• English - Romance

    When the Night Spoke Our Names

    Elena Das Episode 1 — The First Glance The resort stood at the edge of the sea like a secret, white walls catching the late afternoon sun, palm trees bending as if whispering to the tide. Rhea adjusted her dupatta over her navy-blue kurta as she stepped out of the shuttle van, her colleagues already scattering toward the reception desk with the restless excitement of a three-day corporate retreat. She wasn’t sure what she felt—perhaps weariness from the long drive from Mumbai, perhaps a dull ache of detachment she had carried for years in her marriage to Kabir, who hadn’t…

  • English - Romance

    Unspoken Rooms

    Elena Roy Episode 1 – The First Glance The rain had come down hard in the afternoon and left Park Street glistening like a polished mirror under the late sun. Rhea walked quickly, her sandals tapping against the damp pavement, the faint scent of wet earth and fried snacks from roadside stalls curling into the air. She had not planned to stop anywhere, but as she passed the corner café with its green awning dripping with raindrops, she slowed. She had been there a handful of times in her college years, when life was simpler and her evenings less scripted…

  • Bangla - প্রেমের গল্প

    বৃষ্টির পরে ছাদে

    রুদ্রাণী বসু পর্ব ১: মেঘলা সোমবার কলকাতার আকাশটা সেদিন মুঠোফোনের নোটিফিকেশন সেন্টারের মতো ছিল—একটার পর একটা ধূসর মেঘ, আর ভিজে যাওয়া নীলের উপর এলোমেলো সাদা বার্তা। অফিসের পরে গ্যালারিতে ছোট্ট এক প্রদর্শনী ছিল। বিজ্ঞাপনের কাজে যেসব তরুণ ছবি তোলে, তাদের মধ্যে সেরা দশটা ফ্রেম ঝুলেছিল দেওয়ালে। মাধুরী সেখানে দাঁড়িয়ে এক ফ্রেমে চোখ আটকে রাখল—পুরনো ট্রামের জানালার ধারে বসে থাকা এক তরুণী, হাতে কুয়াশিতে ভেজা বই। ছবির নাম ছিল, ‘মাঝরাস্তায়’। কেন জানি না, শিরোনামটা পড়তেই গলার কাছে টান লেগে গেল। মাঝরাস্তায় থাকা কি কেবল শহরের ট্রাফিকের কথা বলে, নাকি একজন মানুষ যখন দুই সিদ্ধান্তের মধ্যে দাঁড়িয়ে থাকে—সেই গোপন অনিশ্চয়তাও এর মধ্যেই…

  • Crime - English

    The Midnight Autopsy

    Shanaya Rao 1 The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, casting an antiseptic glare over the chilled walls of the AIIMS mortuary. The smell of formaldehyde clung to every surface, a scent Dr. Ira Bhaskar had long since stopped noticing. It was nearing midnight, and the corridors were mostly deserted, save for the hum of distant refrigeration units and the soft thud of her footsteps echoing in the tiled corridor. Inside Autopsy Chamber 4, a body lay under a white sheet — Case #N-4521, a twenty-two-year-old woman named Niharika Sharma, found murdered in a park near South Delhi. The case had…

  • English - Suspense

    The Last Move

    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…