Fifteen graduates. One final trip. A paradise turned prison. When a group of college friends reunite for a celebratory getaway in the misty hills of Munnar, they expect bonfires, laughter, and late-night confessions. But when one of them is found dead under mysterious circumstances, the trip quickly descends into paranoia and chaos. KIARA SINGHANIA - sharp, confident , and fiercely loyal, refuses to accept the police's slow unraveling of the truth. As another friend goes missing and secrets begin to surface, Kiara takes matters into her own hands. But every answer brings more questions. Every friend becomes a suspect. And every memory hides something darker. What started as a vacation becomes a psychological chess match between ambition, betrayal, and the scars of a hidden past. One of them is a KILLER. All of them are HIDING something. And the TIME is running out.

In the heart of Kolkata, a mysterious notebook surfaces - listing names, half crossed out. Aratrika, a determined college student, discovers the deadly secret: the marked are destined to disappear. As she unravels the chilling conspiracy controlling the city's most powerful, she must fight to break the cycle before her own name is crossed off. A gripping mystery-thriller of betrayal, courage, and the fight for justice beneath the monsoon rains.

Ever since Dean Winchester got the Mark of Cain on his arm, his world has been turned upside down. His humanity is slowly dwindling away from his grasp and something entirely different takes a hold of him. Something foreign, monstrous even. He barely has control of his actions and every gut feeling inside of Dean is telling him to kill. In a tale that follows the story line of season 9 and 10, Dean must battle the demons taken residence inside him or be swallowed whole in the process. The only person, besides his brother, tethering himself to the ground would be Cas who won't seem to give up on Dean, no matter the acts he commits. The story of unlikely love. The Righteous Man. The Fallen Angel. And broken humanity. Only one will make it out alive. "I don't want to forget," Cas said, reaching over to grab his hand in his. "Then don't." He leaned in and placed his lips on top of Cas's, lingering in the state of things, wanting it to never end. This was timeless. This was forever. For every waking instant they were together, an eternity could fly by and merely feel like seconds. They say when you are at the verge of death, your life flashes before your very eyes but in this moment all he saw was Cas. His messy black hair that no matter the amount of brushing couldn't make it go down. His blue eyes that sparkled even if the sun was nowhere to be seen. His trenchcoat, red in some places, brown in others but still seemed to smell of his musk. All of it was him. He was his life."

[COMPLETED] "Every morning. Every single morning for as long as Castiel could remember. The man in the apartment building across from Cas' -and the same floor (as their kitchens both faced the same way), with the dirty blonde hair and the deep green eyes, would always wake up at six in the morning and brew himself a cup of coffee with those weird and colorful cups he would always collect. He was always too tired to look up from that darn coffee machine to notice Cas, but Castiel sure as hell noticed him. With that bed hair that would decorate the top of his head every morning and Cas would pray for the attractive man to look up and notice him. Cas tried, and oh did he try, to stop staring at the green-eyed man, but after a while, it kind of became a reflex; to wake up, go to the kitchen, brew himself a cup of coffee and then just look up to see the man across the street from him doing exactly the same -except for looking up at Cas. Until one day, he did."