An untellable secret
(Some secrets may better remain secrets for ever)
Kotra Siva Rama Krishna
An untellable secret (Some secrets may better remain secrets for ever):
Nirupama…….
A twenty two years aged girl…………
Beautiful, clever, intelligent and student of post-graduation in psychology………
On one day morning found dead by hanging to the ceiling fan in her bedroom which incident made her mother partly mad………..
Post mortem conducted on the body, police investigated the matter and concluded the same as simply suicide…….
No love failure, no financial problems, no unbearable diseases, nothing was discovered that could lead a girl like her to commit suicide…..
Her father Ranganath firmly believed that there was a strong reason which compelled his daughter to commit suicide and he decided to know the same at any cost and hired the detective Smaran to do that.
Detective Smaran and his niece Menaka put themselves whole heartedly into the job to know about the secret that led Nirupama to commit suicide…..
But neither Smaran, nor his niece Menaka, nor Ranganath understood the severity of the said secret until it claimed another two lives….
Disclaimer
The concept, plot, story, characters and everything in this novel are only fiction and emerged only out of the imagination of this author. If anything in this novel even a small part of it resembles, similar or identical to any living or dead or to any literature, anywhere in the world even remotely it is only coincidental and this author has no knowledge whatsoever of it.
About me
I am an Indian English writer write mostly fiction books and so far I have written forty six books out of which forty four books are romantic, psychological thrillers and the remaining two are non-fiction books, Body, Mind and You and English Grammar Simplifier. The word count of my books range from 15,000 to 3,50,000 and the total word count of all my books is more than 40,00,000 (Fourty Lakhs Words). I have a weakness, I don’t get the feeling that I wrote the book if someone else edits the same, so I am my own editor to all my books. As such there is a pretty chance that you may come across grammatical, verbal mistakes, incongruities and inconsistencies while going through my books, then please pardon me and go ahead. My books are not porn or obscene but I am always open as much as possible when it comes to sexual narrations in my books as I think sex is very main and natural characteristic not just in human beings but in all other creatures also. So you can find sexual narrations in my books graphical, absolute and complete. My heart-felt thanks to all those who have been purchasing my books all along, encouraging me and supporting me.
An untellable secret
(Some secrets may better remain secrets for ever)
Kotra Siva Rama Krishna
Nirupama was in her bedroom, on the bed looking at the ceiling fan which has been revoling at its full speed. Her mind was once again filled with that extreme distress with which she has been suffering occasionally for the last fifteen days. When it happened fifteen days or so back, she was dumbfounded, shocked and just could not believe that at all. Even in her wildest imagination also, she never thought something like that could take place. How it has become possible like that, still she could not understand. From the moment it took place, this feeling started in her and sometimes it was becoming so extreme that she could not bear at all. At those times it was becoming that much unbearable, she so terribly wanted to die. The present time also was one such occasion for her.
‘My god! I just can’t bear it. I just can’t!” she mumbled in herself. ‘I just can’t live with this sinful body anymore.” She sat straight on the bed as she could not lay like that anymore on it.
‘Leaving my body is the only solution to my problem. What is the best way to do it then?’ even she did not want to, her mind started thinking furiously. There were many ways to commit suiside; taking sleeping pills, hanging, jumping into a well and cutting herself. Except taking sleeping pills, the other ways to commit suicide were appearing formidable to her. Even getting death by overdose of sleeping pills was little easier, neither she nor her family members have a habit of taking sleeping pills. She could not wait until it was morning and get sleeping pills from somewhere somehow. The urge in her to leave her body then and there itself was very much in her then.
‘After taking sleeping pills’ her mind was making suggestions ‘hanging myself is little easier than the other modes and I can do it now and here itself.’ she has got the idea how to do that and looked at the ceiling fan which was revoling at full speed and at her body itself. She was with her Punjabi dress then and the chunni was still on her body. It was not going to be that much difficult task to hang herself to the ceiling fan. ‘Sometimes suicide attempts by hanging become failures, it should not happlen like that in my case’ she thought.
She got off from the bed, went near to the switch-board there, switched off the ceiling fan and started staring at it which has been slowing gradually. Her mind suddenly started thinking in a different way. ‘Why should I commit suiside? There is no wrong on my part. I can share this either to my dad, to my mom or to my friend Sameera. They say there is no wrong on my part and there is no necessity to me to worry. This is not that much of a big thing that I do leave my body.’
But these thoughts stopped by the time the ceiling fan stopped revoling and stilled and her mind started thinking in the way it did just minutes before. ‘No I cannot live peacefully with that knowledge. This body is sinful and it has to be got rid off. That thing is not something that I can share with anyone. In fact….’ She thought even more firmly in herself then ‘…..that thing is something that no one should ever know about.’
This time her resolve was storng, she put the chair nearby on the bed and stood herself on that. Then she knotted one end of the chunni to the ceiling fan carefully. She heard about the incidents that ceiling fans coming down with the persons hanging to it on some occasions and she prayed god that it would not happen like that in her case. Then she knotted the other end of the chunni around her neck carefully estimating that her feet would not touch the bed once she kicked the chair off. Once she became confident that both the knots of the chuuni at the fan and around her neck were secured and would not betray, she kicked off the chair from the bed onto the floor there. Once the chair was kicked off like that, as she expected her body was suspended in the air as the knots of her chunni at the fan and around her neck were perfect!
Once her body was floating like that in the air so, she once again started thinking against committing suicide. ‘That is something for which I need not die myself like this. It can be shared with someone and they can relieve my heart. My parents and my friend will be hurt too much if I die like this. I must not die. I have to live and share that with my parents, friend Sameera and see what they would say. Please help me….help me….I don’t want to die.’ At that time she so desperately wanted to yell but the chunni which was tightening around her neck more and more did not allow any sound from her mouth.
When it has become so evident to her that she could not escape death, there was only one wish in her. ‘Oh, god! Please don’t let that thing to be known to anyone and it must remain as a secret forever. This is my last and only one wish.’ She has thought the same thing and prayed the god only for it until life left her body.
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Smaran looked into the face of that person who just settled in the chair opposite to him. He might be aged more than sixty and Smaran could sense sorrow in his face.
“Yes. I am Smaran and proprietor to this Smaran Detective Agency. In which way I can be helpful to you?” remembering the question the old man asked him after he entered into the room, Smaran said.
The old man breathed deeply and exhaled heavily. “You need to do some detection for me.” He said. There was sorrow in his voice also.
“Sure I do. That is the main service I do offer to my clients.” Smaran smiled. “Give me the details.”
The old man nodded his head and hung it for a moment. Then he perched his head up and looked into the eyes of Smaran. Sorrow was so obvious in his eyes also. “My name is Ranganath. I retired as a high school headmaster. I am living in this town itself.” He paused for a moment and then put his hand in his shirt pocket and took a white colour envelope from it. Then he opened that envelope, extracted a photograph from it and put it on the table which was between the chairs of him and Smaran.
“She is my daughter, Nirupama aged twenty two years.” Ranganath said observing the expression in the face of Smaran.
Smaran took that photograph into his hands and started observing the girl in it. ‘Beautiful!’ Smaran thought. The girl in that photograph has a mesmerizing effect on him. Everyone of his age would want a daughter like her. She was elegant, there was intelligence in her eyes but why this old man was unhappy like this? he was feeling wonder.
“Just six months back, on one night she committed suicide.”
The photograph dropped from the hands of Smaran. Suicides and murders were not new to him but this news jerked him. Why a beautiful and intelligent girl like her had committed suicide?
“What!” Smaran exclaimed with knitted brows. “I cannot understand.”
“I too cannot understand. So I have come to you.” Ranganath bent down and picked up the photograph from the floor and put it into the envelop again.
“I want more details.” Adjusting himself in the chair to more comfortability Smaran said.
“My daughter was aged twenty one years by the time she committed suicide. She was studying M.A. psychology first year. There was no love affair. No foul play by anyone. No financial problems. No unbearable disease. She appeared all good even by the time when she entered into her bedroom in the night on that day. The next day when her mother entered into her bedroom to wake her up, she found her hanging from the ceiling. She hanged herself with her chunni to the ceiling fan.” Ranganath tried to be expressionless. But the wrinkles on his face were deepened. It was obvious that he was trying to control his emotion.
“I see” Smaran nodded his head even he was still puzzling himself with whatever he heard. “You are sure that she was not suffering with anything by the time she committed suicide?”
“Nothing I can guess of. She is the only daughter to us. She had born to us after fifteen years of our marriage. After we have lost all our hope that we could have a child. While working as a head master I earned enough and hoarded enough. Besides that I am having other properties also. There is no question of financial stress. We are having more than ample means. And….. ” Ranganath breathed deeply before saying again. “Physically also she was perfect. No unbearable disease or something like that.”
“But what about a love failure? It is quite common to fall into love and be rejected or to face some other problem with love at that age?” It was impossible that she would be rejected if she fell into love with anyone at all, he thought in himself.
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