Village and Family: The village of ‘Shantpur’ (formerly ‘Doi Sim’), which had never witnessed a major tragedy before, was suddenly rocked by a horrific event. This was the story of Mr. Avinash Sharma’s family, one of the most respected and cultured families in the entire region.

Two Deaths: In a span of just seven days, Mr. Avinash’s two eldest sons died unexpectedly.

First, there was Vinay Sharma (33). He was working in the fields when he suddenly collapsed, his face pale, and foaming at the mouth. The family rushed him to the district hospital, but it was too late. The doctor concluded it was a sudden cardiac arrest. The entire family had not yet recovered from the shock when, on the seventh day, while performing rituals for Vinay, Ajay Sharma (29) was found lying unconscious in the banana plantation behind the house. By the time they discovered him, his body had gone cold.

Superstition and Fear: The two deaths were so close that villagers speculated that it was the “cycle of death (Kaal-Chakra).” Everyone urged Mr. Avinash’s family to call a priest and perform a “Nivaran ritual,” or the next victim would be their youngest son, Naman (only 19 years old).

Atmosphere: Mrs. Manju (Mr. Avinash’s wife) was exhausted from crying and embraced her trembling little son. Relatives rushed in, people laid out puja trays and searched for birth dates. The air in the house was suffocating.

The Pandit’s Arrival: That night, Mr. Avinash invited Mr. Devdutt, a renowned priest from the Shaktinagar area. He took the pulse, consulted scriptures, and flipped through pages of inauspicious yogas. Then, he uttered a sentence that sent shivers down everyone’s spine:

“This house is truly under the spell of the ‘Kaal-Chakra.’ If the ritual isn’t performed immediately, it’s difficult for the little boy to survive.”

They all turned pale with fear. Naman began to tremble. He was only 19 years old, and he had never even left the village.

Searching for the Truth: But there was one person who had remained silent until now: Mr. Ramjilal, the head of the Sharma family and the calmest and most cautious person in the village.

He stepped forward and looked directly at Pandit Devdutt: “They both died in the backyard. Vinay collapsed in the field, but he had already eaten dinner before leaving home. Why didn’t anyone question the cause?”

Mr. Ramjilal asked everyone to recount the entire incident. When he heard Mrs. Manju say that all three children had eaten the same pot of braised fish she had made, Mr. Ramjilal’s face turned serious.

“That pot of fish curry… is it still there?”

Mrs. Manju trembled and replied: “Yes… it’s still in the kitchen.”

Mr. Ramjilal immediately ordered the pot of fish curry to be brought. As soon as the lid of the curry was opened, an unusual and faint odor emanated from it. They scooped a small amount of curry into a bowl and handed it to the police officer who was present to assist due to the continuous deaths.

The officer took a sniff and immediately expressed his suspicion: “This smell isn’t that of ordinary fish. Possibly… pesticide.”

The entire family was stunned.

The police immediately sealed the curry container and sent it for testing. The results shocked the entire Sharma family: the curry container was found to contain a large amount of paraquat, a highly toxic substance.

But the twist in the story was yet to come.

When called to testify, Mrs. Manju trembled and collapsed on the table: “I… I didn’t do it on purpose. I left the herbicide bottle next to the water pitcher. It was very early that day, and I thought it was a black bottle of fish sauce, so I poured it into the fish curry… I don’t know… I don’t know…”
These two deaths turned out to be no coincidence, no demonic ‘time-cycle’. Rather, it was a fatal accident caused by a mother’s carelessness and unintentional mistake.

The youngest son, Naman, was fortunate because he had dinner at a friend’s house that day and didn’t have time to take his chopsticks to the fish dish.

On the day the inquest findings were announced, Mr. Avinash was said to have simply sat quietly, his white hair disappearing overnight (i.e., turning completely white). His family’s tragedy came not from some devil, but from the trembling hands of a mother who loved her children more than the sky and the sea.

Even today, whenever people pass through the village of ‘Shantpur’, they tell the story of Mr. Avinash’s family’s “coincidence”—a story that haunts him and the entire village to this day.

… Mr. Ramjilal immediately ordered the pot of fish. As soon as the lid of the curry was opened, the entire family was stunned. The curry prepared that afternoon now emitted a strong, unbearable, and nauseating odor, which was not at all the smell of a normal fish curry.

Mr. Ramjilal picked up a little curry in a bowl, but the smell was so horrific that he retreated.

Inspector Yogesh, who had been present to assist due to the continuous deaths, immediately stepped forward. He sniffed carefully, then his face turned serious. His eyes fell on Mrs. Manju, who was crying beside him.

— “This smell… it’s not just of fish or spices. It’s the smell of a chemical, possibly an agricultural poison.”

The entire family stood rooted to the spot. Mr. Avinash almost faltered. All eyes were on Mrs. Manju, who had prepared the meal.

— “No… no… I only added salt and fish sauce…!” Mrs. Manju screamed, her hands clutching Mr. Avinash’s clothes tightly.

Inspector Yogesh immediately sealed the curry container and ordered it sent to the district headquarters for a speedy investigation. He also instructed: “Ensure the safety of our youngest son, Naman! He must not be allowed to eat or drink anything from the kitchen of this house!”

The next morning, the investigation report returned. It was like a bolt of lightning for Mr. Avinash’s family and the entire village of ‘Shantpur’.

The forensic lab report: A large amount of Paraquat, a highly toxic herbicide, was found in the fish curry container. The level was so high that it was enough to cause instant death for all three people.

The illusion of “kaal-chakra” or “inauspicious combination” was shattered. It was not a ghost, but poison.

Inspector Yogesh looked at Mrs. Manju. The grief-stricken mother’s face was now pale with fear and guilt. In front of the staring gaze of the police officer and dozens of relatives, Mrs. Manju collapsed to the ground.

— “This… I didn’t do this intentionally…!” Mrs. Manju sobbed, her words broken. “That night, I went to the kitchen to get fish sauce to cook. The bottle of Paraquat herbicide was also dark brown, and I had kept it next to the bottle of fish sauce… It was dark, and I was in a hurry… I mistakenly thought it was thick fish sauce, so I put it in the curry… I didn’t know! I didn’t know it was so dangerous! Forgive me… Vinay! Ajay!”

The entire Sharma family was stunned. The deaths of two sons, the destruction of a family, were not due to any curse or misfortune, but due to a mother’s terrible and fatal mistake in the dark of night.

Mr. Avinash heard it all, but his tears had dried. He simply sat quietly on the cot, his hair turning completely white (overnight white) in two nights, his eyes staring into the void.

Naman, the little son who miraculously survived, trembled with fear and looked at his mother. That day, he had planned to eat the curry, but in his hurry to play with a friend, he ate plain rice and didn’t even touch it. It was a cruel joke of fate that his youthful haste saved his life.

The tragedy at Mr. Avinash’s home wasn’t a ghost story, but a horrific accident caused by carelessness. It was a heartbreaking reminder that sometimes, the greatest danger comes not from a distant devil, but from the trembling hands of a mother who loves her child more than anything else in the world.

The tragedy at Mr. Avinash Sharma’s home was not only a complete shock to the family, but it also left a wound in the hearts of the village of ‘Shantpur’ that will never heal.

Mrs. Manju was later charged with causing death by negligence. However, in court, looking at the frail mother, her eyes filled with deep lines of pain and regret, no one could accuse her seriously. Her true punishment was lifelong remorse, haunted by the image of the painful demise of two sons she had unwittingly contributed to. The prison sentence was too small compared to the remorse she would forever endure.

Mr. Avinash, once a strong man and pillar of the family, had clearly broken down and aged overnight. He still lived in the same old house, but the sound of laughter had completely disappeared; it was replaced by a terrible silence. He never blamed Mrs. Manju, because he understood that her pain was greater than his. The husband and wife began to live like two shadows, silently existing with each other in a house filled with so many memories and tragedies.

Naman, the younger son who miraculously survived, despite his escape from the jaws of death, was deeply traumatized in his young soul. He lived in fear, haunted by the death of his two brothers and the guilt over his mother’s unintentional mistake. He became reticent and sullen, a deep sadness always lingering in his eyes. Naman left the village to study, seeking a new life, but the memory of that fateful fish curry will always remain with him.

The story of Mr. Avinash’s home, which began as a terrifying rumor about the “Kaal-Chakra,” ultimately reveals a far more serious and heartbreaking truth: carelessness and ignorance of the dangers inherent in everyday life. Vinay and Ajay’s deaths were not due to a curse or superstition, but to a human error—a mistake that claimed three lives and shattered a family forever.

This story became a lasting warning to the people of ‘Shantpur’, a reminder that the greatest disasters are often invisible, hidden, and can happen in your own home.