• English - Science Fiction

    The Memory Archive

    September 16, 2025 - By 

    Neel Madhav Rao Chapter 1 – The Echo of Forgotten Names The city of New Delhi no longer breathed in silence. It hummed and pulsed like a living circuit board, streets strung with cables of light, towers crowned with translucent domes where advertisements and memory-feeds shimmered day and night. From Connaught Place to Dwarka, holographic billboards rippled against the heat-hazed sky, whispering promises to the millions who walked the streets below: Upload today. Secure tomorrow. Become more than flesh. Dr. Elara Vaughn had stopped listening to those voices long ago. She had seen too many patients who came clutching their…

  • English - Suspense

    The Last Lantern of Buxa

    September 16, 2025 - By 

    Rishabh Sen Gupta Episode 1: The Vanished Trekkers The forest had been restless that week, or so the villagers of Rajabhatkhawa said, though none of them would put it into words when Kavya Dutta asked, notebook in hand, recorder tucked away in her bag. They shook their heads, muttered something about elephants straying too close, or fog that refused to lift, or roads washed out by sudden rains, but no one mentioned the three trekkers who had vanished two weeks ago on their way to Buxa Fort. The police had filed their usual report, search parties had trampled through the…

  • 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।…

  • English - Science Fiction

    The Last Memory Vault

    September 9, 2025 - By 

    Arjun Devran Episode 1: The Price of Happiness They called it a gala because the word auction had acquired a bitter aftertaste. The broadcast opened on velvet—digital, of course—spilling across a stage whose edge glowed with the phosphor-blue logo of the Vault. A presenter in a silver suit moved like a dart of light from one podium to the next. Behind him: columns of data cascading in ribbons, small squares of people’s faces suspended in pastel halos. Above all of it, the city’s night leaned against glass, and rain threaded itself down the sides of towers as if it were…

  • 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.…

  • English - Suspense

    The Indigo Map

    August 27, 2025 - By 

    Ananya Dutta The Letter That Wouldn’t Fade The parcel arrived the way August rain arrives in Kolkata—suddenly, without apology. Brown paper had drunk a little water and dried into puckers; a twine knot sat like a small clenched fist in the middle. The return handwriting was unmistakable: forward-leaning letters, each one as if braced for a sprint. Mira Dutta had buried her grandfather two months ago, and yet here he was again, tapping her shoulder from the past. She slit the paper with a steel ruler and lifted out a flat wooden folder polished by long use. A note lay…

  • English - Suspense

    Shadows Over the Strait

    August 21, 2025 - By 

    Aarav Knight The Forgotten Map The ocean has its own language, a shifting alphabet of waves and whispers that few can read. Daniel Rourke had spent five years staring at satellite screens, translating that secret script into data points for his employers in London, yet nothing in his training prepared him for what flickered across his monitor on a warm October night. The feed came from an aging satellite repositioned over the Gulf of Aden, a trade route he had studied a hundred times before, but tonight the images were different. Grainy silhouettes of three fast-moving skiffs traced dark streaks…

  • English - Suspense

    The Vanishing Ledger

    August 21, 2025 - By 

    Arjun Malhotra  The Broken Lock The house stood at the far end of Chitpur Road like a stubborn relic, refusing to collapse even as the rest of north Kolkata modernized and decayed in equal measure. Its high arched windows were shattered, its stucco walls streaked with moss, and weeds sprouted in wild abandon from the cracks in its courtyard. The demolition crew had arrived at dawn with their rust-colored machines, but Rohan had been there before them, notebook in hand, his camera dangling from his neck, watching as the first hammer struck the gates of the house. Freelance assignments were…

  • Bangla - রহস্য গল্প

    অদৃশ্য ছায়া

    August 21, 2025 - By 

    অরিন্দম মুখোপাধ্যায় পর্ব ১ – অদ্ভুত চিঠি শহরের ভেতরে এমন সব গলি আছে যেগুলোতে সূর্যের আলো পৌঁছতে চায় না, আর চাইলেও পৌঁছতে পারে না। পুরনো ইমারত, একটার গায়ে আরেকটা ঠেসে দাঁড়িয়ে আছে, জানলার গ্রিলগুলো মরচে পড়ে ক্ষয়ে গেছে, ভাঙা তার ঝুলে আছে রাস্তায়। সেই অন্ধকার গলির মধ্যে দাঁড়িয়ে আছে একটা বিশাল বারো তলা বাড়ি, যেটাকে আশপাশের মানুষ শুধু “ছায়ার বাড়ি” বলে ডাকে। কারণ এই বাড়ির জানলাগুলোতে গত দশ বছর ধরে কোনো আলো জ্বলে উঠতে দেখা যায়নি। তবুও মাঝেমাঝে অনেকে বলে থাকে, রাত বারোটার পর ওই বাড়ির ছাদে নাকি একটা অস্পষ্ট ছায়া দেখা যায়, কিন্তু কাছে গিয়ে কিছু বোঝা যায় না।…

  • Crime - English - Suspense

    Ganges Murders

    August 21, 2025 - By 

    Sudarshan Tripathi 1 The first light of dawn spread over Varanasi, turning the Ganges into a molten ribbon of gold and crimson. Dashashwamedh Ghat was just waking—priests arranging lamps for the day’s rituals, pilgrims dipping themselves into the sacred waters, and vendors setting up their stalls along the steps. The city breathed a timeless rhythm, as if each sunrise repeated the same prayer uttered for thousands of years. But on this particular morning, the serenity of the river was broken by a shrill cry from a boatman. His small wooden boat bobbed unevenly as he leaned over the edge, staring…