• Crime - English

    Ballygunge 76

    September 13, 2025 - By 

    The night Anwesha Sen vanished began like so many ordinary evenings in Kolkata’s monsoon season, with laughter echoing from cafés, headlights streaking down rain-slicked roads, and young voices carrying on late into the night. At seventeen, Anwesha was at that tender age balanced between recklessness and restraint, a girl whose smile disarmed her strict schoolteachers and whose confident stride often made her friends feel she was the leader of every outing. That night, she and her circle of friends drifted from a small café in Park Street to a club tucked into one of Ballygunge’s quieter lanes, a place where…

  • English - Suspense

    The Mind Behind the Mask

    July 10, 2025 - By 

    Amartya Basu   Part 1: The First Message Kolkata was restless that night. The damp air of the city clung to the streets, wrapped in the hazy fog that seemed to linger long after the evening rains had passed. In the quiet alleys of South Kolkata, the hum of the traffic was replaced by the distant cry of a night bird and the flicker of streetlights casting long shadows. It was in one such alley, in the decrepit building of Pataldanga, where the first message was left. Detective Anirban Ghosh stood in the doorway of the apartment, his gaze fixed…

  • English - Suspense

    The Last Move

    July 8, 2025 - By 

    Riaan D’Souza 1 Rain fell like memory over the shanty roofs of Dharavi, each drop tapping out a rhythm older than the city itself. Inside the dimly lit, one-room Dharavi Chess Club, the walls smelled of damp wood and resignation. But within that space, a quiet miracle unfolded every evening. His name was Arjun Menon—ten years old, barefoot, and already a mystery to the men who came here to play. The board was his world. The black and white squares did not care who you were outside their borders. They did not ask how much money your father made or…

  • English - Romance - Young Adult

    Red Ink on White Paper

    June 24, 2025 - By 

    Tara Deshpande Part 1: First Paper Cut The essay was titled “Love is a Knife with a Sugar Handle.” Rayan D’Souza read the first paragraph, then the last, then the whole thing again in silence. It wasn’t just good—it was surgical. Each line left a mark, a strange blend of emotional vulnerability and cold detachment. The author was Aranya Sen. Roll number 07B/LIT/019. He remembered her vaguely from the second row, a girl who didn’t take notes but always looked like she was memorising the whole room. Her photograph was stapled to the file, standard college protocol, a small passport-size…