• English - Horror

    Whispers of the Shyambazar House

    August 25, 2025 - By 

    Anirban Sen The tram rattled past Bagbazar and screeched towards Shyambazar, its iron wheels sparking against the stubborn tracks as dusk settled over North Kolkata. The air smelled of roasted peanuts, incense smoke, and an old kind of weariness that clung to the city’s bones. Ananya adjusted her satchel against her shoulder and stepped off at the crossing where five roads tangled together like restless veins. She had been summoned by the trustees of an old zamindari estate, tasked with sorting through a century’s worth of brittle manuscripts and letters that had been abandoned in the crumbling mansion known simply…

  • English - Suspense

    The Last Breath of Kalimpong

    August 6, 2025 - By 

    Aaryan Kaul Arrival in Mist The taxi wheezed up the winding hills like an asthmatic animal. Rain lashed against the glass. Ayesha Dhar sat in the backseat, her suitcase pressing against her knees, and stared out at the town rising through the fog. Kalimpong looked like it had never heard of sunlight. The trees bled mist. The road disappeared behind every bend. And everything smelled faintly of moss, burnt rubber, and regret. She hadn’t spoken much since leaving Siliguri. The driver didn’t press. He was like most people in the hills — weather-beaten, wary, and not particularly fond of questions.…

  • English - Fiction

    Empire of One

    August 2, 2025 - By 

    Dev Malhotra The Rainmaker The glass tower rose over Nariman Point like a sword in the smog, twenty-eight floors of ambition and secrets. Inside the top-floor corner office, Aarav Mehta stood still, watching the rain dance against the tinted windows. His reflection was a silhouette—expensive suit, perfect hair, the faintest tremor in his clenched jaw. Mumbai’s skyline blinked back at him like a code only he could read. The world knew him as the rainmaker—the youngest self-made billionaire in the country, founder of Virex Group, disruptor, genius, loner. But Aarav had always known better. Money was not the point. Power…

  • English - Suspense

    House Number 12

    August 2, 2025 - By 

    Part 1: The Welcome Plate The house was beige. The kind of beige that once meant hopeful whitewash but now wore the skin of resignation. Maya Joshi stood on the narrow cemented path that led to the cracked front door of House Number 12 in Samruddhi Bagh and wondered if resignation might actually be good for her. Her suitcase leaned against her calf, dusty from the auto ride. In her other hand, she held a brass key that had come wrapped in brown paper, handed by the landlord’s niece who spoke too softly and kept glancing over her shoulder, as…

  • English - Horror

    The Last Séance at Bhangarh Fort

    July 1, 2025 - By 

    Soumyo Roy Part 1: The Journal The pages were yellowed, brittle at the corners, and the leather spine smelled of time — not the clean scent of old libraries, but of something older, heavier. Like soil packed over secrets. Rehan Sen traced his fingers over the inscription on the first page: “Meera K. Sharma, August 12, 1986. For those who never came back.” He looked up at his colleague, Sana, who stood frozen in the dusty corner of the used bookstore they had stumbled into in Chawri Bazaar. “Didn’t she go missing at Bhangarh?” “Not just her. Three of them.…

  • Hindi - रहस्य कहानियाँ

    सांकलों के पीछे

    June 19, 2025 - By 

    अर्चित रस्तोगी भाग १ चौक बाज़ार की पुरानी सड़कें जब रात के अंधेरे में चुप हो जाती हैं, तब भी एक जगह है जहाँ हलचल बनी रहती है—चौधरियों की हवेली। लोगों का कहना है कि उस हवेली के भीतर से आधी रात के बाद ज़ंजीरों की खनक सुनाई देती है। कोई कहता है बंधी हुई आत्मा है, तो कोई कहता है किसी ने वहाँ कुछ छुपा रखा है। राघव, एक २७ वर्षीय पत्रकार, दिल्ली से इस छोटे से शहर “दौरगंज” आया था। वह क्राइम रिपोर्टिंग में नाम कमाना चाहता था, पर दिल्ली की भीड़ और राजनीति ने उसे थका दिया…

  • English - Horror

    The Silent Temple

    June 12, 2025 - By 

    A. K. Murugan  The Forgotten Path Tamil Nadu in June was a furnace of forgotten ruins and rustling palms, but for Meera and Tara, it was another tick on their growing list of offbeat travel destinations. They had been crisscrossing India for over a year now, documenting haunted forts, strange folk rituals, and abandoned villages on their blog, Whispers Unheard. What started as a quarantine boredom project had become a modestly successful travel page with a dedicated audience eager for the eerie and unexplained. But nothing they had seen so far compared to what Tara found one night on a…

  • English - Horror

    The Honeymoon Lodge

    June 10, 2025 - By 

    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.…