The celebration had unfolded seamlessly—laughter, music, the hum of festivity weaving through the air. Yet beneath the cheerful exterior, something felt off. A subtle unease pressed against my instincts, urging me to act swiftly. Without hesitation, I instructed the police officer to take the young man into custody.
He was a relative of the host parents, a student at a professional college, and had been involved in the party’s preparations. His presence had seemed ordinary—almost unnoticed amidst the revelry. But there was something about him that unsettled me.
The officers hesitated, their eyes filled with confusion at my sudden demand. “Are you sure?” one of them asked, glancing at the unsuspecting young man. I gave a firm nod. “ Yes..sir…Bring him to me.”
Minutes later, he was standing in my room, his posture stiff, his breathing uneven. As I began questioning him about his interactions with the girl that evening, his
mask of composure began to crack. His fingers twitched, his breath hitched, his voice wavered. His hesitance wasn’t just discomfort—it was fear.
The more I probed, the more his evasion deepened. He stumbled over his words, attempting to dodge the weight of my questions. What was he hiding?
I leaned forward, my tone was polite but firm yet measured. “Understand this—if you refuse to tell the truth, the consequences won’t just fall upon you. Your entire family will suffer.”
Something shifted in his expression—a flicker of realization, followed by desperation. His eyes darted to my attire, scanning me with sudden reverence.
And then, in a trembling voice, he pleaded, “Please… help me sir. I thought you were a spiritual leader. Can you save me?”
The room fell eerily silent. A confession was coming—one that would unravel everything. The air in the room was suffocating, thick with tension. He sat across from me, shoulders hunched, his fingers twitching against the table’s surface. His breathing was uneven—shallow, erratic—the unmistakable signs of a mind unraveling under pressure.
I leaned forward, my voice measured yet unwavering. “You need to start talking. Every moment of silence only makes this worse.”
He swallowed hard, his gaze darting to the walls as if searching for an escape. “I… I didn’t mean for things to happen this way, Please don’t destroy my life ” he murmured.
I was calm and motivated him to speak “My boy, life is precious for everyone. here, a girl lost her decency, identity and the entire life… Now it is your turn to tell me how it has happened.”
He hesitated—a moment too long. His silence was an admission in itself. I waited, letting the weight of expectation press down on him. Finally, his voice emerged, shaking, barely above a whisper. “It was the birthday party of my cousin. I wasn’t planning anything… I was just helping with the arrangements.”
I nodded, allowing him to continue. The confession was coming—I could feel it.
“A friend… he gave me something. Said it was harmless, just something to mix with the ice cream to make the party more fun. No one would even notice.”
I exhaled slowly, fighting the impulse to react too quickly. “What was it?”
His fingers tightened into fists. “Something… like opium. I don’t know exactly.”
I studied him. “So you drugged them. All of them?”
His head shook violently. “No! No, not all of them. Just… just when she arrived. I don’t know why, but I…”
His voice cracked. His hands ran through his hair in agitation. The room felt smaller, the silence more suffocating but I pushed him to speak “what did you do?”
He resumed…“I added more to her drink,” he admitted, the words barely leaving his lips.“She seemed fine at first… Then she started feeling dizzy. Said she had a headache.”
The pieces were falling into place. “She stepped away. Went into the other room.”
His breathing hitched, his pupils shrinking as if reliving the moment.
“And then?”



To be continued …..Chapter-5