Chapter 6: The Interrogation and Its Shadows

The small interrogation room was crowded—four officers, one suspect. The fan spun lazily, stirring up old dust and memories. Kavita sat with hands folded, gaze unblinking.

She grinned, lips stretched too wide, as if she’d forgotten how to stop. Her eyes shone with a mad clarity.

No matter what we asked, she laughed—an empty, chilling sound.

Inspector Javed lost his temper, slammed the table, demanded confessions. Kavita giggled in reply.

We had rock-solid evidence for Kunal’s murder, but the Priyansh massacre was different—no proof, no confession, only suspicion.

Her silence—her laughter—became a wall we could not breach.

I felt a knot of dread. Was she truly insane? Or was this all a carefully planned act?

I pulled the team aside, suggested we check her medical records. If she was acting, she was a master. No ordinary person could hold their nerve like that.

Inspector Javed argued, “Pagal hai toh yeh sab kaise kiya?” Sandeep pointed out her behaviour matched madness.

Then Inspector Raghavan arrived, waving a file. “The information department just found it—Kavita’s medical record. She really is a psychiatric patient.”

The diagnosis: intermittent psychosis. The cause: trauma from her daughter’s suffering.

A mother’s pain, sharpened into violence. The law has boundaries—a mother’s rage does not.

With such a diagnosis, she would likely never face criminal punishment.