#Crime

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  • martin_1 1w

    Rotten Dairies

    A family in Burari (Episode 1).


    As police stepped inside , they first saw unwashed utensils lying on the floor. The smell of last night's mosquito coil was still remarkable.
    Then suddenly they were shocked , they felt like the soil from their feet is going down. It's normal reaction to see 11 members hanging dead of one family including 2 childrens.

    Let's start from the starting....

    The case about which we are going to talk about is one of the extraordinary case of our society. I have to give a clear idea about this case. The context of true crime writing  always remains around light versus dark , like normal people remains victims , in light side , like any common man of country , in other side , in dark side there comes  the role of a  criminal.

    But , in this case , it seems like a foggy line in between victim and perpitrator . Whom to blame or not to whom is really a difficult task here.
    In today's episode , we will try to look into this case thoroughly. Before we start , we have to go through  the family  structure and we will try to understand their mindset. Because , when this type of case happens in India , people think that family must be uneducated , lower class , superstitious like something different from our family etc etc.. If you  have seen any newspaper or social media , then you might have seen people saying "dark secrets" of family  to attract readers and audience .  And , a   webseries on Netflix is also coming on , named " House of secrets " . So , I am telling from first  that the family had no dark secrets , it was not any uneducated family. Some , TV channels and newspapers have spread the misconceptions that they were underprivileged . But , the family was normal , a normal Indian educated middle class family.

            If you are now at home , then have look around your street from your window , you can see a grocery store  may be a little far distance. A grocery store  , in which the owner's family lives on the second floor. You probably have known the family from many years or may that's your daily place for gossips with friends . Like I said , a  normal middle class business family . The chundawat family was somehow like that , a happy joint family living  in shant Nagar , Burari from 20 years. Originally , they were from Rajasthan , they lived  some 10 years in Tohana  district of Haryana . In the 90s they came to Delhi. The head of the family was  Sri Bhopal Singh , husband of Narayani Devi . He sold his properties in Haryana and came to Burari with his wife and son Lalit . By the way , after the  breaking news in 2018 , some people called it Bhatia family . Bhatia was not their surname , it was the surname of Narayani Devi's   maternal family.  After coming to Delhi  , Bhopal Singh ji became quite familiar with people and people of his society used to call him Daddy. End of 1992 , after the completion of their home , they also wanted to their other childrens to be there. To be mentioned , Bhopal Singh ji first came Delhi with his wife and son Lalit , but they had 3 sons , Lalit , vabnesh and Dinesh and 2 daughters , Pratibha and Sujata. Dinesh  was unable to come due to some personal reasons. Vabnesh , his wife Sabita and daughter  Nitu came Delhi. Bhopal Singh's daughter Pratibha  along with her daughter Priyanka also came Delhi after some years of his husband's death   , saying her family used to torchure her.  The family started living happily as a joint family ,  Lalit also married Tina in 2002.  In these years , Lalit also opened a plywood  Shop. It's very important to understand Lalit's  character and mindset. His old friend says , he was a good , jolly type person  and disciplined also . He had a ideal personality. This personality changed in 2004 , something happened.  According to me , that was a major turning point of the case . It happened like , some people put him under plywood sheets and set fire on the shop due to some undisclosed reason. No one knows who were the people till today . And surviving family members don't have any clue about it . That incident is not so important , but the things happened after that is important. Apparently , Lalit lost his speech  after that accident. He became quite and silent. The family got another shock , after the death of family's  head man's death in February 2007 , due to some breathing unhealthy Ness. The family , the entire colony was in grief. Some how the family managed to start the last funeral of Bhopal Singh ji. In this ritual they had to read Garud puran for 10 days continuously. Like every day , the reading was going on while Lalit's body started some strange movement and suddenly he started saying om ️ , miraculously Lalit was able to speak . Some how , he regained his speech that time. Everyone in the family said Daddy came , Daddy came. Like I  have said before, Daddy means Bhopal Singh ji.



    Next episode .......


    #truecrime
    #crime
    #india
    #story
    #martin
    #thriller
    #crimethriller
    #miraquill
    #writersnetwork
    #wod
    #pod
    #indianauthor

    ©martin_1

  • raman_writes 3w

    बेवफ़ाई

    जुर्म ये हुआ उसे ख़ुद से दूर भेज दिया ।

    सज़ा दी उसने मुझसे बेवफ़ाई कर के ।।


    ©raman_writes

  • stellaire_mystique 3w

    ~Insanity Uplifted~

    Sex is a Time Based Crime of our society....
    Before Marriage : It's a SIN...
    After Marriage : It's a Divine Process For The Creation And Extension Of Life....
    I mean really.....what the hell...!!
    How can a natural process be pure or impure depending upon time?
    ©stellaire_mystique

  • vishalrachchh_vira 4w

    "વ્યથાની વાત"

    મારો મોંઘેરો ખજાનો એ લૂંટી ગયા બદમાશો, મને કહેશો કે શું ગુનો છે મારો?
    મલમ મળ્યા શારીરિક ઘાવને, માનસિક પરિતાપની દવા ક્યાં, મને કહેશો કે શું ગુનો છે મારો?
    નરાધમ, પાપી, દુષ્ટો, મારી આત્માને મારનાર હત્યારાઓ, મને કહેશો કે શું ગુનો છે મારો?
    અત્યાચાર તમારો એક ઘડી ભૂલી પણ શકું, પણ સમાજનો આ રોજનો દુરાચાર, મને કહેશો કે શું ગુનો છે મારો?
    સ્ત્રી હોવાની સજા મળી કે પછી કળિયુગ હોવાનો નમૂનો, મને કહેશો કે શું ગુનો છે મારો?
    શરીર તૂટ્યું, આ મન તૂટી પડ્યું ને ખૂટી પડ્યા મારા આ રુદનના ડૂસકાંઓ, મને કહેશો કે શું ગુનો છે મારો?
    નહીં વળતર કે નહીં જોઈતો સજાનો હુકમ મારે, મુક્તિ જોઈએ આ વિચારોના વમળમાંથી, મને કહેશો કે શું ગુનો છે મારો?
    પ્રાર્થના ઓ ઈશ્વર કે આપે એમને સ્ત્રી અવતાર આવતા ભવે,ને પૂછે એ જ પ્રશ્ન કે મને કહેશો કે શું ગુનો છે મારો?

    ©vishalrachchh_vira

  • thoseunspokenfeelings 5w

    #Thoseunspokenfeelings #Crime #Murderer #Criminal #Curse

    She was the curse of his life...!��

    ©Unspoken Words

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    Murderer

    She was a criminal.
    She did a crime before she die.

    She was a criminal.
    Because she didn't give her best to him.
    She didn't make him happy.
    She didn't let him to be happy.
    She murdered of him.
    She was a murderer.
    She was a jerk.
    She was the curse of everyone's life.
    She was the criminal of his life.

    She was a criminal.
    She did a crime before she leave the world...!

    But after that,
    She was murdered by a serial killer.
    She was found on a road...!
    ©thoseunspokenfeelings

  • raman_writes 5w

    उसूल

    फ़रेब हम भी जानते है पर गुनाह नहीं करते ।

    किसी के उसूल उसकी नफ़रत से बड़े होते है ।।


    ©raman_writes

  • anuradhasharma 9w

    जो तुम्हें इस दुनियां लाई ,
    उन्हें ही शर्मसार करते हो ।
    ओ इंसान , हैवान की शक्ल
    लिए फिरते हो क्या ?
    हासिल क्या इस ,
    बदसलूकी से तुम्हें ।
    कब तक शर्मसार करोगे ,
    अपनी मां बहनों को ।


    ©anuradhasharma

  • devilfish 11w

    The Devil

    What a better way for man to hide
    behind this marker modified reflection in the glass with two horns drawn on loosely
    But the very ideas they cast out to be so against were the principles that they were systematically building a legacy of lies upon
    An absolute reflection of what they saw in themselves and what they wanted to conceal from on every level possible

    To condemn generations to an eternity of sightless eyes
    Compressed between the paper hands prayers
    Paper hands burning as they stretch out to the sky in terror
    Only to fill the books with their pages
    And the martyred dry up like the ink did in their story


    Man has immobilized lies to assimilate themselves like dust in between pages containing their fitted words for you to admire their innovations
    The anger and rage that boils into my heart and out of my worried eyes
    When now to us they have lied

    But now it seems to be getting to the core of my contemplation
    and ideas become weaponized like tiny tanks as if to kill off this evil they have rid themselves of
    While they commit wrongdoings under the cloak of a false identity
    “The Devil”
    They fully diminish responsibility and protect their dark affairs they cheapen the people of their truth
    We give people a shred of truth like mangled bait
    Only to rip truth from hungry hands and consume it in a dark obscurity of history books and genocides
    The biggest robbery of all time occurred over generations
    When did we split off from our nature only to be protecting the worst parts of it while leaving the beautiful parts wither off in the sun dried petals turned to blackened ash
    and deem those with a conscience
    The eternally forgiving equally met with the eternally brutal an ocean of desperation
    An ocean of us


    ©devilfish

  • bad_habit 13w

    Let's commit the perfect crime.
    I'll steal your heart and you'll steal mine...

  • raman_writes 15w

    गुनाह

    वो लौट कर नहीं आता ये सितम बहुत है ।

    मैं उसे भूल जाने का गुनाह नहीं कर सकता ।।


    ©raman_writes

  • shanthi_yella 16w

    Vathi met Vaathi

    Chapters released till today..
    1. Fantasy love story to Suspicious mystery
    2. Things are piled up
    3. Digging the past
    4. The Big writing.
    5. The big writing-continues
    6. Calligraphy book
    7. My name is Hamsavathi Adah Devaraj
    8. Where is Shenoy?
    9. I'm afraid of

    When I started writing this book I had no idea about how to plan chapter names?
    Slowly I did it.. My chapter names are a part of the dialogue of my characters in that particular chapter. Situational chapter names.

    Like here I named chapter 7 " My name is Hamsavathi Adah Devaraj" which is a part of this dialogue in this chapter
    " Dr. Kanika reading the book in her room.
    She has completed reading half of the book.

    Before going to bed she reads a page with a line saying, " Vinay used to call me Hamsa in Goa University. I always hate, when he calls me Hamsa. He calls me Hamsa because my name is Hamsavathi Adah Devaraj."

    Her parents are continuing their familial legacy. They respect both Indian culture and Italian culture. That's why they named her Hamsavathi, an Indian name from the mantra
    "Hamsavathi mukhya shakti samanvitha" meaning " Goddess Durga who is surrounded by Shakthi or strength called Hamsavathi".
    Her Biblical name Adah means adornment.
    Great cultures.
    May God bless Vathi with peace of mind.
    It's time to sleep."

    Vathi met Vaathi @webnovel ebook
    ©shanthi_yella

  • shanthi_yella 16w

    Vathi met Vaathi

    Francesca reads the book written by Vathi.

    "After completion of training, I went to Goa University for PG. My parents accompanied me in the joining procedure. I took a room in a shared flat with Sufiya and Crystal. Sufiya is my classmate. Whereas Crystal belongs to Science.

    I shifted to Goa after 4months from the day I said yes to Shenoy's proposal. We planned to get married after the completion of my PG. We call our relation a Live-in but never meant to be in a physical relationship. Shenoy always supported me in education and I supported him in his work. Our relationship is about sharing responsibilities and friendship.

    Shenoy took me for a drive, lunch, and amusement park in Bangalore before I left for Goa.

    After two months he came to Goa. He always had a busy schedule. So, he could stay for only 1 day in Goa. He used to come on the morning flight and leave on the evening flight.

    Usually, I pick him from the airport. We went to our flat. I, my roommates and Shenoy cook meals together often.

    A glance from my book Vathi met Vaathi @ webnovel
    ©shanthi_yella

  • anjalijaman_ 20w

    Now-a-days,
    Care = Crime.
    #crime

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    Aaj kal kisi k liye care karna bhi crime hogaya hai !
    ©anjalijaman_

  • raman_writes 21w

    गुस्ताख़ी

    हम से हुई जो गुस्ताख़ियाँ उन्हें जुर्म बता दिया ।

    और गुस्ताख़ी भी क्या उनसे मोहब्बत करना ।।


    ©raman_writes

  • alanna_argudo 21w

    Goodbye.

    I came to say goodbye.
    It's just… I wanted to say goodbye one last time.

    You know, as I entered, I saw a magnificent vision of red.
    It was a tranquil ocean of blood.
    Oh, what a vision indeed.

    I know everyone will ask, "Why?"
    I too would like to know why I did it.

    I don't know.
    Maybe it's because you loved her.
    No, it wasn't that.

    Well, you and I both know you'll never see me again.
    No, there's no need to be sad.

    I did get my last goodbye, but so did she.

    ©alanna_argudo

  • alanna_argudo 22w

    It was a Tuesday.

    On Tuesday, I found her body.

    It was just there for anyone to find, for anyone to take.

    I couldn't help myself.

    I know I shouldn't have done it.

    Father will be so upset.

    What was I supposed to do? Just leave it?

    Leave it for anyone to possess… to- to consume?

    It's mine now, and I'm not giving it back.

    No one can take it from me. Not even he can.
    ©alanna_argudo

  • theturquoisemetaphor_ 22w

    4 July 2020

    *ting ting * a notification in my mom's mobile.

    She opened the text from our apartment group and it read:
    "We have got a new pianist in our apartment and she's willing to teach children of apartment at free of cost. Any parents who is willing can send their child, cam go ahead, the classes would be around 12 noon to 1. It will take place at the musical room 404 near to gym."

    I had always been an ardent fan of playing instruments and so did this piano grabbed my attention. Before I could even ask mom for permission she allowed me to go. Obviously I was happy.
    ..

    Unfortunately, I couldn't attend the first two weeks of classes, cause we had to go to village for a wedding of our close relative, but my mom couldn't accompany us cause of her hectic schedule.
    ..
    18 July 2020
    The day when we came back, I went to the class, but in the group it was notified that "there is no class today." I felt sad and carried on with my work.

    19 July 2020 7.15 am

    The next day again, Early morning around 8.00 the milkman of house 402 where the teacher lived, said:
    "Sir, Sir 402, 402" in a shivering voice to the watchman.
    "402, 402? What happened there? Complete the sentence?" He asked back tensed.
    "Actually, the house is locked, neither their slippers are found outside, but I could hear someone playing piano in, I tried pressing calling bells numerous times but no one opened the door, Sir" said the milkman in a low pitch-afraid voice.
    "What? What are you even saying? I am the night shift watchman for today, I was awake all night, I didn't even close my eyes for a second, no one went out today...
    *2 mins of silence*
    But I remember opening gate for a couple who went for midnight show, yes yes! It was them who went out to theater at 23.45, they spoke to me and said it was a night show and they will return back by 1.30 am but they didn't come back yet I guess."

    ( Meanwhile, one tenant who has come for jogging has heard all this and spreads this news to the entire apartment, Within a fraction of seconds almost all the people living in 99 house of the 3 blocks apartment is gathered around the security's room. They were all questioning tge security in fear like anything.)

    19 July 2020 8.45am

    After n number of snoozes in my alarm, I woke up for my 11 o clock online class. Did my morning mandatory stuffs and prepared my coffee, usually standing in balcony amidst the plants and gazing at the nature surrounded my apartment is how I begin my day. I did the same today also. To my surprise neither my mom nor dad was in the house. I didn't take it much serious cause I thought they would be engaged with their works.
    As I stood in the balcony I saw a crowd shouting and questioning the security. I also saw my parents in the crowd. I immediately ringed to their mobiles, but they didn't pick it, to my surprise my notification bar rose to an mobile-about-to-burst-situation because apartment whatsapp group had 486 texts to be exact. I started to read the texts which let me know the situation that the piano teacher and her family is missing, and the irony is that a piano music is still audible from her house. Now chaos was the only thing my mind had stacked up. It was only yesterday that I came from my native and already so much stuffs are going around me. Myself and my apartment mates went to the crowd, to know the happenings.

    After a hours of long searching for her and rings to her mobile, she was not reachable through any mean. "Certainly, "MURDER" was the only word echoing in each of our apartment members mind which made us even more panick.

    Since it was suspicious that it could be a murder, none of the tenants nor anyone else went inside the music room.

    19 July 10.40 am

    Police officers were called, in between the time they come. We were looking at the CCTV footage of 16 July from 12 noon, because that's when she was last seen by children. The security along with 3 men got into the control room and checked it, but nothing doubtful evidents was found. I and other of friends of mine were also there, But I felt something wrong is going on.

    All of sudden, I remembered watchman saying that "A couple went to a midnight show but didn't return and it was of the ones who were living in 402, but after the 12.00 class of 16 July, piano ma'am hasn't come out of the room, How is that even possible?" I questioned them.

    Police officers entered our apartment at the right time. I explained them all the questions that rose in my mind, they checked the CCTV footage and took a record of what the night shift watchman said, that he witness them around 23.45 pm. Before getting into the room, they also checked the CCTV that happened on 18 July 23.45 pm. Since it was night the face wasn't that visible and also only one person has went out on that day and it seemed to be the couple in their car.

    19 July 11.00 am

    Seeing me figuring out things happening regarding the mystery, the police called me to accompany him to the piano room 404. My mom hesitated because she didn't want me to get indulged in this piano case. But, the police compelled me to come with him to help him find things, along with us 2 police woman also came. All the people now stood in the 2nd floor 402 and 404.

    Before finding evidence in the piano room, instead the police tried to see the piano teacher's house. So that there might be possibilities of finding any clue there. Police got spare key from security and went inside I did also go in. The house was so neat and tidy. We went inside the piano room of her house, there were only few notes kept on the notes holder of the piano, it was a electric piano and it was set to be play automatically, because no one was there in the house.

    The very next room was 404, the music room of our apartment. The police got in, but this seemed to be a little suspicious. It had blood stains all over the floor and even over the piano keys the keys were soaked in water, tears maybe. In between two keys blood river was flowed. This made the police confirm that she has been murdered. I was standing near the piano and the police asked me:
    "Did you get any clues?"
    "No Sir" I replied.
    As I walked forward I felt like I stamped something, I bent down and to my surprise it was my mother's bracelet I am pretty sure that it is my mothers and no one could ever have this, because she customized it for herself in the gold shop, in which she wanted a FJ embedded on it, because she is "Florence Joy" and the bracelet had the same FJ on it with red stains over. I looked at her face, she was all sweating, I could see the tension on her face. (After some calculations in my mind, she didn't come with us to the wedding, and a day before we return the teacher has been murdered.) Now I concluded that the murderer was my very own mother, but Why should she would've did it?

    ~ THE END ~

    ...

    Genre : Crime Mystery

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #writersbay #story #crime #mystery #piano

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  • raman_writes 23w

    बेज़ार

    बेज़ार ख़्याल को हमेशा दफ़न कर देना चाहिए ।

    साजिशों से मिलकर वो खूबसूरत नहीं बनता ।।


    ©raman_writes

  • the_dawn_wisper 23w

    ANGEL in disguise ✨

    "Ne'vr try to hurt them!"
    With your inhuman nature
    Don't let a women suffer
    She is everything ,
    She is a mother,
    "She makes a beautiful world!"
    ©the_dawn_wisper

  • inked_paper_coffee 24w

    This post simply rely on some evil deeds. Facts but the real subjects are not mentioned.
    Picture credit: Pinterest
    #mirakee #writersnetwork #unheard #crime #facts #2020 #plainly_written #pinterest

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    Unheard Voices

    That expectant mother died with her soul in the womb,
    God knows how it felt hearing such a grave news,

    He was killed post a false accuse, followed selling his organs out by the so called doctor.

    She was molested, about to be raped in the quarantined bed, God knows how it felt hearing such an evil tidings.

    The medias vomited these all, Its like dumping the corpse in the river which end up washing up in the news the next day with the morning tea.

    Unpredictable beings, mortal men are, done things spilled with contradict that undoubtedly shamed the devils.

    Some people worship the devil, you know that.
    Though the devil worship some such men,
    That's the difference between me and you.

    ©inked_paper_coffee