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Ashes Of Silence

In June 2025, a devastating plane crash near Hyderabad kills over 500 people. Among the suspected victims is Andhra Pradesh’s Home Minister, Rathnadevi, a formidable woman known for her fierce stance against corruption. But when her body isn't found, questions begin to swirl. In New York, Anushree, an intelligence officer and Rathnadevi's estranged sister, sees the news and returns to India. Media frenzy explodes. But Anushree, sharp and composed, redirects the attention: “Many died. Not just her. Don’t forget them.” As she investigates, Anushree meets Naveen, a quiet aspiring detective from Chennai who insists on helping. A villager’s report changes everything: someone saw Rathnadevi in a forest hours after the crash. The duo follows the trail. They find Rathnadevi alive—hiding in a forest ashram. She admits she skipped the flight to mourn her dead lover, killed years ago by their father’s political ambition. The pass she gave her aide led to the crash—and she’s been silent ever since. Anushree reveals something darker: the crash was orchestrated. Rathnadevi was being targeted. Files exposing aviation corruption were meant to be leaked—files on that very plane. Rathnadevi surrenders. Arrests follow. Truths unravel. At a mass funeral for the unidentified victims, Anushree thanks Naveen for his help. As they sit by the river, she finally asks: “Why did you really come to help?” Naveen hesitates. Then, quietly: “Because my family was on that flight. I just… never told anyone.” She stares at him in silence. Words fail. But sometimes, silence says everything.
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A War for a Place to call Home: First blood

Sarus Fortress is a titanic bastion of stone, steel, and sorrow—an ever-expanding bulwark built by the Bullard Empire to encircle the accursed island at the world's end. Beneath that island’s ashen skies lie the shattered hearts and skulls of three dead gods, whose corpses still fester with divine malice. From them crawl endless horrors—monstrosities birthed from madness and spite—that claw relentlessly at the walls of reality, seeking to unmake all mortal life. To sustain the fortress and fund the eternal war, the empire long ago enacted the Tithe: a grim tradition that claims lives in lieu of taxes, conscripting men, women, and children alike into the grinding teeth of its war machine. Here, survival depends not only on strength, but on adaptation. Soldiers wield heirlooms that are passed through blood , channel blessings from careless gods, command alien spirits, and harness Mori—the lingering essence of the dead. Through the Bonding ritual that is performed by the followers of the great unison the graft the flesh of the enemy onto their own in desperate bids for power is common place . And yet, despite all this, the dead gods’ corruption spreads. This is the tale of five conscripts claimed by the Tithe—five souls bound not by blood or banner, but by the absence of home. A salt miner who murdered his kin to claim their mori-born magic. A disgraced noblewoman clawing her way back from exile with charm, spite, and ambition. A glass-winged pixie the size of a thimble, who named herself after her favorite animal and chose to follow humans out of love. A disillusioned blessed Apothecary who seeks a purpose as he lost his. A Veteran soldier born into the Fortress who has undergone the Bonding more times than she can remember, all to live up to the memories of her parents. Together, they are thrown into the gullet of war not as saviors, but as offerings. Whether they will survive—or change the shape of the world in their struggle—is a story still unfolding beneath the an unending sky.
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