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."
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. As they began "seizing" stacks of unaccounted cash
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. the Minister’s wife pleaded