“So let's start from the beginning, Kabir. Shall we?” The woman in her late thirties asked the young man handcuffed to his chair.
The woman is from the intelligence bureau. It is an internal intelligence agency of India, which gathers intelligence from within India and also executes counter-intelligence and counter-terrorism tasks. The IB comprises its employees from law enforcement agencies such as the Indian Police Service (IPS) or Indian Revenue Service (IRS) and the military.
The woman - Poulomi started as an Indian Foreign Service officer, posted in the middle east, and that is when she began doubling up in her work responsibilities. Poloumi dealt with RAW and other intelligence officers undercover in the middle-east countries. She would help them unearth terrorist plots against India. As well as; provide intel to the Indian agencies that they could share with other friendly nations.
Ten years into her work, she was brought back into the country and posted in IB. She was just 35 at the time. From out-land threats, she was now looking at the inward threats in light of the internal upheaval in the country. She had dealt with various situations within the country, situations as; the issues in Jammu & Kashmir, the uprisings in Assam, and the protests in Delhi. She had contributed massively to the intel the govt was able to build on these issues.
On the personal front, she was now thirty-nine, and she was still an IFS for her husband and her sixteen-year-old kid, as she had to keep her identity covert. She was married early and had made work her first love, almost obsessively. Her husband was a successful businessman and was very supportive of her career choice. She got to spend more time with her family since she moved back to India four years ago. She enjoyed it while doing meaningful work. She was safe most of the time as she was seldom out in the field.
Catching a criminal often requires the authorities to get inside the villain's mind to figure out how he thinks. That's the job of IB agent Poulomi. She attempts to understand serial-killers psychology by studying their damaged psyches. Along the way, the agent pioneers the development of modern serial-killer profiling.
“What the F, why would I talk to you?” Kabir scoffed.
He looked toward the door behind his back as if expecting the guard to take him back to his cell. But nothing of that sort happened.
Kabir is an Indian serial killer, serial rapist, and necrophile who murdered ten people. He is noted for colossal genital, which he wielded in front of the crowd during his court trial and swanked to everyone. He is also known for his high intellect, possessing an IQ of 152. He got a nickname from the investigating officers, “The-MILF-Killer”, as most of his victims were milfs.
Born in Mumbai, Kabir had a troubled upbringing. His parents divorced; as a child, he moved to Pune with his abusive mother before returning to Mumbai when he turned fourteen, where Kabir murdered his neighborhood MILF when he was fifteen. He was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia by court psychiatrists and sentenced to a mental hospital as a criminally insane juvenile.
Released at the age of 21 after convincing a psychiatrist that he had rehabilitated, Kabir was regarded as non-threatening by his future victims. He targeted mature women during his killing spree, luring them into his vehicle and driving them to secluded areas where he would murder them before taking their corpses back to his home to be decapitated, dismembered, and violated.
Kabir then murdered a TV actress and one of her friends before turning himself in to the authorities. Found sane and guilty at his trial, he requested the death penalty for his crimes. His appeal for the death penalty got declined for some reason. Since then, he has been in prison.
At present, Kabir is sitting inside an interrogation room with a woman he has never seen before. She reminds him of one of his victims.
“Stop looking at the door, Kabir. You're not going anywhere for another hour.” Poulomi stated matter of factly, pulling out a notebook and a pen from his purse. She also puts the phone on the table between them and starts recording the audio of their conversation.
Kabir stares at her in disbelief and can't wrap his head around the event.
“Fine, I'll go first. I'm Poulomi, a psychiatrist for the intelligence bureau. I'm here to study your psychology to help the law enforcement documenting the damaged psychology of people like you,” She had to stop.
Kabir starts laughing and doesn't stop for a minute. Poulomi glares at him and waits for him to stop. His laughter abruptly stops when he reads the countenance of Poulomi. She's not joking.
“Why don't you just read my file?” Kabir shrugs his shoulders.
“I'm interested to know the details which are missing from your file,” Poulomi says with a deadpan expression.
Kabir checks her out top to bottom and smacks his lips.
“Alright, but what's in it for me?” He gets to the point.
“Great, now we're talking.” A victorious smile appears at the corner of her lips and wains. But it's too late Kabir had noticed it already. He's intrigued.
To be continued, in private probably.