September 23rd, 2018
Huge crowd in front of the Prison were chanting praises for the ex-minister who is now going into prison for the murder he never did.
Oh, then how is it he goes to prison? Because, no one knows about it, except the one person in the crowd.
How did he know? Because he was the one who framed the minister in this.
His name is Rakesh. He was a humble and sincere police officer. Now he is different. Not the one like he was before 7 years when it was easy for the Minister and his journalist girlfriend to easily fix him in a murder and made him suffer for 7 long years. He paid a high price for his sincerity. It cost his lovely wife & daughter also, who was killed by them.
Rakesh, a strict & honest police who crossed the politician and lost his badge and life.
With a satisfied and content heat, he started walking back and took an auto to his home. He was astonished to see himself in this new avatar.
Sometimes, the betrayal makes you take the extreme steps. Especially when you lose your loved ones for being right in what you are doing.
Just 2 months back, Rakesh was stepping out of this same prison, completing his 7 years. He was in no mood to live. Yes, when you have no one to care or no one to care for you, what’s the meaning of a life?
But, the way he was betrayed made him take extreme steps. He wanted revenge. He wanted to grab the politician by his shirt and at least slap him to get some peace. But, he knew it is next to impossible to get near him. But he was happy that all that he wished happened in its own way.
On the way back, the Bar fell in his vision. The place where it all started.
August 27th, 2018
Rakesh overheard the driver of the politician talking to his colleagues in the bar.
He came to know that the minister has taken the car himself to his girlfriend place, and do not want the driver with him.
Rakesh knows what’s cooking. The politician should be going to that Pub and at night it would be a fun party at the journalist’s beach house.
Rakesh planned quick. He went to the journalist house which was a nice big villa just outside the city. Rakesh was always wondering how these journalists makes so much money to build such beach houses which are used only for a few occasions.
Since it was outside the city, it made Rakesh life easy. He made it into the villa much easier than he thought.
He entered her room and was surprised to see how it was maintained. There were crumbles of paper here and there.
There are a few things she does once back home. But whatever misses, her lip gloss routine will never be missed. She could never be seen without her makeup and lip gloss.
Rakesh prayed that she should have been continuing the same habit in these 7 years too.
Knowing what’s in the store once they come back, he poisoned her favorite lip gloss. The intention was to kill both. Let them die peacefully, kissing each other. The last Sweet Kiss.
He then left to wait outside the villa to see how his plan forwards.
After about an hour of waiting, the journalist’s car went in followed by the politician’s car.
He was hoping for the best, and when he was about to leave, he saw that the Journalist car coming out of the villa. Looking at the speed at which it was driven, he could guess that something is not ok.
Disappointed, and wondering why is it only the Journalist going out so urgently he went back home. He could not sleep.
How could he? He missed a chance of getting justice to his loved family. Thoughts about his wife & daughter, made him sleep without his own knowledge.
August 28th, 2018
Next morning, he woke late only to see on the TV that the Politician was being arrested.
He sat straight, increased the volume of the TV.
He watched the scrolling pane at the bottom. It read “Minister killed the Journalist. #MediaSupressed”
Media was repeatedly showing a table with some objects, the dead body of her, and arrested minister clipping.
Rakesh was confused as for what and how did this happen.
He carefully looked into the objects shown on TV. Then he realized.
The lipstick mark on the paper cup showed that his plan did work. It had few crumbles of paper, a hairclip, hmm, getting ready for the fun, and a car key. The car key was circled and zoomed every few seconds.
The anchor was shouting at top of her voice “Yesterday night, the Minister, killed the journalist with poison. But while escaping from the murder spot, he was so much in tension, and also drunk that he took the wrong car back home.” She was trying to get some advantage for her TV by sensationlizing the news. First time, Rakesh loved such sensationalising.
The happiness of Rakesh had no boundaries. He was thanking God for being with him to get the justice.
He wiped the tears on his eyes and said to himself – he had done the duty as a good husband and a father.
September 23rd, 2018
The politician spent all his money, tried to buy many police officers, but all in vain. The solid proof of his car key, and the fact that he flew from her in Journalist car, made it impossible for anyone to break the case.
Even if Rakesh wanted to fix the minister he could not have made so sweet. He thanked God!
He opened his eyes, and auto just reached his home. Paid for the auto, entered his home and sat on his bed.
Tonight, he will have a peaceful sleep.