• 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.”…

  • 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

    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…

  • 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

    The Last Call from Jatinga

    August 26, 2025 - By 

    Mridul Sharma Chapter 1: Arrival in Jatinga unfolds with an air of subtle unease, as Ranjit Barua makes his way into the mist-laden village nestled deep within the hills of Assam. From the moment he arrives, he senses the unusual stillness that hangs over the place, a quiet that seems almost unnatural. The village is small, with narrow winding lanes that vanish into dense forests, where thick fog curls around ancient trees like spectral fingers. Ranjit is there to report on the recent installation of 5G towers, a technological intrusion into a landscape steeped in mystery and superstition. Yet, as…

  • 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…

  • Bangla - কল্পবিজ্ঞান

    তারার ওপারে

    August 21, 2025 - By 

    অর্ণব দত্ত পর্ব ১: অপরিচিত সংকেত রাত তখন গভীর। সল্টলেকের গবেষণাগারের কাচঘেরা জানলার বাইরে দূরের হাইওয়ে আলো ঝলমল করছে। চারদিকে নির্জনতা, কেবলমাত্র মেশিনের নিরবচ্ছিন্ন গুঞ্জন আর মাঝে মাঝে হাওয়ার ফিসফিস শব্দ। ডঃ অদিতি মুখার্জি কম্পিউটার স্ক্রিনের দিকে তাকিয়ে বসেছিলেন, চোখে লালচে ক্লান্তি। কয়েক মাস ধরে যে পরীক্ষাটি চালাচ্ছেন, সেটি মূলত ছিল রেডিও ওয়েভ শনাক্তকরণ। পৃথিবীর বাইরে থেকে আসা যেকোনো সংকেত বিশ্লেষণ করা তাঁদের কাজ। সাধারণত ভাঙাচোরা তরঙ্গ ছাড়া আর কিছু পাওয়া যায় না। তবুও আজ রাতটা অন্যরকম লাগছিল। ঘড়িতে তখন ১টা ৪৫। হঠাৎ করে স্ক্রিনে দপদপ করে ওঠা এক অদ্ভুত প্যাটার্ন তাঁর দৃষ্টি আকর্ষণ করল। তরঙ্গগুলো যেন কোনো ছন্দে সাজানো,…