Before Sahida Begum could comprehend anything, she was rendered unconscious with chloroform. A few moments later, when Zakir Sahib and Sahida Begum regained consciousness, they found themselves captive. However, their child was nowhere in sight. They anxiously inquired about their child. That’s when Shiuli said,
“Here I am. Am I not the flower that you lacked? Wasn’t I the child you received and felt so happy about? Right?”
Shiuli’s face twisted with ferocity, and Zakir Sahib and Sahida Begum were paralyzed with fear. They could not respond. Seeing their silence, Shiuli drove a surgical knife into Zakir Sahib’s eye. He screamed in agony. This house was far from any settlement, and it was a rainy night—there was no one around to hear their cries. Blood oozed from Zakir Sahib’s eye, a sight that delighted Shafayet. Shiuli let him drink the blood. This marked the beginning of Shiuli’s transformation from an ordinary girl to a ruthless killer.
Shiuli mercilessly murdered Zakir Sahib and Sahida Begum. She cut Zakir Sahib’s limbs into thirty pieces and divided his torso into five. She sliced open his chest and pulled out his heart. His screams of agony were unbearable. Witnessing this, Sahida Begum fainted. However, Shiuli did not kill her immediately. By then, Shiuli had turned into a complete psychopath. She wanted to hear the agonizing cries of those who had wronged her. So, she waited until Sahida Begum regained consciousness.
When Sahida Begum awoke, Shiuli first mutilated her chest and forced her to eat the severed flesh. Overcome with pain and fear, Sahida Begum pleaded for her life, crying bitterly. But Shiuli didn’t listen. She began cutting Sahida Begum into pieces.
Sahida Begum sobbed, “I am your mother.”
“You bastard. Shiulis don’t have mothers. If they did, no Shiuli would ever turn into a monster.”
Then Shiuli poured hydrochloric acid onto Sahida Begum’s private parts. She writhed in excruciating pain before meeting a brutal death. Shiuli buried their corpses in the yard of the bungalow.
Thus began Shiuli and Shafayet’s spree of fifty murders. Shiuli targeted her clients and men who had exploited other women. Shafayet stayed with her, addicted to the sight of blood. Over time, Shiuli became even more ferocious. She realized that simply killing and burying bodies wasn’t enough. The world remained ignorant of the evil these men had committed. She wanted the world to know.
So, Shiuli decided not to bury the corpses anymore but to scatter them across different parts of the city. She wanted the police and the media to talk about them. This new obsession led her to start dumping bodies publicly.
Eventually, when Shiuli—now known as Diya—noticed that Choyon was becoming suspicious of Shafayet, she decided to frame Shafayet. After all, Shafayet wasn’t a good person either. That night, when Choyon called to ask why Shafayet was leaving the city, Diya was with Shafayet, killing Bajlu. This was the perfect moment to trap him. She deliberately gave Choyon the address, knowing that when Choyon arrived, Shafayet would hold a knife to her throat to escape. Eventually, Choyon might shoot him.
Everything went according to Shiuli’s plan. After this, she stopped killing. The psychopath within her calmed in Choyon’s presence. His personality, his way of thinking, captivated her.
That day, when Choyon proposed to her, Diya hesitated. But her heart whispered, “You have nothing left in your life. You have always been accompanied by sorrow. Why not give Choyon a chance and see if he can bring you happiness?”
In the end, this is where Shiulis lose. They dare to dream of happiness once more.
Present Day
Diya had been telling Choyon everything. Looking into his eyes, she said,
“Sorrow has always been my companion. I built my life around it. But you destroyed everything. I am a sailor of sorrow—I have nothing to lose. But you were wrong, Choyon. I do not give second chances to betrayers.”
A feral look took over Diya’s face. Choyon desperately wanted to say something, but Diya did not give him the chance. His mouth was bound.
“Do you know why I kept my victims’ mouths open? Because their screams, their suffering, brought me joy. But do you know why I have bound your mouth? Because your pain will hurt me. I don’t want to hear your voice and become weak. I can’t let that happen.”
Tears streamed down Choyon’s face. He tried to say something, but Diya ignored him. She placed the surgical knife against his chest.
“A Shiuli may die, but a monster is born. And yet, in the end, Shiulis still fall for men like you. That is where they always lose.”
Diya closed her eyes. Memories of her beautiful moments with Choyon flashed before her. Her grip on the knife loosened. It was about to fall. But then, she recalled seeing Choyon leaving the hotel with Priya, remembered Priya’s words.
She snapped back into her rage. Without hesitation, she plunged the knife into Choyon’s chest. Not once, but multiple times.
If only, at that moment, she had looked into Choyon’s eyes, she would have seen not hatred, but love. Pure, undeniable love for her. But she had been betrayed so many times, suffered so much, that she could no longer recognize true love.
Eventually, she stopped. She collapsed onto the floor, kneeling. The silence in the room was deafening.
Suddenly, Diya let out a heart-wrenching scream and cried out, “Why is it always me? Why do Shiulis always lose? Why? WHY?”
At that moment, the door burst open. Sajal and his team rushed in. They were speechless at the sight before them. Some officers grabbed Diya, while others tended to Choyon, rushing him to the hospital.
Diya sat in her prison cell, staring at the floor, silent and motionless.
That’s when Priya arrived outside her cell.
“Diya?” she called.
Diya did not respond.
Priya called again, “Diya?”
Still no response.
Finally, Priya said, “I have heard your story. Now, hear mine.”
Priya began speaking. She had always liked Choyon. When she heard about his marriage, her heart broke. It took her two years to move on. Then, she returned to the country with a new boyfriend, only to get caught up in a drug bust at a hotel.
She had been framed. To save herself, she called Choyon for help. That night, things escalated, and Choyon struggled to get her out of trouble. By the time everything was resolved, it was morning. That was the moment Diya had seen them together at the hotel.
Priya’s boyfriend went to jail, and she was left shattered. But during that time, Choyon supported her. Her old feelings for him resurfaced. She wanted him for herself.
That’s why, when Diya questioned her, she lied. She wanted Diya to suspect Choyon and leave him. Then, she could take her place.
“You may think I’m lying. But it’s the truth. Choyon was never a betrayer. He loved you.”
Diya was shocked. Her mind spun.
Priya, teary-eyed, added, “Don’t worry. Choyon has forgiven you. No matter what, you were his love. And love doesn’t bring hatred—it brings forgiveness.”
Saying this, Priya walked away.
Diya lost her mind. She had made the biggest mistake of her life. The prison guards couldn’t stop her from harming herself, scratching at the ground, screaming, “Choyon! Choyon!”
Sajal, watching from a distance, sighed and walked away.
Diya, lost in her madness, drew a picture of Choyon. She clapped and smiled at it, talking to it.
On the other side, she drew herself. Beneath it, she wrote:
“Betrayer.”
And in the shadows, someone watched her, tears silently rolling down their face.
