Episode 1 – The Dare The night it began was not chosen for any omen or occasion; it was picked out of boredom. That was the most dangerous part. If the six of them had gathered in the old house because of belief, because of faith in the stories they had read online, perhaps there would have been a kind of reverence in their actions, a hesitation that might have saved them. But boredom—boredom never allows reverence. It breeds mockery, and mockery is exactly what the thing they called into that house was waiting for. The house itself was a…
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অভিষেক দত্ত পর্ব ১ : অরণ্যের প্রান্তে সূর্য তখন পশ্চিম আকাশে গড়িয়ে পড়ছে। লালচে আলো যেন মায়ার পর্দার মতো ছড়িয়ে পড়েছে চারপাশে। মহারানী অরণ্যের গাঢ় সবুজ ছাতার উপর সেই আলোর আভা পড়তেই জঙ্গলটা আরও রহস্যময়, আরও গম্ভীর হয়ে উঠছে। বাতাসে এক অদ্ভুত শীতলতা, অথচ গ্রীষ্মকাল, গরমের দাপট চরমে থাকার কথা। যেন এই জঙ্গলের আলাদা এক নিজস্ব ঋতুচক্র আছে—বাকি পৃথিবীর সাথে যার কোনো সম্পর্ক নেই। অভিজিৎ ট্রেকিং ব্যাগ পিঠে চাপিয়ে গাড়ি থেকে নেমে দাঁড়াল ধুলোমাখা কাঁচা রাস্তায়। তার চোখে কৌতূহলের ঝিলিক। বয়স পঁচিশের কাছাকাছি, সদ্য বিশ্ববিদ্যালয় থেকে পাশ করা এক বন্যপ্রাণী গবেষক। তার লক্ষ্য—অদৃশ্যপ্রায় বন্যপ্রাণীদের খোঁজ পাওয়া। কত গল্পই না ছড়ানো…
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Neha Banerjee The Rooftop That Wasn’t There Aarav didn’t mean to miss the last train. It just happened, like most of his mistakes—small, accidental, and irreversible. One late night line of code at work turned into another, and another, until he looked up at the time glowing on his cracked phone screen and realized the metro gates would already be shuttering. He left the office anyway, stepping out into a city that was still awake but somehow lonelier for it, the neon lights buzzing like a swarm of mechanical fireflies. The streets of New Delhi after midnight weren’t empty; they…
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Vikram Rathore Part 1: The Inheritance The sun was beginning to set behind the rugged peaks of the Aravalli Range, casting long shadows over the winding roads that led to Kumbhalgarh Fort. Anirudh Deshmukh, a young archaeologist from Delhi, gazed out the window of his car as it meandered through the narrow, serpentine paths that led him to the fort. He had heard much about the place—the towering walls, the haunting beauty of the fort, and the endless stories of its troubled past. But he never imagined that it would be his own inheritance that would bring him here. It…
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Om Jindal Part 1 – The Transfer Order Ooty, 1895. The train hissed as it wound up the Nilgiri mountains, its wheels screeching around narrow curves, as though the very hills resisted intrusion. From his open window, Devendra Nath Rai watched thick clouds drape over eucalyptus trees and tea plantations like a shroud. The air had a peculiar chill—unlike the searing plains of Madras Presidency, where he’d spent most of his career. He was thirty-two, a quiet man with neat handwriting and a taste for facts. The British admired him for his efficiency; Indians called him “Sarkari Sahib” behind his…