Karan Ahuja 1 Raghav Rao sat hunched over the glow of his monitor in the empty IT office, the soft hum of cooling fans the only company in the midnight silence. Outside, Bangalore’s Outer Ring Road buzzed with the faint rhythm of traffic, but inside the glass tower it was a different world—one of endless code, shifting deadlines, and invisible pressure. He was used to the long hours, the quiet loneliness of staying back while his colleagues left for pubs or late-night biryanis. But tonight felt different. As his fingers traced the logic of the application update, line by line,…
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Aritra Basu No one really knows when the nightmares began. Maybe it was the night Rehan clicked the link. Just a glowing green phrase in a forum full of digital shadows: “The Deepest Link – Do You Dare?” Most would scroll past, but Rehan was no most. Nineteen years old, brilliant with code and reckless with curiosity, he had spent the past few months exploring the surface and submerged layers of the internet. The dark web was his newest obsession. Not for drugs or weapons or conspiracy forums—but for secrets. He didn’t want to buy; he wanted to know. He…
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Rohan Mehta Part 1 The rains had returned to Mumbai like an old enemy. Not with the promise of relief, but the murky stench of trouble. It was just past midnight when Inspector Alisha Ranade pulled up in her rain-splashed black Bolero outside the abandoned Crawford Mills compound. Her phone buzzed again—a message from headquarters: “Body found. Possibly political.” She hated those two words. In her experience, “possibly political” meant either someone too powerful was involved or someone too disposable had been silenced. The scene was taped off by a lone constable who looked more scared than soaked. “Inside,” he…