Marine Drive never sleeps, but that night, it fell silent. A black BMW X7 stood by the promenade, door ajar, rain pouring like judgment from the heavens. The corpse of Vinod Pawar, Aditya Khanna’s driver, slumped in the front seat with a bullet lodged in his temple. Rain blurred the blood but couldn’t wash awayContinue reading “The Second Crime”
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The Hitman
It was late afternoon in Mumbai. The sky over Marine Drive simmered with gold and grime—bright enough for comfort, hazy enough for clarity. A man sat on an old concrete bench near the rocks, the sea whispering secrets behind him. His jacket was too thick for April, but it hid the silenced automatic tucked neatly underContinue reading “The Hitman”
Your Life
A slight drizzle fell over Kolkata, casting the city in a humid haze as Sudeep walked past the narrow alleyways of College Street. Bookstores lined the street like forgotten relics of an older time, their wooden shelves brimming with worn-out novels, some stacked on the pavement for display. On days like this, when the burdenContinue reading “Your Life”
Payback
The car just wouldn’t start. It was the dead of the night, in the middle of a deserted highway. All that was required to complete the cliche was a broken down car. And they had it. They both looked at each other in disbelief. “Surely this cannot be happening” he said, in a tone thatContinue reading “Payback”
The Rainbow Murder (V.I.B.G.Y.O.R.)
The stage was set for a grand reunion. The seven of them were last together in one room during their college days. And would be so today after 27 years. A few of them had kept in touch with each other but most had scattered away and gotten busy with their own lives. It wasContinue reading “The Rainbow Murder (V.I.B.G.Y.O.R.)”
The Bustling Streets
“Husbands are always the usual suspects, you know. And I have statistics on my side too. And I love statistics you know”. The detective winked at him as he said these words. His steely eyes piercing through him as he spoke. He looked down at the table of the room in which he had beenContinue reading “The Bustling Streets”
Seven Days
“The denominations need to be small. No large notes remember”, the gruff voice sounded even more menacing in its ice cold avatar. She heard it and it registered it in her brain. She knew she couldn’t afford to forget this one. She came home and looked at her husband. He was busy on his laptopContinue reading “Seven Days”
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