Three years had passed since his father—Mr. Raj Malhotra—was declared dead from a sudden heart attack. Yet his son, Arjun, still could not shake the pain of that day. But recently, something new began to haunt him—recurring nightmares.

In the dreams, he saw his father dressed in white funeral robes, his face pale and terrified, his eyes wide with fear. He cried out in anguish:

“Help me! I’m not dead!”

The screams tore through the darkness of night, waking Arjun in cold sweats, his heart racing.

At first, Arjun blamed it on work-related stress. But as the dreams became increasingly vivid, detailed, and emotionally violent, he couldn’t ignore the feeling that something was deeply wrong.

He decided to return to his father’s grave in their hometown of Nashik, located at the edge of a hillside cemetery. There, the caretaker—Mr. Prakash—shared something chilling:

“For the past few nights,” Prakash whispered, “I’ve seen a man in a white kurta standing silently beside your father’s grave at midnight… then disappearing without a trace.”

What disturbed Arjun more was when Prakash added: “Some bricks around the grave seem displaced, as if someone dug it up… and then covered it hastily.”

Arjun’s pulse raced. Looking closer, he saw it too—cracks in the cement, scratch marks, odd indentations. A gut feeling told him:
His father’s death was no accident.

He sought out Mrs. Rekha, an old family friend who had known his father for decades. At first, she hesitated. But then she confided:

“Just a few weeks before he ‘died,’ your father told me he didn’t feel safe living with his second wife—Mrs. Meena. He said she often made secretive phone calls at night… and once, he caught her putting something in his tea.”

But no one had ever investigated. Raj Malhotra’s death had been officially recorded as “acute cardiac failure.” No suspicion. No autopsy. No justice.

Arjun went to the hospital where his father had been admitted. There, he tracked down Nurse Priya, who had been on duty that night. At first frightened, she eventually opened up:

“Your father was still conscious when he arrived. He grabbed my hand and said, ‘I can’t breathe.’ But the death record says he was dead on arrival. I found it strange… but I was too afraid to question it.”

Fueled by dread and determination, Arjun contacted his childhood friend Aman—now a senior criminal investigator in Mumbai. After obtaining a special permit due to signs of foul play, Arjun and Aman returned to the grave… and began digging under the cover of night.

When they finally opened the coffin, they froze.

Raj Malhotra’s body was not resting peacefully. His fingernails were broken and bloodied. The inside of the coffin was clawed, scratched, as if he had woken up buried alive, and died desperately trying to escape.

Arjun’s hands trembled.
His father had been buried alive.

He vowed not to let this horror be buried with the body.

Digging deeper, Arjun tracked down Dr. Vikram—who had filled out the original death certificate. After securing legal protection, Dr. Vikram revealed the truth: It was Dr. Sharma, the attending physician, who had ordered him to alter the time of death and omit any reference to Raj being conscious.

Then came the final piece of the puzzle: security camera audio files from the hospital. In one chilling recording, Meena was heard whispering to Dr. Sharma:

“Are you sure that drug is strong enough? I don’t want him waking up on the way.”

Dr. Sharma replied, “If the dose is exact, he’ll slip into unconsciousness before anyone notices.”

But the horror didn’t end there.

Just days after Raj’s “death,” Meena had all his properties, land deeds, and financial accounts transferred into her name. Forgeries were confirmed through handwriting analysis.

Arjun approached investigative journalist Neha Mehta and attorney Rajiv Kapoor—two trusted allies—to bring this to light. Together, they built a legal case, collected evidence, and tracked down Meena’s driver, who confirmed he once drove her to an illegal pharmacy to buy high-dose sedatives.

When the story broke, it shook the nation.

Meena and Dr. Sharma were arrested. Investigations confirmed that Raj had been sedated with a powerful anesthetic, prematurely declared dead, and buried alive so Meena could inherit everything.

At trial, Meena confessed. Both she and Dr. Sharma were sentenced to death for premeditated murder.

On the day of Raj Malhotra’s second burial, Arjun knelt by his father’s grave, lighting incense with trembling hands. This time, Raj was buried with full honors and the respect of a grateful community—many of whom he had helped in life.

Later, Arjun published the full account of his investigation in a powerful book titled:

“Let My Father Rest”
The book became a bestseller, inspiring countless people to stand up for truth, no matter the cost.

Now, Arjun knows:
His father can finally rest in peace.
And he—Arjun—had fulfilled the greatest act of a son:
Justice, born from courage… and love.