What happens when the lines between truth and deception blur beyond recognition?
In The Crimson Alibi, the reader is invited into a labyrinth of half-truths, buried motives, and a chilling question: what if the legal system failed not once, but twice?
Set against the backdrop of urban India and shadowy crime, this thriller introduces you to a team of unlikely detectives—flawed, brilliant, and deeply human. With every chapter, your assumptions will be challenged.
Prepare to question not just the characters—but your own sense of justice.
Sometimes, they show up at your door. Sometimes, they play victim. Sometimes, they smile.
The Crimson Alibi explores the terrifying notion that evil often hides in plain sight. In this gripping psychological thriller, the true danger isn’t what’s obvious—it’s what’s buried beneath layers of civility, family, and fear.
You won’t find ghosts here. You’ll find something scarier—truth.
🔍 Meet the Unbreakable Team of the Mathur Investigative Bureau
They don’t knock. They enter.
In the shadowy corners of India’s most twisted mysteries, one team stands between chaos and clarity—the Mathur Investigative Bureau (MIB). When the law is outwitted and the villains hide in plain sight, these five operatives rise. They aren’t bound by the conventional. They are forged by fire, sharpened by secrets.
Here’s a closer look at the bureau’s members who have captivated readers and viewers alike.
🧭 Sukanya Mathur — The Daredevil Detective
Role: Founder and Lead Investigator, MIB
Known For: Ruthless precision, unmatched field instincts, and commanding leadership.
Habits: An occasional smoker. Drinks rarely, if ever.
Personal Quirks: Though she shows no signs, there may be an unspoken something she feels for Saswat. But don’t count on her admitting it—ever.
What Others Say: Rocks would follow her into fire. Saaswat looks up to her with silent awe, never daring to assume anything beyond professional respect.
Belongs to Delhi- The Daredevil Delhite
Sukanya is the kind of detective who walks into danger with eyes wide open. She’s fought off criminals twice her size and exposed secrets governments wanted buried. Her brand of justice is swift, calculated, and rarely questioned. She’s the backbone of MIB—and its sharpest edge.
🕵️♂️ Sasswat Kumar — The Maverick Storyteller
Role: Rookie Investigator, Field Analyst, and Narrator of the MIB chronicles
Known For: Observational brilliance, moral compass, and a touch of glamorous awkwardness
Signature Style: Semi-formal attire with bookish charm
Strengths: Deep empathy, photographic memory, poetic analysis
Weaknesses: Lack of confidence—especially around Sukanya. Let’s just say, he admires her... from a distance.
Belongs to Madhya Pradesh- The Intelligent Indori
Saswat brings the human element into the chaos. While the others chase threats, he interprets them—sometimes before they appear. He’s new, but don’t mistake him for weak. Underneath that soft exterior is a mind that connects dots others miss.
🔧 Manoj “IT-Manu” Kumar — The RAM of the Bureau
Role: Cybersecurity and Tech Operative
Known For: Hacking into anything, from government servers to a kid’s gaming console
Signature Style: Hoodies, specs, and a “don’t talk to me unless it’s urgent” energy
Strengths: Code-breaking, digital surveillance, drone operations
Weaknesses: Social cues? Not his strong suit.
Belongs to - Karnataka The Kunning Kannadiga
He’s the teenager who rewired a surveillance network just to prank a neighbor—now he reroutes threats before they hit. He doesn’t speak much, but when he does, it’s usually to deliver a solution that saves lives.
🧨 Rakshita “Rocks” Raj — The Grit Behind the Grind
Role: Field Specialist and Operations Muscle
Known For: Absolute loyalty to Sukanya, fearless missions, and total adaptability
Signature Style: Tactical gear meets street smarts
Strengths: Infiltration, combat readiness, undercover work
Loyalty: Unshakable. If Sukanya jumps, Rocks has already landed.
Belongs to- Jharkhand, The Juggernaut Jharkhandi
Rocks is the agency’s all-terrain soldier—whether it's tailing a suspect through a Mumbai market or wrestling a cartel runner in the back alleys of Goa. Her bond with Sukanya isn’t just professional; it’s almost sisterly in intensity.
🎖️ Raghav “Raghu Anna” Rao — The Guardian
Role: Protection Detail & Tactical Coordinator
Known For: Retired military calm, unmatched sharpshooting, and old-school discipline
Signature Style: Olive shirt, army boots, and a stare that makes men confess
Strengths: Field tactics, hand-to-hand combat, mentorship
Persona: Stoic, silent, and scary when he’s quiet for too long.
Belongs to Telangana The Tremendous Telaga
Raghu Anna has seen war zones and graveyards—and still, he calls this team his purpose. He’s the shield, the hammer, and sometimes, the father figure when things fall apart.
Ramesh “Tiger” Ganeshan — The Scarecrow of MIB
Role: Combat Trainer, Emergency Protector, Enforcer of Discipline
Known For: Bone-chilling intimidation, unshakable focus, and legendary strength
Signature Style: Sleeves rolled up, military-cut shirt, steely eyes that speak louder than words
Background: Ex-special forces. No official records. Just whispers.
Reputation: They call him Tiger not for how he attacks, but for how he watches—still, silent, and ready to pounce.
Team Dynamics: Senior to Raghu Anna, a silent terror to Saswat, and a last-resort backup for Sukanya—when all hell breaks loose.
Tiger Ganeshan doesn’t show up often—but when he does, someone’s about to get wrecked. To Saswat, he’s part boogeyman, part miracle. To the team, he’s the final line of defense. If Tiger’s been called in, it means one thing: things just got real.
🔎 Behind the Scenes
Together, they’re the last people criminals want knocking at their doors—because they never do. They enter. And when they do, secrets have nowhere to hide.
Stay tuned for their next mission. And if you hear footsteps in the dark, it might just be the MIB
The One Word That Can Change Your Destiny (You’ve Never Heard of It)
Hint: It’s not success. It’s not luck. It’s something deeper.
Introduction:
Everyone’s looking for the shortcut — the magic formula that turns ordinary into extraordinary. Most think it’s “hustle” or “passion.” Others chant “manifest” or “focus.” But what if I told you there’s a single, often-overlooked word that quietly shapes your decisions, your future, and even the way the universe responds to you?
This one word can unlock clarity in chaos, bring opportunity to your doorstep, and most importantly — shift the direction of your life.
So what is it?
🔑 The Word Is: “Alignment”
Wait… Alignment? That’s it?
Yes. And here’s why it’s the most powerful word you’ve probably never paid attention to.
🌌 What Is Alignment, Really?
Alignment means that your thoughts, feelings, actions, and values are all pointing in the same direction. You’re not just working hard — you’re working in sync with who you truly are.
When you’re aligned:
You feel lighter, even in struggle.
Opportunities seem to “magically” appear.
You stop second-guessing your decisions.
Burnout becomes rare — because you’re powered by purpose.
🚫 What Happens When You're Out of Alignment?
Let’s flip the coin.
When you’re out of alignment, life feels like swimming upstream:
You work 14-hour days but feel empty.
Your relationships feel forced.
You crave validation because you're unsure of your path.
You “succeed” but secretly feel stuck.
Sound familiar?
The tragedy is — many people climb the ladder of success only to realize it was leaning on the wrong wall. Alignment fixes that before it happens.
✨ How Alignment Changes Your Destiny
Decisions Become Easier
When you know your true north, you don’t waste energy on the wrong yes or the fake no.
Energy Becomes Magnetic
People feel when you’re aligned — your vibe shifts. You become someone others want to follow, hire, love, trust.
Life Feels Flowing, Not Forced
You stop chasing. Instead, the right opportunities find you.
🔁 Real-Life Examples of Alignment in Action
✔️ A Career Aligned:
Rohan, a software engineer, quit his job not to escape work — but to create apps that solved rural India’s problems. He now wakes up excited — and earns more.
✔️ A Relationship Aligned:
Maya stopped dating people who didn’t match her core values. Within months, she met someone who truly got her — not because she “settled,” but because she aligned first.
✔️ A Creator Aligned:
YouTubers, bloggers, authors — when they stop copying trends and start sharing what lights them up, their views soar. It’s not luck. It’s alignment.
💡 How You Can Practice Alignment (Starting Today)
🧭 1. Know Your Core Values
Ask: What are the 3 things I will never compromise on in life? (Examples: Freedom, Creativity, Truth)
🧠 2. Audit Your Life
Which parts of your day feel draining? Which feel expansive? That’s your compass.
✍️ 3. Journal with This Prompt:
“Where in my life am I pretending to be someone I’m not?” Be brutally honest. The truth will liberate you.
📶 4. Tune In Before You Act
Before saying yes or no, ask: Does this align with the future I want?
🔮 Final Thoughts: You Don’t Need a New Life — You Need Alignment
Alignment isn’t flashy. It doesn’t get millions of likes. But quietly, powerfully, it’s the reason why some people rise — and others burn out.
You don’t need a new career, new relationship, or new country.
You need to come back home — to you.
And that begins with one word:
Alignment.
💬 Call to Action:
Tell me in the comments: Where in your life do you feel most aligned right now? Share this blog with someone who’s chasing too hard — they might need to stop… and align.
✍️ Written by Hemant Kumar
Blogger. Storyteller. Mindset Alchemist. Creator of Kreation Arts – Where Creativity Meets Reality
How to Fall in Love with Your Life Again – Even If You’re Stuck
Because happiness isn’t in a destination. It’s hidden in the everyday.
🌧️ Introduction: When Life Feels Heavy
Let’s be real — we all hit those seasons.
The days feel dull.
The spark is missing.
You scroll past motivational posts that once inspired you and now just feel... fake.
Maybe you’re doing all the right things — job, family, responsibilities — and yet, something feels off.
You’re not broken. You’re not lazy.
You’re just disconnected from yourself — and that’s exactly where this journey back begins.
Let’s explore how to fall in love with your life again — even if right now, you feel stuck, lost, or numb.
💔 Why We Fall Out of Love with Life
Before we fix anything, we need to understand it.
Here’s what usually causes the drift:
Routine becomes autopilot. Days blur.
We live by obligations, not inspiration.
Comparison poisons joy. Social media shows highlight reels.
Emotions are repressed, not expressed.
We stop dreaming. Survival takes over vision.
But no matter how deep this rut feels, the path back is always within you.
❤️ Step 1: Reconnect with Small Pleasures
You don’t need a new job, a vacation, or a miracle.
You need a moment. Just one.
The first sip of chai.
Morning sunlight on your skin.
A handwritten note to yourself.
A song that makes you feel 17 again.
👉 Assignment: For the next 3 days, write down 3 tiny moments that brought you a flicker of joy. You’ll be surprised how quickly they stack up.
🧭 Step 2: Ask Yourself, “What Would Make Me Proud Today?”
Not happy.
Not rich.
Not famous.
Just proud.
Would it be:
Finishing that chapter you started?
Going for a walk when your body said no?
Saying no to what drains you?
👉 When you act from pride, not pressure, you shift your internal compass from shame to strength.
💬 Step 3: Talk to Yourself Like Someone You Love
Your inner voice has power. Right now, is it kind… or cruel?
If you spoke to your best friend, the way you speak to yourself — would they still be your friend?
Instead of saying:
“I’m stuck.” → say: “I’m pausing to find clarity.”
“I’m a mess.” → say: “I’m human. I’m growing.”
“It’s too late.” → say: “I’m just getting started.”
👉 Words create your world. Change the script.
✨ Step 4: Reclaim Curiosity, Not Control
Falling back in love with life isn’t about controlling everything — it’s about becoming curious again.
Ask:
“What could happen if I gave myself a chance today?”
“What new thing could I try, even if I suck at it?”
“What would I do if I didn’t need permission?”
Paint badly. Dance wildly. Write terribly. Try anyway.
Joy hides in novelty, not perfection.
🌱 Step 5: Let Something Go
Sometimes, you’re not stuck — you’re carrying too much.
Let go of:
The guilt of past decisions
The need to please everyone
The version of yourself you outgrew
👉 Life is lighter when your hands are empty enough to receive.
🧘♀️ Step 6: Make Stillness Sacred
You don’t need more goals. You need more space.
Wake up and don’t touch your phone for 30 minutes.
Just sit.
Breathe.
Journal.
Stare at the ceiling.
In that silence, life whispers.
👉 Stillness isn’t laziness — it’s the birthplace of real answers.
🌈 Step 7: Celebrate Imperfect Progress
You took a shower today when you didn’t want to? That counts.
You chose water over soda? That counts.
You read this blog instead of numbing out? That absolutely counts.
Stop waiting for the perfect life to love it.
Start loving the perfectly human one you’re living — one small win at a time.
🔥 Bonus Tip: Fall in Love with the Now, Not “Someday”
Don’t say, “I’ll be happy when…”
Say:
“I choose to enjoy this coffee today.”
“I choose to make this evening meaningful.”
“I choose to come home to myself, right now.”
You’re not behind. You’re becoming.
🌟 Final Words: Come Back to Life
Falling in love with your life isn’t about fireworks. It’s about flickers.
Small sparks.
Moments that remind you: You’re still here. And that means you still get to choose.
So, choose presence over perfection.
Choose to wonder over worry.
Choose you.
Because the life you love?
It starts with how you live today.
💬 Let’s Talk:
Comment below:
What’s one small thing that makes you feel alive?
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🔁 Share this blog with someone who’s been feeling low — this could be their spark.
✍️ Written by Hemant Kumar
Mindset Storyteller | Blogger | Founder of Kreation Arts – Where Creativity Meets Reality
The city, usually a
symphony of bustling life, held its breath in the hot, humid air.
It was a place of
vibrant markets and ancient, whispering temples, but within the walls of one
prominent family home, a silent drama was unfolding.
Ramakant Mishra was
a respected man, a widower who had bravely raised his two sons, Teju and Deepu,
relying on the quiet strength of his aging mother, Savitri.
From a distance,
the boys looked alike.
They shared the
same lean build, the same tall stature.
So alike, in fact,
that the town often called them "The Twins," an easy label that stuck
like dust to a well-worn path.
Yet, beneath that
surface resemblance lay two vastly different souls, like the North and South
Poles of a single planet. Teju, the elder, was a gentle spirit.
Once, he'd found a
lost kitten, shivering and tiny, and his face had lit up with pure,
unadulterated warmth, like the sun breaking through a storm of clouds.
His room was a
sanctuary of old books, their spines cracked and loved, each one a testament to
his kind and thoughtful nature.
Deepu, however, was
a different story.
A dark shadow
seemed to follow him, a subtle chill that made small creatures cry out before
falling into an unsettling silence.
His desk remained
perpetually dusty, untouched by study or curiosity, a stark contrast to his
brother's world. Ramakant, the father, watched Teju with profound pride, his
chest puffing out.
But when his gaze
shifted to Deepu, something flickered in his eyes – a shadow of fear, a knot of
worry that he kept hidden from the world.
Savitri Mishra, the
grandmother, with her wisdom etched in every wrinkle, tried to soothe the
discord, to bridge the growing chasm between the brothers.
But Deepu seemed
impervious to her kindness; her gentle words bounced right off him, like stones
hitting an unyielding wall.
When Teju turned
seventeen, he packed his bags – old, worn from years of travel – his degree a
shining promise of a future elsewhere.
He left Bhopal,
leaving behind an empty space that echoed in the quiet house. Not long after,
Savitri, feeling no longer needed, also departed.
Ramakant was truly
alone then, with only Deepu. And Deepu watched him, his eyes hard and cold,
like river stones frozen in winter.
Deepu's touch
lingered on property papers, and his whispers, strange and unsettling, filled
the house.
People called him
"Young Master" now, a title that sounded pleasant but was delivered
with an underlying current of fear, an unspoken threat.
Deepu knew the
house inside and out, all its hidden secrets, its creaky doors, the precise
jingle of every key.
The phone rang one
evening.
Sharp. Loud. Its
insistent ring shattered Teju's fragile peace.
"Brother,"
Deepu's voice crackled through the line, shaking just a little too much, a
performance for the unseen audience.
"Father's
health... bad." Teju felt a cold wave of sickness wash over him.
"What
happened?" he managed, his voice thin. "Can't say. Come quick."
The demand hung in
the air, heavy and suffocating like smoke.
Teju booked the
first available flight, buying a ticket that felt like a digital grave for his
peace of mind.
He landed in
Bhopal, the familiar humid air now feeling oppressive.
He went straight to
his father, who was indeed sick, dying.
But even in his
grief, a knot of unease tightened in Teju's stomach.
Savitri Sadan. The
Mishra home.
The cold tiles
underfoot felt colder than the outside air. The big wooden doors, shiny and
imposing, seemed like gates to a lost place.
The brass
nameplate, "Ramakant Mishra," gleamed in the dim light, the black
letters somehow looking angry. He knocked, but there was no sound, just a
profound quiet.
He turned the
knob. It squeaked, like a scared mouse.
Darkness rushed out
from within, swallowing the light from the hallway.
Teju fumbled for
the switch. Nothing. "Power cut?" he whispered, his own voice
sounding small, just hoping.
He stepped inside,
slow steps, feeling like a stranger in the house where he'd grown up.
"Dad?" he
called out, louder now. "Deepu?" No answer.
The air inside grew
colder, a chill that had nothing to do with the weather.
It wrapped around
him, like a heavy, cold blanket.
His heart pounded,
loud in the overwhelming quiet.
He could hear his
own rough, ragged breath. "Dad, where are you?" he begged now.
"Deepu, where
are you?" Fear grew, like a dark, noxious flower unfurling in the shadows.
Then, he saw a
shape. On the bed. Hunched. Still. Just... there.
Black.
All black.
Teju reached out,
blind, groping in the oppressive darkness.
His fingers touched
something. Cold. Hard. A distinct shape.
His dad. Not
moving. Still.
Not just quiet, but
dead still.
He touched again,
lower. Wet. Slick. Sticky warm.
Fear hit him hard,
a physical blow that squeezed his chest, stealing his breath.
His hand felt
something sharp.
Hard. Sticking out
from his dad's chest.
A glint, even in
the faint light.
Something dripped.
Slow.
Heavy. Teju's heart
hammered, fast and furious.
He tasted metal,
sick and metallic in his mouth.
Someone. Something.
A knife. His dad. Hurt. Dying.
Flash!
White light.
Blinding.
The oppressive dark
was gone, replaced by a harsh, unforgiving glare.
He blinked, spots
dancing in his eyes. Clicking sounds. Shutter snaps. Cameras.
Flashes again and
again, like a morbid disco.
People. Dark shapes
in the blinding light.
He looked down. His
hands. Wet. Red. The sharp thing.
Still in his dad.
He jerked back, as if he'd been burned.
"Deepu,"
he whispered, the name a curse, tasting foul.
Voices swirled all
around him. Sharp. Loud. Click.
Handcuffs. Cold metal. A
man in khaki.
Steel eyes, looking
at him, accusing.
He should have
listened. Payal, a kind neighbor, had said, "Something's wrong,
Teju." Her face had been etched with worry. "Deepu is playing
games." He had dismissed it. "He's my brother," he'd said.
Foolish.
Click.
The cuffs
tightened, biting into his skin. Cold.
The trap. It had been there all
along.
And he had walked
right into it.
Later, long after
the noise had died down, Teju would wonder how the media had arrived so
quickly.
Too quickly.
Someone had tipped them off—someone who knew exactly when he would walk into
that room.
But at the time,
all he could feel was the sting of betrayal and the sharp snap of handcuffs
Weeks passed.
Months.
Each day felt the
same. Courtroom.
Lies. Deepu looked
sad, a picture of brotherly grief.
But Teju saw it – a
quick flash in his eyes. Happy.
The evidence, all
twisted, utterly wrong.
Raj Mathur, a
private detective and his dad's old friend, had fought hard.
He'd told the
truth, presented the facts, but money talked, and power closed doors.
Evidence vanished.
Stories were
changed.
Raj Mathur tried,
but it wasn't enough.
Seven years. Not
fair. Not right. It was hell.
But time, even
cruel time, sometimes relents.
After three years,
an unexpected transfer brought a new jail superintendent.
Teju’s quiet
strength, his mediation of inmate disputes, and the night classes he led for
juvenile prisoners did not go unnoticed.
Evaluations were
filed.
Recommendations
made.
Two years were
reduced from his term for exemplary behavior.
Five years.
He walked out with
no money, no family, and no name worth saving—but he walked out.
Three weeks had passed since the Sharma case,
and I was still untangling the moral knots it had left behind when our next
client walked through the door. Krittika Desai didn’t just walk in—she arrived
like a disturbance in still water. Everything about her—from her designer bag
that looked too pristine to the London-polished accent—said she didn’t belong
in the chaos of our modest office. But the look in her eyes, that raw unease,
was something I recognized. Fear doesn't wear labels.
"Thank you so much for seeing me,"
she said, her voice carrying the weight of something unspoken. "My uncle
Ramesh Desai recommended you. He said you handle... unusual cases."
Unusual. That word again.
Sukanya didn’t blink. "What kind of
unusual situation are we dealing with, Miss Desai?"
"I recently bought a villa in the
outskirts of town. The Gupta-Agarwal Villa, near the old jungle resort area. I
paid quite a lot for it—probably more than I should have, but I’m new to the
Indian property market and..." She paused, wrapping her arms around
herself like the room had suddenly turned cold. "I think it’s
haunted."
I stifled a chuckle. Ghosts? After all the real
monsters we’d chased—kidnappers, murderers, political manipulators—the
supernatural felt like a plot twist from a pulp novel.
"I know how it sounds," she said
quickly. "But I’m seeing things. Terrifying figures moving in the shadows.
Voices in rooms I know are empty. And last night, I found scratch marks...
inside my wardrobe. I live alone."
Sukanya gave me a look, the one that meant,
*Let’s not dismiss this yet*.
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