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 doorbell of the Minister’s mansion didn't just ring; it announced authority. When the heavy oak doors swung open, four men stood there in crisp safari suits, clutching leather briefcases.

"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.

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?"