Third Person Singular Number

By Swagatam Sengupta

Marital and extra marital relationship is nothing, just a search of love and shelter . But today people feels to give the priority of money and lust, where love is misguided. Third person comes in everyone's life like a cold wind which helps us to take a comfortable breathe but it as per the situation it doesn't take a long time to become a storm. Expectation of love and possessiveness leads to make a person monster. 

Swagatam Sengupta is a fiction novelist. He has completed his graduation from Kolkata, India, and after his graduation he started his career. Like our all shades of life, his job career has also lots of shades. At the beginning of his career he was in aviation industry, then as a real estate marketing manager and after that in a senior position in Banking industry.

        But when he was in fifteen years of age, he started writing. From that period of time he was a drama writer in all India radio and he wrote lots of short dramas based on history of city roads, comedy, horror, mystery and thriller. He was awarded for recitation and story writing. He wrote lots of stories and poems in magazines and newspapers.

        His Bengali poetry book Shabdohin shabdo (Soundless Sound) and a sentimental love story, based on a relationship of a father and a son, Rik- a confined little heart has been published internationally. His crime thriller The Chastisement and Eclipse of Mind is also published worldwide. He believes that his life has so many colors and every color carry a different story. So, writing is his passion, he doesn't bother that how much he will earn and how his book become a best seller. He thinks that when your life will convert into the ink on the paper, then definitely this story will be interesting.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Swagatam Sengupta
• Release date: Aug 17, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393478621

Swagatam Sengupta

Swagatam Sengupta is a fiction writer. His novels are published 200+ countries all over the world. A Kolkata based writer has given us so many thrillers like Rik, The Chastisement, The Chastisement2, Feral Funeral and many more. His every thrillers are unique and based on our daily life. He is too much related with our practical and daily life and he plays his words with our emotions and feelings.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Swagatam Sengupta is a fiction novelist. He has completed his graduation from Kolkata, India, and after his graduation he started his career. Like our all shades of life, his job career has also lots of shades. At the beginning of his career he was in aviation industry, then as a real estate marketing manager and after that in a senior position in Banking industry.

But when he was in fifteen years of age, he started writing. From that period of time he was a drama writer in all India radio and he wrote lots of short dramas based on history of city roads, comedy, horror, mystery and thriller. He was awarded for recitation and story writing. He wrote lots of stories and poems in magazines and newspapers.

His Bengali poetry book Shabdohin shabdo (Soundless Sound) and a sentimental love story, based on a relationship of a father and a son, Rik- a confined little heart has been published internationally. His crime thriller The Chastisement and Eclipse of Mind is also published worldwide. He believes that his life has so many colors and every color carry a different story. So, writing is his passion, he doesn’t bother that how much he will earn and how his book become a best seller. He thinks that when your life will convert into the ink on the paper, then definitely this story will be interesting.

1.

The whole city is floating in the impossible rain today, the roads are uninhabited. The city of Calcutta, everyone says, is a strange place of literature and culture throughout the city. The city that stays up all night, today is absolutely thumping. An aristocratic area of ​​South Kolkata, Dover Lane, multi-storey skyscrapers and bungalows. A police patrol car is parked a short distance away. The sound of radio transmission is coming from inside. How to lift, open or keep the window glass of the car. A dog is sitting in the backyard of a house a little way away, trying to save itself from the rain. One of the characteristics of all the aristocratic areas of Kolkata is that when it rains a little more, the roads freeze.

About half past one in the night, the rain has started from that twelve o'clock, there is no stopping. Annoyed, Pandey said, Who knows how long it will take?. Then he looked at the radio in the jeep and said, And this is a nuisance, blabbering on like a ghost all day long. Then he looked at his senior sitting next to him, Inspector Bose was sleeping Pandey pushed Bose and said Hey sir, are you sleeping, why don't you get up?

Bose opened his eyes angrily and said, What's the matter, what's the matter with you? I'm sleeping a little, let me sleep.

Hey sir, when the call comes, you'll be under pressure.

Look at the rain outside, everyone is sleeping, or else the weather is fun, people with cracked foreheads like us are roaming the streets. So, I say, you sleep too.

Pandey became more annoyed and started muttering in his mind. He is very upset about his senior, because he can't sleep anywhere. He turned down the volume of the radio transmission and turned on the radio. Gives very good songs on the radio at night. As soon as the radio channel was fixed, the song Raat Ke Humsafar ... started playing. It was Pandey's favorite song. Rain is so romantic, though, that he believes that his love affair ended the day he got married. Now there is only one thing to do, who is sitting in a park and making love, and if you look around a little, hold them. Anyway, today's rain doesn't seem to remind love, but calls it a disaster.

In the still, silent night there was nothing but the sound of rain and the sound of the radio, but that silence was broken, and suddenly someone came and stood in front of the car, and her hand fell very hard on the bonnet in front of the car. Both of them were startled inside the car and a woman was seen lighting the headlight in front of the car. Round shape, the hair of the head is randomly wet in the rain water in front. Wearing a round neck T-shirt and a pair of jeans, the light showed that the woman was indeed beautiful but terrified and terrified. Then the noise from the front of the car came straight to the window and hit the window glass loudly again and again. Bose hurriedly lowered the window glass. As soon as she got down, the woman started shouting Sir, please, help, sir, please.

Bose says from the inside, Tell me what happened, so late at night, what happened.

The woman said, Sir, he was killed in my flat, he wanted to kill me too, I ran downstairs.

This time the bose said What are you saying, where is your flat?

The woman pointed to the multi-storey house in front, then said, Ninth floor, please come fast.

Bose and Pandey get out of the car, then somehow get wet and walk towards the flat with the woman, the elevator downstairs was in front, so there was no need to wait. They took the elevator to the ninth floor. The woman went ahead and showed her flat. As soon as they entered the flat, they saw a lot of pieces of glass scattered around, all scattered randomly. Somehow escaping from the glass, the woman went a little further and said, Come here, sir, come here.

They saw a man in a white shirt and khaki pants with his face down near the dining table. A lot of blood came out of his head and went to the floor, Pandey came to the body lying on his back and sat on his knees with his hand near his nose to see if he was breathing. Bose looked at Pandey waiting for his answer Pandey shook the head and explained that the person who stays on the ground is not alive. The woman sits next to the body, pushes him repeatedly and cries out, Deepak, get up, Deepak.

The boss said to the woman, Is this your ...?

The woman said, My husband, he killed, escaped and killed, killed him in front of me. As long as I call you here, Deepak can no longer save himself, he has killed him.

The boss said to the woman, Calm down, we see, we need your statement. Then he said to Pandey, call the Force.

2.

Pratap Roy, Assistant Commissioner of Police, came to get the news soon. Usually when a case is very complicated or a slightly higher-level case, those incidents fall on his neck. As soon as Pratap got out of the jeep, he saw people from the media and newspapers standing outside the apartment. As soon as Pratap got down, everyone surrounded him, Pratap avoided everyone and went towards the elevator. The elevator reached the ninth floor. As soon as he got off the elevator, the Bose hurried to Pratap, then saluted and said, Good morning sir.

Bose led Pratap inside the flat Pratap stood near the corpse, after noticing the whole body, then slowly looked around the room, Bose had already come and stood beside Pratap. Bose said softly to Pratap, Sir, the deceased was a very big chartered accountant, and had contacts with a lot of big corporates. It is heard that there has been a quarrel with Rajnath Singhania for some time. Last night a man from Singhania came here to warn him about something, then there was an argument between them and it went to a scuffle.

Pratap showed his hand and stopped Bose, then said Learn to say everything from the beginning

Bose was a little surprised and looking at Pratap, Pratap said Who is the victim, what is his name? 

Bose sticks out his tongue and smiles shyly and says Sorry sir, Rahul Chatterjee and his wife Mona Lisa Chatterjee

Pratap looked around the room and said, He was killed by something heavy on the back of his head. The blow to the back of his head is what he says.

The boss said, Yes, sir.

Did you find anything heavy in the house? Did you see the house well?

Bose said very confidently, Yes, sir, we've looked at the whole house, we haven't found anything like it anywhere.

Pratap slowly looked at a piece of glass lying on the ground, it was covered in blood, he lowered it and handed it to the boss and said send it to the forensic department. Then he bent down again to remind of something, this time his gaze fell to the bottom of the sofa. He put his hand under the sofa with a little effort and brought out a copper vase. Then he looked at Bose and said, you don't deserve to be a street janitor, you've come to be a policeman.

Bose bowed his head a little embarrassed and said, Sorry sir, I didn't really look that way. 

Pratap handed the vase to Bose and asked him to send it to the forensic