Relieved, she watched as they loaded the "evidence" into heavy trunks. The team marched out the front door, loaded the van, and drove off with a siren wailing.
Two hours later, the real CBI arrived. The Minister’s wife greeted them with a smile. "You're back early. Did you forget more files?"
The lead investigator frowned. "Back? Ma'am, we just got the tip-off ten minutes ago." Relieved, she watched as they loaded the "evidence"
The realization hit like a physical blow. The "officers" were already miles away at a roadside dhaba, peeling off their fake mustaches and splitting the loot over cups of cutting chai. They weren't lawmen; they were artists, and they had just painted their masterpiece.
Arjun sighed, looking like a man burdened by integrity. "Ma'am, the law is the law. But... we can record a smaller amount in the official ledger to save your husband’s reputation." The Minister’s wife greeted them with a smile
The household fell into a panicked silence. Inside, the "officers" acted with practiced clinical coldness. They gathered the family in the living room, confiscated their phones, and began tapping on the walls of the study. Arjun, the leader, watched his watch. They had exactly forty minutes before the local police—whom they had "notified" as part of the ruse—would grow curious.
"CBI," Arjun snapped, flashing a badge so quickly the guard barely saw the emblem. "We have a warrant for an unsanctioned vault. Move." " Arjun snapped
"Found it," whispered Khan, moving a heavy bookshelf to reveal a steel door.