Sharma family goes missing in Himalayas – 2 weeks later, wife’s crime exposed

In a middle-class residential area of Dehradun, the Sharma family is considered a role model of success. Husband Arjun Sharma is a civil engineer and works for an infrastructure contractor; Wife Neha works in a nail/beauty salon along with a few sisters in the area. They have two young children, who are seen going to school every morning in blue uniforms, with glowing eyes and heartbroken laughter. Neighbours still say: “Their house is like a serene picture on the earth of temples.” ”

Then one winter day, bad news spread across the area: the whole family suddenly disappeared after a picnic in the Himalayas. His SUV was found near the entrance of the Nag Tibba Trail, the car door was slightly open, the bags were intact, but no one was seen. The Uttarakhand police immediately started investigating, with the local media reporting it extensively. The people of Dehradun were bewildered, and flocked to the mountains to search and pray.

The creepy thing was: the crime scene was spotless, no traces of struggle, no footprints – as if the whole family had disappeared into the snowy forest. Rumors flown in: wild animals, lost, even spiritualism around ravines. But the police insisted: “This is not just a case of disappearance. ”

Neha’s last photograph before she went missing was taken from a security camera at a grocery store on Rajpur Road: she was standing in front of the door, her eyes distant, her lips tightly clenched. Very few people knew that this tragedy had been planned ever since, and the bitter truth was just waiting to unfold.

The life of Indians in hill towns is not always a dream. After the “flashing” family photos on social media, the Sharma family was also under pressure. Arjun worked overtime to afford the apartment, while Neha stood for ten hours soaking in the smell of the salon’s chemicals, her hands torn.

There was very little food together. One day Arjun came home late, the rice was cold, the child was sleeping. Neha said sadly:
“What am I doing in the city? I’ve been working like a machine all day. ”

Arjuna frowned:
“At least here is my child’s future. ”

Petty arguments turned into a deep pit. On the outside, they were still a happy family, but Neha’s image of a hardworking husband faded, and replaced it with a coldness.

At the salon, amidst the sounds of filing and conversation, Neha met a regular customer – Rahul Khanna, a brave man, full of compliments, a good listener. Small things started to happen, too. Amidst farce and personal desires, Neha got lost in secrets: secret messages, hidden dates. A guilt thought came: “If it wasn’t for Arjuna, my life would have been different. ”

Two weeks after filing a missing person’s report, the police suddenly found the bodies of Arjun and two children in an inaccessible ravine, several kilometres off the Nag Tibba Trail. All three died tragically, with no traces of wild animals, but traces of human influence. The entire community of Dehradun was in shock. Everyone thought it was a tragedy – but who was the culprit?

At the same time, Neha suddenly appeared. People saw her coming out of Rahul’s serviced apartment in Clement Town, she looked tired but with an unusually calm face. The police immediately put him on the list of suspects. Her statements were contradictory: once she said she had lost her way, another time she said she had been attacked by a stranger. But phone evidence, location history, CDR, FASTag and camera footage exposed it.

The wife, who was being praised for her gentle and hardworking, turned out to be the mastermind. Neha had pretended to have a “family picnic” to take her husband and children to the mountains, then teamed up with her boyfriend to commit this ruthless crime. A dream of freedom was emerging in her mind – freedom from the burden of marriage. But instead of freedom, it fell into the clutches of the law.

The news spread throughout the Indian press and the local community. Acquaintances were stunned: “I never thought Neha would do something like this. Wherever you are, you can’t lose humanity. All eyes were on the deceased father and son; The entire neighborhood was plunged into mourning.

The story ends with a bitter lesson: In a foreign land or in one’s own homeland, the pressure to earn a living, a broken marriage, and weakness of heart can push people into darkness. The cost of betrayal is not just a broken family, but also a crime that is deeply etched in the memory of the community.