Another Perfect Murder
Its now been past
one year and I can now rest in peace and enjoy the sweet fruits of labor. I
had always prided myself on my presence of mind and intellect. From an early
age I was aware of my good looks and I could easily make boys dance around me. The
only thing that I was lacking was money. My father was a worker in a factory
and though we were not poor, I never had the kind of money to buy whatever I
wanted, whenever I wanted. My father used tell me, “Aditi, never keep money as
the target. Money will automatically come when you work sincerely.”
At an early age of
23, I was married off to Sujay who was a businessman. He was not very good looking
but was rich and had a good running business. Sujay lived in his independent two
storied bungalow which was a kilometer away from his parent’s bungalow. It was
not big, but it was independent and provided privacy with its tall walls. He
also had another bungalow on the outskirts of the city. This bungalow was used
to entertain guests and had a well-equipped bar. With this background, there
was no reason why I would not marry Sujay.
The first couple of
years were good but after the birth of our son Rushi, things started go
downhill and within a couple of months time came when our expenses could not
match the earnings. Sujay started drinking heavily and we used to fight
regularly. Sujay started accusing me of spending far too much. He never
understood that as a husband it was his responsibility to provide for his
family and he was just not able to deliver.
Money supply became
so tight that we even used to joke about kidnapping someone just to get a good
amount of money. Slowly Sujay started to seriously think about really
kidnapping children. He was probably under a lot of pressure as his pride was
hurt. He had to provide for a new born baby and a beautiful wife who he
thought would leave him if the money was not there.
It was a Saturday
evening when we were invited to my in-laws house for a family get together. To
keep the facade of well being intact, we had retained services of Suman as
Aaya for Rushi. She was young girl of 19. She used to be around the whole day
working in and around the house and tending to Rushi whenever required. That
evening I asked her to stay with us as we would return late in the night from my
in-laws.
Sujay had had his
second peg around six in the evening while surfing the internet, probably for one
of those half-brained get-rich-soon schemes, when he turned to me with a sadistic glint in his eyes.
“Aditi, we can be
richer by twenty five lakhs!”, he said.
Getting no response
from me he continued, “This afternoon Suman gave me a lottery ticket that she
had bought. While she did not hope to win, she asked me to check on the website.
And guess what ….. her ticket is the lucky ticket ….. twenty five f**kin
lakhs!!”
I didn’t like the
idea of stealing the ticket from her, but he interrupted my thoughts when
he said this money can be ours if Suman does not exist.
“Murder?” , I heard
myself croaking. No. I was against
murdering anyone. The small talks and jokes about kidnapping were OK but murder?
We had to get to our in-laws in a couple of hours and here my husband after a couple of drinks was
talking murder. But from what he explained, he seemed to have worked it all very well in those few seconds.
He kept the ticket
in his wallet and continued, “You call Suman here for some work and I’ll grab
her from behind and finish her. You then go to my parents’ house by taxi. Tell
them the car wouldn’t start & that I’ll join later. I’ll disturb the house,
break some items to make it seem like a burglary. We will act surprised when we
return at night and call the police.”
Sujay had a fertile
mind but he hardly gave me any time to realise what could go wrong in this plan.
I tried to think of situations of how this can go wrong, but this plan made on
the fly, seemed to be fool proof.
I added some adult
cough syrup to Rushi’s milk and asked Suman to put him to sleep. This would
ensure that he did not wake up for another 4 hours. Sujay put on a rain suit
and hid in the niche between the stairs and the kitchen. He was looking funny
in the rain suit worn inside the house.
I called for Suman. A soon as she walked down the stairs and looked at me enquiringly, Sujay came from behind her, covered her mouth with one hand and slit her throat with the other. All this happened in less than a second.
I called for Suman. A soon as she walked down the stairs and looked at me enquiringly, Sujay came from behind her, covered her mouth with one hand and slit her throat with the other. All this happened in less than a second.
I was horrified at
the sight of blood oozing out of what used to be her throat. He kept on
stabbing her from sides. It was all over in just a couple of minutes. She fell
on the floor.
It took me some time
to gain my composure and I left for my in-laws home. Sujay joined me an hour
later. He cited the delay to his car's battery problem. Throughout the evening I was distracted and found it difficult to strike normal conversations, but Sujay seemed to have overcome it
all. During the conversations he did mention that business was weak and he had
also started buying lottery tickets to try his luck. This was much joked about,
and all of us laughed.
We returned after
mid-night and on the way back Sujay told me that he had removed the jewelry
from the bedroom to make it look like a burglary and hid it under the car seat along with Suman's cellphone. It would stay there till the
police closed the case.
We approached the
house and saw that the lights were off. We opened the door and put on the lights.
We entered the living room and saw Suman lying on the floor in a pool of blood
at the end of the room. Her clothes were in shambles. I screamed and Sujay held
me from falling. We stepped back and called 100.
The police came in
15 minutes and started their usual questions. The next 10 days were very
painful. The forensic reports suggested the time of murder to be near about
time of our leaving the house and we knew that (as expected) we were prime
suspects. After all the murder took place in our house. But the police could not pin any blame on us till they knew about the
motive. And what motive could a well-established married couple with an infant
have in murdering a lowly servant? Our mobile phone records also supported
whatever we had told the police.
The police also made
enquiries with the guests who were at my in-law’s place. The piece of
information of Sujay joining late raised suspicions, but he fended it with the
excuse of car battery trouble. Luckily for him some unknown passer by had seen
him looking into the open car bonnet. Lucky for him!
The police
investigation suggested a theory that maybe Suman had a boyfriend who committed
this crime or with the missing jewelry, burglary could be another angle. Her
partially unclad clothes also suggested physical assault among other things. But they were not able to reach to
any conclusion. That’s when they started harassing us. They started making
allegations.
Three weeks after
this incident and after the harassment from police, Sujay started cracking
under the pressure. He started having nightmares. He again started drinking
heavily. I used this as a reason to berate about police atrocity on a poor
house-wife who was also mother to an infant.
This seemed to work as
the police seemed to tone down their pressure tactics. But Sujay was losing it. He started
saying that he would go to the police to confess the crime. This alarmed me as
it would mean I would also go to jail. I did not want to go to jail. I used to
console Sujay, but he was sinking. I could see it.
I decided to protect
myself. I suggested a plan to Sujay. He could go underground but it will bring him under suspicion. A better way would be that he writes a letter to me
confessing that he had an affair with Suman and in the event of things that happened he
was going away from his house. He would also write that though he was in no away connected to the murder, he would return only when he makes peace
with himself. He would further write that he was so distressed that he was even contemplating suicide. I told him that he had enough money with him to sustain a year,
post which he could contact me by sending a letter. In the meanwhile, I would
encash the lottery ticket, and we could begin life anew.
Sure enough in the
next interaction with police, he mentioned in the presence of his lawyer that
he felt disgusted with the police’s line of investigation and felt like getting
away from all this. He also mentioned that he felt like killing himself.
At home, I typed out
the letter for him and he signed it.
A few days later I
decided to implement my plan. I put my baby to sleep using the cough syrup and
leaving my phone in the house, took Sujay to our farm house in our car. He
started drinking as expected and I kept him engaged all the time with my
talking. He got heavily drunk and passed out on the sofa. It took me huge
effort to drag him into the bath tub and drown him. Drunk as he was, he put up
only a feeble fight.
Before leaving I
looked around the house to ensure everything was the way I wanted. I walked to
the main road and got onto a shared Auto rickshaw. I changed the auto three
times before reaching home at 9 PM.
The next day I
called Sujay on his phone. It went unanswered (as expected). I called a few
more times in the next hour. Later I went to his study table where I discovered
the letter that he had written.
I called the police
and told them among sobs how on the previous day he had told me that he did not
find a reason to live and later in the day he had left letting me know that he
would return late and that today morning after calling him several times I discovered
his letter. During the enquiry the police came to know about our farm house and
insisted on going there.
I went with them and
found our car parked inside. I called his cellphone once more and we could hear
the phone ringing. We went inside and saw his lifeless body in the bath tub.
Another three months
had passed and the usual police investigation resulted in nothing. They
concluded that though Sujay had not confessed to Suman’s murder, it was
apparent that he had killed her. That’s why he felt guilty. He probably fell
into the bath tub after he was heavily drunk leading to his drowning. During
post mortem, water was indeed found in his lungs and it was also proved that he
was heavily drunk. Discovery of the missing jewelry and Suman's phone in the car also pointed
towards Sujay’s involvement.
Now its past a year
and the case has been officially closed. I have the money from the lottery
ticket as well as a crore from Sujay’s insurance policy along with the
ownership of two bungalows. It seems after a long-time life has at last been fair
to me.
Cheers to me!
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