ALSphere Foundation
“ Thud !” the sound of his fall echoed in the housing society, late into the night. The watchman hurried to the spot and so did a few residents. The police arrived soon and the ambulance carried the body away, his grief-stricken family in tow.
People gossiped. “Suicide? But why would he, he was doing pretty well financially.”
“Had met him last evening, theirs was such a happy family, loving wife, happy kid.”
“He didn’t commit suicide, sir.” His wife answered the police inquiry. “ We neither had a marital discord, nor any financial problems. The last I know, he was sleeping beside me, he might have woken up for a drink, sat at the balcony ledge and slipped.” His widow wept at the memory.
“No motives, no suicide note, no signs of the struggle of him being pushed. He sat at the ledge and fell.” The police declared.
She watched from far and smiled viciously. He had been sipping wine in his balcony that night, strange how he had turned white with fear, at her very sight. One step towards him and so shaken had he been, he had fallen right to his death.
She had performed it neatly, with no evidence whatsoever.
Tit for tat, just as neatly as he had executed her.
Had he given it a second thought when he killed her in cold blood?
And her fault? Defying her family, choosing her partner, going to work…
So he, her own brother, had decided to salvage the family honor. Running her over, on a deserted street, late in the night, while she returned from work.
‘An Accident !’ they had termed the honor killing, denying her justice.
Well, justice had been served today, she had fixed it herself.
And this time too, her brother’s murder would be pronounced differently,
‘The Accident.’
