Her Daughter’s Revenge: The Law Can’t Save You
Chapter 5: Revenge Strikes Again
A murder in a nearby town sent us scrambling.
The call came as I poured chai. “Sir, ek aur murder ho gaya.” The cup trembled in my hand.
A twelve-year-old, Kunal Sharma, was killed in broad daylight near his school.
The street bustled with schoolchildren, mothers, shopkeepers. No one expected death to arrive so boldly.
Witnesses saw a woman, face masked, dupatta wound tight, gloves on her hands, black shoes—city-bought, someone said.
She approached Kunal calmly, pulled a fruit knife from her pocket, and slashed his throat. Blood spurted. Children screamed. The killer melted into the crowd.
CCTV caught it all. We watched the footage, frame by frame, the horror replaying endlessly.
We launched a manhunt, blocking roads, searching every alley. The town became a maze of barricades and nervous glances.
It was almost certainly Kavita Mohan. And Kunal had been one of Ananya’s tormentors.
Inspector Javed fumed, “Arrey yaar, I already notified those families… Didn’t expect the killer to be so bold…”
We checked on the other families. One was out of state, but Mehul Singh, another perpetrator, still lived nearby. We posted constables outside his house, warning them, "Wahan se hilna mat. Kuch bhi ho sakta hai."
But Kavita underestimated us. Haryana police on alert moves fast. Within three hours, we caught her—quietly, no drama, just a cold surrender.
Her laughter rang out, sharp as a temple bell at midnight. The constable on duty crossed himself and muttered, “Bhoot-pret toh nahi hai?”
The real killer was in custody. But the unease in our hearts only grew.
