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The Final Hours of CJ Roy: A Tragedy at the Heart of an Empire

  • Writer: Anjali Regmi
    Anjali Regmi
  • 3 days ago
  • 4 min read


​The bustling streets of Bengaluru’s Langford Town usually hum with the energy of high-stakes commerce and luxury real estate. But on Friday, January 30, 2026, the air around the Confident Pentagon building grew heavy with a tension that would eventually culminate in a shockwave felt across the business world of South India and Dubai. C.J. Roy, the 57-year-old visionary chairman of the Confident Group, a man known for his "king-size" life and zero-debt business philosophy, spent his final hours in the very office he used to build his empire.

​The day began not with the usual rhythm of corporate strategy, but under the watchful eyes of the law. For three days, a team of Income Tax officials from Kerala, supported by their Bengaluru counterparts, had been conducting extensive search and seizure operations at the group’s premises. What unfolded between noon and 3:15 PM that Friday was a sequence of events that moved with a quiet, devastating speed.



​The Arrival and the Pressure

​By 12:00 PM, the atmosphere inside the Confident Group office was one of clinical scrutiny. A team of six to seven I-T officials had arrived in two SUVs, intensifying a search that had already been ongoing since Wednesday. Roy, who often split his time between India and his family home in Dubai’s upscale Emirates Hills, had returned to Bengaluru specifically to cooperate with the investigators.

​He walked into his office around 2:00 PM. Witnesses and family members later described him as a man who usually remained composed, but the repeated scrutiny—this being the third search in just a few months—had begun to take a visible toll. His brother, C.J. Babu, would later tell reporters that while Roy was in "good spirits" just days prior, the pressure from the tax department had become "unbearable."

​The Final Conversation

​Between 2:00 PM and 3:00 PM, the interaction between Roy and the officials turned toward the paperwork. The taxmen requested him to review and sign a series of documents related to the ongoing investigation. Sources close to the investigation suggest that the questioning was intense.

​At approximately 3:00 PM, the narrative took its final, somber turn. Roy, perhaps seeking a moment of privacy or feeling the weight of the day’s demands, told the officials that he needed to fetch some specific documents from his private cabin. He also mentioned that he wanted to make a phone call to his mother. In a situation where he was surrounded by investigators and employees, this request seemed like a routine moment of personal respite amidst a grueling day.

​The Shot That Echoed Through Langford Town

​Roy entered his private cabin, a space that reflected his successful career and his personal tastes. He was known for keeping his personal briefcase close at hand—a briefcase his aides knew contained his licensed pistol. He was a man who valued security and preparation, often sending bodyguards back if he ever realized he had left his briefcase behind.

​Minutes later, the silence of the office corridor was shattered. A single gunshot rang out from behind the closed doors of the cabin.

​The reaction was instantaneous. Employees and I-T officials rushed toward the sound. They found the real estate tycoon collapsed on the floor, having sustained a gunshot wound to the left side of his chest. The man who had built a conglomerate with a footprint in Bengaluru, Kerala, and Dubai lay in a pool of blood in the heart of his own establishment.

​The Desperate Rush to HSR Layout

​Chaos erupted as the staff attempted to save the man who had been their leader for two decades. An ambulance was summoned, and Roy was rushed through the afternoon traffic to Narayana Hospital in HSR Layout. The journey, which usually takes significant time in Bengaluru’s congested streets, was a race against the clock.

​However, the effort was in vain. Upon arrival, doctors examined him only to declare him "brought dead." By 3:15 PM, the news began to trickle out: C.J. Roy was no more. The police were notified shortly after, and by 4:00 PM, the area around the Confident Pentagon building was cordoned off as forensic and ballistic teams arrived to process the scene.

​A Legacy Left Behind

​The suddenness of the event left the business community in a state of disbelief. Only four days prior, on Republic Day, Roy had posted a video message to his 1.3 million Instagram followers. Wearing a blue blazer and a wide smile, he had wished his followers a "Very Happy Republic Day." It was a quintessential Roy post—polished, optimistic, and full of life. It would be his final public appearance.

​Roy was not just a builder; he was a personality. His love for luxury cars was legendary, boasting a collection that included Rolls-Royces, Lamborghinis, and even a Bugatti. He was a film producer who backed big-budget projects like Casanovva and Marakkar. He had built the Confident Group from the ground up, starting in 2006, and was proud of its reputation as a zero-debt company.

​The Aftermath and Investigation

​As the sun set on Friday, the investigation began in earnest. Bengaluru Police Commissioner Seemant Kumar Singh confirmed that while the incident appeared to be a suicide, a high-level probe would be conducted. The FSL (Forensic Science Laboratory) and SOCO (Scene of Crime Officer) teams collected evidence, including the pistol and CCTV footage from the office corridors.

​Roy's family, including his wife Lina and son Rohith, flew in from Dubai the following morning, arriving at the Bowring Hospital mortuary. The air was thick with grief and unanswered questions. His brother’s allegations against the tax department added a layer of controversy to the tragedy, sparking a debate about the pressures faced by high-profile entrepreneurs during such investigations.

​The final hours of C.J. Roy serve as a stark reminder of the immense, often invisible pressures that can exist behind the facade of a "king-size" life. In the quiet of his Langford Town office, an era of South Indian real estate came to a sudden, tragic end, leaving behind a legacy of towering buildings and a family searching for peace.


 
 
 

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