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    The House on Hazratganj

    Mohit Gupta 1 The rain had been relentless that night in Lucknow, turning the streets of Hazratganj into glistening rivers of neon reflections. The abandoned colonial mansion stood at the edge of the bustling market, a towering relic of British architecture swallowed in shadows, its façade cracked and weather-beaten, windows like hollow eyes staring into the storm. For years, the house had been whispered about in tea stalls and alleyway conversations—said to be cursed, a place where footsteps echoed in the dead of night though no one lived there, where whispers curled around like smoke in the dark. But on…

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    The Music Room Murder

    Alok Mukherjee I The Mallick mansion stood like a fading relic on one of South Kolkata’s quieter streets, its grandeur worn down by decades of neglect, yet still capable of stirring awe in those who crossed its threshold. Rajat Mallick, the current custodian of this ancestral home, walked through its corridors with a nervous air, his mind fixed on the night ahead. The music room, once the pride of his forefathers, had not seen such a gathering in years. High ceilings lined with fading frescoes, Belgian chandeliers that flickered with uneven light, and carved wooden panels heavy with dust spoke…

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    Murder at the Monastery

    Pramit Deshmukh 1 The hills of Dharamshala carried a silence unlike any other. It was not the silence of emptiness, but one layered with murmurs of prayer wheels, the occasional clang of temple bells, and the distant rustle of pine forests swaying with the mountain wind. In the early mornings, the mist floated across the ridges like drifting spirits, veiling and unveiling the town in turns. Pilgrims wound their way to monasteries, their maroon robes a steady rhythm against the gray stone paths. The air smelled faintly of incense and butter lamps, mingled with the earthy dampness of rain-kissed soil.…

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    The Kanpur Labyrinth

    Vikram Sethi Chapter 1 The afternoon sun baked the crumbling walls of the old Shyam Sundar Textile Mill, its rusted machinery silent for decades. Redevelopment crews had been at it for weeks, reducing the skeletal factory to mounds of brick dust and twisted iron. That day, the foreman’s shouts echoed off the hollow shell as an excavator clawed at the earth near the western wing. When the bucket hit something solid beneath the soil, the metallic scrape was sharper than stone. Curious, a few workers dropped their tools and gathered as the machine tore open what appeared to be a…

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    The Goa Beach Murders

    Pinaki Verma 1 The Goan sun dipped low into the Arabian Sea, painting the horizon with fiery streaks of orange and crimson as Anjuna beach slowly came alive with tourists gathering for the evening. Arjun Sen leaned back on the creaking wooden chair outside his shack, the smell of charred prawns and kingfish mixing with the salty air. Once, he had carried a badge, a gun, and the weight of justice on his shoulders; now he carried trays of seafood and glasses of feni to strangers. To most, he was just another shack owner—dark glasses hiding tired eyes, hair flecked…

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    Chennai Submersion

    Natasha Shrivastav Chapter 1 – The Waters Rise Chennai woke to a city unrecognizable, drowned in the relentless aftermath of the heaviest monsoon the region had seen in decades. The Marina Beach, usually a sprawling stretch of sand dotted with morning walkers and street vendors, had become a surreal tableau of destruction. Waves, tinged with debris and refuse, lapped angrily at the submerged roads, while low-lying neighborhoods resembled shallow lakes, rooftops and treetops barely protruding above the rising water. Families huddled on makeshift rafts, carrying children and belongings, as emergency sirens wailed through the humid, rain-laden air. The government had…

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    The Missing Idol

    Nirmala Iyer Chapter 1: The Festival Night The small temple town of Thiruvelli, nestled between rolling hills and fields of swaying paddy, had long lived in quiet rhythm, its people rising with the temple bells and sleeping to the lull of evening chants. But during Panguni Uthiram, the silence broke into a grand spectacle of devotion and festivity. From dawn, narrow streets lined with banyan trees overflowed with pilgrims who had walked for miles barefoot, carrying offerings of coconuts, garlands, and pots of milk. Stalls selling sweet jaggery pongal, jasmine flowers, and brass lamps dotted the lanes, their fragrances mingling…

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    Blood on the Expressway

    Prabhat Mishra One The night on the Delhi-Mumbai Expressway was unlike the chaotic city roads it connected. Here, silence ruled the vast stretches, broken only by the occasional roar of engines and the rhythmic hum of tires on asphalt. The headlights of passing cars carved fleeting tunnels of brightness through the darkness, then disappeared, leaving the long, lonely highway in its natural emptiness once more. For truck drivers, these journeys were about endurance—keeping eyes open, hands steady, and minds sharp. One such driver, Ravi Yadav, was maneuvering his lorry past a half-lit toll booth when he noticed something unusual: a…

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    The Fog Heist

    Sahir Kaul Chapter 1 The night air in Surat carried the faint scent of the Tapi River and the metallic hum of industry, but inside the towering facade of the Shree Omkar Luxury Vault, silence reigned. The building’s polished marble lobby gleamed under low security lighting, the air-conditioned chill a stark contrast to the humid streets outside. At 11:48 p.m., a black SUV glided into the underground parking bay, its windows tinted beyond regulation. Three figures emerged, faces hidden behind sleek, black half-masks, their movements precise and unhurried. They passed through the biometric scanner using codes that should have been…

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    The Tattooed Witness

    Aparna Thakur Chapter 1 – Blood on the Hills The storm came down like a curse upon the hills, lightning tearing jagged lines across the charcoal sky as the wind screamed through the cedar trees of Dharamshala’s outskirts. Rain lashed against the windows of an old guesthouse nestled precariously on a rocky slope, its pale stone façade flickering in the electric light like something pulled from a fevered dream. Inside, the air smelled of damp wood, old secrets, and the faintest trace of blood. At the top of the narrow staircase, in Room 5, Dev Rana’s body lay sprawled across…