When the inspector hit the woman selling eggs, what happened to him next was unexpected

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Justice Served: The Story of Jyoti Maurya

In the soft morning sunlight, a woman dressed in a simple yellow salwar suit walked steadily toward the bustling marketplace. To the casual observer, she was just an ordinary woman blending into the crowd. But little did anyone know, this seemingly common woman was Jyoti Maurya, the District Magistrate of the area. Jyoti had deliberately taken on this unassuming appearance so that no one would recognize her.

Lost in memories of days gone by, she suddenly felt a nostalgic urge. Why not eat eggs from the roadside stall just like old times? A little further ahead, her eyes caught sight of a small stall by the street. There, an elderly, thin woman of about fifty was selling eggs.

Jyoti, now the respected DM of the district, walked slowly toward the stall. Smiling warmly, she said, “Dadi, please make me three omelets.”

The elderly woman smiled back immediately. She poured oil on the hot griddle, cracked the eggs, and quickly prepared fluffy, piping hot omelets, serving them on a plate.

As Jyoti took her first bite, a wave of peace and happiness spread across her face. Since childhood, she had loved eggs, and this simple street-side omelet transported her back to her earlier days. But the demands of duty and a busy life rarely allowed her such moments.

She was quietly savoring the taste when suddenly, an inspector arrived with some constables. He stopped by the stall and shouted loudly, “Hey, old woman, hurry up and pay the money!”

Startled by the harsh voice, the elderly woman selling eggs trembled. Her hands shook as she nervously replied, “Sir, it’s just the start of the day. I haven’t earned anything yet. Customers have just begun arriving. Please come in the evening; I will pay then. I really don’t have money right now.”

Hearing this, the inspector, Mohit Singh, flew into a rage. Without thinking, he slapped the woman hard across the cheek.

The sight made Jyoti’s blood boil. She stepped forward immediately and said sternly, “Stop, Inspector Sahib. Why are you demanding money from her? And on what authority did you slap her? You have no right to treat a poor, hardworking woman like this.”

Inspector Mohit glared at Jyoti and said, “Who are you to interfere? Don’t get involved. If you say more, I’ll arrest you right here. Stand silently.”

Jyoti, eyes blazing with anger, retorted, “What you’re doing is completely wrong. There’s no law that allows you to extort money from the poor. You’re oppressing this woman, and you will pay for it. Reform yourself.”

Hearing this, Mohit Singh lost control again. He slapped Jyoti fiercely across the face. The blow was so strong that Jyoti staggered but quickly regained her balance. Her eyes now burned with fury.

She shouted, “You have assaulted me. I will file an FIR against you.”

Mohit Singh laughed cruelly and threatened, “You don’t understand what an FIR is. If you say more, I will beat you so badly you won’t be able to walk home. Get lost, or I’ll throw you out.”

Then turning back to the egg seller, he grabbed her collar and yelled, “Don’t be smart, woman! Hurry up and pay, or I’ll break your stall right here.”

In his rage, he kicked the stall hard. It overturned, spilling eggs all over the street. The poor woman trembled in fear, tears streaming down her face. She fell to her knees, gathering the broken eggs, mumbling through her sobs, “Oh God, what has happened?”

Then, Mohit Singh raised his baton and struck the elderly woman hard on her back. She screamed in pain, folded her hands, and begged, “Sir, I’m telling the truth. I haven’t earned anything yet. Please don’t hurt me. Forgive me, please.”

Witnessing this cruelty, Jyoti Maurya’s patience shattered. She could not bear it anymore. With a fierce voice, she said, “Maanji, you don’t need to apologize to anyone. These people oppress the poor without shame. People like you struggle hard to feed your family by running such stalls, and these police rob your hard-earned money. Inspector Sahib, I will teach you your place.”

The inspector laughed mockingly, “Oh, you have the guts to teach me my place? What place do you have? Go do your work and stop talking nonsense, or I’ll beat you so badly you won’t be able to walk.”

With that, the inspector and his constables walked away laughing. Before leaving, Mohit glared at the elderly woman and threatened, “I’ll come back in the evening. If you don’t pay, neither you nor your stall will survive. Understand?”

Jyoti immediately went to the elderly woman and gently asked, “Maanji, are you alright? Don’t worry. You go home. Teaching these police a lesson is now my responsibility.”

Tears welled up in the woman’s eyes. In a trembling voice, she said, “Son, why are you doing so much for me? Because of me, you might get beaten. What will you do? They are police officers; they have been oppressing the poor for years. We can’t do anything. You won’t be able to do anything either. Leave this.”

Jyoti took a deep breath, her eyes blazing with determination. “No, Maanji, this has gone too far. You don’t know what I am capable of. I will ensure these people are punished for their crimes. You just go home and rest.”

With that, Jyoti left and reached home. The events of the street kept swirling in her mind. She felt overwhelmed. These policemen had become wolves hiding behind uniforms. She silently vowed not to spare them.

Her first step: she would file a complaint against the inspector and get him suspended.

The next morning, Jyoti Maurya dressed simply again, this time in a red salwar suit, and went to the police station anonymously. As she entered, she saw Head Constable Mohit Singh dozing behind the wooden counter, his potbelly resting on the table, snoring softly. Two other constables sat in a corner, drinking tea and laughing loudly.

Jyoti’s anger and sadness surged. She spoke firmly, “Listen, Mohit.”

Mohit Singh woke up irritated, glaring down at Jyoti with the same old hatred and arrogance in his eyes. He growled, “What is it now? What have you come to do here?”

Jyoti replied calmly but firmly, “I have come to file a complaint.”

Mohit raised his voice, “Complaint against whom and for what?”

“Against you, for what you did to that poor woman selling eggs on the street, for ruining her hard-earned money by kicking her stall, and for assaulting me when I tried to stop you.”

Mohit laughed loudly, cruelly, “You want to file a complaint against me? Here, justice doesn’t work like that. Here, power rules. My baton rules. Get lost from here, or I’ll make you regret it.”

Suddenly, the door to an inner room slammed open, and ASP Vikram Singh entered. His tall, broad face showed no humanity, only arrogance and cruelty. He looked at Jyoti disdainfully and growled, “What’s going on, Mohit? Who is this girl?”

Mohit replied carelessly, “Nothing, sir. She’s the one who came to make a fuss about the egg seller. I’m throwing her out.”

Vikram Singh approached Jyoti, looking at her as if she were a bug. “What’s your name?”

Jyoti answered firmly, “Jyoti Maurya, and I have come to file a complaint.”

Vikram laughed harshly, “Look, we don’t have time for useless work. You came here to make drama. Now leave, or I’ll lock you in this cell.”

Jyoti stood her ground, her eyes filled with anger and resolve. Seeing this, Vikram’s temper flared. “Didn’t you hear me?!” he shouted as he pushed Jyoti hard.

She fell to the ground, hitting her head lightly on the corner of a table. For a moment, darkness clouded her vision. But the wound of humiliation was deeper than the pain.

A DM officer, whom no one dares to confront, had been pushed down by a lowly ASP’s arrogance.

Jyoti’s anger now boiled like lava. She clearly saw these men were unworthy of their uniforms, using them only to trample the poor.

Rising from the floor, Jyoti shouted, “I will ruin both of you so badly that you won’t even be able to drink water properly.”

Hearing this, Vikram pushed her out of the police station. The constables inside laughed loudly, mocking her.

One said, “Look at the great defender of the poor. See how she bows her head and leaves.”

Jyoti swallowed her humiliation and anger. Tears welled in her eyes but her spirit blazed. She vowed to punish these men so severely that they would never dare again.

The next morning, the city witnessed a stunning sight.

With the first rays of the sun, sirens wailed through the streets. Two police jeeps led the way, clearing traffic. Behind them was the official vehicle of DM Jyoti Maurya, followed by two more police vehicles under heavy security.

The entire area fell silent. People peeked from windows and shops, wondering why such a large convoy had come.

As the convoy stopped at the police station’s main gate, doors opened simultaneously. Jyoti Maurya stepped out in her shining beige official uniform, cap firmly on her head. Senior police officers flanked her on both sides.

The same constables who had mocked her the day before now stood frozen in shock. Their legs trembled, eyes wide, lips dry and silent.

Vikram Singh sat at his desk, flipping through files, unaware that his worst day had arrived.

Without looking at anyone, Jyoti entered the station with measured steps. The gleam of her uniform and the echoing silence spoke volumes.

Her eyes locked onto Vikram, who stood up, his face pale, recalling how he had thrown her out the day before.

Standing beside Vikram was Mohit Singh, equally stunned and fearful.

Jyoti’s cold but firm voice broke the silence, “Why the long face? Remember when I came to file a complaint against the atrocities done to the egg seller? You threw me out then. Today, I have returned through the same door, but as the DM.”

Neither Vikram nor Mohit had an answer. Their heads hung low.

Jyoti continued sternly, “You both oppressed the poor and violated the law. Now you will be humiliated before the public and made to remember your place.”

She immediately ordered the IPS officer present to remove their uniforms and service revolvers.

After stripping them of their uniforms, Jyoti gave a harsher order: “Take these two to the marketplace where the elderly woman sells eggs. Make them apologize publicly.”

The entire police station and security convoy moved toward the market. A large crowd had gathered.

There stood the elderly woman, selling eggs.

Jyoti addressed the crowd, “Remember, those who oppress the poor meet such fate.”

She then commanded Vikram Singh and Mohit Singh, “Bow down and apologize to this elderly woman.”

The crowd watched silently as the two men, trembling, folded their hands and apologized to Kareena Devi.

But the punishment was not over.

Jyoti then ordered, “Make them run through the market wearing white loincloths and half dhotis. They will run ahead, and my convoy will follow behind. Let the people see the consequences of abusing power.”

Soon, the entire city witnessed the spectacle. Sweating and humiliated, Vikram and Mohit ran through the streets, chased by the convoy of DM Jyoti Maurya and police officers. The crowd cheered, applauding justice served.