Thriller Fiction

Keshav has set up an investigation agency with his best friend, Saurabh. Can the two amateur detectives successfully solve another murder case that affects them personally? And where will it leave their friendship?

Hi, I'm Keshav, and my life is screwed. I hate my job and my girlfriend left me. Ah, the beautiful Zara. Zara is from Kashmir. She is a Muslim. And did I tell you my family is a bit, well, traditional? Anyway, leave that. Zara and I broke up four years ago. She moved on. I didn't. I drank every night to forget her, I called, I messaged, and stalked her on social media. She just ignored me. However, that night, on the eve of her birthday, Zara messaged me. She called me over, like old times, to her hostel room 105.

Aditi is a young girl who can charm her way into anyone's heart, but she prefers to stay alone. As an upcoming journalist, she decides to do a story on a haunted house. Little does she know that her life is about to change—forever! The photographer duo—Ratan and Ravi—are her team-mates for the project. But they cannot understand the mystery shrouding her persona, her sudden behavioral changes and the sharp personality differences in her. Are these just mixed signals, or is there someone else making her behave this way?

It's a blindingly hot summer. International visitors surge into Sydney's Darling Harbour. Two-year-old Tommy is sailing his toy boat in the park there with his mother Phoebe. Tommy vanishes into thin air. The following winter, taunting notes written as nursery rhymes begin arriving at his parents' home. Little Boy Blue, where did you go? Who led you away? Only I know.

Mussoorie, 1909. The ghastly murder of Margaret Maynard Liddell in a hotel room locked from the inside shocks the public. Its ripples reach Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Rudyard Kipling, who can only guess the identity of the killer but never prove it. Around sixty years later, a wealthy heiress is found similarly murdered in the queen of the hills. The needle of suspicion points to an old housekeeper, an estranged brother, an aloof husband, and a fraud godman and his acolyte, for each of them has a motive to kill her.

Keshav has set up an investigation agency with his best friend, Saurabh. Can the two amateur detectives successfully solve another murder case that affects them personally? And where will it leave their friendship?

Late one moonlit night, Walter Hartright encounters a solitary and terrified woman dressed all in white. He saves her from capture by her pursuers and determines to solve the mystery of her distress and terror. Inspired by an actual criminal case, this gripping tale of murder, intrigue, madness and mistaken identity has never been out of print since its publication and brought Collins great fame and success.

‘My daughter Siya was kidnapped. Nine months ago,’ Alia said. The police had given up. They called it a cold case. Even the rest of her family had stopped searching. Alia wouldn’t stop looking, though. She wanted to know if I could help her. Hi, I am Keshav Rajpurohit, and I am a disappointment to everyone around me. I live with my parents, who keep telling me how I should a) get married, b) focus on my IPS exams, c) meet more people and d) close my detective agency. But Alia Arora, neighbour and ex-model, wanted my help. And I couldn’t take my eyes off her face … I mean, her case.

Taxi driver Jeet Singh is cruising for fare when a man being tailed by a bunch of goons blocks his way. Entrusting him with a briefcase full of secret, classified government documents to be delivered in lieu of a huge sum to a girl in Jogeshwari, he jumps off the moving taxi. His dead body is found by the railway track in a Mumbai suburb the next morning, while Jeet Singh finds he has nobody to give the briefcase to; the girl died mysteriously the previous night. He opens the briefcase, and a free-for-all for diamonds worth millions is set into motion.

Keshav is screwed. He hates his job, and his girlfriend has left him. For four years after their breakup, Keshav was unable to forget the beautiful Zara Lone. Zara moved on in life. Keshav couldn’t. He drank every night to forget her. He called her, messaged her and stalked her on social media. Zara ignored his messages, until after four years, on the eve of her birthday, Zara messaged Keshav, asking him to come to her hostel room 105. Keshav shouldn’t have gone, but he did...and his life changed forever. This is not a love story. It is an unlove story.

England, 1914. The world is at war. Captain Hastings, injured and shaken, is invited to Styles Court to recover. It’s a grand old country house - the family home of his old friend - and a perfect haven. Or so it seems. But in the blistering summer heat, trouble is afoot. Simmering tensions are tearing the family apart, and it all comes to a head in the most horrifying way.

They were madly in love. The perfect couple. That was the story everyone in South River believed...until Gin Talcott and Adam Archer are found shot in their bed. Adam is dead at the scene. Gin is fighting for her life. Detectives Greta Jessup and Finn Pate are assigned to the case. Greta has a long history with Gin’s first husband, Eddie, and is determined to protect his 18-year-old twins. Piper discovered the bodies. Daniel is missing—and so is Adam’s gun.

When Emily Lane isn’t busy running her charming Christmas-themed store, “Under the Mistletoe”, located in the quaint tourist town of Fletcher’s Grove, she finds herself compelled to investigate not so quaint local murders. On the surface, Emily is a perfectly lovely, good-natured puzzle-solver and mystery lover. But she is hiding a secret past from everyone in town. And when Emily begins her personal investigations, Detective-Constable Sam Wilner, a smart and attractive cop—with a crush on Emily that is not completely unrequited—begins to wonder if there’s more to Emily than meets the eye.

Drowning in the murky waters of the mafia, I’m determined to find a way out. I have my sights set on becoming a film producer and won’t let anything or anyone stand in my way. Then my mother marries a retired Godfather, and I get the head of the Greek mafia as a stepbrother. Nikolas Stathoulis is set on ruining my well-laid plans. His ruthless reputation has me running for the safety of my apartment. But he’s always there. On campus. In my apartment. Expecting me to play by his rules.

FBI agent Sarah Cole is stunned to receive an invitation to the “Game of Nines,” the most secretive and longest-running murder puzzle in history. Thrust into a mystery that has confounded law enforcement for decades, she proves to be an unexpectedly formidable "player"—and might finally end the deadly game once and for all.

सत्येन्द्र पराशर मौजूदा राजनीति में व्याप्त धोखेबाजी, ठगी और भ्रष्टाचार को समाप्त कर के ईमानदारी और सदाचार का निजाम स्थापित करने के सपने देख रहा था । लेकिन फिर एक रात वह नशे की हालत में एक जवान लड़की की लाश के साथ पकड़ा गया । सारे सबूत उसके खिलाफ होने के बावजूद पराशर की एक ही रट थी - ‘मैं बेगुनाह हूं’ । लेकिन उसकी इस दुहाई पर किसी को विश्वास नहीं था - सिवाय सुनील के ।

राम कमलानी खूब रुतबे वाला, समाज के उच्च वर्ग का एक आधारस्तंभ था । अपने इस ऊंचे रुतबे को हासिल करने के लिये उसने क्या अपने कर्मचारी, साथी, परिवार या प्रतिद्वंद्वी हर किसी की पीठ में छुरा भोंका था, हर किसी का गला काटा था । छोटे आदमी की जात से नफरत करना, उनको दुत्कारना, जलील करना वह अपना धर्म समझता था । ऐसे आदमी - जिसने जीवन में सिर्फ दुश्मन ही बनाये थे - की लाश जब उसके घर में पड़ी पायी गई तो किसी को कोई ताज्जुब ना हुआ ।

कुछ ऐसी ही किस्मत पाई थी सुनील ने कि जहां भी उसका दखल होता था, असाधारण घटनायें जैसे अपने-आप घटित होने लगती थीं । अपने एक दोस्त को पंगे में पड़ने से बचाने के लिये जब सुनील ऑफिस से निकला तो जैसे जादू के जोर से - एक बार फिर - एक लाश उसके गले पड़ गई । एक अजीबो-गरीब वसीयत के चक्कर में फंसे एक परिवार की अद्भुत कहानी ।

Hercule Poirot and Arthur Hastings reunite for their most difficult case yet. When Poirot receives a letter warning him that a crime is about to be committed by the writer: 'A.B.C' the friends find themselves in a race against time to decipher the killer's twisted logic as he taunts the great detective by announcing the next murder location alphabetically. With every new killing a new pool of suspects is uncovered. Can Poirot and Hastings unmask the killer before a final letter seals an innocent victim's fate?

My husband has a son I never knew about. Now he’s in our home. And I don’t know if I’m safe. He's eighteen, claims to be my husband's son, and needs a place to stay. He’s family, and I have no choice but to let him in. The next day, a local girl is found dead in our community pool. And guess who’s the prime suspect?