Chapter: 4

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The Commissioner of the district had received news of the murder of the newly appointed inspector in Adaarpur. From the reports, he was certain who was behind it. Justice had to be served, and he knew the Aggarwal family was responsible. After all, wherever trouble arose in that village, the Aggarwals were at the center of it.
He sent constables to the village, questioning the villagers about the inspector's murder. But fear gripped every household. No one dared speak the truth. Each villager insisted, trembling, that they hadn't seen anything. It was impossible—not in broad daylight—but the shadow of the Aggarwals was too strong to resist.
Meanwhile, Randhir was still reeling from what he had witnessed. The image of the girl—Sanyukta—shooting the inspector replayed endlessly in his mind. The shock kept him confined to his home; for three days, he didn't step outside.
On the fourth day, there was a knock at his door. Hesitant, he opened it to see an elderly woman standing there, her face etched with worry.
R: "Aunty, kya hua?" (concerned)
Old Lady: "Mere pati ko bohat tez bukhar hai, woh do din se hosh mein nahi hai, beta... unhe bacha lo!" (hysterically, tears streaming)
Randhir's heart sank. Duty outweighed fear.
R: "Aunty, chaliye."
He grabbed his medical bag, filled with all the necessary equipment, and followed her. At the old lady's house, he examined her husband carefully, gave the required medicines, and explained exactly what she should feed him. Relief washed over the woman's face as she thanked him repeatedly.
Afterward, Randhir returned to his dispensary. Fear still lingered, but he reminded himself: he had come here to serve the villagers, no matter what.
The police continued their investigation, desperately seeking evidence against the Aggarwals, but every lead hit a dead end.
Meanwhile, Kishore Aggarwal and his son Abhimanyu had traveled to another village to finalize a weapons deal. Two days passed with no word from them. Panic gripped the Aggarwal household. Finally, their men discovered the truth: rivals had ambushed them during the deal. The confrontation had been brutal.
Abhimanyu had minor bruises on his head and body, but Kishore's condition was critical. He had two bullets inside him—one lodged in his shoulder, the other piercing his stomach. The bullets were removed, yet he remained unstable. They couldn't take him to a hospital; the police would discover the illegal weapons deal.
Sanyukta and her brothers carried their injured father back home. Seeing him unconscious, Sanyukta's mind raced. She knew she had to act—and she had an idea.
That night, Randhir was sitting in his room, lost in thought, when there was a sudden knock on his door. Heart pounding, he slowly approached and opened it. Before he could react, a strong hand pressed a black cloth over his face. Darkness swallowed him instantly, and he struggled to breathe.
The faint sound of a familiar voice whispered into his ear:
S: "Chup rehiyo... aur bilkul darna mat. Sirf dhyan se aage chalna."
Randhir's mind raced. Who could it be? And what danger had just entered his life?
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