The Unknown Truth : Story (Thriller Mystery Story)
The Unknown Truth : Story : It was a quiet evening, twenty years ago.
Suraj was driving on the highway, enjoying the journey with his 5-year-old son, Kabir. Suddenly, there was a small accident. His car lightly hit another one. The damage was minor, but the man in the other car, Varun, came out boiling with anger.
Varun was tall and fierce-looking. Just his presence was enough to scare anyone. Suraj stepped out, folded his hands politely, and said, “Brother, I will pay for the damage. Please calm down.”
But Varun didn’t listen. In front of everyone, he started beating Suraj without any mercy. Suraj didn’t raise a hand in defense. He just repeated, “Don’t do this in front of the children.”
In Varun’s car, his wife Sheetal and their kids, Dhruv and Rashmi, were laughing at the scene. Meanwhile, Kabir sat inside his car, trembling and helpless, watching his father get beaten. His heart burned with anger and shame.
When Varun finally left, Kabir asked, “Papa, that man hit you so badly, but you didn’t fight back?”
Suraj placed his hand on his son’s head and said softly, “Son, his children were watching. If I had fought back, it would have left a painful scar on their minds. Sometimes silence is the real strength.”
Those words stayed in Kabir’s heart forever, but so did the bitter memory of that day.
Two Decades Later
Twenty years passed. Suraj was no longer alive, but Kabir fulfilled his dream of becoming an honest police officer. Life was going well. He even had someone he loved—Rashmi.
One day, Kabir visited Rashmi’s home. There he met her mother Sheetal and her brother Dhruv. During the conversation, Kabir asked about her father. Sheetal’s eyes filled with tears. She said, “Varun disappeared 20 years ago. The police tried, but no clue was ever found.”
Kabir comforted her and promised to reopen the case. He began his investigation. While digging through old records, he discovered the shocking truth—that the missing man, Varun, was the same man who had beaten his father two decades ago.
Kabir kept this knowledge to himself. He didn’t tell Rashmi or her family. Days went by, but no clue surfaced. Frustrated, he went back to Rashmi’s house, where Sheetal asked with a heavy heart, “Did you find anything?”
Kabir sighed. “No. I checked everything. Maybe he killed himself, but no unidentified body matching his face was ever found.” He left with disappointment.
The Beggar
As Kabir was leaving, he noticed an old beggar nearby. The man’s neck was twisted, his face disfigured, and he looked crippled by paralysis. Sheetal casually said, “Oh, he’s just a beggar who roams around here all the time.”
Kabir walked on, but the beggar’s face haunted him. He realized he had often seen this man lurking near Rashmi’s home. Suspicion grew inside him, and he ran back to confront the old man.
Since the beggar couldn’t speak, Kabir asked, “Who are you?”
The beggar led him to an old, abandoned hut. Kabir immediately recognized it—it was his father Suraj’s hut, where he used to spend quiet moments alone.
Inside, the beggar handed Kabir a faded letter, written in Suraj’s handwriting.
The Letter
Kabir began to read.
“If you are reading this letter, it means someone has found Varun.
Yes, this beggar is none other than Rashmi and Dhruv’s father—Varun.
The day he beat me in front of everyone, he thought he had broken me. But he didn’t know, I chose silence not out of weakness, but strength. I held my anger back, and waited.
I started keeping an eye on him. One day, I injected him with a drug that made him unconscious. Then I brought him here, to this hut. As a doctor, I knew of a slow-working medicine that destroys a person from within without killing them immediately. I gave him that medicine. Slowly, his body changed. His neck twisted, his face deformed, his voice was lost, and he was left half-dead.
I could have killed him, but death would have been easy. Instead, I left him alive—so he would suffer every day, living the same shame he gave me. He would wander as a beggar, hated by everyone, forgotten even by his family. This was my silent revenge.”
Kabir’s eyes filled with tears as he finished reading. Across the room, Varun too was crying silently, broken and helpless.
Kabir took the letter to Sheetal. She read it, broke down, and started sobbing uncontrollably. From a distance, Varun watched, his own tears falling, as he realized the full weight of his actions and the lifetime of punishment already handed to him.
The End…
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