The unseen justice

Dr. Sen, also known as Dr. Himadri Sen, sat in his chamber, lost in sorrow. A renowned surgeon in Kolkata, he had spent the entire afternoon performing one operation after another, all successful—except for the last one.The patient had died on the operating table. And she wasn’t just any patient—she was the wife of his close friend, Kinjal.That was why Dr. Sen felt so utterly shattered.

Just then, there was a soft knock on the chamber door.

— Come in.

The door opened, and a nurse stepped inside. Looking at Dr. Sen with concern, she asked,

— Sir, won’t you go home? It’s quite late.

— Yes, I will. I just don’t feel well today. Everything took such a terrible turn… How will I even face my friend?

Sighing, Dr. Sen rose from his chair. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he stepped out of his chamber—only to see Dr. Roy approaching.Dr. Roy, much older than him, looked at him and spoke in a firm yet gentle voice,

— You should go home. I’ll take care of things here.

— But I—

— Dr. Sen, you are a renowned surgeon. Breaking down like this doesn’t suit you. The patient’s condition wasn’t good to begin with. Just go. I’ll handle everything.

Dr. Sen didn’t argue. He simply turned and walked toward the elevator, his steps slow and heavy.As soon as he stepped inside and pressed the "G" button, his entire demeanor changed.The sorrowful expression vanished, replaced by a twisted smirk at the corner of his lips.He silently praised himself for carrying out such a flawless act all this time.

The truth was, Dr. Sen and Kinjal had been waiting for this day for a long time.For years, they had been deeply involved in an organ trafficking ring and Piyali—Kinjal’s wife—had found out about it.The day she discovered their secret, they had made a decision. Piyali had to die.But they needed to do it in a way that wouldn’t raise any suspicion.So Kinjal had played his part well, acting normal around her. He had earned back her trust, made her believe that nothing was wrong.And all the while, he had been poisoning her—slowly, methodically.Sometimes, he mixed the poison into her food. Other times, he dissolved it in her water.Piyali’s health had started to deteriorate.And when the time was right, Dr. Sen had finished the job.

No one would ever suspect them. Dr. Sen’s medical expertise was enough to throw the police off their trail.Thinking about this, a devilish grin spread across his face.

Suddenly, the elevator jolted violently, coming to an abrupt stop.The dim lights flickered a few times before going out completely, plunging the small space into complete darkness.A chill ran down Dr. Sen’s spine.He pressed the emergency button, but nothing happened.

— Help! Security, help! he shouted, his voice echoing inside the enclosed space.But no response.Fumbling, he pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight and then—he froze.His breath caught in his throat.Standing right in front of him was Piyali.Staring straight at him.

She was wearing the same surgical gown she had worn during the operation.Her eyes blazed with an unholy fire—a terrifying thirst for revenge.Dr. Sen’s legs trembled. His breath quickened. Instinctively, he stepped back, pressing himself into the corner of the elevator.His voice broke into a terrified scream.

— This... this can’t be! It’s impossible! His throat went dry as he stammered,

— I... I killed you with my own hands...

Before he could utter another word, Piyali’s cold, lifeless hands wrapped around his throat.His breath caught. His lungs burned for air.He struggled, flailing desperately, his body thrashing against the elevator wall.But Piyali didn’t let go.Her grip only tightened.Her fingers, like iron claws, pressed deeper into his skin, choking the last remnants of life out of him.Slowly, his struggles weakened. His frantic movements came to a halt.With one final, shuddering gasp, Dr. Sen’s lifeless body collapsed onto the cold elevator floor.And in that very instant—Piyali’s spirit faded into the air.Just then, the elevator jolted back to life.With a faint hum, it resumed its descent.

The lights flickered once—then glowed brightly, illuminating the silent, motionless body lying on the floor.As soon as the elevator reached the ground floor, the doors slid open with a soft chime.The people waiting outside gasped in horror.There, sprawled across the elevator floor, lay Dr. Sen’s grotesquely twisted corpse.His mouth hung open in a frozen scream.And his eyes…His eyes were bulging—locked in an unblinking stare at the elevator ceiling, as if he had seen something beyond human comprehension.The power outage had caused the CCTV cameras to stop working.And since Dr. Sen had been alone in the elevator, the true cause of his death remained a mystery.

The autopsy later revealed a chillingly simple conclusion—Dr. Sen had died of asphyxiation.But how?No one could explain.No one would ever know what truly happened inside that elevator.

Exactly two days after the incident, Kinjal’s lifeless body was discovered—hanging from the ceiling of his flat.People whispered among themselves, speculating that the grief of losing both his wife and his close friend had driven him to suicide.But the truth behind his death…The real story of what happened…Remained a mystery—one that no one could ever uncover.