• English - Suspense

    The Mind Behind the Mask

    Amartya Basu   Part 1: The First Message Kolkata was restless that night. The damp air of the city clung to the streets, wrapped in the hazy fog that seemed to linger long after the evening rains had passed. In the quiet alleys of South Kolkata, the hum of the traffic was replaced by the distant cry of a night bird and the flicker of streetlights casting long shadows. It was in one such alley, in the decrepit building of Pataldanga, where the first message was left. Detective Anirban Ghosh stood in the doorway of the apartment, his gaze fixed…

  • English - Suspense

    The Whispering Walls

    Nina V. D’Souza Part 1 The letter arrived on a Monday, folded neatly in an ivory envelope sealed with red wax. There was no return address, only Aria Langford’s name written in elegant cursive on the front. She stared at it for a long minute before tearing it open, curious but cautious. The apartment was quiet—too quiet—save for the hum of her old refrigerator and the distant sound of sirens in the city below. As a freelance historian and part-time archivist, Aria was used to strange documents landing in her hands. But this one was different. The letter inside was…

  • English - Suspense

    Pink Saree and a Political Murder

    Maya Sharma Part 1: The Last Rally in Pink The rain had stopped just minutes before the rally began. A pink haze lingered over the Kolkata skyline, smeared with leftover monsoon clouds and political slogans painted hastily across aging walls. Shanti Ghosh, dressed in her signature pink Banarasi saree with gold-threaded lotus motifs, stood on the makeshift bamboo stage at the heart of Ward 34. Her voice, usually mellow and diplomatic, now sliced through the damp air like a blade. “We are not just mothers and wives,” she said, her voice echoing across the crowd, “we are builders, protectors, and…

  • Hindi - क्राइम कहानियाँ

    रेड लिपस्टिक और एक राज़

    श्रुति चौहान भाग 1: चेहरा जो पहचाना सा था “नेहा, अगला क्लाइंट आया है,” रिया की असिस्टेंट ने धीरे से कहा। नेहा माथे पर हल्की लटों को पीछे सरकाते हुए ब्रश को मेज पर रखा। बड़ी स्क्रीन पर चेहरा फोकस करते-করते वो थक चुकी थी, लेकिन हर दिन की तरह, आज भी मेकअप उसका ध्यान बँटा देता था। वो चेहरे पढ़ सकती थी—रंग, बनावट, और सबसे अहम—उनमें छुपे भाव। “नाम?” नेहा ने पूछा। “सिया,” असिस्टेंट बोली। नाम सुनते ही उसके हाथ की मसल हल्का सा कांप गई। उसने अनदेखा किया। सिया—कितना आम सा नाम है। लेकिन क्या हर आम नाम…