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.
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
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?" they were artists