Sameer was an executive engineer at the D.S.P. Plant. Technically, he played a significant role in the steel industry. He was young, handsome, and brilliant.
One day, his father said, “Do you know about the shehnai, my son?”
“Father, I have been feeling something thrilling about it,” Sameer replied.
“Oh, yes. Listen carefully. A sweet, beautiful lady named Susmita, who lives in Borjora—your mother and I have decided on her for you,” his father, Shovan, said with determination.
Sameer accepted it gladly.
The next month, on 14th August, the wedding of Sameer and Susmita was held successfully. Both families were deeply pleased.
But two months later, when Sameer and Susmita were staying together in Quarter 2/5 at Marcony, a tragic incident occurred. Susmita died.
The shocking news spread quickly. Both families rushed there as soon as possible. Some people informed the Aurobinda police station. Within fifty minutes, the O.C. and two sub-inspectors arrived in a Bolero car with a sniffer dog.
Susmita’s father demanded, “Sir, this is cold-blooded murder. Please find the clues and punish Sameer brutally.”
“I know. Don’t worry—we must find the absolute truth,” O.C. Shankar Das promised firmly in front of everyone.
The sniffer dog barked repeatedly, but the police officers and sub-inspectors searched the quarter thoroughly and could not find any clues. At last, O.C. Shankar Babu commanded Sameer not to leave Durgapur.
Time went on, yet the police officers failed to find any evidence of the cruel murder. Days wandered like a traveler roaming through strange places.
Then one day, Sameer’s dearest friend, Kabeer, arrived at Quarter 2/5, Marcony. Sameer warmly welcomed him, for it had been years since they had last met. He flattered and sweet-talked his close friend for his own hidden purpose.
About fifteen days later, Sameer tricked Kabeer by asking for his PAN card and Aadhaar card. Without hesitation, Kabeer handed them over. Sameer used them on his computer, logged in, and then returned the cards.
Five days later, Kabeer left Durgapur. This secret matter remained unknown to the Aurobindo police station. Soon after, avoiding the police order, Sameer fled from Durgapur.
Somehow, the case reached the Crime Department at Lalbazar. They put direct pressure on O.C. Shankar Babu and called him to Lalbazar for a serious discussion.
Without delay, Shankar left for Kolkata.
At Lalbazar, Additional Deputy Commissioner of Crime (ACDD) Samik Roy met Shankar and discussed the case in detail. The discussion was long and complex. They tried to contact Sameer, but every time, the response was the same: “This number does not exist.” Both were stunned.
“Do you have any photos of Sameer?” Samik asked.
Shankar handed him five photographs. Samik immediately uploaded the photos to his computer and sent them to the police headquarters of Delhi, Mumbai, Bangalore, Chennai, and Trivandrum, along with full details.
“If any information comes from these headquarters, I will inform you at once,” Samik assured.
“Thank you, Samik,” Shankar replied earnestly. Then he returned to Durgapur.
Three months passed with no news. Then, on the 15th of the following month, a message came from Kolkata:
“Shankar, you will fly to Bangalore. Mr. Tandon will help you entirely.”
“Yes, sir. I and my second officer will both fly,” Shankar confirmed.
The next day, on the 16th, Shankar and his colleague Sekhar flew from Andal Airport at 8 a.m. and landed in Bangalore around 1 p.m.
As they stepped out of the airport, a middle-aged police officer approached them and said, “I am Tandon. A message from Lalbazar informed me of your arrival.”
Shankar and Tandon shook hands warmly and proceeded to the police vehicle. Shankar introduced Sekhar, and Tandon welcomed them both, saying, “Please, get into the Bolero. I will take you to the station.”
Half an hour later, they arrived. A police quarter had already been allotted for them.
“Please take some rest here. I will send a constable to assist you,” Tandon said.
Soon, Constable Ram Singh came and showed them the bathroom to freshen up. Afterward, he brought a hot dinner and chilled water, placing them neatly on a wooden table.
“Please have your dinner,” Ram requested politely.
“Thank you, Ram, for your humble service,” Shankar replied.
They ate eagerly, and after Ram cleared the dishes, Tandon returned to discuss the critical case. He opened a laptop, showing the image of a bearded man.
“When I remove the beard digitally, please look closely,” Tandon said.
Shankar looked carefully and confirmed, “Yes, he is the man.”
“That man is the CEO of Bosch, a renowned company. Arresting him will be very difficult,” Tandon explained.
“Crime is crime,” Shankar replied. “We must handle this carefully and cleverly.”
Tandon agreed.
Soon, Shankar, Sekhar, and several officers disguised in civilian clothes surrounded the CEO’s office. One day, Shankar overheard an unknown woman named “Amma” calling the man, and he listened eagerly to her on his mobile. Shankar grew suspicious. Meanwhile, a signboard read “Kabeer Singh.” Confusion piled upon confusion, and Shankar could not settle his mind.
At last, one day, Shankar confidently entered the office and declared loudly, “Sameer, you are under arrest!”
The man was startled. Seeing his expression, Shankar was certain. The officers rushed in and arrested him. A police van and car were ready outside.
Shankar, Sekhar, and the officers escorted him down and drove to the police station. Tandon praised Shankar’s courage and intellect. Soon after, they all headed to the airport and boarded a flight back to Kolkata.
At Lalbazar, Samik Roy welcomed Shankar and Sekhar. Sameer was dragged into the torture room, where Samik and Shankar interrogated him relentlessly.
At last, Sameer confessed: he had never loved his first wife, Susmita, and so he murdered her. His second wife was Karnatic, and Amma was her mother. He admitted he had used his best friend Kabeer’s Aadhaar card, PAN card, and even his name to cover his tracks.