• 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…

  • 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…

  • Crime - English

    Shadows of Alipore Lane

    August 28, 2025 - By 

    Arvind Sen Episode 1: The Vanished Widow It was on a sultry September afternoon that I first heard of the case that would change the course of my modest career. The ceiling fan in my small office on College Street turned sluggishly, stirring the stale air, and I was almost dozing over a week-old newspaper when the phone rang. The voice on the other end was brittle, lined with suppressed panic, and unmistakably aristocratic. “Mr. Sen? This is Mrs. Chaudhuri of Alipore Lane. I need your help. My sister-in-law has disappeared. No one believes me, but something terrible has happened.”…

  • English - Horror

    The Midnight Game

    August 28, 2025 - By 

    Episode 1 – The Dare The night it began was not chosen for any omen or occasion; it was picked out of boredom. That was the most dangerous part. If the six of them had gathered in the old house because of belief, because of faith in the stories they had read online, perhaps there would have been a kind of reverence in their actions, a hesitation that might have saved them. But boredom—boredom never allows reverence. It breeds mockery, and mockery is exactly what the thing they called into that house was waiting for. The house itself was a…

  • Crime - English

    Shadows of Betrayal

    August 27, 2025 - By 

    Daniel Arora The Signal The rain fell over Berlin in needles of silver, slicing through the pale light of the streetlamps that lined Friedrichstrasse. Adrian Cole stood beneath the brim of his hat, collar pulled high, the cold seeping into his gloves as if the city were testing him. The hour was late—too late for pedestrians, too early for traders—and yet the radio in his pocket had whispered something that forced him out of his safe flat on Krausenstrasse. A signal. Shortwave. Three dots, two dashes, then silence. The kind of sound that could tear apart whole governments if interpreted…

  • English - Suspense

    The Silent Neighbor

    August 26, 2025 - By 

    Arjun Mehra I carried my boxes up the third-floor because the lift wheezed and stalled and there was nobody to complain to at nine at night. The landing bulb blinked, giving the corridor a feeling of breathing, and my new door, 3B, looked like a mouth that had forgotten how to smile. I wanted anonymity: an unremarkable building, a small deposit, closed doors until my thoughts stopped arguing with the past. The lock turned cleanly. The rooms smelled of old paint and last year’s rain, dull enough to feel like starting over. Across the landing stood 3A. Curtains drawn, a…

  • English - Horror

    Whispers of the Shyambazar House

    August 25, 2025 - By 

    Anirban Sen The tram rattled past Bagbazar and screeched towards Shyambazar, its iron wheels sparking against the stubborn tracks as dusk settled over North Kolkata. The air smelled of roasted peanuts, incense smoke, and an old kind of weariness that clung to the city’s bones. Ananya adjusted her satchel against her shoulder and stepped off at the crossing where five roads tangled together like restless veins. She had been summoned by the trustees of an old zamindari estate, tasked with sorting through a century’s worth of brittle manuscripts and letters that had been abandoned in the crumbling mansion known simply…

  • Crime - English

    The Art of Murder

    August 25, 2025 - By 

    Mira D’Silva Episode 1 – The Hidden Canvas Ananya Mehta had never entered Professor Hall’s office without permission before. The narrow corridor outside the Fine Arts Department was deserted that evening, the winter light drained from the sky, and the flickering tube light above made the varnished wooden door glow in a tired, sickly sheen. She stood with her hand on the brass knob, half-deciding whether to turn away, but curiosity had its own pull. Hall had sent her a hurried message to retrieve a folder from his desk, nothing more. He had sounded distracted, impatient even, as though every…

  • Hindi - क्राइम कहानियाँ

    खून का सौदा

    August 21, 2025 - By 

    राहुल देव मुंबई की बारिश अक्सर शहर को धो देती थी, पर उस रात की बारिश ने मानो अपराध की गंध को और गाढ़ा कर दिया था। लोअर परेल की एक संकरी गली में पीली बत्तियों के नीचे पानी चमक रहा था। उसी अंधेरे में एक आदमी दौड़ रहा था—काले रेनकोट में, हाथ में किसी पुराने अखबार में लिपटा पैकेट। पीछे से पुलिस सायरन की आवाजें गूंज रही थीं। वह आदमी हर मोड़ पर पीछे मुड़कर देख रहा था, जैसे कोई अदृश्य शिकारी उसका पीछा कर रहा हो। कुछ ही देर बाद वह एक जर्जर इमारत के भीतर घुसा। सीढ़ियों…