After lunch, everyone left for their respective homes.
But Vishal asked Vijay to come with him to the police station. Vijay ignored his request.
Vishal thought that if Vijay didn't want to come to the police station, that was fine. The evidence against Alka could still come here.
So Vishal called the headquarters and asked them to send a female constable to Vijay's house with Alka's criminal records.
Vishal was standing in the balcony waiting for the records to arrive when suddenly Alka appeared in front of him.
"What happened, Vishal? Why are you behaving so strangely after seeing me?"
Vishal nervously forced a small smile.
"There's nothing like that. Actually, Vijay suddenly told us about you today… so…"
"By the way, you are very beautiful. Vijay is very lucky to have you."
"Thanks."
After a moment she said,
"It's been quite a while, hasn't it? Your guests still haven't arrived?"
"I… I didn't understand."
"You want to arrest me, don't you?"
"What?!"
"W-why would we arrest you?"
"Because I am a murderer… and you are a police officer. And the job of police officers is to put criminals behind bars. Isn't it?"
Vishal realized that his life was now in danger. He immediately took out his gun from his pocket and pointed it at Alka while shouting for Vijay.
But Vijay could not hear him.
The balcony was surrounded by soundproof glass, so no sound could reach inside.
Now Vishal thought that he should shoot Alka.
But Alka was simply staring at him silently without blinking. She showed no fear of the gun.
Vishal pulled the trigger.
But the gun did not fire because it was empty.
Vishal immediately understood that Alka had done this.
Suddenly he felt something hit his chest very hard. When he touched it, he realized he had been shot. Blood began to gush out of his chest like a fountain.
Within seconds, he collapsed on the ground like a dry leaf.
Alka came close to him and whispered something into his ear.
After hearing it, the fear on Vishal's face grew even more.
Alka stepped back and calmly watched him struggle and die, feeling extremely satisfied.
After a few moments of painful struggle, Vishal died.
After his death, Alka lifted his body and placed it in the trunk of her car. Then she carefully cleaned the place and also cleaned herself inside Vijay's house.
While eating lunch, Alka had secretly given Vijay a sleeping pill. She had also sent the servant home after lunch, so she had nothing to fear.
After taking a bath, she drove home with Vishal's body in her car trunk.
Her house was a little distance away from a large residential society, and there were no other houses nearby.
People in the society knew Alka and liked her very much because of her good nature.
After it became dark, she took Vishal's body out of the trunk and brought it inside her house.
Then, using a sharp knife in her kitchen, she cut the body into small pieces and blended them in a large mixer.
After that, she went to the market and bought a lot of ingredients to make fritters. She also placed a big order for a cake.
By the time she finished shopping, it was midnight.
She asked the delivery boy to bring all the groceries to her house.
The delivery boy delivered the items, took his payment, and left.
After receiving the groceries, she mixed all the ingredients in a large bowl and added the puree she had made from Vishal's body. From it, she prepared extremely delicious tikka.
Once the tikka was ready, she packed everything carefully and waited for morning.
At 6 AM, the cake delivery boy arrived with the cake.
Alka gave him some water and also handed him a parcel made from Vishal's remains.
"Sir, today is my birthday. This is for you."
The delivery boy happily took the parcel.
"Thank you, ma'am. And happy birthday."
"Thank you, sir."
He left after that.
Then Alka cut the cake into many pieces and packed them separately. With the help of a few people, she sent the parcels to almost every house in the nearby society.
Each parcel had a small note written on it:
"Today is my birthday, so this is for you. Please sweeten your mouth and make my day special.
Your friend, Alka."
Everyone was very happy after receiving the parcels and even sent blessing cards to Alka.
Finally, Alka took one parcel and went to Vijay's house.
Giving him the parcel, she said,
"Here, Vijay. I specially made this dish for you with my own hands. Taste it and tell me how it is."
Vijay took the parcel from her hands, held her hand, and pulled her closer.
"When you've made it yourself, how could it possibly taste bad?"
"Oh really? First taste it and then tell me… otherwise…"
"Otherwise what?"
"I'm leaving."
"Oh come on…"
"Alright, fine. I'll taste it first and then give you my review. Okay?"
"Hmm."