Arjun Nair Part 1 – The Arrival The train screeched into Netarhat station just before dusk, scattering a few sleepy dogs off the tracks. Meera Joshi stepped down with her rucksack, adjusting her glasses against the thick blanket of humidity that clung to the air. She was thirty-two, a wildlife biologist with years of fieldwork behind her, yet this place carried a silence she had never felt before. The sal trees stretched in dark rows beyond the station, their shadows already deepening with the falling light, as if the forest had secrets it was unwilling to share with newcomers. A…
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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…
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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…
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अनिरुद्ध राजन मिश्रा वाराणसी की तंग गलियों में वो रात कुछ ज्यादा ही खामोश थी, जैसे कोई बड़ा तूफान पहले ही सब उजाड़ चुका हो। इंस्पेक्टर अयान शुक्ला की जीप जब कोतवाली इलाके की उस मोड़ पर पहुँची, तो चारों तरफ भीड़ जमा हो चुकी थी। लाल-नीली बत्तियों की चमक पुलिस की असहज उपस्थिति दर्ज करा रही थी, लेकिन वहां खड़ा हर शख्स जानता था — ये कोई आम मर्डर नहीं। “कौन है?” अयान ने उतरते ही पूछा। “साहब… एक औरत है,” कॉन्स्टेबल दुबे ने सिर झुकाते हुए जवाब दिया, “किसी ने सिर पर वार किया है, मौके पर ही…