• Bangla - রহস্য গল্প

    অদৃশ্য দরজা

    দেবদীপ মুখার্জী পুরনো ভাড়াবাড়ি শহরের প্রান্তে, যেখানে নতুন উঁচু ফ্ল্যাটের দালান এখনও পুরোপুরি গজিয়ে ওঠেনি, সেখানেই একপাশে দাঁড়িয়ে আছে ভাঙাচোরা, শ্যাওলা-ঢাকা একটি ভাড়াবাড়ি। বাইরে থেকে দেখলেই মনে হয় বহুদিন কেউ থাকেনি। কিন্তু আসলে সেটা ভাড়ার জন্যই রাখা হয়েছে—সস্তা ভাড়া, সামান্য মেরামতির খরচে কেউ যদি সাহস করে থাকতে রাজি হয়। রুদ্র, সদ্য কলেজ শেষ করে সাংবাদিকতার চাকরিতে ঢোকা এক তরুণ, তার অফিসের কাছে একটা থাকার জায়গা চাইছিল। শহরের ভেতরে ভাড়া সামলানো সম্ভব হচ্ছিল না। ঠিক তখনই এক প্রপার্টি ডিলারের মাধ্যমে এই বাড়ির খোঁজ পায়। বাড়িটা দেখতে এসে প্রথমেই বুক কেঁপে উঠেছিল—কালচে দেওয়াল, কাঠের জানালায় ফাটল, ছাদের কোণে বাদুড় ঝুলে আছে। কিন্তু…

  • Bangla - ভূতের গল্প

    গহন বন আর বাঁশির ডাক

    তনয়া সেন বিকেলের শেষ আলোয় যখন সূর্য পাহাড়ের গায়ে ধূসর হয়ে গলে আসছিল, তখনই অরণ্যের বাস এসে পৌঁছল ছোট্ট গ্রামটায়। বাস বলতে আসলে একটা পুরোনো মিনিবাস, জানালার কাচ ঝাপসা, সিটের চামড়ায় ফাটল। গাঁয়ের নাম রাধাপুর—এমন নাম মানচিত্রে খুঁজলেও পাওয়া মুশকিল। তবু অরণ্যের মতো ফটোগ্রাফারের কাছে এই জায়গার টান ছিল অন্যরকম। শহরের কোলাহল, নামজাদা প্রকল্প, নামী রিসর্ট নয়—বরং অচেনা, অনাবিষ্কৃত জায়গার মধ্যে লুকোনো প্রকৃতির ছবি তুলতে তার সবচেয়ে ভালো লাগে। অরণ্যের কাঁধে ঝোলানো ব্যাগটা ভারী, ভিতরে ক্যামেরা, লেন্স, ত্রিপড আর কিছু নোটবুক। বাসস্ট্যান্ডে নেমে চারপাশে তাকাতেই সে বুঝল, এই গ্রাম যেন সময়ের বাইরে দাঁড়িয়ে আছে। কাঁচা রাস্তা, খড়ের চালের ঘর, বাচ্চাদের…

  • English - Horror

    The Red Clay

    Aanya Roy   Part 1: Arrival in Chandrapur The monsoon had begun its slow, deliberate siege over Bankura, draping the laterite hills in a persistent, misty gray. Every hill and hollow seemed to hold a secret, every forested path whispered with wind and rain. Arjun Sen’s jeep rolled over the slick red clay road, tires squelching in protest, as he left the asphalt of the district town behind and entered the forgotten spine of Chandrapur. The village appeared as if it had emerged from another century—terracotta temples leaning in tired dignity, mud walls patched with moss, and narrow lanes where…

  • Crime - English - Suspense

    Crimson Monsoon

    Ayan Mehta 1 The rains had not stopped for three days, and in the heart of Kochi’s old port area, the swollen waters had turned every lane into a stream. On the fourth morning, as the sky remained heavy with dark monsoon clouds, police were called to a derelict warehouse by the shore. Inside, half-submerged in knee-deep water, floated the body of a middle-aged man. His face was bloated, his shirt clung to his chest, and his trousers bore muddy stains. A faint smell of oil and damp wood filled the air, mixing with the pungent odour of decay beginning…

  • English - Suspense

    The Last Breath of Kalimpong

    Aaryan Kaul Arrival in Mist The taxi wheezed up the winding hills like an asthmatic animal. Rain lashed against the glass. Ayesha Dhar sat in the backseat, her suitcase pressing against her knees, and stared out at the town rising through the fog. Kalimpong looked like it had never heard of sunlight. The trees bled mist. The road disappeared behind every bend. And everything smelled faintly of moss, burnt rubber, and regret. She hadn’t spoken much since leaving Siliguri. The driver didn’t press. He was like most people in the hills — weather-beaten, wary, and not particularly fond of questions.…

  • Crime - English

    The Haunting of Kolkata

    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 - Suspense

    The Illusion of Devanand

    Pratap MIshra 1 Arjun Desai stepped off the sleek black car and onto the dew-covered ground of the luxury resort, nestled in the misty hills of Mussoorie. The crisp mountain air filled his lungs, fresh and raw, as the early morning fog wrapped around the colonial-style buildings like a secret waiting to be uncovered. It was the perfect retreat, or at least, that’s what his manager had promised. After the public scandal—the rumors, the tabloid frenzy, the endless online mockery—Arjun needed peace. He needed to be far away from the chaos of Mumbai and its relentless pressure. The resort was…

  • Crime - English - Suspense

    The Monsoon Murders

    Swati Trivedi 1 The monsoon season had arrived in Shillong with an intensity that was both beautiful and foreboding. The clouds rolled over the hills like dark, heavy blankets, casting a shroud of mist that clung to everything. The town, famous for its relentless rains, seemed to hold its breath as the first wave of the downpour washed over the region. A body was found in one of the remote villages on the outskirts of the city, nestled deep in the mountains where few dared to go. Local authorities initially thought it was a landslide victim, a common occurrence during…

  • English - Suspense

    The Whispering Walls of Park Street

    Arpita Roy Chapter 1:  Shreya Sengupta had always been a woman in motion, but now, after years of relentless hustle in Mumbai, she sought peace. The city had been exciting, demanding, and exhausting all at once, but the weight of it had worn her down. So, when the opportunity to move back to Kolkata presented itself, she seized it without a second thought. Her roots, her family, and the quieter rhythms of her childhood beckoned. She’d missed the sounds of the Howrah Bridge, the scent of street food wafting through narrow lanes, and the rhythm of the monsoon rains. Kolkata,…

  • English - Suspense

    The Secret of Kumbhalgarh

    Vikram Rathore Part 1: The Inheritance The sun was beginning to set behind the rugged peaks of the Aravalli Range, casting long shadows over the winding roads that led to Kumbhalgarh Fort. Anirudh Deshmukh, a young archaeologist from Delhi, gazed out the window of his car as it meandered through the narrow, serpentine paths that led him to the fort. He had heard much about the place—the towering walls, the haunting beauty of the fort, and the endless stories of its troubled past. But he never imagined that it would be his own inheritance that would bring him here. It…