• English - Suspense

    Delhi’s Fog

    August 31, 2025 - By 

    Kaustabh Ahuja Chapter 1 Winter 2025. Delhi lay shrouded under a gray, choking blanket of smog, a toxic haze so thick it swallowed the city whole. The usual morning bustle of Chandni Chowk—hawkers setting up their stalls, bicycles weaving between the crowd, the faint aroma of parathas sizzling on iron griddles—was muted, filtered through the oppressive gray. Visibility was no more than five meters; familiar buildings, ancient havelis, and neon signs disappeared into an opaque whiteness. Pedestrians coughed violently, their scarves drawn up to cover faces, eyes squinting through the haze, wary of every step. Amid this chaos, a man…

  • Crime - English

    Murder at the Monastery

    August 25, 2025 - By 

    Pramit Deshmukh 1 The hills of Dharamshala carried a silence unlike any other. It was not the silence of emptiness, but one layered with murmurs of prayer wheels, the occasional clang of temple bells, and the distant rustle of pine forests swaying with the mountain wind. In the early mornings, the mist floated across the ridges like drifting spirits, veiling and unveiling the town in turns. Pilgrims wound their way to monasteries, their maroon robes a steady rhythm against the gray stone paths. The air smelled faintly of incense and butter lamps, mingled with the earthy dampness of rain-kissed soil.…

  • Crime - English

    Chennai Submersion

    August 19, 2025 - By 

    Natasha Shrivastav Chapter 1 – The Waters Rise Chennai woke to a city unrecognizable, drowned in the relentless aftermath of the heaviest monsoon the region had seen in decades. The Marina Beach, usually a sprawling stretch of sand dotted with morning walkers and street vendors, had become a surreal tableau of destruction. Waves, tinged with debris and refuse, lapped angrily at the submerged roads, while low-lying neighborhoods resembled shallow lakes, rooftops and treetops barely protruding above the rising water. Families huddled on makeshift rafts, carrying children and belongings, as emergency sirens wailed through the humid, rain-laden air. The government had…

  • Crime - English

    The Frequency Killer

    July 26, 2025 - By 

    Kalyan Mukherjee One The rain had turned Hatibagan into a mosaic of puddles and reflections. Rickshaws creaked over slick tram tracks, and yellow taxis honked in frustration as they weaved between vegetable carts and slow-moving pedestrians. Amrita Dutta stood before the rusting iron gate of her grandfather’s house, staring up at the dark, crumbling façade as though it might swallow her whole. It had been over a decade since she’d stepped foot in this neighborhood, and yet the smell of damp paper, incense, and frying telebhaja felt too familiar. She entered cautiously, key in hand, pushing open the heavy door…