I was really tensed when she asked me to get inside but I did it anyway. I just knew that she wouldn't harm me and I had an upper hand in physical fitness. However, I wasn't ready to take my eyes off her once we were inside her room. She did not say me anything and hoped hastily to a shelf.

Raziya was frantically searching for something in her shelf. She supported herself on the shelf door and managed to throw away each and every cloth piece in the shelf. She was eager to find whatever she was searching for like her life depended on it.

She finally beamed at me when she found a blue file. She held it with her uninjured arm and hoped towards me without the crutches. Once she handed it over, she dropped herself on the bed and looked at me with tight lips.

"What is this?" I asked.

"My revenge story,"

I opened it to see a lot of photos and a newspaper cutting. The photos were that of a younger version of her and a young man. The man with a thick beard and well-built body seemed similar but I could not identify him exactly.

I kept the photos aside and took the newspaper cutting.

'Dots and dots, yet unconnected'

I looked at the photo of several men under the article. I identified one of them to be the man I saw in the photo with Raziya. I ran my fingers through the names below the photos. He was Shamsuddeen Ayankara.

I gulped.

There was no way that I could ever forget Shamsuddin's name. It was one among the fourteen names in the list of prisoners who escaped and was suspected to be Kaalan or Kaalan's assistant. The second one to be precise. The man who was suspected to have killed his crime partner after his escape.

I skimmed the article to understand that it was an article which said that Shamsuddin, Jalaluddin's friend, was the person who designed for the infamous Valiyangadi bomb attack which led to the death of about twenty people. The article pointed out that the bomb was definitely designed by a genius and Shamsuddin, being an engineering graduate and Jalaluddin's close friend, was definitely the culprit that the police was searching for. The article also shared names of a few people who spotted Shamsuddin with Jalaluddin on the day previous to the attack. The article writer mentioned the police as corrupted and foolish for not taking immediate actions against him

I slowly raised my eyes to witness a Raziya who was crying her heart out.

"I was just two months pregnant when the police came and dragged him away from me" Raziya stopped crying and looked emotionlessly at the article. "We cried and plead to them that it wasn't him but they were already hypnotized. They bet him and kicked him in front of me, they dragged him to the street and kept throwing punches over him like he was a criminal. Even his friend, Jalal, came and called him names as he was hauled mercilessly into the station"

She wiped a single tear that managed to escape her eyes.

"He came to see me, Keerthy, he came to see me when he escaped from the prison. He kept saying me that it wasn't him and he was trapped by everyone including Jalal, who was verdicted as innocent by our innocent court" She said and smiled at me. I could only nod at her.

"But I was already brainwashed by my relatives and everyone around us. I threatened that I would call the police if he did not go away"

She took a  photo and moved her hand along Shamsuddin's face, looking dreamily at him.

"He locked me in a room and suicided. I could see him hanging himself from the fan. I screamed and cried but he was determined to leave this sick world behind him." The dreamy look on her face disappeared as she continued to look at the photo. "That night itself, I, myself, managed to open the door and loosened the rope around his neck, the body fell on the ground with a thud. I dragged my husband into our backyard and buried him. I could not forgive Jalal for betraying his friend, now could I?"

I could sense the anger in Raziya's red eyes and nose. She was shivering.

"So I called Jalal to an abandoned building, he was always a fan of mine," She said and chuckled. "And the four-month pregnant lady, me, pushed him from the second floor of the building. The second victim of Kaalan."

"What does this have to do with Chandni?"

"Chandni's career rocket was on my husband's dead body," She pointed at the name of the article writer.

"She was appraised for being fearless, bold, brave..." She clapped as she said it.

"You can't punish her for that, maybe someone fooled her, she was just a begin-" I said.

"I was waiting for years to get an opportunity and once we confirmed Lilly's presence in Chandni's house, I knew it was time for me to strike, Lilly would be blamed and my Shafeena wouldn't be an orphan..." 

"You are being sick, Raziya"

"Not anymore, Chandni is dead"

"What?" My eyes went wide and I felt weak. My knees felt like they were about to give up. I felt like someone knocked the breath out of me. I tried taking long inhales but each of the inhales was broken by a strong exhale.

"Will not find her body in the near future, it fell down some valley, car accident" She started laughing loudly.

"You... you are a criminal."

"A criminal who turned in herself when she knew she would be caught," She smirked at me.

I could hear the loud siren of police jeeps outside the house before I could react. The Policemen barged into the house and handcuffed her. She only smiling like a maniac, repeating the word 'dead' and kept rotating her neck.

Raziya was broken beyond repair and I knew that she could not be fixed, maybe she wished not to be fixed.

But before she left, I stood in front of her for an answer.

"You killed Jalal?" I asked in a low voice.

"Yes," She nodded.

"You killed Rose?" I stood closed to her and whispered.

"I am not Kaalan, Keerthy, I am not. I killed him but it wasn't me who wrote it on his hand."