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Can You Kill Her *******************************************
Posted by Madhuriesingh on 06 June 2008
He opened the underground water tank...suddenly a stench left Babulal
dizzy...he caught hold of the nearby guava tree, and managed to
maintain his balance . He wanted to shout , but his voice failed him
miserably. Then he just slumped on the floor, leaving the iron lid of
the tank fall with a big bang !
Sarita came running after hearing the loud noise! "What happened
Babulal ?" She asked the still white faced Babulal, who was as life
less as what he had seen! Sarita came near the tank and shook him
hard. Tear were flowing down the eyes of Babulal incessantly. All he
could manage was to point out at the tank lid.
Sarita still puzzled at his behavior, tried to lift the heavy iron lid
but could even budge it..She called her husband.."Ajee sunte ho ! Come
here soon ! " The tall 6-feet framed Gyan ji, came hurried yet
calmly. "Can you help me, open this lid!" Gyan ji , who was as it is
tensed since last two days of press hounding him, came and lifted the
lid in one go ! Babulal's head again turned toward the water
inside. By now his tears were slower but his sobs had become
audibles.. He pointed again inside. " Bhabhi ji" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gyan ji who was about to leave , stopped.! Sarita and Gyanji looked
at each other and then inside.! Gyanji left control of the lid !
Sarita who used to think she could handle anything under the sun,
Gyanji who could feel his legs weakening had no choice but to hold his
wife with his trembling hands ! "Babulal, help me" ! Babulal , the
loyal orderly, picked up his madam's legs while the IG Mr Gyan
Prakash, lifted his wife's torso towards the bedroom from the
aangan. Sarita was unconscious. Babulal looked still a mess. Gyanji
still dazed, was wondering who to call. "Should I call the
police ?" , but I am the head of police here ...
He just sat there on the mattress bought by the dowry of his one
year old wedded daughter -in law
The DIL was missing since last 48 hours, after a fight and argument
that had prompted him to take some cruel measures against his rebel
DIL. He was 100 % sure that his police training will help him save his
skin anytime !
He and his wife had tied the DIL with ropes then covered her with
loads of new paper sheets. And using his old walking stick both
husband and wife had taken turns to beat the poor DIL who had lost her
consciousness long back.. Thinking she was will not move, they
untied her and placed her on her bed !
The husband ,Manoj was not coming back for another 15 days from his
short trip toUK.
Sarita and Gyanji, ate their dinner, watched all the tv serials one by
one, jumping from zee to sony to star...then came and were ready to
sleep off, to get ready for another busy day next morning. In
between they would look at each other from the corner of their eyes.
Both did not speak a single word. Sarita, could not control her
curiosity. She went to check the damage she had done ...!
Mithu was still unconscious !
Sarita slowly lifted the dupatta around the hands of her DIL. Smiled
at the achievement , as there was no mark even as tiny as an ant on
the hands. Newspaper did its miraculous job after all!
She checked the back too to assure herself and probably to satisfy
her sadist mind, that had been itching for last many years!
She closed the door, not locking it, as she knew the maid would come
by and knock at the DIL's door early morning. Again with the
satisfied look and smile she gives one more look at the hapless girl ,
and returns to her bed, where Gyan ji was already snoring...
The incessant knocking at the door by the maid, woke first Sarita and
They frown at the un expected thought and wore their slippers
simultaneously and ran towards the noise!
The maid with a tray of tea was knocking . The tray was by now looking
quite shabby with the spilled over hot tea ! Sarita pushed Gauri to
her left side and sternly asks her to stop making noise.
"What happened? Why are you creating a ruckus here ?" She questioned
Gauri, trying to control her worry. "Hope everything is fine" she said
aloud..which was meant not for her DIL but for her own latent
She pushes the door hard , which opens without any resistance !
Angrily she turns back to give her usual dirty look to the maid , who
had by now managed to squeeze inside the room ! Inside, Mithu was
not on the bed. Sarita knocks the door of the bathroom and tells
Gauri, "Keep the tea here and leave" .
Guari moves the bedsheet and places the tray on the bed. She wipes off
all the spilled tea with a tissue paper and leaves the room to start
her breakfast routine in the kitchen ! Sarita sits down on the bed,
picks up the tea meant for her DIL and takes a sip. Her thoughts are
now much sober metamorphing from the criminal to a casual mother in
law type !
In her thoughts she doesn't even realize that she has neared the last
sip and still there was no sound in the bathroom. She gulps the final
sip of tea, keeps the cup back on the tray! Thats when it dawns upon
her the scary thought! She gets up and starts banging the bathroom
door with both her hands!
Again the maid runs back in ! "What happen Bhabhiji ? Why is Didi
not opening the door ? " while uttering these words she opens the
latch which was locked from outside ! The door ajar, no one
inside! Sarita can feel tiny droplets of sweat on her forehead
forcing themselves out ! Suddenly her head has become heavy and her
jaws clenched tight, she starts breathing heavily !
Gauri runs out and starts looking into all other rooms and attached
bathrooms one by one! She peeps out of the kitchen window to check for
any missing car ! None ! All the cars were still at the parking ! She
runs back and nearly screams at Sarita ! " Didi is not in the
house ! "
By now Gyanji has understood the whole scene. After all he was a gold
medalist IPS officer , batch 1968 , the National Police Academy ,
hyderabad ! His mind starts working on damage control. He calls the
local SHO to come home asap ! Then he calls Mithu's parents at
Bangalore ! The maid picks up the call at the other end. Without
letting the cat out of the bag, he asks her " Lakshmi, how is
everything? " . "All is fine saab ji, how is didi ? ". He mumbles
something and disconnects the call.
Now he could feel his brain doing a tandav , jumping from one
thought to another, not able to reach any logical conclusion ! He
makes a call to Manoj, but throws away the cell phone on the sofa out
of anger, when the call could not be connected ! Damn Airtel !
His phone rings again. He rushes to pick up the call assuming its his
" Yes Hello IG Gyan Prakash here !" , he nearly yells on the
"Goodmorning Sir ! I am calling on behalf of Channel six sir ! We
have received a vcd which you might be interested in sir ! May I come
there with my team sir ?
Also we would be asking a few questions to your wife along with you
sir. " "hello sir, are you listening ? ".
Exactly 10 minutes later the whole IG bungalow at greater kailash
II ,new delhi, was swamped with press from different TV channels and
print media !
Gyanji was hoping this was just a mere dream and soon he would be
woken up by his wife with a cup of tea !
"Goodmorning Sir " , said Charu, the reporter from Crimes India of
channel six entering the living room steps ! The smile on her face was
that of a winner who has just won a million dollar lottery and was
about to cash on the same.
"Sir the copy of the vcd is sent to the CID for their observation and
comment. I would like you to see the vcd yourself before rest of the
press is handed a copy as asked by the sender ! " , Charu said trying
to control the eagerness in her voice!
"Saritaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ! Come here ! " Gyanji was livid and
shaking with hundreds of emotions running down his mind !
Sarita was unable to believe her eyes! What was playing in front of
her eyes was like a nightmare.
By then the chief of crimes department from CID Mr Ray had also
entered the living room and was watching at the TV screen with
<< Sarita enters the room of her son and daughter in law, Manoj and
Mithu . She has a bottle of cough syrup, Corex ! Manoj was suffering
from very bad cold and flu since last one week ! She gives him two
large spoons of the cough syrup. After a while she is back in to the
room with a glass of water and two tablets of DCold. Manoj pops them
and thanks his mom! She asks him if he had packed his warm clothing !
Manoj nods his head that was already blasting with terrible pain. He
asks his mom to give him something for his headache.
Sarita who had turned into self doctor since Manoj was born, thought
for a moment and came back with a paracetamol 500 mg.
By now she had given Manoj a potent dose of vasodialators, central
nervous system depressant and blood thinner to his already weak body
to take Manoj into hopeless state of drowsiness !
Mithu was silently watching the whole scene from the corner of the
wardrobe door. Tears flowing down her eyes. ( how well the camera had
captured her sadness !). Wondering silently, did she do anything
wrong in making him have two large goblets of wine and a large whiskey
on the occasion of their marriage anniversary tonight ! May be that
was the cause of the severe headache!
Manoj asks Mithu to call mom and dad. When they arrive he, bends down
to touch their feet and hugs them.
Knowing that the odd flight timing of 2:00 am by Lufthansa Airlines
will not be too comfortable for anyone in the chilling december night
in Delhi to drive a distance of 30 km and back, everyone bid good
Lights go off and everything is eerily quite ! The camera very
vividly captured the hatred in the eyes of Gyanji and Sarita,
mercilessly hitting Manoj, covered under pile of newspaper ! The
vcd runs blank for next 5 minutes or so which seemed more than
Babulal, was looking at his Saab and Bhabhi ji with disbelief and
Why , what, why was the only question that everyone was asking but no
one was ready to break the ice !
Sarita and Gyanji slumped on the sofa!
Babulal, calls to the CID c
hief and points to the underground water tank, where Manoj's body had
been floating upside down !
TV channels and print media have a ball of a time replaying the vcd on
and on causing an avalanche of emotional stirring within the
Gyanji and Sarita were sent to NIMHANS at Bengaluru for their mental
analysis before sending to the jails separately, Gyan ji to the Naini
central jail and Sarita to the Tihar jail for life !
The judge sentenced them to 125 years of life to suffer and bear the
pain of loss of their son alone with inmates who were also waiting to
see what kind of parents can kill their only son with such a master
plan and for a mere insurance of Rs five crore !
She reads the last line of the verdict being displayed on the large
lcd screen of the Avon Cruise , thinking why did Manoj cheat on her,
when she had loved him with all her heart, fought with her parents to
spend her life with the only man she trusted in this world !
© Madhurie Singh., all rights reserved.
Horrified_Harihar wrote on 07 June, 2008
This is the mother of all blogs!!!
Ranger wrote on 07 June, 2008
Are you the self defence expert?
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