00:00November 20th. A quiet morning in Varanasi until a phone call sent shock waves through
00:08the police station. Five people. All shot the same way. Same precision. Same cold intent.
00:17At first, it looked like a man had murdered his own family. Until the truth came out,
00:22a truth 27 years in the making. The phone call was short. Just enough to make the duty officer
00:31drop his pen. Five bodies. All shot the same way. Within minutes, police cars were speeding
00:39toward a sprawling bungalow. Marble gates. Polished cars in the driveway. Everything screamed wealth
00:46and power. But inside, silence. The kind that feels wrong. First bedroom. A middle-aged woman. Eyes still
00:56open. Blood pooling beneath her. Second room. A young woman. Same execution style. One bullet to the head.
01:04One to the chest. Next room. Two boys. One just 15. The other barely into his 20s. Lifeless. Same
01:12precise shots. And the owner. Rajendra Gupta. A powerful liquor baron. Gone. It didn't take long
01:21to find him. 20 kilometers away inside an unfinished 10-story building. He was lying naked on a makeshift
01:30bed in the middle of cement bags dead. With the same brutal precision. At first, police whispered the
01:37obvious. Did he do it himself? Kill his family and then take his own life. But neighbors quickly painted
01:46a different picture. Rajendra wasn't the grieving family man type. He was controlling. Loud. A man who
01:55barked orders at his wife and children like they were employees. A man with enemies. Maybe more than he
02:02even realized. Then Rajendra's elderly mother dropped the bombshell. I know who killed them,
02:10she said. And it began in 1997. Rajendra's father, Lakshmi Narayan, ran the liquor and construction empire.
02:20He had two sons. Rajendra hot-headed, arrogant, and Krishna calm, respectful, beloved by everyone.
02:28It didn't take long for Lakshmi to see the truth. Rajendra was a liability. He lost his temper over
02:36nothing. Humiliated workers. Scared off clients. Krishna, on the other hand, built bridges wherever
02:44he went. So slowly, Lakshmi shifted control to Krishna. Rajendra noticed and hated it. Then came
02:53the news. Rajendra's wife was pregnant. For a brief moment, it seemed like the family might heal. But
03:01months later, she was dead under suspicious circumstances. Police opened a case, but it died
03:07quickly. Lakshmi knew in his gut who was responsible. From that day, Rajendra's fate in the family business
03:15was sealed. Lakshmi gave everything to Krishna. November 5, 1997. Rajendra walked into Krishna's home.
03:26No words. No warning. Just four shots. Two to Krishna. Two to his wife. Lakshmi pushed for justice.
03:34Rajendra went to jail for two years. But in 1999, he was released on bail and married Neetu Singh,
03:43a woman some whispered had been part of his first wife's death. Lakshmi refused to bend. Instead,
03:51he began grooming Krishna's sons, Jugnu and Vicky, to take over to business some day. Rajendra saw it
03:58as another insult. One night, gunmen ambushed Lakshmi and his bodyguard. Both killed. Everyone suspected
04:07Rajendra had ordered it. But with his influence and money, the case went cold.
04:13Rajendra now had everything wealth, property, control. Outwardly, he raised Krishna's three
04:20children, Jugnu, Vicky, and Dali. In reality, they were treated like servants. Left out of family
04:29celebrations, given the worst chores, reminded daily they were nothing compared to Rajendra's own
04:35children. The years hardened them. Vicky, especially, carried a burning rage, but hid it well. They focused on
04:44education, jobs, and getting Dali married into a good family without a single rupee of help from Rajendra.
04:54By October 2021, Jugnu and Vicky were working in Delhi. They returned to the family home in Varanasi and
05:04asked for their share of the property. Rajendra didn't just refuse. He humiliated them, pushed them out of the
05:12house in front of others. That night, Vicky's rage stopped being a silent companion. It became a plan.
05:21November 4th, 2024, Vicky told Jugnu to return to Delhi. He'd join him later. In reality, he was preparing for
05:31the massacre. The next morning, he entered Rajendra's bungalow. No arguments. No shouting. Just the cold
05:39rhythm of vengeance. One in the head. One in the chest. Again and again. No survivors. Not even the
05:47children who had bullied them. He left Rajendra's body in that unfinished building, stripped of the power,
05:55arrogance, and luxury he'd hidden behind for decades. Vicky vanished. A three-lack-rupee reward was
06:02announced. Three months later, police followed Jugnu to a meeting spot and found Vicky, face covered,
06:10out of money. Under questioning, they admitted it all. He killed our parents. Treated us like servants.
06:19Even his children mocked us. That's why no one was spared. Twenty-seven years. That's how long it took
06:27for justice to come. Not the kind from a courtroom. The kind born from sleepless nights. From swallowing
06:34insults. From watching the man who destroyed your life walk free.
06:49Boom.
06:51Enjoy your time.
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