Life story (killer) | Halek Hossain

 

The feeling of love never comes. He himself does not know who will paint himself in the color of love. Then I was studying in class nine. One day I went to school and heard that the girl who was studying with us named Soha had left the house holding the hand of a Hindu boy named Utpal Roy. 

I was surprised to hear that. Because, so far I have seen Hindu girls leave home with Muslim boys but for the first time I have seen Muslim girls also curse other members of the family to get the love of Hindu boys. Moreover, Soha was the daughter of a conservative Muslim family. He had to abide by strict family rules and regulations. I saw the burqa fall from class six. We never saw his face. The boys were curious to see his face. Even then, love penetrated Soha's heart through the veil of conservative family. And Soha's parents did not accept the girl's relationship with the Hindu boy. 

So Soha breaks all the old ties and takes a new connection across Soha. Friends from school were going to see Soha-Utpal's family. I went with them. I walked about one and a half kilometers to reach Utpal Roy's house. Quite a big house. There was no shortage of furniture. There was no one in the house except Soha and Utpal. Utpal's parents passed away a few years ago. I would never see Soha's face because she would go to school wearing a burqa. I saw it that day. I couldn't take my eyes off it. The queen of fairies met to see. If he got such a face, ignoring the rule of his parents, any prince would leave the palace and marry her effortlessly. We went from there for a while to wish Soha-Utpal a beautiful life.

We went back to each other's homes. Towards the end of December. I went home for winter vacation. One evening I was walking with a friend. My friend told me about a man from a nearby village. He lost everything by gambling and made the latest bet on his wife. After the evening, a gambling party will be held at Loktarbari. The matter is very confidential, I found it very interesting. So I ran to the gambler's house to satisfy my curiosity with my friend. We were late. Towards the end of the game. Five spectators including us. In other words, the game was being played in secret. The man who bet the wife and the house seemed very familiar to me. The game ended on time. The betting man lost. 

The winners asked for prizes. The man went inside the house to fetch his wife. Some time passed. Seeing that the man was not coming, everyone except me and my friend entered the house. Suddenly they screamed and ran away like that. I went in curious and both of them were amazed at what I saw. The wife was lying on the floor with her head and body severed. And a girl was sitting on the side wall with her back spread and her legs spread, crying. Throw a blood-stained sharp shot to the right hand. 

It was not difficult to recognize the girl. The girl was Soha, my girlfriend who ran away from home holding Utpal Roy's hand. I did not recognize Utpal before. Because, his face was full of beard, goofy. Moreover, his face has been ruined due to intoxication. The whole thing became clear to me. But I lost the power to speak. After a while the police came. I realized that the fleeing people had informed the police. A policeman asked me, who killed? Soha said quickly, "What are you asking him? I am a murderer, 

I have committed murder, take me away. I loved him very much. Soha was handcuffed and taken away by the police. I just looked. Because, that's normal. If you kill, you have to go to jail. Besides, I knew that there is no harm in killing love in this country, but there is no shortage of handcuffs for killing love killers. Someone, somewhere waiting for you "But, you have to find the right person and stay away from the cheater.