Scene: Central Sessions Court, Delhi

Crowded. Buzzing. Cameras banned but every journalist's pen trembling on their pad.

The judge's gavel echoed as Piya Kaur stepped into the witness box, not as a victim — but as the one demanding answers.

Viom stood beside the prosecution bench, eyes locked on Param Singh Chaddha, who sat across the court — bound in chains, hair disheveled, eyes sunken but still burning with twisted delight.

The courtroom fell silent as the judge allowed Piya to speak.

She took a breath.

Stepped forward.

Her voice calm but cutting.

"Why?" she asked.

"Why did you kill my parents? Why did you ruin my life?"

There was silence.

And then—

Laughter.

Dark. Hollow. Echoing through the room like thunder inside a tomb.

Param leaned forward, his hands twitching, the madness bleeding from every word.

"Why?"

"Because I loved you, Piya."

Gasps filled the courtroom.

He stood abruptly, ignoring the guards flanking him.

"I wanted to marry you. I needed to. My eyes were on you the day you turned thirteen. So pretty. So... perfect. And always hiding behind Viom."

"You clung to him like a shadow, like he was your savior. And that's when it hit me..."

His voice dropped into a chilling whisper.

"If he married you... the entire property — ₹3,000 crores — would go to him. You'd hand it over like a wedding gift."

"Your parents were planning it. Your mother said it herself on the phone."

"So I did what I had to do. I erased them. I erased the only obstacle between me... and you."

Piya stared at him, shaking — not from fear, but rage.

"You didn't love me," she said, her voice shaking. "You tried to own me. You tried to silence me. You were a coward."

Param's smirk vanished.

She stepped forward again, bold and burning.

"You didn't just destroy a family.

You created a woman who will never let monsters like you hide behind money and madness again."

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The judge banged the gavel.

"That's enough. Let the record show: the accused has confessed — in open court — to premeditated murder, obstruction of justice, and attempted rape.

This court will reconvene tomorrow for final sentencing."

Param was dragged away — screaming, this time not from madness, but from losing.

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Outside the Court

Cameras clicked. Reporters chased after Piya and Viom.

One question cut through the noise:

"Ms. Kaur, what now?"

She looked straight at the cameras.

"Now?" she said. "Now I rebuild what he tried to destroy."

Scene: Central Sessions Court – 4:00 PM

The courtroom stood packed. Tense. Breathless.

Security was doubled. Cameras barred. Every official seated.

Param Singh Chaddha was brought in — chained, guarded by six armed officers. His face no longer smug.

He was sweating. Palms twitching. The echoes of his own confession now sealing his fate.

Piya Kaur sat beside Viom, eyes calm, spine straight — carrying the strength of the innocent who refused to be broken.

The judge, Justice Rajeev Anand, entered and took his seat.

The court rose.

"In the case of The State vs Param Singh Chaddha, this court has examined:

    •    Multiple testimonies

    •    Confessional evidence

    •    Electronic surveillance

    •    Financial records

    •    Voice recordings of premeditated assault

    •    And the murder footage of Kiranjeet and Ranjan Kaur, the parents of Piya Kaur."

A pause.

The judge looked up, piercing through Param's soul.

"You were given wealth. Power. Position.

And you used it to destroy lives, bury the law, and silence justice."

He flipped to the final page.

"This court sentences you as follows—

    •    Life imprisonment for financial fraud and illegal asset laundering.

    •    Twenty years for conspiracy to commit murder.

    •    Ten years for illegal possession of firearms and evidence destruction.

    •    Life sentence for attempted rape and aggravated assault on a minor."

Param sat frozen. Face blank.

But the room wasn't done.

Because then came the thunder.

The judge's tone shifted — cold, final.

"And for the cold-blooded, premeditated murder of Kiranjeet and Ranjan Kaur...

And the attempted murder of Piya Kaur,

This court pronounces:

Capital punishment.

You are to be hanged till death, under IPC Section 302."

The courtroom gasped.

"Execution will be carried out at Tihar Jail within the next two hours."

Param snapped.

"NO! You can't— I have rights— I—!"

Guards restrained him. His screams echoed like a dying animal.

Justice Anand's gavel came down once more:

"This court is adjourned.

May justice bring peace to the dead... and power to the living."

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Outside the Courtroom

Media vans flooded the streets.

The news spread like wildfire.

"BREAKING: PARAM CHADDHA TO BE EXECUTED TODAY – 7:00 PM"

#JusticeForPiya #ChaddhaExecution #DeathSentence

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Inside the Holding Cell

Param stared at the wall.

The same silence he had once forced upon a little girl...

...was now crawling through his own chest.

No escape. No phone call. No pardon.