three strange murder#1

"I have to go, Mommy," Dr. Shaukat said, putting his hand in the other sleeve of his overcoat as he entered the room.

"May God protect you and what else can I say? Old Sita Devi, speak. But wrap your head in a good muffler. It is very cold."

"Mami, Dr. Shaukat," he said in a childish tone. "You're making me look like a child. Let me wrap my head around the scene, haha."

Good old man! Do whatever you want. Sabita Devi opens her mouth and speaks. But I say, what has happened... Neither day nor night - today is an operation, tomorrow is an operation.

"I need to somehow explain to my good mother that a doctor is not there to comfort himself, but to comfort others."

I had prepared macaroni especially for you today. Will you also have dinner in the city? Sita Devi said.

"What can I do? I'm forced to... It's seven o'clock now. The operation will be at nine o'clock at night. It's a bit delicate. I have to go and get ready now. Goodbye."

Dr. Shaukat got into his small, beautiful car and headed towards the city. He was working as a stunt surgeon at the Civil Hospital. He was an expert in brain surgery.

His reputation was far and wide. Although he was not yet that old, he was a handsome and handsome young man of twenty-four. Due to his habits and manners and good manners, he was looked upon with respect in society. The spirit of sacrifice had become his second nature. He could have postponed today's operation until tomorrow, but his conscience would not allow it.

Beata Devi often used to be fooled by his running around. She raised him like her own son. She was a woman of high character who believed in Hinduism. She had kept the promise she had made to her dying friend Jafri Khanum till date. She had made her son eligible for higher education as a doctor according to her will. He was now quite famous in the whole country. Although Shaukat's mother had died leaving a reasonable amount for his education. But it is not an easy task to raise someone else's child, and that too a child belonging to a non-religious faith. If she wanted, she could have raised him in her own religion, but her good intentions did not allow it. Along with worldly education, she also made reasonable arrangements for his religious education. This was the reason why he remained Shaukat Ali even when he was young. Sita Devi's community had boycotted her for living with a Muslim, but she was completely committed to her religion and kept forcing Shaukat to obey her religious orders. She was living with Dr. Shaukat and a maid in a town called Nishat Nagar, which was five miles from the city. It was her own private house. She had become a widow at a young age. Her husband was the owner of a good property, which, in the absence of any close relatives, had gone to her in its entirety.

After Dr. Shaukat left, she said to the maid, "Don't light a lamp in my room. I will sleep in Shaukat's room today. He will be tired all night long. I don't want him to find his bed cold and damp when he comes in the morning.

Go and make his bed."

The young maid was looking at them in surprise. Today was the first time she had heard them talk like this. It was both meaningful and funny. She was about to say something when she was interrupted by a voice.

She remained silent, understanding the reflection of a full heart.

What are you thinking? Sita Devi, speak up.

"So will we be alone tonight?" the maid lowered her voice. That man today

Then came.

Be specific?

I don't know who he is, but I saw him sneaking around the garden last night. Yesterday I thought he might be wandering around somewhere, having lost his way. But today, around six o'clock, he reappeared.

"Okay, Sita Devi, think about it and speak. She's probably waiting for our chickens. I'll tell the police station chief in the morning."

Sabita Devi reassured him by saying this. But she herself was confused. Why did this mysterious man keep hovering around her house? She remembered the threat of her religious contractors well. But after so long, no dangerous move from them had any special meaning. I don't know how many such thoughts were crawling through her mind. Finally, exhausted, she had to return to her first thought for peace of mind. That is, the man was some kind of petty thief who had taken a liking to her chickens. As soon as the police station clock struck ten, she went to Dr. Shaukat's room to be alone. She didn't even eat dinner that night.

The maid knew his mood. So she didn't insist much. After a while, she also went to the bedroom. She was about to lie down when she heard the front door open....

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