"CBI," Arjun snapped, flashing a badge so quickly the guard barely saw the emblem. "We have a warrant for an unsanctioned vault. Move."
"Found it," whispered Khan, moving a heavy bookshelf to reveal a steel door.
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. "CBI," Arjun snapped, flashing a badge so quickly
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?"
As they began "seizing" stacks of unaccounted cash and gold biscuits, the Minister’s wife pleaded, "Please, we can settle this. Don't take it to the bureau." The realization hit like a physical blow
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.
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. Two hours later, the real CBI arrived
The lead investigator frowned. "Back? Ma'am, we just got the tip-off ten minutes ago."