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शिवांगी तिवारी 1 मुंबई से लगभग 40 किलोमीटर दूर, समंदर के किनारे एक छोटा-सा गांव है—रॉकविले। यह गांव शहर की चकाचौंध से दूर है, लेकिन वहां की सबसे खास और डरावनी चीज़ है—’काली चट्टान’। हर शाम समंदर के बीचोंबीच उस काली चट्टान पर एक अजीब-सा नीला उजाला दिखाई देता है। कोई नहीं जानता वो रोशनी आती कहाँ से है। इसी गांव में पत्रकार आरव मेहरा आया था, एक स्टोरी की तलाश में। वो क्राइम रिपोर्टर था लेकिन इस बार उसने खुद चुना था रॉकविले आना। उसे किसी ने एक अनाम ईमेल भेजा था— “If you want the story of your…
Chapter 1: Arrival at the Ghat Tarak Nath Tripathi stepped off the rickety auto-rickshaw with his backpack slung over one shoulder and his thesis notes clutched tightly in a cracked leather folder. The heat clung to his skin like a second garment, thick with smoke and the smell of burning sandalwood, flesh, and Ganges water. He stood at the edge of the Manikarnika Ghat, watching the sacred river flow as if it had no memory of the centuries it carried. Bodies wrapped in saffron cloth were being carried down the steps by chanting pallbearers, while others burned on pyres whose…
Rudra Sen Chapter 1: The Arrival The moors stretched endlessly, cloaked in a veil of mist that clung low to the earth, as though the land itself held its breath. The carriage creaked along the gravel path, its wheels crunching through the frost-laced ground. Inside, Elena Blackwood sat with gloved hands clasped tightly in her lap, her gaze fixed out the window. Her reflection shimmered faintly on the glass, pale and ghostlike against the gray sky. Beside her, Arthur sat in silence, his expression unreadable. “It’s just ahead,” he said quietly, as though afraid the wind might overhear. As the…
Arif Khan Arrival at the Lodge The winding road snaked through the mist-cloaked forests of Simla, flanked by towering deodar trees whose branches interlocked like conspirators. The hired taxi, an old white Ambassador with rusted edges and a rattling engine, coughed its way up the slope. Rhea looked out of the foggy window, her breath forming tiny clouds on the cold glass. Her fingers tightened around Aarav’s hand. “This feels like a scene from an old horror movie,” she murmured with a nervous chuckle. Aarav grinned. “Romantic horror, maybe. Like Honeymoon in Hell.” “Not funny,” Rhea said, swatting his arm.…
Nikhil Sharma Chapter 1: The Will The road to Pinehar was unforgiving — serpentine turns through mist-covered hills, pockmarked with stones that had tumbled down long-forgotten landslides. The air thinned as the taxi climbed higher, and the pine trees grew taller, standing like silent watchers over the hillside. Riya Sharma leaned against the window, earbuds in, music off, listening only to the rumble of the tires and the occasional hiss of brakes struggling against gravity. She hadn’t been here in twenty years. Not since that summer when her mother had brought her here to meet Uncle Mahesh — a wiry…
Anjali Rao Chapter 1 It was nearly dusk when Esha Karekar received the call. She had been cataloguing Maratha-era letters at the Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj Vastu Sangrahalaya archives when her phone vibrated on the table. The number was unfamiliar, but the location read “Ratnagiri.” Something in her gut tightened. “Miss Karekar?” came the voice, low and formal. “This is Advocate Uday Keni, calling on behalf of the Ratnagiri District Court. I regret to inform you that your grandmother, Vasundhara Karekar, passed away three days ago.” Esha sat back in her chair. For a moment, all she heard was the faint…