Till 1950, the Rashtrapati Bhavan on Raisina Hill was called the Viceroy House, the residence of the then Governor General of newly independent India.
Friday, 13th August 1994, I still remember the day. It was a dark and stormy night. It was around ten thirty; I came out of the office along with a friend and was ready to leave.
It was usual Sunday night. I had finished my supper and was ready to go bed but stayed awake to watch a movie which was about to be telecasted, at 10.45pm.
Mahesh flipped open his briefcase, and poured Rs.1,000,000 in cash onto the roulette table. “All in Black,” he said softly. The dealer nodded. “You’re covered, sir,” he replied.
Rahul was the happiest man on earth that day. It was on that day he was martially engaged to Beena, his childhood sweetheart.
Rahul was very worried that day. He had to take a major decision that would change the course of his life. He was in a dilemma
His name was Rajesh and his pet name Raja. Everyone in that large house preferred to call him Raja and true to that word he was treated like a Raja in that house.
Suresh had a strange obsession with ghosts, to be precise ghost stories. He immensely enjoyed reading ghost stories
It was sharp 12 midnight. As the clock struck 12, Praveen who was fast asleep woke up suddenly. He switched on the bed lamp and looked around.....