The burnt hands!

A half conscious Poonam was rushed to the hospital. Her hands were burnt; as if they burnt during dousing of flames. She was shifted to operation theatre.

Poonam didn't know about the tragedy that had struck her. Rishabh, her husband had succumbed to injuries.

'"Papa, how is Rishabh now? Where is he ? Why hasn't he come to meet me yet?" Asked Poonam

" he is fine. He is under observation", replied her father.

" Excuse me Sir. We need to talk to the witness", the police office interrupted their conversation.

Sensing something wrong, Poonam coaxed the people standing there.

"Mrs Poonam, I hope you can guide us nicely in the case of Rishabh murder case" said the officer.

Poonam was shocked and devastated.

After some time, when she felt a bit better, " like every morning, Rishab had gone to kitchen to make tea. Suddenly, I heard someone screaming while I was sitting in my room only. When I ran to check him, to my horror, he had caught fire. I tried to douse the flame. As a result my hands too burnt and then I lost my consciousness", she was inconsolable by now.

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"Rishabh Handa case is closed in view of insufficient data. He died due to accidental kitchen fire. The Court is adjourned". The verdict was passed in one of the most sought after case in the city.

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" Hi Ani. Now since Rishabh case verdict is out, we can sigh a breath of relief. But we still need to be careful till the time his property is legally mine. So don't be eager to meet me. I will have to shed these crocodile tears for some more time. Ok sweetheart, will soon catch you up", Poonam disconnected the call; she looked at her hands; still bearing the marks of burns. She patted herself once again for the master plan; the plan to kill Rishabh.