• Crime - English

    The Locked Room in Mumbai

    August 26, 2025 - By 

    Devraj Sinha The monsoon had not yet broken, but the clouds over Mumbai were swollen with a menace that seemed to mirror the city’s mood. At Marine Drive, waves pounded against the seawall as if the Arabian Sea was impatient with human stubbornness. Detective Arvind Rao, sitting in the back of a police jeep, felt the salt spray coat his face as they sped past the stretch of neon-lit hotels that fronted the coast. His phone buzzed again; Commissioner Kulkarni’s voice had been sharp and hurried. “Bollywood producer, big name, dead in a penthouse. Locked room. Media will have a…

  • Crime - English - Suspense

    The Last Firewall

    August 22, 2025 - By 

    Ethan Ray Episode 1 – The Breach The lights of Manhattan flickered once, twice, then died. Traffic signals froze in the middle of rush hour. Elevators locked between floors. Screens inside Times Square went blank, the usual neon chaos swallowed in sudden silence. For a moment, the city stood suspended in a strange twilight of confusion, as though the heartbeat of New York had skipped a beat. Then came the sirens, the panicked voices, the realization that something was terribly wrong. By the time the backup grids powered up, half the financial district was already in chaos. Banks reported locked…

  • Hindi - नैतिक कहानियाँ - फिक्शन कहानी - सामाजिक कहानियाँ

    डब्बे के रास्ते

    July 11, 2025 - By 

    नवनीत विश्वास 1 हर सुबह जैसे मुंबई जागती है – गाड़ियों की आवाज़, लोकल ट्रेनों की घरघराहट, और भीड़ के कोलाहल में – उसी के साथ एक और दुनिया भी आँखें खोलती है: डब्बावालों की दुनिया। ये वो लोग हैं जो रोज़ लाखों लोगों के घर का खाना, सैकड़ों किलोमीटर दूर, बिना एक गलती के, समय पर पहुँचा देते हैं। नाथा पाटील, लगभग साठ साल के बुज़ुर्ग डब्बावाले, इस दुनिया के एक अनुभवी सिपाही हैं। सफेद नेहरू टोपी, हल्की झुर्रियों वाली मुस्कान, और आँखों में वर्षों का अनुभव। सुबह चार बजे उनकी नींद खुलती है, जैसे शरीर में कोई अलार्म…

  • English - Travel

    Arrival in Mumbai: A City of Dreams

    July 10, 2025 - By 

    Atrayee Mullik Part 1: Arriving in Mumbai – A City of Dreams I arrived in Mumbai on a humid summer morning, and the city immediately made its presence felt. As soon as I stepped out of Chhatrapati Shivaji Maharaj International Airport, I was swept up by the chaos. The air was thick with the combined scent of street food, diesel, and the unmistakable smell of the Arabian Sea. There was no mistaking it—Mumbai was alive. I wasn’t prepared for the magnitude of it all. Mumbai, India’s financial capital, is often described as the city of dreams. But standing in the…

  • Hindi - क्राइम कहानियाँ

    साया: मुम्बई के अंधेरे का चेहरा

    June 19, 2025 - By 

    राहुल शुक्ला भाग 1: धारावी का नया राजा धारावी की तंग गलियाँ उस रात कुछ ज्यादा ही चुप थीं। हवा में बारूद की गंध घुली थी और पुलिस की सायरन की आवाज़ दूर से गूंज रही थी। साया — मुम्बई अंडरवर्ल्ड का एक नाम, जिसे सुनते ही लोगों के चेहरे पर पसीना छलक आता था — आज रात एक और खून के बाद माफिया की गद्दी पर पूरी तरह बैठ चुका था। साया का असली नाम था रईस अली, लेकिन अब उसे कोई इस नाम से नहीं जानता। वो गुमनाम रहना चाहता था, पर उसकी कहानियाँ हर नुक्कड़-चाय की दुकान…

  • English - Suspense

    The Dockside Cipher

    June 14, 2025 - By 

    Rohan Mehta Part 1  The rains had returned to Mumbai like an old enemy. Not with the promise of relief, but the murky stench of trouble. It was just past midnight when Inspector Alisha Ranade pulled up in her rain-splashed black Bolero outside the abandoned Crawford Mills compound. Her phone buzzed again—a message from headquarters: “Body found. Possibly political.” She hated those two words. In her experience, “possibly political” meant either someone too powerful was involved or someone too disposable had been silenced. The scene was taped off by a lone constable who looked more scared than soaked. “Inside,” he…

  • English - Crime

    Stardust and Shadows

    June 11, 2025 - By 

    Mira Devika The Girl Who Dreamed in Technicolor Aarya Vardhan arrived in Mumbai on a humid June afternoon, the kind where the sky smelt of wet rust and ambition. Dadar station was a swarm of people—hawkers shouting, suitcases clattering, children crying. She stepped off the train in worn jeans, a cotton kurta, and sneakers that had seen too many miles. Her suitcase was secondhand; her dreams were not. She stood still for a second, letting the city breathe on her. It smelled of diesel, dust, sweat, and something else—possibility. For a girl from Jabalpur with no industry godfather, Mumbai was…