THEY THOUGHT SHE WAS JUST A GIRL—TRUTH LEFT POLICE SPEECHLES
It was a bright morning in the bustling town of Vishnupur, where the sun cast a warm glow over the marketplace. Amidst the chaos of vendors shouting and customers haggling, a seemingly ordinary woman in a yellow sari walked purposefully toward the market. Little did anyone know that she was not just any woman; she was Angelie Singh, the district superintendent of police, disguised to blend in with the crowd.
Angelie had chosen this particular day to step away from the trappings of her powerful position and reconnect with her roots. As she walked, memories flooded her mind—memories of her childhood spent savoring momos from street stalls, the laughter of friends, and the simple joys of life. Today, she craved that nostalgia. “Why not eat momos from a street stall today like the old days?” she mused, her heart light with the thought.
A few steps later, her eyes landed on a small cart where a thin, elderly man, perhaps in his fifties, was selling steaming hot momos. The sight brought a smile to her face. “Uncle, please give me a plate of momos,” she said, her voice warm and inviting.
The elderly vendor beamed at her, quickly scooping the delicious dumplings onto a plate. As Angelie savored her first bite, a wave of happiness washed over her. The taste was as delightful as she remembered, and for a moment, the burdens of her responsibilities faded away. But that blissful moment was abruptly shattered.
Suddenly, an inspector arrived, flanked by several constables. His presence was imposing, and his demeanor was anything but friendly. “Hey, old man, give me the money right now!” he barked, startling the vendor. The poor uncle trembled, his hands shaking as he stammered, “Sir, it’s just the start of the day. I haven’t earned anything yet. No customers have come. Please, come in the evening, and I’ll give you the money.”
Without warning, the inspector slapped the elderly man across the cheek, sending shockwaves through Angelie’s body. She was stunned, anger boiling within her. How could someone in a position of authority treat a vulnerable person like this?
“Stop, inspector!” Angelie shouted, stepping forward with fierce determination. “On what basis are you demanding money from him? You have no right to slap him. This is outright cruelty!”
The inspector glared at her, his eyes filled with contempt. “Don’t interfere. Do you even know what the matter is? Talk too much, and I’ll arrest you right now. Stand straight!”
Unfazed, Angelie replied, “What you’re doing is completely wrong. The law doesn’t say you can extort the poor. You will face consequences for this.”
In a fit of rage, the inspector struck Angelie hard across the cheek. The blow was powerful enough to make her stagger, but she quickly regained her composure. “You struck me,” she said, her voice steady. “Now I will file an FIR against you.”
The inspector laughed mockingly. “An FIR? You don’t understand. Speak too much, and I’ll beat you so badly you won’t be able to return home. Get out of here, or I’ll shove you out!” He grabbed the collar of the momo seller, shouting, “Hey, old man, if you show any smartness, it won’t be good for you.”
Angelie’s heart raced as she watched the inspector kick the cart, sending momos flying everywhere. The elderly vendor dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he scrambled to gather his goods. “Sir, please! I haven’t earned anything yet. Come this evening, whatever I earn, I’ll give it to you. Please don’t beat me!”
The sight was unbearable. Angelie felt a surge of compassion for the uncle, and she couldn’t remain silent any longer. “Uncle, you don’t need to beg for forgiveness,” she said, her voice firm. “These people are committing atrocities on the poor. They have no shame. You struggle to run your household, and they steal the fruits of your labor.”
Turning to the inspector, she declared, “Now I will teach you your place.”
The inspector sneered, “Oh, you’ve got the nerve to show me my place? What’s your worth in front of me? Go do your work. If you keep talking, I’ll beat you so badly you won’t be fit to walk.”
With that, he and his constables laughed and began to leave, but not before threatening the uncle. “I’ll be back this evening. If I don’t get the money, neither you nor your cart will be left. Understand?”
As they walked away, Angelie rushed to the uncle, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. “Uncle, are you alright? Don’t worry. I will teach these policemen a lesson.”
Crying, the uncle replied, “Child, why did you do so much for me? You got hit because of me. These are policemen. They have been tormenting us for years. We do nothing. You won’t be able to do anything either. Leave it.”
Taking a deep breath, Angelie responded, “No, uncle. This has gone too far. You don’t know what I can do. I will make sure these people are punished for their crimes. Don’t worry.”
That night, the incident replayed in her mind, fueling her resolve. She would not let the inspector’s actions go unpunished. The next morning, she went to the police station to file a report against Inspector Rahul Thiagi.
As she entered, the officers inside had no idea that the unassuming woman in the white sari was actually SP Angelie Singh. When she approached SAO Manoj Ray, he greeted her with a smirk. “Madam, what brings you here? What’s your business?”
With a firm but pleasant voice, Angelie replied, “Sir, I want to file a report against Inspector Rahul Thiagi. He slapped an elderly uncle who was selling momos on the street, overturned his cart, and scattered all his goods on the road. When I tried to stop him, he assaulted me as well.”
SAO Manoj’s expression shifted to disbelief. “Do you know who you’re speaking against? He’s the inspector here. We can’t file a report against him. So what if he slapped someone? Let it go. What can the poor people do? Don’t worry yourself and go home.”
Angelie’s blood boiled at his dismissive tone. “Look, don’t lecture me about the law. Every citizen of this country is equal, whether poor or rich. If someone commits a crime, action must be taken. And if you refuse to file the report, remember I can take action against you too. Understood?”
Manoj’s face reddened with anger. “Do you have the authority to file a report against us? I can have you put inside right now. Don’t mouth off and get out of here. You don’t know how much power we have.”
Angelie met his gaze, unyielding. “It seems you and your inspector need to be shown your place. But remember, when I return, you both will not be able to hold this station. Remember these words.”
With that, she stormed out, leaving the officers inside in stunned silence. Who was this woman who had spoken so fearlessly?
Back home, Angelie’s anger only intensified. She knew the station needed cleansing. If people like these remained, they would continue to rob the poor of their rights. She resolved to unmask them and went straight to Deputy Commissioner Aditia Sharma’s office.
Inside, she recounted the entire incident. After hearing her, the DC agreed to help. “We need proof to take action,” he said. “Can you gather evidence?”
The next day, Angelie donned her disguise once more, this time in a simple white sari. She returned to the police station, determined to confront the corrupt officers. As she entered, she spotted the same constable from the day before.
“Where is Inspector Rahul Thiagi?” she asked directly.
“Madam, he’s gone into town on some work,” the constable replied.
Just then, SAO Manoj entered through the back door. Upon seeing Angelie, his face fell. “What are you doing here?” he demanded.
“I have proof of the inspector’s misconduct,” Angelie said confidently. She pulled out her phone. “I recorded everything when I came to file the report yesterday.”
The DC’s expression turned grave as he listened to her. “Do you have evidence?”
Angelie nodded and played the recording, which captured the inspector’s threats and the assault on the momo vendor. “This footage is from the CCTV camera mounted at the spot.”
As the DC watched the video, his anger escalated. “It is absolutely necessary to suspend both of them. If police officers like these remain at the station, people will always live in fear, and justice will not be served.”
The next morning, a press conference was convened at the district’s largest office. The hall was packed with senior politicians, officers, and media personnel. The atmosphere was tense as everyone awaited the revelations.
DC Aditia Sharma took the microphone, his voice grave. “Today, I have come to tell you about a very serious matter. At a police station in our district, Inspector Rahul Thiagi and SAO Manoj Ray have committed acts that are a stain on the police uniform. The uniform exists to protect the public, yet these men have oppressed the poor and made a mockery of the law.”
Murmurs rippled through the hall as people exchanged shocked glances. The DC handed the mic to Angelie. “You all know that the duty of the police is to serve the people. But when the police themselves commit oppression against the public, we must raise our voices.”
Angelie took a deep breath. “A few days ago, I witnessed Inspector Rahul Thiagi and SAO Manoj Ray extorting the poor, assaulting them and abusing the law. I have personally gathered evidence against them. Now, please watch.”
The large screen displayed the video, showing the inspector slapping the elderly vendor and the chaos that ensued. The room erupted in noise, camera flashes intensifying as the media captured the moment.
DC Aditia Sharma declared, “From this moment, Inspector Rahul Thiagi and SAO Manoj Ray are suspended with immediate effect. Departmental proceedings will begin against them. Such people have no place in this department. No one is above the law, not even the police.”
The hall roared with applause, the atmosphere electric with support for Angelie’s courageous stand. A senior leader rose, praising her integrity. “Honest officers like SSP Angelie Singh are the true pride of this district. The step you have taken will keep the common people’s trust in the police alive.”
Angelie took the mic again, her voice strong. “This fight was not just for one elderly vendor but for every poor soul who has silently endured injustice for years. No one needs to be afraid. The law is equal for everyone.”
As she stepped outside, media cameras surrounded her, capturing her confidence. “Today, a new example has been set. From now on, no poor person will wander door to door for justice. Whoever oppresses the people will face consequences.”
Tears filled the momo vendor’s eyes, but this time, they were tears of relief. Through Angelie Singh’s courageous actions, a powerful message spread across the district: justice would prevail, and the law would protect the vulnerable.
