• English - Suspense

    The Rosenthal Secret

    July 8, 2025 - By 

    Om Jindal Part 1 – The Transfer Order Ooty, 1895. The train hissed as it wound up the Nilgiri mountains, its wheels screeching around narrow curves, as though the very hills resisted intrusion. From his open window, Devendra Nath Rai watched thick clouds drape over eucalyptus trees and tea plantations like a shroud. The air had a peculiar chill—unlike the searing plains of Madras Presidency, where he’d spent most of his career. He was thirty-two, a quiet man with neat handwriting and a taste for facts. The British admired him for his efficiency; Indians called him “Sarkari Sahib” behind his…

  • Crime - English

    Raktarekha

    July 8, 2025 - By 

    Niharika S. Rao The Lok Sabha was unusually loud for a Tuesday. It was Budget Week, and the chamber buzzed with tension as news channels lined up outside, their OB vans broadcasting red-tickered hysteria. Inside, Home Minister Veer Pratap Singh stood tall in a beige Nehru jacket, sleeves rolled to the elbows like a man ready for war. His voice thundered across the hall, echoing with the force of someone who had weathered revolutions and riots. “And let it be known,” he declared, slamming his hand on the podium, “this government will never bow to blackmail. The truth will be…

  • English - Suspense

    The Return to Dhanakpur

    July 2, 2025 - By 

    Arvind Ray Chapter 1: The Hit-and-Run Vikram Jadhav had never imagined his life would change because of a late-night accident, especially not in Mumbai, where chaos reigned at every corner. It was around midnight when he was returning from a meeting with investors. The street was dimly lit, with rainwater shimmering in the orange glow of the street lamps. The city was unusually quiet for a Friday night. Vikram’s car rolled smoothly over the wet asphalt as he thought about the potential success of his tech startup, when suddenly, a blur of motion caught his eye. He slammed on the…

  • English - Suspense

    The Whispering Walls

    June 28, 2025 - By 

    Nina V. D’Souza Part 1 The letter arrived on a Monday, folded neatly in an ivory envelope sealed with red wax. There was no return address, only Aria Langford’s name written in elegant cursive on the front. She stared at it for a long minute before tearing it open, curious but cautious. The apartment was quiet—too quiet—save for the hum of her old refrigerator and the distant sound of sirens in the city below. As a freelance historian and part-time archivist, Aria was used to strange documents landing in her hands. But this one was different. The letter inside was…

  • Crime - English

    he Deepest Link

    June 27, 2025 - By 

    Aritra Basu No one really knows when the nightmares began. Maybe it was the night Rehan clicked the link. Just a glowing green phrase in a forum full of digital shadows: “The Deepest Link – Do You Dare?” Most would scroll past, but Rehan was no most. Nineteen years old, brilliant with code and reckless with curiosity, he had spent the past few months exploring the surface and submerged layers of the internet. The dark web was his newest obsession. Not for drugs or weapons or conspiracy forums—but for secrets. He didn’t want to buy; he wanted to know. He…

  • Assamese

    অদৃশ্য ধ্বনি

    June 24, 2025 - By 

    অরিন্দম গগৈ প্ৰথম পৰ্ব: হেমন্তৰ সন্ধিয়াত তেজপুৰ শহৰৰ উত্তৰ প্ৰান্তত এটা পুৰণি, অলপ অদ্ভুত ধৰণৰ ঘৰ আছিল—লোকৰ ভাষাত যিটোক “কোলাঘাট বঙলা” বুলি কোৱা হৈছিল। বহুবছৰ ধৰি বন্ধ হৈ থকা এই ঘৰটোলৈ কোনো মানুহ অহা-যোৱা নকৰিলেও, প্ৰতি সন্ধিয়া ঘৰৰ ভিতৰৰ পৰা এবিধ অজান ধ্বনি ওলোৱা বুলি কোৱা হৈছিল। কেতিয়াবা সুৰেলা, কেতিয়াবা হঠাৎ থমকি যোৱা চিঞৰৰ দৰে। ক’ৰ পৰা আহে, কিয় আহে—কোনেও ক’ব নোৱাৰে। অষ্টম-অৱকাশৰ ছাত্ৰ হিৰন্ময় দত্তৰ বাবে এইবোৰ কথা সঁচাকৈয়ে ৰহস্যজনক আছিল। বিজ্ঞানত সদায় আগ্ৰহী, হিৰন্ময়ে মানে মানে ঠিক কৰিছিল—এই “অদৃশ্য ধ্বনি”ৰ উৎস বিচাৰি ওলাই যাবই। তাইৰ ডায়েৰীত লিখিছিল, “যদি অন্ধকাৰ ভয়ংকৰ হয়, তেন্তে সত্যৰ আলেয়ে তাক ভেদ কৰিবই পাৰে।”…

  • Hindi - क्राइम कहानियाँ

    रेड लिपस्टिक और एक राज़

    June 24, 2025 - By 

    श्रुति चौहान भाग 1: चेहरा जो पहचाना सा था “नेहा, अगला क्लाइंट आया है,” रिया की असिस्टेंट ने धीरे से कहा। नेहा माथे पर हल्की लटों को पीछे सरकाते हुए ब्रश को मेज पर रखा। बड़ी स्क्रीन पर चेहरा फोकस करते-করते वो थक चुकी थी, लेकिन हर दिन की तरह, आज भी मेकअप उसका ध्यान बँटा देता था। वो चेहरे पढ़ सकती थी—रंग, बनावट, और सबसे अहम—उनमें छुपे भाव। “नाम?” नेहा ने पूछा। “सिया,” असिस्टेंट बोली। नाम सुनते ही उसके हाथ की मसल हल्का सा कांप गई। उसने अनदेखा किया। सिया—कितना आम सा नाम है। लेकिन क्या हर आम नाम…

  • English - Non- Fiction

    The Final Objection

    June 22, 2025 - By 

    Neelesh Arora Part 1: The Widow in Red The rain had begun at dusk, steady and indifferent, as if the city hadn’t just lost one of its most powerful women. Meher Singh lay sprawled across her marble floor, the crimson pooling around her head like a rose wilting in reverse. Her silk robe, the color of old rubies, glistened under the dim lights of her Walkeshwar apartment. The cordless landline still hung off the hook, mid-call to someone who’d never answered. Detective Inspector Jayant Rawte had seen worse in his years with the Mumbai Homicide Bureau, but something about this…

  • Hindi - फिक्शन कहानी

    धुंध में सिंहासन

    June 21, 2025 - By 

    अनिरुद्ध तिवारी भाग १: खामोशी की हलचल धरणपुर की सुबहें शांत होती थीं—कम से कम बाहर से देखने पर। लेकिन जो लोग सत्ता के गलियारों में रहते थे, उन्हें मालूम था कि यहां की चुप्पी अक्सर किसी तूफान से पहले की खामोशी होती है। चुनाव छह महीने दूर थे, पर मुख्यमंत्री सुरेश राजे का चेहरा जैसे पहले ही हार मान चुका था। काले घेरे उनकी आंखों के नीचे गहराते जा रहे थे और पार्टी के भीतर बगावत की आवाज़ें तेज़ होने लगी थीं। इसी बीच धरणपुर के जिला कलेक्टर राघव त्रिपाठी को एक गुप्त चिट्ठी मिली। सफेद लिफाफा, बिना किसी…

  • English - Fiction

    THE RED CORRIDOR

    June 20, 2025 - By 

    Mohit Bansal The Death in Dhaulpur The bullet tore through the morning stillness like a scream no one wanted to hear. It was just past 8 a.m. in Dhaulpur, a dusty town carved out of the political belly of eastern Uttar Pradesh. Outside the town hall, Ramveer Bharti was standing atop a makeshift podium, his kurta slightly wrinkled, voice echoing over loudspeakers that had seen too many rallies. A crowd had gathered—farmers in faded dhotis, students with angry eyes, a few women clutching cloth bags, and some just there for the free tea. But they listened. Because when Ramveer spoke,…