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Part 11 "Kritika Sharma is a very strong woman,"remarked Meena. "You are right," said Detective Dhyani. "She will shield Dina and Anil on all accounts...she is a woman who believes in upholding family and honour." "You are wrong. She will not shield Anil on one account." "What is that?" "Patience, my dear sister. All in good time." "You are exasperating." "That," said Detective Dhyani, "is a compliment." A grinning Detective Dhyani and an exasperated Meena walked to the hotel where they were staying while on the track of the Chetna Verma murder case. * Kabir Mishra was walking along, lost in thought, when he met Chahat. "Hullo, Chahat." "Hello, Kabir." "What are you doing down here?" "Nothing, just a little holiday .." she answered with hesitation. "Well, at least I hoped so." "Yeah, this damned murder business certainly must have ruined it." "Yes." There was a pause for a few seconds. "How is Tina?" ventured Chahat. "I heard you were engaged..." "Very well, thank you," said Kabir. Chahat wondered if the bitterness she heard in his voice was a figment of her imagination...She had loved him passionately after all... She was interrupted from her thoughts by Kabir's voice. "So, I'd better reach the store. Hanker a bit longer and there'll be crowds of reporters teeming around.Bye." "Bye," she answered, waving after him. TO BE CONTINUED COPYRIGHT YASHVI BANSAL
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I killed her, oh.. she was pretty, I mean, her heart was pretty, So I pulled my knife out of my pocket and jabbed it inside.. inside her.. Until she cried, not in pain, but in disappointment. And finally, she got numb. Dead.
I meet her, everyday, in the mirror, She looks at me, I know. But I don't look at her anymore.. Maybe because I'm ashamed of killing her smile, for others. She used to tell me, "Girl, you're a perfect person. And you don't need to become something which you're not, just because they said!" But I paid no heed, which in turn gave space to hatred in my body, which was differentiating into my body and spreading everywhere, like any poison.. And I mistook it as any flower, blooming to give fruit, I didn't understand, the fruit was the ripening poison.
I've always tried to become their expectations, My own wishes became my restrictions, So I tried poisoning my wishes, from the poisonous fruit growing in me, I didn't notice, my soul is dead now, because of me. I said, I've to kill you, dear soul because.. because if not today, then tomorrow you'll die in shame, when you'll become old, So please! Come on and listen to everybody's thinking and experience, which they consider as love, O poor soul, you didn't listen me.. why? I'm sorry, I killed you, so young.. I thought I was trying to let you die beautifully, when old. I know, you blame me! You blame me because I'm your murderer, Who jabbed you without any mercy as if.. as if... You're the only sin I always endured! I don't even know how to look at you in the mirror, dead soul.. You don't scare me, but you're afraid, because to everybody, you're sold. Sold. Used. Thrown away! So I decided, to kill you, to keep you away! From me, the one who tried to make you a part of this business! Business of pseudo love! And I killed you, I killed you, my love.
I know, you hate me so much, because in place of yours, I opted to create a crater, So that you stay alive to see me through this glass of the mirror, and kill me everyday from those sharp look of your eyes, that I still appreciate.. Appreciate because, they hold the shine so strong, which was not liked by everybody, because the glance of your shine was burning hearts of hatred! So, I killed you, happily. Your life seems peaceful here, because you've "me" to blame, your murderer.
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RECAP:Detective Dhyani interrogates Mrs. Kritika Sharma, mother of Mrs.Dina Sharma.
* "Ma'am, how well did you know Chetna Verma?" "She was my daughter's neighbor, not mine." "So you do not live with your daughter?" Kritika Sharma replied sharply,"No. I came to take care of her...She is...apparently not well.That husband of hers doesn't care for her the way he should." Detective Dhyani inquired gently,"You are bitter towards him, aren't you?" "None of your business." "Ma'am, the roots are always raked up in a case of murder, and hostility goes down as a negative sign..." Kritika Sharma fumed. She replied scathingly, "I'll let you know about this Very Personal Business if you leave my daughter out of this." Detective Dhyani leaned forward. She spoke softly, "I can't promise happiness, but I can promise a little less pain..." Kritika sighed,"You do know how to get to people, don't you? Very well. Dina and Anil were childhood friends. Dina was very fond of him from the start...and then one day, fancied herself in love..." Detective Dhyani could not help thinking that it rather sounded like Dina had not fancied herself in love, she had been in love. The protective mother couldn't see that though... Kritika Sharma's sharp voice as she narrated the tales of the past brought Detective Dhyani back to reality, as had happened multiple times before. Kritika really was a very imposing woman... "Dina asked Anil to marry her one day. He agreed, told her he loved her too...and then, just like that, they were married. He has been clever, really clever, saw what a fool my daughter is..." "It could be," suggested Detective Dhyani, "that he truly loved her." "Loved her?" snorted Kritika. "My foot! We are all fools in love, and Dina's no exception! Anil is though..." she muttered with quiet rage. "Your daughter is, I presume ,twenty nine, Ma'am?" "That is correct." "And her husband?" "Anil," said Kritika, as if she could not bear him being referred to as her daughter's husband, "is thirty-one." "Thank you Mrs Sharma. You have proved most helpful..." TO BE CONTINUED COPYRIGHT YASHVI BANSAL #murder_vi
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Sitting alone In the forest so deep On midnight By the side of a stream Thoughts engulfing me Or maybe just a dream I start to hum a tune When suddenly I hear a voice Not so sweet In a creeky manner Which said "What makes you come here?" My heart begins to race Skipping a beat or two My lips sealed Unable to get up Due to the numbness of my skin I dropped down on the ground Unable to look back Unconscious and fearful I somehow manage To stand Not looking back I take out my cellphone Running away to safety I call 911 Sweaty palms and numb body I somehow Gush towards safeguard The officials arrived I collapsed on the ground Reviving me Were two women officers While the rest were busy Capturing the old man Fortunate enough I survived For had I not been quick My body would be found Far away from the world But near to the hounds For he was no spirit But a blood thirsty man A psychopath so terrible Twenty five had died Unescaped My scared but witty mind Overpowered him "Many criminal records, Unheard complaints, The long lost cries" The officials then told me Relieved was I Sipping on a bottle of water Thanking God I was escorted home Safe and sound I dashed on my bed Though my heart still beating hard But my mind was at ease.