Kabir ducked under the yellow police tape, his eyes falling instantly on the sprawled figure inside the glass-fronted office. A man in his mid-forties, shirt stained…

  • Crime - English

    The Poisoned Monsoon

    September 7, 2025 - By 

    Divya Srivatsav 1 The storm had been brewing all evening, and by the time the call came in, the skies over Mumbai had split open, unleashing a torrent that turned streets into rivers and the sea into a boiling monster that battered the shoreline. Ananya Sen arrived at Juhu’s elite neighborhood drenched but unflinching, her notebook and recorder protected under a plastic folder she carried everywhere during monsoon assignments. The bungalow, looming against the furious waves, stood like a stubborn relic, its sea-facing verandah lit by dim yellow lamps that flickered each time lightning ripped across the sky. Crowds of…

  • Crime - English - Suspense

    Murder in the Monsoon Express

    September 6, 2025 - By 

    Nisha Kapoor The Monsoon Express pulled out of Mumbai Central just as the sky broke open with rain, sheets of water drumming against the station roof and streaking the glass panes of the luxurious coaches. Inside, the world was far removed from the storm—velvet upholstery, polished wood, and the quiet hum of attendants who glided between compartments. Wealthy passengers sipped wine or tea, their conversations blending with the clink of cutlery. Among them sat Rajiv Mehta, the diamond merchant whose reputation preceded him. He leaned back in his chair, heavy rings glinting as he raised his glass, speaking too loudly…

  • Hindi - क्राइम कहानियाँ

    खून का सौदा

    September 3, 2025 - By 

    अमितेश ठाकुर एपिसोड 1 — बारिश की गवाही रात की बारिश समंदर से उठी हवा में नमक घोल रही थी। सिवरी के जर्जर डॉक पर पीली रोशनी के नीचे धरती काली चमकती थी, जैसे किसी ने डामर पर तेल उँडेल दिया हो। कंटेनर नंबर 7C-319 की मुहर टूटते ही लोहे की चरमराहट से हवा काटती हुई निकली और चुप्पी के बीच आर्यन भोसले ने आधी नज़र घड़ी पर डाली—01:47। उसके साथ तीन और लोग थे—दारू का कैप उल्टा लगाए योगी, चुपचाप रहने वाला शागिर्द समीर, और सांवला, ठिगना ड्राइवर जग्गू। सब हथियारबंद, सबकी उँगलियाँ ट्रिगर की खाल से दोस्ती करती…

  • Crime - English

    The Kolkata By-Lane Killer

    September 1, 2025 - By 

    1 The mist rolled in heavy that night over Shobhabazar, clinging to the crumbling walls of century-old houses and hanging like a curtain in the narrow lanes where time seemed frozen. It was here, in the heart of North Kolkata’s labyrinth, that the silence was broken by the shrill cry of a milk vendor who stumbled upon the body. Bimal “Banker” Ghosh, a man known in whispers as both a petty moneylender and a sly informant of his younger years, lay sprawled in the mud, his throat slit with chilling precision. The flickering glow of a dim streetlamp caught the…

  • Crime - English

    The Locked Room in Mumbai

    August 26, 2025 - By 

    Devraj Sinha The monsoon had not yet broken, but the clouds over Mumbai were swollen with a menace that seemed to mirror the city’s mood. At Marine Drive, waves pounded against the seawall as if the Arabian Sea was impatient with human stubbornness. Detective Arvind Rao, sitting in the back of a police jeep, felt the salt spray coat his face as they sped past the stretch of neon-lit hotels that fronted the coast. His phone buzzed again; Commissioner Kulkarni’s voice had been sharp and hurried. “Bollywood producer, big name, dead in a penthouse. Locked room. Media will have a…