 The Varanasi ResonanceDr. Elara Veda, a brilliant but deeply sceptical sound therapist, arrives in Varanasi to map the ancient city’s chaotic sonic landscape. She believes in data, not ghosts—a conviction forged from her mother’s descent into madness. But when her recordings capture an impossible infrasound frequency, one that triggers visceral, shared visions of the past, her rigid world shatters. |  Ten Rupees to NetraniTEN GUESTS. ONE BILLIONAIRE. AN ISLAND WITH NO ESCAPE.
A COUNTDOWN TO RETRIBUTION HAS BEGUN. |  Cover Image - The Mimicry Market_expandedIN A WORLD OF PERFECT LIES, THE TRUTH IS THE DEADLIEST ALGORITHM.
Bengaluru, November 2025. The Silicon Valley of India shimmers with promise, a landscape of glass towers and limitless ambition. But beneath the gleaming surface, a ghost has been unleashed. |  The Great Indian WeddingStories for the upwardly mobile, spiralling downward.
This isn't a Bollywood romance. No one runs through a mustard field unless it’s for an Instagram sponsorship. This is a collection of biting, hilarious tales about the glorious dumpster fire of modern Indian aspiration. A masterclass in indigenous satire. It’s painfully relatable, distressingly accurate, and the funniest reality check you’ll get this year. |  The Executive's Last WarningMumbai's gleaming corporate towers hide ruthless ambition and darkest secrets. Rishabh Khanna, an unstoppable force in the world of finance, built his empire on manipulation, blackmail, and the ruination of anyone in his path. So, when his body is discovered in his meticulously maintained 17th-floor office, bludgeoned to death, the list of suspects is as long as Rishabh's list of enemies.
Inspector Madhuri Chindarkar is faced with a confounding case. |
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 The Memory WarsIn a city of twenty million stories, his mind remembers them all.
Vedansh Raina remembers everything. Not as facts, but as lived experiences. The scent of spices in a 1920s market, the chant of a 17th-century priest, the terror of a forgotten plague—for Ved, the past is a ghost limb, constantly vying for his attention. This gift of Chronesthesia has made him a mnemonist champion, but it has also made him a target.
A secret war raging in the shadows of time. |  Threads of RealityIn the ancient heart of India, where myth and modernity inter-twine, inexplicable events cast long, disquieting shadows. A man is found drowned in his perfectly sealed, bone-dry Mumbai apart-ment. An alleged killer's alibi is ironclad, placing him 200 miles away from a brutal murder, yet the evidence points only to him. A reclusive billionaire's silent desert retreat becomes a tomb of serene, perfectly preserved bodies. And more... |  The Ayodhya ResonanceAcross Epochs, A Goddess's Secret, A Temple's Truce.
The dust of Ayodhya holds more than just history; it hums with forgotten secrets.
When Dr. Anya Sharma, a brilliant architectural historian driven by an inexplicable ancestral pull, unearths a cryptic ancient plaque from the new Ram Janmabhoomi temple site, she dismisses it as a mere artifact. Until its unique lotus motif unnervingly mirrors her grandmother’s cherished pendant, sparking whispers of a cosmic prophecy. |  The Architect of Aamchi MumbaiWHAT IF ONE MAN COULD SAVE A CITY ON THE BRINK?
Mumbai, 2025. A city of dreams, drowning in a nightmare of its own making. The financial capital of a rising India is choked by corruption, crippled by crumbling infrastructure, and suffocating under the weight of its own chaotic energy. For millions of Mumbaikars, the dream is dead, replaced by the daily grind of survival.
Into this chaos steps Aarav Marathe, a middle-class bureaucrat with an unwavering moral compass and a secret, burning ambition |  Election Jugaad: One Man, One Vote BankBaklolpur has 42 potholes, 14 hand pumps, and exactly one Guddu.
A school dropout with the charm of a street magician and the ambition of a Bollywood villain, Guddu never thought he’d run for office—until a failed job interview, a borrowed goat, and an accidental speech launched him into the wildest election campaign Bihar has ever seen.
In a land where promises come cheaper than Parle-G biscuits and manifestos change faster than mobile data packs, Guddu’s campaign is fueled by jugaad— |
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