• English - Suspense

    The Vanishing Streets of Delhi

    September 19, 2025 - By 

    Rishabh Malhotra Episode 1: The Fading Connaught Place The night was unusually warm for late October, and Delhi’s streets pulsed with their familiar energy—autos rattling through intersections, street vendors shouting over the hiss of frying oil, and neon lights reflecting against colonial pillars. At Connaught Place, the heart of the city, Arjun Malviya adjusted his satchel and checked the time. His phone screen glowed 10:57 p.m. He had promised to meet his younger sister, Kavya, at the outer circle after she finished her theatre rehearsal. She was never late. Tonight, however, the crowd seemed thinner than usual, and Arjun noticed…

  • English - Suspense

    The Forgotten Shrine

    September 12, 2025 - By 

    Rishabh Mehta Part 1 – The Arrival The bus wound its way up the narrow mountain road, its engine straining against the climb. Aanya Kapoor pressed her forehead against the cold glass, watching the mist rise like smoke from the cedar forests below. It was late afternoon, but the hills were already wrapped in a twilight haze. The signboard that flashed past read Chamba – 18 km, its paint peeling, its iron frame leaning precariously as if even it wanted to escape the lonely curve of the road. She closed her notebook, the one already crowded with scribbled headlines and…

  • Crime - English

    Shadows in the Ledger

    September 9, 2025 - By 

    Arjun Malhotra Part 1: The Body at Dalhousie Square The night had a stillness only Calcutta knew—humid, damp, and swollen with the weight of secrets. The yellow streetlamps around Dalhousie Square flickered, their cones of light glistening against cobblestones darkened by last evening’s rain. At precisely 2:17 a.m., the silence cracked: a night watchman’s whistle trailed off into a hoarse scream. By the time Sub-Inspector Rohan Mukherjee arrived, the scene was already swarming. A man lay face-down near the fountain, the back of his linen shirt soaked in blood. His right hand clutched a black leather briefcase, its lock broken…

  • English - Suspense

    NIGHT WITHOUT EXITS

    August 26, 2025 - By 

    Aarav Mehta At 02:17 a.m., my phone rang with the same number that had stopped calling me eight years ago, a ghost of ten digits branded into the inside of my skull, and by the second ring my ribs felt like a locked drawer someone was rummaging through; I swiped, whispered “hello,” and heard only the soft clicking of a line held slightly open, air carrying the distant hum of traffic and a faint three-note whistle that I recognized from a forgotten Kolkata monsoon when an informant named R—had told me you could train a bird to return home but…

  • English - Suspense

    Whispers of the Green Veil

    August 21, 2025 - By 

    Arjun Malhotra Episode 1: The Edge of the Unknown The forest began where the last fields ended, as though the earth itself had drawn a line that man dared not cross. From a distance, it looked like a wall of green, dense and silent, but up close it was something stranger—something alive. The trees seemed to lean forward, their branches arching over the boundary, their leaves whispering secrets to the wind. Beyond lay shadows layered so thick that sunlight was reduced to a dim, trembling glow, like the last breath of a candle in a storm. Aranya stood at this…

  • English - Suspense

    The Vanishing Sketch

    August 20, 2025 - By 

    Arjun Mehta Part 1 – The Disappearance The Delhi Metro was alive with its usual evening rush—voices overlapping, the metallic shriek of sliding doors, hurried footsteps pounding the tiled platforms. Inside the swaying compartments, the city pressed itself into tight spaces, strangers brushing shoulders, the air thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of rails. Rhea Kapoor moved through the crowd with practiced ease, her leather satchel slung diagonally across her body, her eyes hidden behind a pair of round glasses. At thirty-four, she was one of the country’s most fearless investigative journalists, but here…

  • English - Suspense

    Room 417

    August 19, 2025 - By 

    Meera Chandrani Part 1 — The Envelope The envelope was the colour of old bones—thin, brittle, and unreasonably light. It was waiting on my desk when I returned from a morning beat at the magistrate’s court, wedged under my keyboard as if it had crawled there and died. No sender’s name, no return address, just my own printed neatly in black: ANANYA BASU, CITY CRIME. I rubbed at the fine dust that clung to it and felt a prickle—something metallic shifting inside with the slimmest rattle. “Fans of your work,” said Sayan, the photographer, peering over his camera like an…

  • English - Fiction - Suspense

    Crypt-O

    July 3, 2025 - By 

    Aritra Sanyal Part 1: The Vanishing Key Rahul Sen was never the brother anyone noticed. Arjun had always been the shining one—co-founder of CoinMavin, India’s first fully decentralized crypto exchange, a TED speaker at twenty-six, and a media darling whose Twitter threads shaped investment trends. Rahul, two years younger, stayed in the background, quietly running his small app development firm from a shared office in Koramangala, coding by night and sipping overbrewed filter coffee by day. So when Arjun vanished, the media exploded. “Crypto King Missing,” read one headline. “Did CoinMavin Founder Flee With $200M?” asked another. But Rahul knew…

  • Hindi - रहस्य कहानियाँ

    काली चट्टान का रहस्य

    July 3, 2025 - By 

    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…

  • Bangla - রহস্য গল্প

    রক্তমারকারির ছায়া

    June 22, 2025 - By 

    প্রীতম দে পর্ব ১ দিল্লির এক গোপন ল্যাবরেটরির অন্ধকার ঘরে বসে ছিল একজন মধ্যবয়সী বিজ্ঞানী। নাম তার ডঃ সমরনাথ দে। কাঁধে হালকা ঝুঁকে থাকা শরীর, চোখে পুরু পাওয়ার চশমা, আর মুখে চিরন্তন ক্লান্তির রেখা। কিন্তু এই রাতে তার চোখ জ্বলছে। কারণ, তার সামনে রাখা কাঁচের একটি ছোট্ট ফ্লাস্কের ভেতরে রয়েছে এমন কিছু, যার খোঁজে বহু দেশের গোয়েন্দা সংস্থারা রাতের ঘুম হারাম করেছে। একটি লালচে তরল—একে বলা হয় রেড মারকারি। এই বস্তু নিয়ে বহু গুজব ছড়িয়েছে। কেউ বলে এটি নিউক্লিয়ার বোমা তৈরির গোপন উপাদান। কেউ আবার দাবি করে, এর এক ফোঁটায় সম্পূর্ণ শহর নিশ্চিহ্ন হয়ে যেতে পারে। কিন্তু ডঃ দে জানেন,…