HauntedPalace
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The Drowned Bride of Jhargram
Purnendu Dey I The road to Jhargram was lined with towering sal and mahua trees, their shadows stretching long in the golden light of late afternoon as the car carrying Arjun and Priya turned towards the palace gates. For both of them, this was supposed to be a moment of pride, of fulfillment—choosing a venue…
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The Red Veil of Kaiserbagh
Isha Mirza 1 Rhea Sen stepped off the dusty evening train into the heart of Lucknow, her senses immediately overwhelmed by the city’s curious blend of melancholy grandeur and stubborn life. Rickshaws rattled past the faded gates of old nawabi havelis, and the air carried the scent of marigolds, incense, and the distant, lingering sweetness…