Policeman Delhi Roshan Rana is looking for a ruthless and cunning psychopath in Darjeeling

Roshan Rana’s Qualis made his way on the crowded streets of Gurgaon, who were trying to sail with their newly found status by Millennium City. The new millennium was already over a year, however, the word “Millennium” was still part of each new “sales and marketing”. On the outskirts of New Delhi, the recently built multistorious buildings dominated the horizon, looking down on his older brother – the old Gurgaon – which was essentially a big village, which was a city due to the approach to the country’s power center.

And he remembered his growing years when his father was posted here. In those days, Gurgaon was a sleepy, household, small town. As the old Shelala Mata Mandir passed, a sudden living memory of his mother made him smile.

The Temple had been a ground for him, just as he was now a memory of the simpler times and unity. His mother would have emotionally harassed him to visit Mandir whenever he was at home from his pension to the prestigious fort. The past is indeed engraved in our being. The smoke from the incense sticks and his familiar smell were interwoven in his memories. A serenity wrapped him when he stood by his mother, listening to his whispered prayers and watching the flickering flames of the oil lamps. The new luxury gurgaon was harder, more fragile. Roshan knew that their glass windows reflect a distorted reality of progress, despite the liberalization and material wealth he brought. On the one hand, the construction incessant to make room for corporations that set up their offices, wages and increased access to education – however, a virulent intolerance strain seemed to infect the city’s fabric. The growing crime chart was an accentuated reflection of everything that affected its streets. The working class, once praised for their resistance, has now wore a smaller resentment. The frustrations that are boiled in amazing brutality acts that even shocked an experienced policeman like Roshan.

He looked at the multistorized building, the office of a giant telecommunications. The beautiful facade with stained glass has been a strong contrast with the memory of a horrible case. Two years ago, the brutal rape and the killing of a young woman, Rituja Kumari, in the Vasant Kunj area of ​​the south of the Delhi, had sent shock wave in the city. It was a brutality that challenged the understanding. She was raised in the evening while going home from her job. Roshan was a veteran of violence. He witnessed the depths of human depravity and met countless psychopaths dressed in normality and life routine lives, however, this case even pierced his strengthened soul.

Despite the evolution of the changes of society, education and liberalizations, Roshan knew that violence against women remained a constant. A large percentage of his homes involved crimes against women. Despite the tireless progress of civilization, the spectrum of violence against women has remained inevitable. Like death. He persisted. Women were controlled and raped and killed for several reasons. For many centuries. The reasons have changed. The cruelty remained.

The crime savation lit a personal fire in Roshan. The crime inquiry in Rituja Kumari sank it into the Honyana underground, while it is believed that the suspects are from the neighboring villages of Haryana. The memory of the ambush, a scary meeting on a dark alley of a village, sent creeps to the spine. There were four attackers, members of a local criminal band, who broke out. Roshan escaped death that night. He didn’t wear his service revolver, but his courage had saved him. It was a Roshan fight fight. Subsequently, he faced a strong resistance from his superiors in the Delhi Police and the State Police in Honyana because he crossed his area of ​​influence and led his “unofficial” investigation into a state that was not his domain. There was also political pressure. His actions put their career on the line. But Roshan had seen the beaten body of the young girl and the inhumanity she was subjected to. Colleagues said that police should not let the crimes reach them. Not to take them “personally”, because such crimes were also a package of the job. But Roshan did not agree. He never did it. How could they remain unaffected by such brutality, regardless of frequency? He should still be shocked and upset by brutal crimes, he thought. For him, justice was primordial. Nothing else mattered, except for the investigation. He has eclipsed all the other things in his life.

Resistance I only fueled the determination. He had not slept for six nights and investigated the case with such revenge, that his tireless pursuit, bordered by obsession, had amazed his boss, DCP Thakkar. Roshan cursed the criminal. What he finally shocked was that the girl’s criminal was not the expected sexual depraid, without education, from the rural area they were waiting for, but a well-educated professional who works as a main manager in a multinational telecommunications company . A product of the privilege and a prestigious management institute.

Roshan remembered when he caught the criminal. He had prevented himself from provoking the same brutality on him. The killer was a man married to a wife and two daughters. How could you choose to cause such horrible suffering to a young girl? After the arrest, Roshan offered Rituja’s parents the opportunity to have exactly the revenge, unofficially granting an hour to punish the man in lock. To shout at him. To beat him. However, the father broke down after a few palms. Their pain had overwhelmed them. Realization that nothing will bring their daughter back. Roshan knew that the wealth and connections of the criminal would give him access to the best lawyers, which will allow him to avoid maximum punishment.

Even years later, today, while sailing in “Millennium City” transformed, passing by the building where the criminal once worked, Roshan could not shake the thought: it is necessary to despair poverty or a prosperity to expose truly truly the darkness within us? Did not have an answer. What he thought, however, was that any transformation, regardless of whether it is a city or a person, is not lacking in his consequences.

Extracted with permission from Dark as bloodYasser Usman, Simon and Schuster India.