Animesh Goshal 1 Rain tapped against the glass façade of the luxury high-rise in Salt Lake Sector V like a nervous code, rhythmic and unrelenting. The building, all chrome and precision, belonged to the future—monitored by Kolkata’s flagship surveillance system, DRISHTI, with retinal scans at the entrance and predictive movement sensors embedded in the hallway walls. But on the twenty-third floor, inside apartment 23-B, silence reigned. The air-conditioning hummed softly as a pool of blood soaked into a pale grey rug beneath a woman’s head. Her body was untouched, her limbs arranged unnaturally straight, but her right eye socket was…
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Aritra Mukherjee Chapter 1: It was a sultry April morning in Kolkata, the kind where the air feels heavy enough to drown in, thick with humidity, sweat, and the dull weight of unspoken things. The city, always loud and unapologetically alive, had barely opened its sleepy eyes when the scream echoed along the concrete ribs of Howrah Bridge, bouncing off the iron like a banshee’s call, scattering a flock of pigeons into the early light. The chaiwalas had just begun their first boil, the fishermen were dragging their nets near the Hooghly’s edge, and fruit vendors were still unpacking their…