Once upon a time, in the city of joy, people of the lower strata of the society were getting murdered by a serial killer. The Kolkata Police Department in a joint effort with the Special Investigating Team of CID was unable to get any clue about the murderer. Beside every dead body, they found a piece of paper where some famous poetry of renowned writers was written.
The journalist lived with the investigating officer. As usual, too much sweetness in a relationship tastes bitter. So, she went out of her relationship to get some refreshment with her colleague. ‘Jey kota din tumi chiley kaachey…thotey mukhey…legey acho…’ Her male colleague was fully prepared to propose her. But, ironically, some love relationships do not trigger the sexual hormones to commit some sins of extreme fantasies.
There was one time in Bengal, when the eminent writers of the society started protesting against the corrupted system created by the then government ruling in Bengal for several years without focusing on the socio-economic development of the common people of Bengal. The writings of those writers were intentionally banned by labeling it as abusive writings. But, those writers kept on continuing their ‘Hunger Revolution.’
There was a fire in the Kolkata Book Fair. It was not an accident. The writer was the mastermind behind it. All doubts were on Rafiq, the serial killer, who was in the same jail with the writer. The lady went with her colleague to take his interview, but all went in vain. The Police Department had no other choice than to take the help of a suspended cop who had a strong network and knowledge about all types of criminals in Kolkata.
If you are once a cop, then your mentality will always remain as a cop. But, that mentality can also transform a cop into a demon, when the addiction of killing the criminals starts dominating on your intelligent brain. There are loopholes in every crime investigating system, but, you have to change the system by remaining within the system, otherwise, you are inviting your enemies to invade your castle of honesty, dedication and sincerity.
The cop lost his family members as a political victim. In Bengal, as a cop, if you don’t know the art of becoming a puppet of the ruling MLAs, then your family members may have to face the fire of the heinous politics. On the other hand, the writer was too depressed to hear that his writings were rejected by the publisher. There is a common factor; the death dates of all the eminent writers.
On that night, they tracked the suspect, but it was someone else. Was it Shankar or Kanai? The lady journalist came back to his life again. In this modern age, Whisky is healthier than Bournvita! After all; alcohol is the drink of confession. They found the writer’s dead body in his house. Was it a suicide or a cold-blooded murder? ‘Ekbaar bol…nei keu nei…tor keu nei…’ Just hang on! The case is still unsolved. ‘Gabheere Jaao…aro gabheere.. .’
The Police Department awarded him, but mentally he was prepared to get a reward from himself only. It was his sweet revenge to come back again by applying his unique strategies. That day was the death anniversary of Rabindranath Tagore. As per the trend, the serial killer had to murder someone on “BAISHE SRABON”, featuring Prasenjit, Gautam Ghosh, Parambrata, Raima Sen, Abir and others.
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