• Crime - English

    Murder at Mall Road

    June 27, 2025 - By 

    Ramesh Jha Chapter 1: The Arrival Snow fell in lazy spirals over Shimla’s Mall Road, blanketing the colonial rooftops and iron lamp posts in white. Tourists had thinned out by evening, and the narrow lanes echoed with the crunch of boots on icy gravel. Nestled between the aging Tudor-style library and a forgotten clock tower stood The Elgin Crest Hotel—a heritage property with oak-paneled halls, a grand staircase, and fireplaces that still burned real wood. Ayesha Mirza stepped out of her taxi, wrapped in a crimson shawl, boots sinking slightly into the slush. She had chosen this destination to escape…

  • Crime - English

    The Ashram Conspiracy

    June 26, 2025 - By 

    Rohit Jha Chapter 1: The Silence Breaks The sun had only just begun to crest the misty ridge of the Shivalik hills when Inspector Arvind Rawat’s car crunched across the gravel path leading into Shakti Dham Retreat. The towering teak gate, adorned with Sanskrit shlokas and brass lotus insignias, parted slowly before him, revealing manicured gardens and stone pathways shaded by deodar trees. The ashram was a place of silence—literally so, as the guests were observing a week-long vow of maun vrat, speechlessness meant to cleanse the mind. But peace was the last thing present this morning. Arvind stepped out…

  • Crime - English

    The Silent Depth

    June 25, 2025 - By 

    Anant Chowhan Chapter 1 The indoor pool was still cloaked in shadow when Suvam Dey stepped inside the cavernous space, his footsteps echoing against the high glass walls. The air smelled sharply of chlorine and faint mildew, a familiar scent that both comforted and stung. It was just past 4:30 AM, the hour he cherished most—before the noise, before the competition, before the world crept into the stillness. He dropped his duffel near the bleachers, removed his hoodie, and looked at the water—calm, mirrorlike, awaiting only him. Suvam dove in without hesitation, slicing through the silence. Each stroke was metronomic,…

  • Hindi - क्राइम कहानियाँ

    काली रात की गवाही

    June 21, 2025 - By 

    शेखर राणे भाग 1 मुंबई की उस रात कुछ अलग था। समंदर की लहरें जैसे कुछ कहने को बेताब थीं, और आसमान की कालिख शहर के गुनाहों की तरह भारी लग रही थी। पुलिस स्टेशन नं. 17 के इंस्पेक्टर अर्जुन पाटिल की आंखों में नींद नहीं थी। पिछले चौबीस घंटे में तीन कत्ल, तीनों एक ही तरीके से, और कोई सुराग नहीं। अर्जुन ने मेज पर रखी फाइल उठाई, जिस पर लिखा था – “केस: ब्लैक रोज मर्डर्स।” हर शव के पास एक काली गुलाब की पंखुड़ी पाई गई थी। न खून के धब्बे, न संघर्ष के निशान, जैसे मौत…

  • Bangla - সামাজিক গল্প

    রূপের পেছনের মানুষ

    June 18, 2025 - By 

    অরিত্র পাল পর্ব ১ মাধবপুর নামের একটা ছোট্ট গ্রাম। স্টেশন পেরিয়ে একটু ভেতরে গেলে এই গ্রামটা দেখা যায়। খুব চুপচাপ, গাছপালা ঘেরা, পাখির ডাক ভরা একটা জায়গা। এই গ্রামে থাকে গণেশ। সবাই বলে, গণেশ একজন “বহুরূপী”। মানে, সে নানা রকম সেজে গ্রামের লোকেদের সামনে গল্প বলে, নাটক করে। কখনো সেজে যায় শিব, কখনো হনুমান, আবার কখনো সুভাষচন্দ্র। শুধু সাজ নয়, তার মুখের কথা, চোখের চাহনি—সব যেন বদলে যায়। পুজোর আগে থেকেই গণেশ খুব ব্যস্ত। কারণ, সে পুজোর মেলায় নাচে, অভিনয় করে। এবার সে ঠিক করেছে নতুন কিছু করবে। সে সেজে উঠবে ঝাঁসির রানি লক্ষ্মীবাই। অনেকেই হাসাহাসি করে, বলে, “তুই মেয়ে…

  • English - Fiction

    Flavours of the Forgotten Lane

    June 16, 2025 - By 

    Abeer Khurana The Man with the Empty Tiffin Every day at exactly 2:15 p.m., after the lunch crowd had dispersed and the oil had cooled in the karahis, a man in a faded brown kurta appeared at the entrance of Parathewali Gali with an empty tiffin and a look that was hard to read. His beard was trimmed but uneven, his eyes carried the weight of too many forgotten memories, and his slippers had long lost the war with the cobbled Old Delhi stones. He never ordered from the menu. Instead, he would quietly lean into the counter of the…

  • Crime - English

    The Vanishing of Viraj Mehta

    June 16, 2025 - By 

    Chapter 1:  It was the sort of evening that wrapped Mumbai in a damp silence—one of those monsoon nights when the rain doesn’t roar, but hisses steadily, like a whisper of secrets meant to be hidden. The streetlights near Colaba Causeway flickered through the drizzle, casting shimmering reflections across the wet tarmac. Viraj Mehta, the 42-year-old diamond merchant with a reputation as clean as the stones he traded, checked his Rolex for the fourth time as he exited his office building. He had ended his day like any other: signing off ledger sheets, taking calls from Dubai, and checking shipments…

  • Hindi - क्राइम कहानियाँ

    सन्नाटे का रहस्य

    June 16, 2025 - By 

    निशांत परांजपे भाग 1 रेल की सीटी की आवाज़, कुछ पुराने डिब्बों का कराहता हुआ शोर और उस पर हल्की बूंदाबांदी—आरव सैनी जैसे ही इस पुराने स्टेशन पर उतरा, उसे कुछ अजीब सा एहसास हुआ। वो पुलिस इंस्पेक्टर था, लेकिन इस बार ड्यूटी पर नहीं। छुट्टी पर आया था, खुद को थोड़े दिन के लिए दूर रखने उस दुनिया से जहां हर कदम पर शक होता है, हर मुस्कान के पीछे कोई कहानी। लेकिन किस्मत को उसकी छुट्टी मंजूर नहीं थी। यह स्टेशन उत्तर भारत के एक छोटे से शहर का था—नाम ज़रूरी नहीं, क्योंकि ऐसी जगहें हर राज्य में…

  • Crime - English

    The Last Case of Inspector Rao

    June 14, 2025 - By 

    Rajiv Deshmukh Chapter 1: Thirteen Days Inspector Devendra Rao stared at the brass nameplate on his desk as if it were a stranger. The letters gleamed in the late afternoon sun—bold, authoritative, and now irrelevant. “Inspector D. Rao – Crime Branch.” Thirteen days. That’s all that remained before this title would be reduced to a fading memory and a dusty plaque on the wall of a two-bedroom apartment in Dadar. His colleagues were already taking bets on how long he’d last before boredom pulled him back in—if not officially, then at least as a “consultant.” The only paperwork on his…

  • English - Crime

    The Red Envelope

    June 11, 2025 - By 

    Raghav Sethi Hauz Khas, 3:47 AM It began with the sound of dripping water. Inspector Ayaan Malik wiped sweat from his brow despite the midwinter chill and stepped further into the abandoned house in Hauz Khas. His torchlight danced across graffiti-covered walls and shattered glass. Rats scurried over dried leaves on the floor. The report had come in anonymous—just a single line typed in Courier font: “You’ll find her where memories rot.” That could mean anywhere in Delhi, but the envelope it came in—red, thick, wax-sealed—was dropped off at Hauz Khas Police Station. No fingerprints. No postage. Just a symbol…