LAST WISH OF THE VICTIM



LAST WISH OF THE VICTIM
That was a beautiful night. He didn’t sleep for that whole night. The sky drizzled. Moody stars and moon hide from vision. He rewinded his memories leaning over the lockup gate.
            Order! Order! Order! The judge slammed the hammer against the table. The case against the accuse Bharathi is for brutal rape and murders of serial of girls that include daughter of the Minister. “Is there anything to say Mr. Bharathi?” asked the Lord of the court. He didn’t reveal a word. He didn’t beg for the advocate for his side, making the government lawyers proceedings unobjectionable. The case was filed a month ago and it was pushed to front as the victim is associated with government.
            The police smacked the door of the house. Bharathi opened the door in half sleep as it was late night. The inspector asked for his name and at once the name was said he pulled Bharathi holding the collar. The FIR was filed with his details stating that he lost his family of dad, mom and sister in an accident. Further on case it was detailed that he had been suspected as he followed the daughter of minister for a year time. It was a perfect planned attempt as he did before for other girls. He was beaten up heavy that night. His feet were swelled, nails were plugged off. He was charged in nude till he fell unconscious.
            The autopsy report of the victim said that she was forced and raped sexually for four times alive and one time after her death. She died out of exceed blood flow through her genital system and breeding system. There were strong marks of rope knot in her hands proving her strong opposition. Ragged skin all over the body showed the violence in his attempt. She was buried at the same place where the other corpses were buried. The exploration statement told that there were three other girls found in the same burial. One was readable with one year of putrescence and the other two were still older.
            Crime made to a political power grabbed the media from state and national. It made a pressure on the court for an immediate and straight justice. The rain of case brought some one night mushroom groups such as women associations, social activists, and social media meme creators. Bharathi became infamous VIP in recent times. There were debates about the safety of girls in the society in news channels.
            The first level of court proceedings asked for the reasons behind the cruelty. Not met with the answer, the court joined for the judgement again. The judge read out the statement of amends that the court sentence Bharathi to hang to death for his crime. Moments before the judge break the nib of his pen Bharathi opened his wish. He preferred to hang him in the presence of live media. After some considerations it was accepted.
            Knock! Knock! The latti of the constable hit against the rods of the steel gate of the lockup. It was 5 at the morning. The doctor, police officials and judge were stood out of the cell. Gate opened they entered to examine about the health condition of the going to be cadaver. Pulse was normal and the eyes were white as clouds though shed rain. After the preliminary five checkups the doctor said he was healthy.
            TV shows gone live. The scaffold was ready for execution. The policemen and Bharathi walked towards the stage of execution. The hangman was ready to trigger the ram. The judge, prison warden, doctors seated beside the stage. Media stood opposite to the scaffold. “At this last moment of your life what are you going to wish? I mean your last wish.” said the judge. Bharathi replied.
            “I wish the court to punish the son the Minister in other words the brother of the girl who I murdered in the same way I was punished.”
            One of the media person smiled thinking of the TRP. “How dare you to say such words?” said the prison warden. Judge took a minute and asked for the reason. He again replied.
            Statement of Bharathi: “I accept that I have done the crime. I have never seen the police station before. The girl found decay beneath the body was my sister. She was raped and murdered by the son of minister and his two friends. My parents filed a man missing complaint in nearby police station. The case was also moved fast until we fuelled them with money. Sometimes after the inspector said my sister had ran away with a boy who is one of her class mate. We were sure that might not be possible. My parents beseeched for some mercy to continue the case but it went vein.
            My kin slowly cast away one by one. My mother hanged herself thinking it is better than facing the relatives and friends. My father died due to cardiac arrest after a lot of snivel thinking of my sister and my mother. I have been made as an orphan by the “just jolly entertainment” of these rich and powered youngsters.
            I have starved for love. My home was made into house. My hungry asked for mom food. My TV remote was free from my sister but was neither used by me also. I was all alone in my house accompanied with past memories. Frustrated, I took my first step.
            I called for the inspector who dealt the case. I sue for his words on the case and one day when we met in a pub the one last drink made open his mouth and came to know that he was stopped by the political opposition. I followed the son of Minister for 3 months and found that he had a sister. I also excavated the grave of my sister. She was buried nude. I cried. I quit following him and started to follow my pray. I planned well and executed my revenge.
            I hereby disclose that the corpse found beneath are the pray for the evil and the last was the pray for the revenge.”
            The case was filed in live media audience by the accused victim. Without any other option left, law acted impartially. Bharathi was recommended for mercy petition but he had refused and also felt happy to join his family. Finally justice served for both side. The judge statement to hang the evil. He was the one had the sleepless guilty night before scaffold.
                                                                                                Che. ra

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