Chapter 8: Clear as Diwali Moonlight
Saboot were as clear as Diwali ki poornima.
Kisi ko doubt nahi tha; even the oldest ladies said, "Saboot toh saaf hai."
Shyam, driven by hawas, had broken into Jitendra’s house to assault Anjali. She resisted, so he killed her…
But what puzzled sabko was this: forensic report said all the bad kaam Anjali suffered happened before maut. How did she bear so much pain bina chillaye?
Maybe, if she’d screamed, the child next door would have woken and been in danger too.
Maybe, for her baccha, she suffered in silence.
A maa ka pyaar has no limit.
The murder weapon was thrown in the yard—it was Jitendra’s own kulhadi.
It had both Shyam’s and Jitendra’s ungliyon ke nishaan.
That was normal.
In gaon, auzaar were shared, going from one ghar to another. Nobody thought much; aadhe mard had held that kulhadi at least once. Still, that din, it became a shraap.