• Crime - English

    Shadows in the Ledger

    Arjun Malhotra Part 1: The Body at Dalhousie Square The night had a stillness only Calcutta knew—humid, damp, and swollen with the weight of secrets. The yellow streetlamps around Dalhousie Square flickered, their cones of light glistening against cobblestones darkened by last evening’s rain. At precisely 2:17 a.m., the silence cracked: a night watchman’s whistle trailed off into a hoarse scream. By the time Sub-Inspector Rohan Mukherjee arrived, the scene was already swarming. A man lay face-down near the fountain, the back of his linen shirt soaked in blood. His right hand clutched a black leather briefcase, its lock broken…

  • Crime - English

    The Poisoned Monsoon

    Divya Srivatsav 1 The storm had been brewing all evening, and by the time the call came in, the skies over Mumbai had split open, unleashing a torrent that turned streets into rivers and the sea into a boiling monster that battered the shoreline. Ananya Sen arrived at Juhu’s elite neighborhood drenched but unflinching, her notebook and recorder protected under a plastic folder she carried everywhere during monsoon assignments. The bungalow, looming against the furious waves, stood like a stubborn relic, its sea-facing verandah lit by dim yellow lamps that flickered each time lightning ripped across the sky. Crowds of…

  • Crime - English - Suspense

    Murder in the Monsoon Express

    Nisha Kapoor The Monsoon Express pulled out of Mumbai Central just as the sky broke open with rain, sheets of water drumming against the station roof and streaking the glass panes of the luxurious coaches. Inside, the world was far removed from the storm—velvet upholstery, polished wood, and the quiet hum of attendants who glided between compartments. Wealthy passengers sipped wine or tea, their conversations blending with the clink of cutlery. Among them sat Rajiv Mehta, the diamond merchant whose reputation preceded him. He leaned back in his chair, heavy rings glinting as he raised his glass, speaking too loudly…

  • Crime - English

    The Kolkata By-Lane Killer

    1 The mist rolled in heavy that night over Shobhabazar, clinging to the crumbling walls of century-old houses and hanging like a curtain in the narrow lanes where time seemed frozen. It was here, in the heart of North Kolkata’s labyrinth, that the silence was broken by the shrill cry of a milk vendor who stumbled upon the body. Bimal “Banker” Ghosh, a man known in whispers as both a petty moneylender and a sly informant of his younger years, lay sprawled in the mud, his throat slit with chilling precision. The flickering glow of a dim streetlamp caught the…

  • English - Suspense

    72 Hours in Bhopal

    Kabir Anand 1 The old ceiling fan in Detective Inspector Meenal Rathore’s apartment made a dry, rhythmic creak as it turned in the summer night heat. She sat at her desk in a sleeveless kurta, case files spread open, a mug of cold tea forgotten at her elbow. The city outside was quieter than usual, its usual honking and scooter rumbles dulled at this hour. Her phone buzzed sharply at exactly midnight, the screen flashing an unknown number. She answered out of habit, expecting a drunken domestic complaint or a false alarm. Instead, a low, carefully measured voice came through…

  • Crime - English

    The Burning Ghat

    Vijoy Menon Part 1: Ashes That Speak The smoke rose like a slow, coiled prayer — grey and indifferent, curling against the dimming sky. At Manikarnika Ghat, the fires had no time to rest. One pyre faded, another was lit. Wood cracked, bones whispered, and the Ganges swallowed the silence of the dead with the same patience it gave the living. The priests moved like phantoms in ochre robes, their hands blackened with ghee and soot. No one cried here. Grief had long since turned into muscle memory. Devkant Mishra stood by the edge of the river, his white dhoti…

  • Crime - English

    Salt in the Wound

    Mukta Joshi 1 The sun had not yet risen over the vast white plains of the Rann of Kutch, but the world was already glowing. A ghostly sheen hung over the salt flats, where the land met the sky in a silent, horizonless stretch of emptiness. Abdul Rehman Shaikh squinted into the distance, the crunch of salt beneath his sandals breaking the stillness. He had walked this path for over thirty years, guiding workers and checking the progress of the salt beds, but this morning something was different. There was an unnatural stillness near the third trench—where the water had…

  • English - Suspense

    The Crimson Lotus

    The First Bloom The body was found just after dawn, lying sprawled in the middle of a crumbling courtyard in North Kolkata’s Ahiritola. A shriveled banyan tree stood sentinel over the scene, its roots crawling like veins across the red bricks. A milkman had stumbled upon it first, his cries waking the neighbors before the police could cordon off the area. ACP Ishaan Roy crouched next to the corpse, his sharp eyes tracing the placement of the limbs, the faint smudge of red near the mouth, the cuts too clean to be spontaneous. A fresh lotus flower, blood-soaked but otherwise…

  • English - Crime

    The Kalighat Murders

    Ritam Sen  The Body by the Ghat The tram squealed as it curved past the Kalighat temple gates, the clattering wheels echoing through the alleyways still soaked from last night’s drizzle. The city was stirring — morning prayers floated out from open windows, chai stalls hissed to life, and vendors set up shop like they had every day for years. Kolkata, in its timeless rhythm, was waking up. Inspector Arjun Dutta was halfway through his first cup of tea when the call came. The voice on the other end, a young constable posted at the Kalighat beat, was unusually tense.…