• Crime - English - Suspense

    The House on Hazratganj

    August 30, 2025 - By 

    Mohit Gupta 1 The rain had been relentless that night in Lucknow, turning the streets of Hazratganj into glistening rivers of neon reflections. The abandoned colonial mansion stood at the edge of the bustling market, a towering relic of British architecture swallowed in shadows, its façade cracked and weather-beaten, windows like hollow eyes staring into the storm. For years, the house had been whispered about in tea stalls and alleyway conversations—said to be cursed, a place where footsteps echoed in the dead of night though no one lived there, where whispers curled around like smoke in the dark. But on…

  • Crime - English

    The Goa Beach Murders

    August 20, 2025 - By 

    Pinaki Verma 1 The Goan sun dipped low into the Arabian Sea, painting the horizon with fiery streaks of orange and crimson as Anjuna beach slowly came alive with tourists gathering for the evening. Arjun Sen leaned back on the creaking wooden chair outside his shack, the smell of charred prawns and kingfish mixing with the salty air. Once, he had carried a badge, a gun, and the weight of justice on his shoulders; now he carried trays of seafood and glasses of feni to strangers. To most, he was just another shack owner—dark glasses hiding tired eyes, hair flecked…

  • Crime - English

    The Algorithm of Blood

    August 2, 2025 - By 

    Animesh Goshal 1 Rain tapped against the glass façade of the luxury high-rise in Salt Lake Sector V like a nervous code, rhythmic and unrelenting. The building, all chrome and precision, belonged to the future—monitored by Kolkata’s flagship surveillance system, DRISHTI, with retinal scans at the entrance and predictive movement sensors embedded in the hallway walls. But on the twenty-third floor, inside apartment 23-B, silence reigned. The air-conditioning hummed softly as a pool of blood soaked into a pale grey rug beneath a woman’s head. Her body was untouched, her limbs arranged unnaturally straight, but her right eye socket was…

  • English - Suspense

    Zero Hour at Shyamal Ghat

    July 27, 2025 - By 

    Achinta Guha 1 The last stretch of the journey into Shyamal Ghat was unnervingly silent. Rik Sen leaned forward in the jeep, squinting through the cracked windshield at the red dust road that seemed to curve endlessly between patches of dying sal trees and bamboo groves. The BSF checkpoint he had passed thirty minutes ago had been completely unmanned, its boom barrier half-lowered and swinging loosely in the wind. Even the guard dogs, usually the first to bark at a stranger, were absent. Overhead, a low grey sky hung like a lid, pressing down on the earth with a stagnant…

  • English - Suspense

    The Marble Lion of Bhowanipore

    July 26, 2025 - By 

    Shyamal Roy 1 The monsoon evening wrapped Bhowanipore in a damp silence, the kind that made the air feel heavy with memory. Trisha Dutta stood alone in her grandmother’s crumbling study, the scent of old paper and camphor oil curling into her nostrils. Dust motes floated like silent watchers in the fading light as she lifted the marble lion from the bookshelf, more out of habit than intention. Its weight surprised her—denser than it looked, colder too. Beneath it, tucked neatly in a groove in the wood, was a yellowed envelope sealed with wax that had long since cracked. Her…

  • Crime - English

    The Last Stop at Churchgate

    July 23, 2025 - By 

    Mithilesh Sharma 1 The last train of the day hissed into Churchgate station like a tired animal, exhaling its mechanical breath into the near-empty platform. The digital clock above flickered—11:17 PM. A young woman in a pale blue kurti stepped off the 10:45 PM Borivali fast local, clutching her jute bag close. Nikita Majumdar. Her phone buzzed once in her pocket, but she didn’t check it. The cameras caught her image in three places—exiting the ladies’ compartment, walking past the stationery kiosk, then disappearing behind the pillar near the service stairwell. After that, nothing. The next time anyone saw her,…

  • Crime - English

    Mirror of Shadow

    July 22, 2025 - By 

    Sujan Ganguly 1 The rain had just begun to tap lightly against the wrought-iron balconies of Ballygunge’s aging colonial mansions when Ayesha Dutta was last seen. It was a quiet Wednesday afternoon in late July, and the streets of the upscale South Kolkata neighborhood glistened with monsoon stillness. Ayesha, seventeen and self-possessed beyond her years, had told her mother she was going to visit a friend to discuss a school literary project. Instead, she walked into the ivy-covered gates of Ananda Apartments — a five-story heritage building, once home to freedom fighters and now to retired bureaucrats, eccentric artists, and…

  • Crime - English

    The Midnight Caller

    July 18, 2025 - By 

    Kunal Sinha 1 It was a humid, sticky evening in Kolkata when Maya Sengupta first noticed something was amiss. The streets outside her apartment were bathed in the warm golden light of the streetlamps, but the stillness of the night felt heavy, almost suffocating. The only sounds that punctuated the silence were the occasional honk of distant cars and the rustling of the trees swaying under the breeze. Maya had just finished her work for the day and was sipping on a hot cup of tea when her phone rang. The sudden noise startled her. It was late — too…

  • Crime - English

    The Haunting of Kolkata

    July 17, 2025 - By 

    Animesh Tarafder 1 The sun had barely begun to set, casting a soft golden glow over the winding streets of Kolkata, when Dr. Neelav Gupta received the call that would pull him back into a past he had long buried. A murder—gruesome, ritualistic—had occurred in the heart of the city. As a renowned criminal psychologist, Neelav was often called in for such cases, but there was something unsettling about this one. The victim, an elderly woman, had been found posed in an unnatural way, her body frozen in a grotesque contortion. Strange symbols, like the markings of a forgotten language,…

  • English - Horror

    Chalk Outline

    July 16, 2025 - By 

    Nikita Kaul 1 The first time Tanvi Mehra heard about the chalk outline was during her third day at St. Augustine’s Residential Academy for Girls. It was whispered between two girls in the library, their voices low but their eyes flickering with unmistakable fear. The words “outline,” “disappears,” and “Ragini” caught Tanvi’s attention like hooks in water. She leaned further behind the old geography shelf, heart thudding—not from belief, but curiosity. She had transferred here from Delhi after a messy school suspension and an even messier stepfather situation. Her mother called this place a “fresh start.” Tanvi called it a…