04-02-2026, 09:43 AM
Turns out Ranjith had the wrong man.
beedaa wasn't the thief.
The real culprit was another rowdy from the same slum — a sly, wiry guy named Aslam, known for quick hands and even quicker escapes.
He had framed Karim by planting a stolen bangle in his shack, tipping off the security officer anonymously to settle an old score.
beedaa had been roughed up, cuffed, and thrown in the lockup for nothing. The truth came out two days later when Aslam slipped up — tried to pawn the gold at a shop where the owner recognized the items from the FIR. Ranjith's team raided again, caught Aslam red-handed, and the confession poured out.
beedaa was released with a grudging apology (more like a nod from the inspector), but the damage was done.
beedaa walked out of the station bruised, ego shattered, eyes burning with fresh rage.
Not just at Aslam... but at Ranjith.
The SI who had slammed him face-first into the dirt, knee in his back, while the whole slum watched.
Divya heard the news from the neighborhood women while fetching water that evening. "Arre, woh beedaa toh bechara nahi tha... asli chor toh Aslam nikla. SI saab ne galti kar di."
She froze mid-step, bucket heavy in her hands.
Her mind flashed to the arrest scene she'd overheard Ranjith describe — the tackle, the punches, beedaa's bloodied lip. And now... he was free. Innocent in that crime, at least.
That night, Ranjith came home quieter than usual. He knew the mistake reflected poorly on him — higher-ups had pulled him up for hasty action.
He ate in silence, kissed Monu goodnight, then pulled Divya close in bed. "Kuch tension hai office ka," he murmured, nuzzling her neck.
She let him take her gently, as always — his hands familiar, loving, safe.
beedaa wasn't the thief.
The real culprit was another rowdy from the same slum — a sly, wiry guy named Aslam, known for quick hands and even quicker escapes.
He had framed Karim by planting a stolen bangle in his shack, tipping off the security officer anonymously to settle an old score.
beedaa had been roughed up, cuffed, and thrown in the lockup for nothing. The truth came out two days later when Aslam slipped up — tried to pawn the gold at a shop where the owner recognized the items from the FIR. Ranjith's team raided again, caught Aslam red-handed, and the confession poured out.
beedaa was released with a grudging apology (more like a nod from the inspector), but the damage was done.
beedaa walked out of the station bruised, ego shattered, eyes burning with fresh rage.
Not just at Aslam... but at Ranjith.
The SI who had slammed him face-first into the dirt, knee in his back, while the whole slum watched.
Divya heard the news from the neighborhood women while fetching water that evening. "Arre, woh beedaa toh bechara nahi tha... asli chor toh Aslam nikla. SI saab ne galti kar di."
She froze mid-step, bucket heavy in her hands.
Her mind flashed to the arrest scene she'd overheard Ranjith describe — the tackle, the punches, beedaa's bloodied lip. And now... he was free. Innocent in that crime, at least.
That night, Ranjith came home quieter than usual. He knew the mistake reflected poorly on him — higher-ups had pulled him up for hasty action.
He ate in silence, kissed Monu goodnight, then pulled Divya close in bed. "Kuch tension hai office ka," he murmured, nuzzling her neck.
She let him take her gently, as always — his hands familiar, loving, safe.
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