It was dawn. knockout shafts of sun were visible in the east. The soft light entered the house through the window cracks, but it could do nothing to abolish the terrible, dark recollections of the night. A terrible silence hung over the house, a testament to the brutal butchery that had taken place. Shattered glass lay scattered across the bottom, glistering in the sun, while bloodstains cleaved to the walls and bottom like unforgettable oils. Objects were thrown far and wide. Around the house, the chittering of catcalls and the faint sounds of the megacity waking up could be heard, yet the house itself was firmed in the grasp of death, like a cemetery.
Ram was still firmed by the window like a statue. There was a void in his eyes, which were searching for someone, trapped in an endless depth, devoid of all emotion. His parents were gone. His mind had not completely grasped what had happed. Confused and hazy, he knew that commodity terrible had passed. sluggishly, with pulsing legs, he ran to his parents' room, calling out," mama Dad." There, his father, Srinivas Rao, and his mama , Suhasini, lay industriously in a pool of blood. In their eyes, the last trace of immense love and fear for Ram was visible, as if their final ganders were filled with the desire to cover him. Ram, in shock, stumbled backward, his eyes spinning. He collapsed, crying," mama. mama." His life had suddenly plunged into darkness. An endless emptiness, pain, and a intimidating helplessness filled Ram's mind.
Just like every other day, Srinivas Rao's jeep motorist, Chary, got ready for his duty in the morning. He situated the government- handed Mahindra Commander jeep in front of Srinivas Rao's house and honked habitually. Ten twinkles passed, but Srinivas Rao did not come out. One time. two times. three times. half an hour passed without any response. A feeling of apprehension began to stir in Chary's mind. Why was not the CI Sir, who was always on time, coming out? A strange fear gripped him, and anxiety settled in his heart.
" Why has n't Sir come yet? He noway does this." he murmured to himself. His inner voice advised him that commodity was out moment. conservative got out of the jeep and sluggishly walked towards the house gate. The gate cinch, which was generally latched, looked as if it had been forced open. Seeing the gate ajar, his heart pounded." Did someone come in? Were they stealers? Or. did commodity terrible be?" colorful reservations filled his mind, and fear enveloped him. He looked around nervously, as if to see who was there. No bone
was in sight. As he sluggishly stepped onto the veranda , he saw haphazard objects and, most importantly. sanguine blood- stained shoe prints each over the bottom. There were not just one or two; there were numerous vestiges, easily indicating that commodity had happed. Seeing them, a shiver ran down Chary's chine. His mouth came fully dry. His heart rate increased dramatically.
" commodity happed in this house moment! This is n't normal! It's commodity horrible! It feels like a butchery!" he allowed
. His mind quivered with fear, and every snippet of his being was filled with anxiety. With his heart pounding, Chary suddenly turned and ran back to the jeep. With pulsing hands, he took the walkie- documentary from the dashboard. His hands were out of control.
With a pulsing voice, he said," Hello. Hello. motorist conservative reporting, joe! Hello! Can you hear me? Control Room, please answer! Please answer!" The earthquake in his voice was clear, a blend of fear and anxiety. He was upset that his words were not reaching the other side.
Head Constable Murthy, who was on the other end, took the walkie- documentary." This is Head Constable Murthy from the Control Room. Speak, conservative! Why are you so nervous? What happed there? Tell me calmly!" he asked anxiously. A little fear crept into Murthy's voice.
Chary started speaking in a frantic, stammering voice, unfit to catch his breath." Sir! Our CI Sir has n't come out of the house. I awaited for a long time. I called out to him and sluggishly went outside, joe. The gate cinch is broken, joe! I saw that and went forward distrustfully, calling for Sir. But. there are a lot of bloodstains on the veranda , joe! There are numerous shoe marks, joe! I feel like commodity big happed then last night, joe! I. I am veritably spooked. Please come incontinently, joe! Please come snappily!" Chary's words were stumbling. He was out of breath and panting. His heart rate had increased hectically. His helplessness was easily audible to Murthy.
Hearing Chary's words, Murthy felt as if a thunderbolt had struck his head. His face incontinently went pale, and his eyes widened. His heart pounded." What! Bloodstains?! conservative! Did you go inside the house?!" Murthy cried anxiously and nervously. The fear and fear were clear in his voice.
Chary replied with a pulsing voice," No, joe! I did not go outside. but I am suspicious, joe! I feel like commodity horrible has happed outside!" Murthy understood the earthquake in his every word.
After a moment, he composed himself and flashed back his duty as a police officer. Though his voice was easily anxious, his command was sharp." conservative! hear! Be calm! Get your courage! Just in case, take your rifle. Go outside and see. Flash back, do not touch anything! Fingerprints should not be canceled ! Be careful! We can not report directly to our advanced officers without you attesting what happed outside. So go outside and see! Report to me incontinently! Do not delay for a nanosecond! Go snappily!" he ordered. The intensity and pressure in his words were clear.
" Yes, joe! Okay!" Chary said with pulsing lips. He took the rifle from his jeep with pulsing legs. He loaded the rifle, held it forward, and pushed the main door with its butt. There was no resistance from outside. The door creaked open. The cinch set was fully broken, and it was clear that it had been forced open. sluggishly, precisely, and looking around, he took two way forward. His heart skipped a beat.
A unforeseen smell of blood hit his nose. The smell made his stomach churn, and his head felt dizzy. There was a bitter taste in his mouth. In the hall, everything was scattered, as if it had been defaced. settees and tables were capsized. There were pellet marks on the walls. The cabinetwork was torn by the pellets, and the filling came out and was spread each over the hall like snow. Bloodstains were far and wide. The bottom was horrifying and horrible. The sight set him with fear. Calling out," Sir. Ma'am." in a pulsing voice, Chary took two further way forward and looked behind a lounge. That was it! His eyes widened with fear. He felt a unforeseen jolt throughout his body, as if he'd been electrocuted. His legs quivered, and his body shook. His throat was fully dry, and no words would come out.
Behind the lounge, CI Srinivas Rao lay industriously in a pool of blood. His body was covered in injuries and pellet marks, with a deep crack in his casket. still, there was no fear on his face, only a strong determination and the mark of his last fight. His eyes were open. In those eyes, a last stopgap and endless courage to say commodity were visible. There was a gun in his hand. But his right hand, which held the gun, was stretched out to the right. as if to reach for someone's hand or to show commodity. A study flashed in Chary's mind that there might be some important substantiation next to that hand.
When Chary looked coming to that hand, his heart felt like it had stopped. His aspect
was firmed . Next to him, Srinivas Rao's woman
, Suhasini, lay industriously, her body also soaked in a pool of blood. Crying," Oh, Sir. Ma'am." conservative looked at the horrifying sight of the two of them. His eyes incontinently, and inevitably, searched for Ram. The fear and anxiety about what had happed to the boy disturbed his mind.
With a pulsing body and gashes in his eyes, he called out," Baby. Baby Ram. where are you?" His voice was pulsing, and his eyes were blurred and fully filled with gashes." Oh, Srinivas Sir! Ma'am!" he called out to Srinivas Rao and Suhasini, but there was no response. The sight deeply burdened him. He moved towards another room with pulsing legs. There, he saw Ram lying on the bottom.
conservative incontinently ran to him and touched Ram's body. There were no injuries on his body, which made a small stopgap sow in Chary's eyes. He felt as if life had returned to him. conservative wiped the gashes from his eyes with his hand and checked Ram's palpitation. When he set up that Ram was alive, a heavy cry of anguish suddenly came over him. The helplessness and immense pain of not being suitable to save CI Sir crushed his heart. Anxiety about Ram's unborn girdled him.
He understood that Ram was unconscious and that it was not right to wake him up now. Crying and pulsing, he sluggishly went back to his jeep. With a pulsing voice, he picked up the walkie- documentary." Hello. Sir." Chary said. The pain and helplessness in his voice were clear.
On the other end, Murthy, who was staying for Chary's words, cried anxiously and urgently," What's it, conservative?! How long does it take to check?! Is Sir okay? Nothing happed to him, right? What did the CI Sir say, conservative! Tell me! Tell me that nothing happed to Sir, Chary! Say commodity! Say commodity good, conservative!" The fear, expectation, and an unknown stopgap were clear in Murthy's voice. His heart was beating presto.
conservative, who was out of a reverie - suchlike state after Murthy's words, held back his wrathfulness, crying, grief, and pain. With gashes in his eyes, he cried," They killed him, joe! They. they killed our Srinivas Sir, sir! And his woman
too. They killed her severely, joe!" conservative cried loudly, his heart breaking." Ram. is. lying unconscious, joe!" His voice cracked, and every word sounded like a burial requiem.
That was it! When Head Constable Murthy heard those words, he felt as if the ground had shattered around him. He collapsed to the bottom. The walkie- documentary slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. Gashes flowed profusely from his eyes. They were not gashes; they were cataracts of grief. Seeing this, the other police officers in the police station all ran and stood around Head Constable Murthy." What's it, joe? What happed, joe? Why are you crying, joe? What happed?" they asked anxiously. Constables Lakshman, Prasad, Ramesh, and the other bobbies
questioned Murthy. Though there was fear in their voices, Murthy kept crying. Not a single word came out of his mouth. Only his heartbreaking heartbreaks were audible to everyone.
As Murthy did not say what happed despite being asked by Lakshman, Prasad, and Ramesh, Lakshman nervously picked up the walkie- documentary lying coming to Murthy and said," Hello." motorist Chary was still holding the walkie- documentary and crying. He did not say anything. Lakshman spoke loudly and furiously," Hello! conservative! Tell me what happed!"
Conservative kept crying uncontrollably." They killed them, joe. they killed them! They severely killed our CI Sir and his woman
, joe! They are n't alive, joe! Ram baby. is. lying unconscious. Please come snappily, joe!" The pain and helplessness in his words were heard throughout the station.
Lakshman's hand, which was holding the walkie- documentary, quivered. Gashes welled up in his eyes. He held on to the table in front of him for support and looked at the other bobbies
. Everyone's eyes welled up with gashes after hearing what Chary said. The news had stunned them. No bone
could speak. A intimidating silence hung over the entire station. Lakshman incontinently looked at Prasad and Ramesh and said forcefully," Everyone, let's go to Srinivas Sir's house! incontinently! Do not delay for a alternate!" He also looked at Head Constable Murthy." Murthy Sir! Murthy Sir! Be strong, joe!" he assured him. Looking directly into Murthy's eyes, he said in a low voice," If we want justice for our Sir, we must be strong, joe!" also, he took everyone and ran towards Srinivas Rao's house.
Murthy controlled himself, wiped his gashes, and picked up the phone with a pulsing voice. First, he called DGP Ramesh Varma.
After ringing four times, the phone was lifted." Hello, DGP Ramesh Varma then," he said. Murthy said," Hello. Sir. I am Head Constable Murthy, sir." The fear and pain in Murthy's voice were clear.
From the other end, DGP Ramesh Varma said in a grave voice," Ah, Murthy! What happed? You called so anxiously beforehand in the morning? Is everything alright?"
Murthy could not speak. Gashes welled up again." Sir. Sir. our Srinivas Sir. he. he's no more, joe! And on with him, Madam Suhasini also." Murthy's words stumbled.
DGP Ramesh Varma suddenly stood up from his president. His voice changed." What are you talking about, Murthy? Tell me easily! What do you mean Srinivas is no more? What happed to him?! You are talking like a madcap. Do you indeed understand what you are saying?!" he cried in a severe tone. Shock, wrathfulness, and unbelief were easily visible on his face.
Murthy said," Sir. motorist Chary called from his house, joe. He said that inside the house. Srinivas Sir and Madam were severely killed, joe! He said there are bloodstains in the house. and everything is horrible, joe!" Murthy said, still crying.
DGP Ramesh Varma's eyes widened. He took his head in his hands." Oh, God! Srinivas! How is this possible? Who has the guts to do this? This is unthinkable!" He also said to himself," Do not delay for a alternate, Murthy! incontinently shoot the forensic platoon and the canine team to Srinivas's house. Inform fresh DGP Prakash Rao incontinently and tell him to meet me!" he ordered. The violent anxiety and wrathfulness in his voice were clear." Tell the media! Do not hide this news anywhere! This news should echo on all the news channels! The public must know about this atrocity! Take all measures to catch the lawbreakers! Do not leave a single piece of substantiation behind! Whoever did this, they must be penalized! Not a single malefactor should escape! This is a dark day in police history! The people who committed this atrocity must be caught and penalized oppressively!" he said angrily. His wrathfulness had broken its walls.
Murthy adhered the DGP's orders and called fresh DGP Prakash Rao.
" Hello, Sir. I am Head Constable Murthy speaking, joe." Murthy's voice was still pulsing.
Prakash Rao said gravely," Ah, Murthy! Speak. Why are you so nervous? This beforehand in the morning?"
" Sir. I spoke with the DGP, joe. I've to give you some important news, joe. Our Srinivas Sir. he and his woman
, Suhasini. both have failed, joe! A murder has taken place in their house, joe!" Murthy said sorely, with gashes.
fresh DGP Prakash Rao suddenly moved the phone down from his observance. Shock was easily visible on his face." What, Murthy?! Are you telling the verity? Srinivas is dead? Tell me this is a taradiddle ! How is this possible? I can not believe it!" he cried, stunned. He used to treat Srinivas Rao like his own family. This news had fully devastated him.
" It's true, joe! motorist Chary just went to Srinivas Sir's house and saw it, joe. It's all a pool of blood. It's veritably horrible, joe! He said that Ram baby is lying unconscious, joe!" Murthy explained.
Prakash Rao's hands quivered. Gashes welled up in his eyes." Ram baby is still alive?" A small shaft of stopgap actualized in him. He said," I am coming to see the DGP incontinently! Were there any other details set up inside? Do not leave anything! incontinently alert all the departments! This must be a vengeance murder. There must be a big shot behind this. Oh, that Shyam who was arrested in the medicine case is still in guardianship, right? Did our CI Srinivas get any trueness from him during the interrogation? Does he know anything about the substantiation related to this medicine case?" ADGP Prakash Rao asked, also continued," This is a serious warning to our police force!" Prakash Rao commanded.
All these exchanges were easily audible to the other police officers in the station. The news of Srinivas Rao's death filled the entire station with deep sadness and wrathfulness. From that moment on, a dark chapter began in the megacity. The people were bound to fluctuate with fear and anxiety. Srinivas Rao's death was a blow to the police system and honesty, and it came the morning of a honey of vengeance. Ram's future was plunged into darkness.
What happed coming? Find out in the coming occasion.