• Crime - English

    The Last Local

    October 4, 2025 - By 

    Arjun Mehta Chapter 1 – The Final Departure The storm came in without warning, the kind of Mumbai monsoon that split the city into islands of survival. Streets drowned, taxis stalled like dying fish, and yet the lifeline of the city—the suburban trains—kept moving, dragging weary commuters through sheets of rain. At Churchgate station, the loudspeaker was already crackling about delays, though no one really listened. People had learned to treat delays like background noise, like the endless vendors selling umbrellas at triple their price. But on that night, when the rain lashed glass windows and lightning turned the platforms…

  • English - Suspense

    The Vanishing Line

    October 4, 2025 - By 

    Anik Roy Chapter 1 – The Passenger List The call came just after midnight, when Delhi’s power grid seemed to hesitate in the humid air and the fan above Rhea Mukherjee’s desk spun on with a wheeze. She had been staring at the blinking cursor of a half-finished article, something forgettable about municipal corruption that her editor had already threatened to cut, when the unknown number appeared on her phone. The voice on the other end was muffled, unsteady, as though the caller was speaking from inside a tunnel. “You cover railways, don’t you?” the man asked. Rhea straightened in…

  • Bangla - ভূতের গল্প

    অচেনা বাঁশির সুর

    September 18, 2025 - By 

    অরিন্দম মুখোপাধ্যায় পর্ব ১: সুরের প্রথম রাত দুর্গাপুরের সেই কারখানাটা শহরের বাইরে, গঙ্গার ধারে, ঝোপঝাড়ে ঢেকে গেছে আজ। ইট-সিমেন্ট ভাঙা, জানালার কাচগুলো শূন্য চাহনির মতো তাকিয়ে থাকে। রাতের বেলা লোকজন ওদিক মাড়ায় না—কেউ বলে শিয়াল-কুকুর আছে, কেউ বলে ভুত আছে। সেই রাতে অরূপ, শহরের এক সাংবাদিক, হঠাৎ শুনতে পেল খবর— “দাদা, কারখানার ভেতরে আবার বাঁশির আওয়াজ শোনা যাচ্ছে।” একজন চা-ওয়ালা বলছিল। গলাটা ফিসফিসে, চোখে ভয়। অরূপ সঙ্গে সঙ্গে খুঁটিয়ে জানতে চাইল। চা-ওয়ালা কাঁপা গলায় বলল, “আগের বার শুনেছিল যে, সে নাকি তিন দিনের মধ্যে নিখোঁজ হয়ে গেছে। এ বার আবার বাজছে, কাল রাত থেকেই।” অরূপের ভেতর সাংবাদিকের কৌতূহল জেগে উঠল।…

  • English - Young Adult

    The Last Bell of Raipur High

    September 17, 2025 - By 

    Rhea Malhotra Part 1 – The Announcement The morning bell at Raipur High had always been shrill enough to cut through sleep, chatter, even monsoon thunder. But that day it sounded different—longer, harsher, like the metal clanged with purpose. Students rushed into the assembly hall, uniforms sticking with the last drizzle of rain, shoes leaving muddy half-moons on the stone floor. The ceiling fans swung lazily above us, too slow to dry the nervous sweat running down our backs. Something was off. Even the teachers stood stiff in their lines, whispering among themselves. I stood in the second row, shoving…

  • English - Horror

    The Haunted Stepwell

    September 14, 2025 - By 

    Sourabh Shukla One Meera Joshi adjusted her backpack and wiped the sweat from her brow as she stood at the edge of the ancient Adalaj Stepwell in Gujarat. The air was thick with humidity, and a faint breeze carried the scent of wet stone and earth, giving the place a mysterious, almost otherworldly atmosphere. Her eyes traced the intricate carvings etched into the weathered walls of the stepwell, each depicting mythological scenes and ancient rituals. The local villagers had warned her repeatedly—especially the old man in the tea stall—of the stepwell’s dark past. Whispers of disappearances after sunset, shadowy figures…

  • English - Young Adult

    The Last Broadcast

    September 12, 2025 - By 

    Ayesha Malhotra Part 1 – Silence After the Flare The desert had always been quiet, but after the flare, silence was something else entirely. It pressed against the windows, settled on the roof tiles, thickened the air between words. Before, there had been the hum of ceiling fans, the tinny burst of radio jingles from the next-door grocer’s shop, the shriek of kids playing cricket on the dust-patched street. But the morning after the sky burned orange and green, none of that returned. The fans sat useless. The grocer closed his shutters. The cricket bat lay abandoned in the sand.…

  • Crime - English

    The Poisoned Monsoon

    September 7, 2025 - By 

    Divya Srivatsav 1 The storm had been brewing all evening, and by the time the call came in, the skies over Mumbai had split open, unleashing a torrent that turned streets into rivers and the sea into a boiling monster that battered the shoreline. Ananya Sen arrived at Juhu’s elite neighborhood drenched but unflinching, her notebook and recorder protected under a plastic folder she carried everywhere during monsoon assignments. The bungalow, looming against the furious waves, stood like a stubborn relic, its sea-facing verandah lit by dim yellow lamps that flickered each time lightning ripped across the sky. Crowds of…

  • Crime - English - Suspense

    Murder in the Monsoon Express

    September 6, 2025 - By 

    Nisha Kapoor The Monsoon Express pulled out of Mumbai Central just as the sky broke open with rain, sheets of water drumming against the station roof and streaking the glass panes of the luxurious coaches. Inside, the world was far removed from the storm—velvet upholstery, polished wood, and the quiet hum of attendants who glided between compartments. Wealthy passengers sipped wine or tea, their conversations blending with the clink of cutlery. Among them sat Rajiv Mehta, the diamond merchant whose reputation preceded him. He leaned back in his chair, heavy rings glinting as he raised his glass, speaking too loudly…

  • English - Horror

    The Sunken Village

    September 6, 2025 - By 

    Lalit Kumar Tripathi The summer sun scorched the land with a vengeance, its fiery rays baking the cracked soil until it seemed the earth itself was thirsty. The dam that once brimmed with monsoon-fed waters now lay half-empty, its shoreline retreating day by day to expose what had been hidden for decades beneath its depths. From the muddy floor emerged strange, skeletal shapes—walls leaning against time, stones half-swallowed by silt, and the tilted shadow of a bell tower that once belonged to a village no one had seen in a generation. Fishermen, their nets dragging in shallow waters, muttered darkly…

  • Crime - English

    No Place to Whisper

    September 1, 2025 - By 

    Arvind Kashyap Part 1 – The Case Begins The rain had been coming down on Kolkata for three days straight, the kind that didn’t wash the city clean but left it sticky and smelling of wet dust, fish, and petrol. Arjun Sen sat in his office above a shuttered sweet shop on Bentinck Street, nursing his fourth cup of watery tea and wondering whether he should pawn his old Nikon camera. Once, he had been the man behind front-page scoops, the journalist who broke the stories others were too scared to touch. Now he chased cheating husbands through dimly lit…