• Bangla - রহস্য গল্প

    অদৃশ্য ছায়া

    September 9, 2025 - By 

    অর্ণব দত্ত পর্ব ১ — রাতের সেতু হাওয়ায় গন্ধ ছিলো গরম লোহা আর নদীর শ্যাওলার। কলকাতার শহরতলির পুরনো লোহার সেতুটি রাত নামার পর যেন অন্য রকম হয়ে যায়—দিনে সে কত ব্যস্ত, ট্রাক, বাস, ভ্যানগাড়ি সব মিলিয়ে এক বিশৃঙ্খলা। অথচ গভীর রাতে, হঠাৎ করেই যেন সেতুর গায়ে সময় থেমে যায়। বাতাসে ভিজে ধাতব শব্দ বাজতে থাকে, দূরে নদীর স্রোত কালো তেলের মতো ঘন হয়ে বইতে থাকে, আর হাওয়ার ফাঁক দিয়ে মনে হয়, কারা যেন অদৃশ্য পায়ে সেতুর গায়ে হাঁটছে। অনিকেত দাঁড়িয়ে ছিলো সেতুর মাঝখানে। হাতে সিগারেট, চোখ নদীর দিকে। সে একজন সাংবাদিক, তিরিশ পেরিয়েছে, জীবন তাকে খুব একটা সহজ কিছু দেয়নি।…

  • English - Suspense

    NIGHT WITHOUT EXITS

    August 26, 2025 - By 

    Aarav Mehta At 02:17 a.m., my phone rang with the same number that had stopped calling me eight years ago, a ghost of ten digits branded into the inside of my skull, and by the second ring my ribs felt like a locked drawer someone was rummaging through; I swiped, whispered “hello,” and heard only the soft clicking of a line held slightly open, air carrying the distant hum of traffic and a faint three-note whistle that I recognized from a forgotten Kolkata monsoon when an informant named R—had told me you could train a bird to return home but…

  • English - Suspense

    The Crimson Guest

    August 25, 2025 - By 

    Eleanor Hayes The Arrival The rain had been falling over St. Aldwyn’s for two days without pause, a relentless curtain of silver that blurred the hedgerows and emptied the cobbled streets of its usual chatter. Nestled in the heart of the town was the Blackthorn Inn, a Tudor-fronted building whose dark beams sagged with age, whose windows glowed like watchful eyes in the storm. On that particular evening, a carriage stopped at its door—a rare sight, for few visitors chose to travel in such weather. From within stepped a tall man in a deep maroon coat, his boots striking sharp…

  • English - Suspense

    The Vanishing Ledger

    August 21, 2025 - By 

    Arjun Malhotra  The Broken Lock The house stood at the far end of Chitpur Road like a stubborn relic, refusing to collapse even as the rest of north Kolkata modernized and decayed in equal measure. Its high arched windows were shattered, its stucco walls streaked with moss, and weeds sprouted in wild abandon from the cracks in its courtyard. The demolition crew had arrived at dawn with their rust-colored machines, but Rohan had been there before them, notebook in hand, his camera dangling from his neck, watching as the first hammer struck the gates of the house. Freelance assignments were…

  • English - Suspense

    The Vanishing Sketch

    August 20, 2025 - By 

    Arjun Mehta Part 1 – The Disappearance The Delhi Metro was alive with its usual evening rush—voices overlapping, the metallic shriek of sliding doors, hurried footsteps pounding the tiled platforms. Inside the swaying compartments, the city pressed itself into tight spaces, strangers brushing shoulders, the air thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of rails. Rhea Kapoor moved through the crowd with practiced ease, her leather satchel slung diagonally across her body, her eyes hidden behind a pair of round glasses. At thirty-four, she was one of the country’s most fearless investigative journalists, but here…

  • Bangla - রহস্য গল্প

    অদৃশ্য দরজা

    August 20, 2025 - By 

    দেবদীপ মুখার্জী পুরনো ভাড়াবাড়ি শহরের প্রান্তে, যেখানে নতুন উঁচু ফ্ল্যাটের দালান এখনও পুরোপুরি গজিয়ে ওঠেনি, সেখানেই একপাশে দাঁড়িয়ে আছে ভাঙাচোরা, শ্যাওলা-ঢাকা একটি ভাড়াবাড়ি। বাইরে থেকে দেখলেই মনে হয় বহুদিন কেউ থাকেনি। কিন্তু আসলে সেটা ভাড়ার জন্যই রাখা হয়েছে—সস্তা ভাড়া, সামান্য মেরামতির খরচে কেউ যদি সাহস করে থাকতে রাজি হয়। রুদ্র, সদ্য কলেজ শেষ করে সাংবাদিকতার চাকরিতে ঢোকা এক তরুণ, তার অফিসের কাছে একটা থাকার জায়গা চাইছিল। শহরের ভেতরে ভাড়া সামলানো সম্ভব হচ্ছিল না। ঠিক তখনই এক প্রপার্টি ডিলারের মাধ্যমে এই বাড়ির খোঁজ পায়। বাড়িটা দেখতে এসে প্রথমেই বুক কেঁপে উঠেছিল—কালচে দেওয়াল, কাঠের জানালায় ফাটল, ছাদের কোণে বাদুড় ঝুলে আছে। কিন্তু…

  • English - Suspense

    Room 417

    August 19, 2025 - By 

    Meera Chandrani Part 1 — The Envelope The envelope was the colour of old bones—thin, brittle, and unreasonably light. It was waiting on my desk when I returned from a morning beat at the magistrate’s court, wedged under my keyboard as if it had crawled there and died. No sender’s name, no return address, just my own printed neatly in black: ANANYA BASU, CITY CRIME. I rubbed at the fine dust that clung to it and felt a prickle—something metallic shifting inside with the slimmest rattle. “Fans of your work,” said Sayan, the photographer, peering over his camera like an…

  • English - Suspense

    A Silent Apartment in Andheri

    July 26, 2025 - By 

    Pranoy Kr. Shah 1 The rain had been falling since dawn, washing the dust off the skeletal towers of Andheri West as Vedant and Nayantara Chitnis entered their new home on the sixteenth floor. The apartment, 1604, was tastefully modern—a minimalistic shell waiting to be warmed by the presence of a newly married couple. The realtor had called it a “luxury compact,” but Naya thought it felt like a box floating in fog. White walls, dark wood paneling, and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the blurred skyline of Mumbai gave it the illusion of space, though a strange emptiness clung to…

  • English - Fiction

    The Fifth Protocol

    June 28, 2025 - By 

    Neel Kashyap Part 1: The Minister Who Knew Too Much The monsoon had arrived early in New Delhi, but the rain did little to cool the simmering corridors of power. The South Block offices glistened under streetlights, guarded by protocol and paranoia. At 2:03 a.m., a white government Scorpio pulled into the back entrance of the Ministry of Parliamentary Affairs. Inside, Minister Prabir Kundu sat motionless, his lips taut and fingers trembling over a brown leather file embossed with the Ashoka emblem. He shouldn’t have had this file. But he did. Earlier that evening, Kundu had received an anonymous courier…

  • English - Suspense

    The Third Locker

    June 28, 2025 - By 

    Chayan Ghoshal Chapter 1: The Letter The newsroom smelled of overbrewed coffee and paper dust—an aging beast barely held together by buzzing tube lights and worn-out keyboards. Subhasree Roy sat in the far-left corner, tapping absentmindedly on her laptop, staring at an unfinished draft on land scam allegations against a corporator who would likely never be touched. Her fingers paused when a slim white envelope was slid under her mug—no sender’s name, just her name in capital letters, “SUBHASREE.” She frowned, looked around, but the intern who was passing her chai had already turned away. She opened it slowly, curious.…