𝙻𝚘𝚠 𝙻𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

Chapter 5: The Pledge of Janki

August 1955, Janki, or Janisha Kaimal was born in Kalimata village, Kolkata, India. She was the only child in her family. Her father, Rabindra Kaimal, was a farmer, but after his death, the family was left without a guardian. During this time, Janki became involved in theft and robbery.

When she turned 16, her mother left with a local businessman, and her other relatives dispersed one by one. In 1973, after the war, Janki left Kolkata at the age of 18 and moved to Pavna, a village in Bangladesh.

She had already saved enough money through her past activities in Kolkata, so she lived comfortably in Pavna with a new identity and persona. Renting a room alone, she began searching for a wealthy man to marry. Within a few weeks, she met Kumar, a man with land, money, and a large house who was also drawn to her beauty. He showered her with gifts like flowers and expensive accessories, which won her over, and they married after only a few weeks of dating.

When Kumar led her to his house, a sprawling mansion unlike anything Janki had ever seen, a knot of unease tightened in her stomach. Whispers flitted through the air, carried on the scent of jasmine and incense. The way maids scuttled away from her gaze, the veiled scrutiny of older women – it all whispered of a truth she wasn't meant to know. And then, the blow landed. Kumar, her husband, her charm-woven illusion, already had a wife. A woman sculpted from ice and steel, her eyes like sapphires glinting with possessiveness. Janki's world tilted, anger and betrayal churning beneath the surface, but her face, a mask of practiced serenity, hid the storm within.

Months crawled by, a fragile web of normalcy spun over the fractured trust. One moonless night, when the house lay heavy with sleep, Janki's hand, as silent as a temple serpent, reached for Kumar's sleeping form. His pajama pocket yielded the key to the vault, a secret whispered in a drunken moment. Clad in shadows, she moved with the grace of a panther, the darkness her accomplice. The vault, a treasure trove of sin, unfolded before her. Diamonds, like fallen stars, glittered in the dim light. Gold, a river of molten sunlight, filled her arms with illicit weight. Leaving Kumar to his dreams, Janki slipped into the velvet night, not alone. Beside her was Rashid, the gardener boy, his broad shoulders offering a refuge she desperately craved. No explanations, just a whispered promise of escape and a new beginning. Janki was already pregnant by Kumar, but Rashid loved her blindly, accepting her past without question. In a dingy, backstreet clinic, the unwanted child, a living testament to Kumar's deceit, was erased with his selfishness. Janki had no choice but to marry Rashid.

Dhaka, the teeming heart of Bangladesh, became their new refuge. For a year, they played at normalcy. But fate, it seemed, held a different hand. Rashid, Janki's new husband, was a failure who had no education and no skills, so he couldn't find any jobs and eventually got involved in criminal activities like theft and got caught by the local police, which sentenced him to jail for 3 years.

By now, Janki was already fed up with marriage life. Later, she starts working in a garment factory, and while working in the factory, there, amidst the whirring machines and towering fabric piles, she encountered a kaleidoscope of men, some of whom offered a fleeting escape from her lonely reality. One, in particular, drew her in with promises and stolen glances. But the sweetness of their connection proved short-lived; he left her and entered into a new relationship with another woman in the factory. Janki tried to protest against it and dared to confront him. But her protest was met with a brutal response. Some people, including her ex-boyfriend, beat her, raped her badly, and threw her at the street. On that day, Janki totally lost herself, her spirit fractured; a chilling madness settled into her mind, and she took the pledge etched in the blood and tears of her ordeal: no man in the city would escape her wrath. Each one would pay, a twisted mirror reflecting the pain they inflicted. Even if her own life crumbled in the process, she wouldn't stop.

Mid-Winter 1976....

From the beginning, Janki was not a normal, rational person; her life was full of negativity, but after that day, she turned into a total psychopath and pure evil. She started moving according to the plan. She first leaves the garment factory and joins a nightclub. She was now a whole new character, with all kinds of inappropriate outfits and sexual attitudes, on a mission to seduce and murder all the men of the city by playing love and dirty.

After 2 days....

A young boy who was partying with his friends in the nightclub fell into Janki's trap. First, she asked him to take her to a nice hotel. Then, when they get into a hotel room, Janki starts getting crazy. She first tears his shirts and pants, then pushes him onto the bed and starts kissing his lips. The boy was already enjoying this when Janki took out a sharp knife from her shoes and put it into the boy's private part, which she pulled up and cut through his stomach to create the letter mark R-B (she probably meant R for rapist. and B for betrayer). Then she stabbed his face several times. In this way, by following the same pattern, Janki killed 29 men. Almost all the victims of her brutality were customers of City Nightclub in Dhaka, the place where she used to work.

The bodies of most of the murdered men were found without any evidence. After killing them, Janki used to throw the dead bodies in the bathtub filled with water. So, it used to be hard for local police to identify victims, and also in those years prior to 1985, the world had no better technology to use for a murder case.

The ending....

On July 11, 1978, Janki killed a man at the City Hotel in Dhaka when a bell boy suspected her by noticing her strange behaviour in the reception and hearing unnecessary noise from the hotel room. The bell boy's brother-in-law was also one of the victims of Janki's brutality. Therefore, he immediately caught her unusual behaviour and reported it to the local police.

The police were already searching for the killer girl, so they took action without delay. They reached the suspect spot and surrounded the room with three lady constables. The police tried to communicate with the suspect: "Open the door; you have no way to run; surrender yourself." But Janki refused, "No way, you can't catch me. No one can catch me."

When the police broke into the room, it was already too late to catch Janki. She refused to surrender once more and jumped through the window in front of the lady constables. Janki's death was scary as she jumped from the 9th floor of the hotel. Her body first got banged up against the lower part of the building, then got knocked off and smashed over the main road, where a truck ran over her body at full speed right after the fall. There was almost no part of her body found except a juicy mixture of her flesh and blood.

The next morning, the bell boy who called the police was found dead in the same hotel room. The police confirmed it as suicide because his body was found hanging on the ceiling fan, but why did he even attempt suicide? It was a big mystery. Also, I'm not sure why no one ever came to claim the body of that bell boy. He was supposed to have a wife. Where was she? I only hope she is alive....
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~ Will see you in the next story ~