When The Clock Strikes One....

Mr. Maurya

Kajal.
My only light in this world of darkness.
Now she's gone, leaving her memories strewn across my house like her toys which were always out of place.

The way her black hair used to look when I tied it in a pony.
The way her eyes shone in excitement on the first day of school.
The way she prayed in front of her dead mother's picture before she went to school.
Her drawings, everything, lies here in this hell hole of a house.

The bottles of liquor on the table, staining her drawings as I smoke like a chimney for the whole night.

Kajal, my angel, all of 4 years.

She was the only reason I was alive.

I almost died that day when I set the dead body of her mother on fire in the ceremonial funeral.

I only lived for that small baby, covered in white swaddling cloth, cradled in my hands as I sat in front of her mother ashes, tears staining my face.

And then that day. 19th October 2015.

She had gone to school, like on a normal day, smiling and laughing.
Only to never come back.

I searched for her for a whole month and chugged down more than 200 bottles of liquor calling myself incapable of being the head of the government's most private detective office and then I found her.

On 17th November 2015, I found her.
Dead and mutilated.

Reason of death : Excess blood loss
Also added : Sexually abused

"Kajal Maurya, daughter of Pritviraj Maurya, raped and murdered."

"... Pritviraj Maurya has retired from his post as Head Detective after the incident."

And then 5 days later, a newspaper article read.

"Man convicted for rape of 4 year old, taken to court"

And a week later, a newspaper headline read,

"Man who was charged with case of raping minor, let off from HC"

And then, the greatest news about 5 months later read,

"Gaurav Sen, who was let off by HC as not guilty of raping minor girl, found murdered"

And about 15 minutes later, a fax appeared in my fax machine, saying the worst thing ever,

".... So we are giving retd Head Detective Mr. Pritviraj Maurya the responsibility to investigate the case"

A father, who has to give punishment to the person who murdered a man who was responsible for the rape of his child.

A person has to kill an angel, who killed the devil.

How ironic.
Duty, unfortunately is duty.
But a plan is forming in my mind.

And just for the record, Gaurav Sen isn't the one who raped my child.
It was another person.

I now live only to avenge my daughter.

And I'm sure as hell gonna find that bastard. And murder him so bad.

As I do my duty, side by side.