I didn’t want to kill him you know…
As I entered the small hut from where I had to carry over a piece of old furniture to Lakri Bazar, I saw the paintings of my 9-year-old daughter. NUDE. I couldn’t be wrong.
My blood boiled, yet I kept mum.
After I delivered the old furniture to its destination, I came back to the same place to confront him. It was 11ish of a cold winter night. A Perfect Time For Me.
Once I entered the same premises, I saw that man having sex with his wife out on a chowki of their house.
I recognized him because I knew the man who…
I couldn’t control my anger. Extreme wrath was taking over me. I walked back to my truck tiptoed where I had a jack lever, I dragged it back there and hit him on his head from behind.
Once, twice, thrice… After 3 strikes he fell on his wife…
Weirdly, his wife didn’t say a word. Neither did she express fear from me nor had an expression of pain. What she had was an expression of disgust on her face. She pushed his dead body with the same expression aside.
“Run away from here before anyone sees you and leave that thing here”, she told me. I don’t know why I nodded my head and the jack fell from my hand.
She picked it up and then she struck him with it again, and again and again. Then she took off her marital possessions and threw them on his body. She also rubbed off the vermilion from her forehead.
I encountered the entire scene silently. Then I turned back and started walking.
As I walked away, I had a smile of relief as this was the last rapist of my daughter whom I took out.
My 9-year-old daughter was ganged raped and brutally murdered by 6 beasts a year back.
Today finally her soul will be able to Rest In Peace.
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