• Bangla - রহস্য গল্প

    অদৃশ্য ছায়া

    September 9, 2025 - By 

    অর্ণব দত্ত পর্ব ১ — রাতের সেতু হাওয়ায় গন্ধ ছিলো গরম লোহা আর নদীর শ্যাওলার। কলকাতার শহরতলির পুরনো লোহার সেতুটি রাত নামার পর যেন অন্য রকম হয়ে যায়—দিনে সে কত ব্যস্ত, ট্রাক, বাস, ভ্যানগাড়ি সব মিলিয়ে এক বিশৃঙ্খলা। অথচ গভীর রাতে, হঠাৎ করেই যেন সেতুর গায়ে সময় থেমে যায়। বাতাসে ভিজে ধাতব শব্দ বাজতে থাকে, দূরে নদীর স্রোত কালো তেলের মতো ঘন হয়ে বইতে থাকে, আর হাওয়ার ফাঁক দিয়ে মনে হয়, কারা যেন অদৃশ্য পায়ে সেতুর গায়ে হাঁটছে। অনিকেত দাঁড়িয়ে ছিলো সেতুর মাঝখানে। হাতে সিগারেট, চোখ নদীর দিকে। সে একজন সাংবাদিক, তিরিশ পেরিয়েছে, জীবন তাকে খুব একটা সহজ কিছু দেয়নি।…

  • Crime - English

    The Whispering Knife

    September 2, 2025 - By 

    Damien Arora Episode 1 – The First Cut The rain had begun an hour before midnight, a thin drizzle that turned the streets into black rivers of glass. In the corner of the old bazaar, where the neon of a dying sign stuttered over broken tiles, a man leaned against the wall as if sleep had claimed him standing. To the drunkards stumbling home from the late bar, he looked like just another lost figure in the city’s night. It was only when the streetlight caught the crimson pooling beneath his shoes that anyone realized he would never move again.…

  • Crime - English

    The Kolkata By-Lane Killer

    September 1, 2025 - By 

    1 The mist rolled in heavy that night over Shobhabazar, clinging to the crumbling walls of century-old houses and hanging like a curtain in the narrow lanes where time seemed frozen. It was here, in the heart of North Kolkata’s labyrinth, that the silence was broken by the shrill cry of a milk vendor who stumbled upon the body. Bimal “Banker” Ghosh, a man known in whispers as both a petty moneylender and a sly informant of his younger years, lay sprawled in the mud, his throat slit with chilling precision. The flickering glow of a dim streetlamp caught the…

  • English - Suspense

    NIGHT WITHOUT EXITS

    August 26, 2025 - By 

    Aarav Mehta At 02:17 a.m., my phone rang with the same number that had stopped calling me eight years ago, a ghost of ten digits branded into the inside of my skull, and by the second ring my ribs felt like a locked drawer someone was rummaging through; I swiped, whispered “hello,” and heard only the soft clicking of a line held slightly open, air carrying the distant hum of traffic and a faint three-note whistle that I recognized from a forgotten Kolkata monsoon when an informant named R—had told me you could train a bird to return home but…

  • 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…

  • English - Suspense

    The Crimson Guest

    August 25, 2025 - By 

    Eleanor Hayes The Arrival The rain had been falling over St. Aldwyn’s for two days without pause, a relentless curtain of silver that blurred the hedgerows and emptied the cobbled streets of its usual chatter. Nestled in the heart of the town was the Blackthorn Inn, a Tudor-fronted building whose dark beams sagged with age, whose windows glowed like watchful eyes in the storm. On that particular evening, a carriage stopped at its door—a rare sight, for few visitors chose to travel in such weather. From within stepped a tall man in a deep maroon coat, his boots striking sharp…

  • English - Suspense

    The Vanishing Sketch

    August 20, 2025 - By 

    Arjun Mehta Part 1 – The Disappearance The Delhi Metro was alive with its usual evening rush—voices overlapping, the metallic shriek of sliding doors, hurried footsteps pounding the tiled platforms. Inside the swaying compartments, the city pressed itself into tight spaces, strangers brushing shoulders, the air thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of rails. Rhea Kapoor moved through the crowd with practiced ease, her leather satchel slung diagonally across her body, her eyes hidden behind a pair of round glasses. At thirty-four, she was one of the country’s most fearless investigative journalists, but here…

  • Crime - English

    The Listener

    August 14, 2025 - By 

    Devraj Sinha Part 1 — The Echo in the Dark The gallery stood like a lone lantern in the sleeping street, its glass façade throwing pale squares of light onto wet cobblestones. Midnight rain had just stopped, leaving the air sharp with that metallic scent London kept after a downpour. Lena Brooks had been watching the place for an hour, hood drawn low, hands in her jacket pocket, the spray can warm against her palm. She’d chosen this night carefully. No security guard on the roster—she’d checked the rota online—and the CCTV camera above the side alley had been broken…

  • English - Suspense - Young Adult

    The Echo Between Seconds

    August 6, 2025 - By 

    Kael R. Nakamura The Man Who Didn’t Blink They say the moment you begin to lose time, the rest of you follows quietly. Elias Shin first noticed the distortion on a Thursday, when his breath no longer misted the mirror. It wasn’t a trick of light—he leaned closer, rubbed the glass, even switched rooms—but his reflection stared back unbothered, lips parting, chest rising, yet no fog, no condensation, no presence. Just a face suspended in permanence. He didn’t tell anyone. Not his father who still texted him riddles in Sanskrit, not his friend Jun who managed a Zen café near…

  • Bangla - রহস্য গল্প

    শেষের গন্ধ

    July 5, 2025 - By 

    অনিন্দ্য সেন ১ সকালটা অন্য দিনের মতোই ছিল—আলোর বন্যা ছড়িয়ে পড়ছে শেক্সপিয়র সরণির খোলা জানলা দিয়ে, পাখির ডানার শব্দ মিশে যাচ্ছে ঘড়ির টিকটিক শব্দে। কিন্তু অনির্বাণ বসুর নাকে সকালটা কেমন যেন অন্যরকম গন্ধ নিয়ে হাজির হয়েছিল। এই গন্ধটা সে এর আগে কখনও পায়নি। যেন বাদামি কাগজের ভাঁজে পুরনো অভিমানের মত গন্ধ, যেন এক মৃত নারীর ঠোঁটে লেগে থাকা শেষ হাসির ছায়া। অনির্বাণ, পেশায় এক ‘নোজ’—অর্থাৎ পেশাদার ঘ্রাণবিশেষজ্ঞ। বিদেশ থেকে স্নাতক করে ফিরে এসে গত পাঁচ বছর ধরে সে কলকাতার সবচেয়ে অভিজাত পারফিউম ব্র্যান্ড ‘সুরভি’তে কাজ করে। তার কাজ নতুন সুগন্ধের সন্ধান, নতুন ঘ্রাণের সংমিশ্রণ তৈরি করা, যেগুলো মানুষ পরে গায়ে…