Gunjita Das of Class 7, shares the part 3 of ‘The Lingering Spirit of Grandma’ where Pupai finally comes to know about Kitartha Sinha and a family conspiracy. But the question is “is it truly over, or is there more to come?”

Total Recall

In the earlier episodes of this series, we came to know that the life of the Banerjee family was shattered by a tragic fire on 13th May 1981, claiming the life of beloved Grandma Amalika Banerjee—or so it seemed. What followed was a haunting sequence of unexplainable paranormal events, suggesting her spirit never truly left the house. From whispers in the night to ghostly visitations, the family was caught in a web of supernatural occurrences and unspoken truths.

As her grandchild Pupai grew older, a chance encounter in the village of Jhapsa set off a new chapter. Pupai saw a figure unmistakably similar to her Grandma, who had long been presumed dead. Determined to uncover the truth, Pupai starts probing the truth.

But nothing was as it seemed. A threatening plot involving mistaken identity, a murder attempt, and a long-hidden family conspiracy came to light. The woman who died in the fire was not Amalika, but Maya. And the man behind it all? Kitartha Sinha—a man whose name left Dipanshu Banerjee unconscious.

AND NOW…

The real truth behind the tragic lie.

A few weeks had passed. Dad had started to recover. But I still wasn’t satisfied. I wanted to know everything behind Grandma’s fake death.

While I was having breakfast one day, Dad came into the kitchen and whispered in my ear, “Kitartha Sinha is not safe. He is dangerous. He can destroy our whole family.”

I asked him to rest and not to worry about such things.

After breakfast, Mum told me to go and buy a packet of flour from the neighbourhood shop. As instructed, I went.

When I reached the shop, I asked for what I needed. While the shopkeeper was packing my order, I saw a strange group of men with scarves covering their faces. It felt odd, but I didn’t think much of it. I assumed they were trying to avoid sunburn.

I returned home and handed the flour to Mum. I told her about the strange men I had seen near the shop. She didn’t pay much attention, as she was busy preparing for Dad’s scheduled medical check-up.

While my father, Mr Dipanshu Banerjee, and my mother, Mrs Mishka Banerjee, left for the check-up, I stayed at home with Grandma. It was around 3 in the afternoon when I went to sleep in Grandma’s room. I hopped onto the bed with her and had just closed my eyes when a loud bang woke me up. I rushed out to the front yard with Grandma to check what had happened. What we saw left us speechless.

Five men with scarves over their faces—just like the ones I’d seen in the morning—stood there. The main gate had been broken and lay flat on the ground. One of the men was trying to approach Grandma. I came out of my shock, grabbed a bamboo stick left from some construction work, and struck the man on his right wrist.

The other four men rushed towards me and grabbed my hands. Then, another man entered. He hadn’t covered his face. He came close and introduced himself. He was none other than Mr Kitartha Sinha.

The four men holding me tied my hands and forced me to sit and listen to their boss, Kitartha Sinha. They did the same to Grandma. I realised Dad had been right all along.

We had no choice but to listen.

“The time has come for you to know everything,” Kitartha began. “Maya Maitra was my stepmother, and this lady—oh sorry, Ms Amalika Banerjee—these are the two people who destroyed my life.”

He paused, wiped his forehead, and continued, “My stepmother, the late Maya Maitra, killed my father, Mr Alok Maitra. I believe my real mother loved me the most, so I took her surname. Maya Maitra poisoned my father’s food!” he screamed.

Tears came out from his eyes as he continued, “She left him to die, and no one ever knew she was the murderer. She spread rumours that he was suffering from some illness.”

He paused again. “But that’s not all. There’s also the story of Amalika Banerjee. She’s the one who provoked my stepmother to kill my father. She used to come to our house and poison Maya Maitra’s mind.”

He took a long pause and finally said, “I’ve carried this inside me for years. But every day, I vowed to avenge my father’s death—and I began planning.”

He went on, “And finally, when the plan was ready, I struck. Yes, I killed that terrible woman.”

His eyes turned red with rage. “And you, Ms Amalika Banerjee—I took you to that village so I could continue my game.”

He slammed his hand against the corridor wall and said, “But this little devil ruined everything. So, as a parting gift—you get this,” he said, pulling out a gun and pointing it straight at my forehead.

I prayed to the almighty. Thoughts raced through my mind—how short my life had been, how my parents would react to the news of my death. I started crying and was on the verge of losing consciousness. But then….

“I also have a gift for you,” said a voice that pulled me back to my senses.

Was there hope?

I slowly opened my eyes and saw our trusted police officer, Ayaan Dutta, pointing his revolver at Kitartha Sinha, who was shocked and tried to flee—but of course, failed. The police constables rushed in, untied our hands, and offered us water.