The Mysterious Gupta Family Massacre in Varanasi:
As dawn quietly turned over Varanasi's narrow lanes and stone edifices on Tuesday, a terrifying silence blanketed a particular house. It was the home of the Gupta family, nestled in the heart of Bhelupur. The residents, Neetu Gupta and her three children, had been silenced forever. Their bodies were eerily still, with a penetrating bullet wound as a testament to their final moments of fear. Yet, the house’s patriarch, Rajendra Gupta, was nowhere to be found.
The moment the news of the four deaths spread, speculation began swirling through Varanasi. Rajendra Gupta, a man with infamy steeped in his blood, had stains of familial blood on his hands. Years ago, over something as mundane as inheritance, he stood accused of shooting dead his brother Krishna and his wife Manju in their sleep.
Hours after the discovery of the four bodies, police tracked Rajendra's phone to a half-constructed building in Rohanian, 15 kilometers away. There, in an empty, lone room lay Rajendra’s body—cold and lifeless. The site was appalling, his chest riddled with bullet wounds, yet bizarre in its lack of a murder weapon.
Seasoned officers of the Varanasi police were on-site, bewildered by the lack of struggle—no weapons, no signs of a fight. 'Three bullets, no weapon, no signs of a struggle...' one of them muttered, as a question gnawed at their minds—if not self-inflicted, who was pulling the strings?
This half-built house was Gupta’s upcoming project, an investment that promised a flourishing future. Inspector Mehta couldn’t ignore the glaring red flags of Rajendra’s contentious past. Was this a vendetta for his brother’s blood, or was it a conspiratorial setup to use Rajendra’s ill remnants to the advantage of some other sinister player?
Initially, the police weighed the evidence with the scales of familial discord and ancient grudges. There, amidst the chapters of his turbulent past, Rajendra had allegedly murdered his brother and sister-in-law while they slept, unchallenged by a conscience now thought to be his fate’s doom.
On that fateful morning, Rajendra’s elderly mother remained oblivious to the unfolding horror—a baffling fact against a backdrop of rampant gunfire whose echo silently ricocheted within the confines of their home.
It was morning chaos in the lanes of Bhadauni in Varanasi's Bhelupur police station region when shrieks erupted from Rajendra's residence as the maid arrived for work. The gruesome scene: cloaked strangers claimed their slumbering lives with bullets. The bodies of the lady of the house (Rajendra’s wife) and their three children lay blood-soaked across various rooms and a bathroom.
Despite the hours passing, as the head of the family, Rajendra, remained untraceable, police pinned a hypothesis on Rajendra’s erratic score, reflective of both temper and crime's compass. Yet, aligning with the cases of Krishna and Manju's deaths in 1997 over familial greed, when Rajendra had gone off-kilter and fired in silenced sleeps, had an all-too-familiar undertone.
Back then, Rajendra had even threatened the patriarch took similar shocking turns. Days before his brother's thirteenth-day death ceremony, his father met a similar fate with the accompanying security personnel. Police, thereafter, arrested both Rajendra and his accomplice, Anil. Yet, a puzzle in pursuit led Rajendra back into the world's embrace, his possession unfettered over his successful property claim.
Tuesday’s spiral of chaos kept police on an endless chase, finally led back to the under-construction abode in the Ramapur Lathia region of the city. Gupta's lifeless body lay covered by a mosquito net on his bed as if pulled from a dark tale with meticulous chapters yet unexplored.
The challenges of aligning his dead figure on the bed with the complex puzzle piece that Rajendra Gupta might have plotted his family’s end, 15 kilometers apart. Yet, the signs of deliberate calm covered his last resting state.
The cloak of circumstantial sound leaves nothing casual: No coats of invisibility shield the marks on his dead face. Was a professional executioner behind these five riddles? Circling pointed fingers created whispers of unspoken wars, as Rajendra's mother, Sharada Devi slept through silent rebukes embedded in echoes of slaughter.
