Back at the Parmar Residence an unsettling tension hung in the air. Police officers had just pried open the massive freezer that had become the focal point of their investigation. With a heavy creak the cold metal door swung wide, revealing a horrifying secret inside. Gasps echoed among the officers as they peered into the frigid interior. There surrounded by frost and the whir of machinery lay a severed female body. It was meticulously stitched together and preserved with chilling precision. Several cardboard boxes sat nearby. Their contents hidden but ominous. Constable Sharma's voice quivered as he spoke, "This…this is beyond anything I've seen before." The forensic team arrived quickly. Their expressions sombre as they began documenting the grim scene. Outside the apartment, a throng of reporters clamoured for attention with their cameras flashing furiously. Onlookers gathered near the open main door. Some whispering in shock, while others nervously laughed struggling to comprehend the horror unfolding before them. Through a broken window on the ground floor curious strangers craned their necks to catch a glimpse of the scene inside. A few daring souls attempted to enter but were halted by the heavy door bolted tightly from within. Among the crowd stood Dr. Asmee Deshmukh. Her face a mask of determination. Her dark, piercing eyes were fixed coldly on a frail old man being wheeled down the stairs by police officers. The old man's frailty contrasted starkly with the chaos around him, yet something in his gaze hinted at a profound unspoken sorrow. "Look at her," a neighbour whispered to another. "She's not just a doctor, there's anger in her eyes. She must be harbouring a grudge."
Inside the apartment the tension was palpable. A group of lawyers huddled together. Their voices low but fierce as they debated the legal ramifications of the situation. "Article 21 of the Indian Constitution guarantees the right to life," one advocate argued passionately. "But what about the rights of the deceased? Section 297 of the IPC deals with offenses related to neglecting a dead body." Another lawyer nodded in agreement. "Kanishk Parmar's actions breach multiple laws. Not only did he neglect to perform the last rites, but he also endangered public health by improperly storing a corpse." Several doctors from the Medical Council of India had arrived to examine the preserved body, their long and dull faces behind surgical masks. Through the thick glass of the freezer the body lay visible. It was an eerie reminder of the unnatural act that had taken place. Dr. Raghavan, the President of the Analytics Society of India (ASI) was engaged in a heated discussion with police officers and lawyers. "This is a clear case of criminal negligence," he asserted, his voice rising. "Sections 269 and 176 of the IPC apply here. Negligent acts likely to spread infection and failure to inform public authorities." On the ground floor a bedroom was cluttered with folders, files, police reports, and court documents along with remnants of a long and complicated legal battle. The old man sat in a worn armchair. His gaze fixed on a framed photograph of Kanishk hanging on the wall. His eyes glassy with grief. A police officer approached gently. "Sir, can you tell us what happened here?" The old man's voice was barely audible. "Kanishk…my grandson…he was under so much pressure. I don't know what led him to this. I fear…I fear he's lost to us." Nearby all the advocates whispered urgently among themselves. "This must have been a calculated act or a financial desperation or might be stress…but still, it feels premeditated." One lawyer turned to the police officers with urgency in his tone. "We need to ensure Kanishk faces charges under sections 269 and 176 IPC. The law must take a firm stand to deter such actions."
Outside the premises the ward boys carefully lifted the enormous freezer and its chilling contents concealed beneath a thick tarp. They loaded it into a waiting Matador van. The engine rumbling as it prepared to transport the body for further examination. Police inspectors, doctors and the old man boarded a police van. The weight of the unfolding tragedy bearing heavily on their shoulders. As the vehicles pulled away from the Parmar Residence the crowd slowly began to disperse leaving behind an unsettling silence that seemed to seep into the very walls of the apartment.