‘Who killed Gulab Sarin?’
The radiant new daughter-in-law of the influential Mehta family dies mysteriously on the very next night of her wedding. The murder is an inside job, the police are certain. It could be anyone – the adulterous husband, conniving in-laws, jealous friend and the love struck ex-fiancé.
With an aim to save themselves and incriminate others, it is not long before these suspects turn into amateur detectives, hunting for clues and delving into hidden secrets only they can unearth. They coerce, pry and blackmail in an attempt to get to the bottom of this mystery.
Will one of these nine unlikely sleuths finally unravel the mystery behind Gulab’s death and avenge it? Or will the truth die as viciously as Gulab?
everyday on phone since I shifted to Mumbai and it was evident in our conversations that Yuvi missed me sorely. He had completed a course in Hospitality Management and was doing his internship under his father’s guidance. “Do you know where Sid is?” I asked. He spoke a moment too late than he should have and some of the excitement ebbed from his voice. “No,” Yuvi replied. “I am outside your home. I came specifically from Mumbai to catch this match with Sid….” I sounded depressed and tired. “
Maa’s memory, I wanted an extremely simple marriage ceremony as per Sikh customs at the Gurudwara she used to frequent as a child in Paonta Sahib, her paternal home. Though disappointed, he gave in to my demands and I graciously agreed to a grand pre-wedding function and an even grander reception ceremony. The festivities started with Shagun, engagement ceremony, which marked the beginning of the wedding celebrations. The Ratnagiri Palace sparkled for the occasion with the shimmer of satin, the
Mother-in-law. •Age – 56 years. •Last saw the victim alive at 12:30 am. •Went to bed at 1:30 am. •Activity report between 12:30 am and 1:30 am – getting ready for bed. •Activity report between 2:00 am and 4:00 am – sleeping. •Alibi – no. •Any motive for wanting victim dead – no. •Rapport with victim – had known victim since she was a child. Had liked her as a person and was happy with the marriage of her son with the victim. 4. Mr. Vikram Mehta •Relation to the victim –
A stare, a very blank stare from Yuvi. A sharp incisive “Suicide?” from Monica. A “Good God!” from Biji. “Impossible!” Sid exclaimed. “We just got married!” “My thoughts, exactly,” thought Inspector Sharma. “Nevertheless, my friend, it was Gulab. Because, in no other way can you account for the facts of the drugged milk and the stolen poison otherwise. Gulab had the perfect opportunity to drug your milk after Sara handed it to her and she had been to Sara’s lab as well the day she cut her
call her crazy.” “Please!” he pleaded. “Tell them everything.” Yuvi looked around the table, at the pleading expression of Ned, the red rimmed eyes of Sara, and his face filled with misery. An inner battle ensued and he came to a decision. He murmured distractedly, remembering that awful night, “I couldn’t sleep that night because my AC had broken down. I went out to the balcony for some fresh air. I saw Gulab on the Pavilion, she was dancing. I couldn’t see Sid with her, so I decided to go