Part 1: The Calm Before the Storm
The Pink Bow Advocates office was, as usual, a tornado of chaos. Folders and papers covered every available surface, tea cups were scattered like forgotten soldiers, and somewhere in the corner, Stalin was munching on yet another samosa.
“Can someone please explain to me why this office looks like it was hit by a Category 5 cyclone?” Risha Malhotra demanded, her voice cutting through the noise. Her pink bow sat slightly askew on her head, signaling just how close she was to snapping.
“Blame Stalin,” Adhyani said without looking up from her doodle-filled notepad. “He’s single-handedly keeping Delhi’s samosa vendors in business.”
“I’m fueling the economy,” Stalin retorted, taking a loud bite.
“Enough!” Risha snapped, slamming a file on her desk. “We have a trafficking ring to bust, a warehouse full of criminals to raid, and Faith Kar—the literal Queen of Corruption—to take down. Everyone needs to get their act together!”
“I am together,” Raj said, reclining on the office couch. He sipped chai like he was lounging in a luxury spa, completely unfazed by the tension around him. “I’m just waiting for my instructions.”
“Your instructions,” Risha growled, “are to stop being a pain in my—”
“Let me guess,” Raj interrupted. “You’re going to say ‘pain in my bow,’ because you think that’s clever. You’ve been using that line since 2017.”
Risha closed her eyes, breathing deeply to stop herself from strangling him.
Arsh, leaning against the desk, smirked. “Can’t we just leave Raj behind? I think we’d all work better without him.”
“You’d miss me,” Raj replied smoothly.
“No, I wouldn’t,” Arsh said.
“Boys!” Atishi’s voice cut through the argument like a knife. She was perched at her desk, calm and composed as ever. “Can we focus? The police are waiting on us to give the green light for the raid. And Risha, we still need a clear distraction plan.”
“Distraction?” Adhyani’s hand shot up. “I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life. Please let me do a Bollywood TikTok dance routine. I swear, I’ll make it epic!”
“Absolutely not,” Risha said immediately.
“Why not?” Raj chimed in. “Let her dance. Worst-case scenario, the goons are so confused they drop their guns.”
“See? Raj believes in me!” Adhyani said with a grin.
“That’s not a compliment,” Stalin muttered.
Before the chaos could escalate further, the door burst open, and Reetika Kapoor, the bubbly and beloved judge, waltzed in like a queen surveying her kingdom.
“Hello, hello!” she chirped, waving at everyone. “Am I late? I heard there’s a raid, and I just had to be part of the action!”
“Reetika ma’am?” Risha said, blinking in shock. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, please. Call me Reetika,” the judge said, settling herself onto the couch beside Raj. She pulled out a packet of mints from her purse and popped one into her mouth. “I heard you’re taking down Faith Kar. That woman is a menace. I’m here as your official—uh, what do you call it—consultant.”
“Consultant?” Risha repeated, incredulous.
Reetika nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! Every good raid needs a consultant. Someone to offer legal advice, moral support, and, of course, snacks.” She handed a mint to Stalin, who accepted it with a nod.
“This is officially insane,” Risha muttered under her breath.
The madness continued as the door creaked open yet again, and in walked Siddu, the frail yet persistent Bihari worker who delivered snacks to the office. Today, however, he wasn’t carrying his usual tiffin. Instead, he held a wrench in one hand and a determined expression on his face.
“I heard you’re taking on the bad guys,” Siddu declared dramatically. “And I thought, Siddu hero banega!”
“Oh no,” Risha said, pinching the bridge of her nose.
Siddu puffed out his chest and turned to Ruhika, who had just entered behind him, looking as poised and glamorous as ever. “Ruhika ji,” Siddu said, his voice softening. “I’ll protect you. No one will harm you as long as I’m here.”
Ruhika raised an elegant eyebrow. “And what exactly are you going to do with that wrench, Siddu?”
“Fight!” Siddu said, brandishing the tool like a sword. “For justice. And… for your honor.”
Raj burst out laughing. “This is better than Netflix.”
“Siddu,” Risha said firmly, “you are not coming with us.”
“But what if Ruhika ji needs me?” Siddu protested.
“She doesn’t,” Risha snapped.
“Maybe I do,” Ruhika said teasingly, enjoying the attention.
As if things couldn’t get any weirder, the door opened once more, and Rohit, the AC mechanic Atishi had been secretly crushing on for weeks, strolled in. He was carrying a screwdriver and looking mildly confused.
“Uh… you called me to fix the office AC?” he asked, glancing around at the chaos.
Atishi froze, her usually calm demeanor slipping for a split second. “Oh, um, yes. But maybe come back later? We’re kind of… busy.”
Rohit nodded slowly. “Busy with what? This looks like… a lot.”
“It is,” Risha said quickly. “So unless you’re planning to join our raid, I suggest—”
“I’ll join,” Rohit said suddenly.
Everyone turned to stare at him.
“Excuse me?” Risha said.
“Well, I’ve got tools,” Rohit explained, holding up his screwdriver. “And I’m good in a crisis. Plus, if Atishi’s going, I’d… like to help.”
Atishi turned bright pink.
Siddu, not to be outdone, stepped forward. “I like this guy. He’s brave. But don’t get any ideas, bhaiya. Ruhika ji is my responsibility.”
Rohit looked thoroughly confused. “Who’s Ruhika?”
“Enough!” Risha shouted. “Everyone shut up and get ready. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way.”
Part 2: The Warehouse Heist Begins
The warehouse loomed in the distance like a sleeping beast, its dark silhouette illuminated by flickering streetlights. The team crouched behind an abandoned truck, whispering furiously as they finalized the plan.
“Alright, here’s the layout,” Atishi said, pulling up a blueprint of the warehouse on her tablet. Her voice was steady, though her eyes kept flickering to Rohit, who was fiddling with his screwdriver a little too close to her for comfort.
“There are three entrances,” Atishi continued. “The main gate, a side door here, and a fire exit around the back. Faith Kar’s office is likely on the second floor.”
“Perfect,” Risha said, her voice low but commanding. “Raj and Stalin, you two take the lower level. Siddu and Ruhika—”
“Ruhika ji is with me!” Siddu interrupted, puffing out his chest.
“I am not with you,” Ruhika said, adjusting her designer shawl with a smirk. “I’m observing.”
“Siddu, you’re staying by the truck,” Risha said firmly. “And Ruhika, please try not to provoke anyone.”
“Provoke? Me?” Ruhika said, feigning innocence.
Risha ignored her and turned to Adhyani. “You’re the distraction.”
Adhyani lit up. “YES! Time to shine!”
“Don’t overdo it,” Risha warned.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” Adhyani said, already queuing up a loud remix of “Kajra Re” on her phone.
Risha sighed and turned to Arsh. “You’re with me. We’ll head straight for Faith Kar’s office. Atishi, guide the police when they arrive. And Rohit—”
“Yes?” Rohit asked, looking almost eager.
“Try not to die,” Risha said.
“Helpful,” Rohit muttered, but there was a small smile on his face.
Part 3: Dances, Wrenches, and Chaos
The operation began smoothly enough—or at least as smoothly as anything involving this team could.
Adhyani strode into the open with her phone in hand and started blasting her music. She launched into an exaggerated Bollywood dance routine, twirling and swaying like a peacock on caffeine.
“What the…” one guard muttered, lowering his gun to stare.
“Is she… okay?” another guard asked, scratching his head.
Adhyani struck a dramatic pose and shouted, “Hey, boys! Wanna dance?”
The guards, thoroughly distracted, didn’t notice when Raj and Stalin snuck in through the side door.
“Distraction level: 10 out of 10,” Raj whispered as they crept past the oblivious guards.
“Let’s focus,” Stalin muttered, his voice as calm as ever.
Meanwhile, at the back entrance, Siddu was making his own kind of distraction—though no one had asked him to.
“Oi!” Siddu yelled, waving his wrench at a group of thugs. “Who wants to fight Siddu from Patna?”
The thugs exchanged confused looks.
“Who is this guy?” one of them asked.
“Your worst nightmare,” Siddu replied dramatically, though the effect was slightly ruined when he tripped over a stray piece of rope.
Before the thugs could react, Ruhika stepped out from behind him.
“Gentlemen,” she said smoothly, her voice dripping with charm. “Do you really want to waste your time fighting this… hero?” She gestured toward Siddu, who was dusting himself off. “Or would you rather talk to me?”
The thugs hesitated, clearly unsure how to respond to Ruhika’s intimidating elegance.
“What are you doing?” Siddu whispered.
“Saving your life,” Ruhika replied without looking at him.
Part 4: Faith Kar Strikes Back
Upstairs, Risha and Arsh burst into Faith Kar’s office, only to find her sitting calmly at her desk, sipping a glass of wine.
“Well, well,” Faith said, smirking. “If it isn’t my favorite legal team. I must admit, I didn’t think you’d have the guts to come here.”
“Save it, Faith,” Risha snapped. “The police are on their way, and we have enough evidence to bury you for good.”
Faith leaned back in her chair, completely unfazed. “You think this is over? Oh, Risha. This is just the beginning.”
Before Risha could respond, a group of armed goons stormed into the room.
“Arsh, get down!” Risha yelled, ducking behind a desk as the thugs opened fire.
Arsh leaped into action, taking down one of the goons with a well-aimed punch. “I thought this was going to be a quiet operation!”
“When has anything with this team ever been quiet?” Risha shot back, grabbing a lamp and swinging it at another thug.
Downstairs, the chaos was reaching new heights.
Raj and Stalin had stumbled upon a stash of counterfeit passports and stacks of cash.
“Jackpot,” Raj said, whistling.
“Focus,” Stalin muttered, though even he looked impressed.
Siddu, meanwhile, was still waving his wrench around like a sword.
“Siddu!” Ruhika hissed. “Stop embarrassing yourself and do something useful!”
“I am useful!” Siddu protested, knocking over a crate of stolen jewelry in the process.
Atishi and Rohit were manning the entrance, trying to guide the police through the maze of corridors.
“Over there!” Atishi said, pointing to a side hallway.
Rohit nodded, but instead of moving, he turned to her and said, “You’re really good at this, you know.”
“At what?” Atishi asked, startled.
“Everything,” Rohit said simply, before running off to assist the cops.
Atishi stared after him, her cheeks turning pink.
Part 5: The End of the Line
The police swarmed the warehouse, rounding up the last of Faith Kar’s goons. Crates of forged passports, stolen jewelry, and money were being loaded into vans. Sirens wailed, and flashlights cut through the darkness.
Faith Kar, her once-imposing presence reduced to bitterness, was shoved into the back of a police car. She shot Risha a venomous look through the window.
“This isn’t over, Risha,” Faith spat. “I have connections. Bigger than you.”
Risha, standing tall despite her exhaustion, leaned in. “Then you better pray they visit you in jail.”
The car door slammed shut, silencing Faith Kar for the first time all night.
The team gathered outside the warehouse, illuminated by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp. They looked like they’d been through a war—and, in a way, they had.
Risha sighed, resting her hands on her hips. “Alright, roll call. Everyone alive?”
“Barely,” Arsh muttered, rubbing his shoulder. “Next time, I’m bringing a shield.”
“You were fine,” Raj said, leaning casually against a nearby car. “I’m the one who had to deal with Stalin lecturing me about not breaking crates.”
“They were evidence,” Stalin said calmly, adjusting his slightly askew glasses.
“I was a star!” Adhyani declared, throwing up her arms. “Did you see those moves? Bollywood-worthy!”
“Bollywood-worthy?” Atishi muttered. “More like reality-TV cringe-worthy.”
Adhyani stuck out her tongue but didn’t argue.
Siddu shuffled forward, still holding his wrench like a prized weapon. “I knocked out two goons,” he announced proudly. “Ruhika ji, did you see? For you.”
Ruhika smirked, her flawless hair somehow still intact despite the chaos. “Yes, Siddu. Very brave. Now, please stop calling me ji.”
“Anything for you, Ruhika ma’am,” Siddu said, looking utterly besotted.
“Ma’am?” Ruhika raised an eyebrow but didn’t push further.
The group chuckled, tension easing as the police vans pulled away.
A Quiet Moment in the Chaos
As the adrenaline began to fade, Atishi leaned against a stack of crates, catching her breath. Rohit, who had been helping the police log the confiscated items, walked over to her.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice softer than usual.
“I think so,” Atishi replied, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. She was too tired to notice the way his eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than necessary.
“You were incredible in there,” Rohit said after a pause.
Atishi blinked, caught off guard. “What?”
“I mean it,” Rohit said, fidgeting slightly with his screwdriver. “The way you handled the cops, coordinated everything, stayed calm—it’s impressive.”
Atishi looked down, unsure of how to respond. She wasn’t used to compliments, especially from someone like Rohit.
“I… I was just doing my job,” she said finally.
“You do it really well,” Rohit replied with a small smile.
Before Atishi could say anything else, Siddu’s loud voice broke the moment.
“Ruhika ji!” he called, waving dramatically from across the lot. “Don’t forget, chai tomorrow, okay? Same time?”
Ruhika rolled her eyes, but there was a faint smile on her lips. “You’re relentless, Siddu.”
“Persistence is key!” Siddu declared, pointing at her with his wrench. “And my chai is the best in Delhi!”
The entire group burst into laughter, even Stalin, who rarely cracked a smile.
“Someone get him a reality show,” Raj said, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye.
The Ride Back
The group piled into two cars for the journey back. The air was heavy with exhaustion but also a strange kind of camaraderie.
In the first car, Risha drove, with Arsh in the passenger seat. Stalin, Ruhika, and Siddu sat in the back.
“So,” Risha said, glancing at Ruhika through the rearview mirror. “Are you seriously entertaining Siddu’s chai offers?”
“Why not?” Ruhika replied with a sly smile. “He’s persistent. And honestly, it’s… refreshing.”
Siddu beamed. “You won’t regret it, ma’am!”
“I might,” Ruhika muttered under her breath, though there was a trace of affection in her tone.
In the second car, Raj was behind the wheel, with Adhyani riding shotgun. Atishi and Rohit sat in the back, the tension between them palpable.
“So,” Raj said loudly, breaking the silence. “Anyone else notice that our dear Atishi was blushing earlier? Or was that just me?”
Adhyani gasped, twisting around in her seat. “Oh my God, you were blushing? Atishi, what’s going on? Is it Rohit?”
“Stop it,” Atishi said firmly, though her cheeks turned pink again.
“Look at her! She’s doing it again!” Adhyani said, clapping her hands.
“Enough!” Atishi snapped, covering her face with her hands. “Raj, watch the road!”
Rohit chuckled quietly, leaning back in his seat.
The Aftermath
Back at the office, the team gathered for a final debrief. The sun was beginning to rise, casting a warm glow through the windows.
“Well,” Risha said, collapsing into her chair, “we did it. Faith Kar is out of commission, the brides are safe, and we have enough evidence to take down half of her network.”
“You should be proud,” Reetika said, patting her on the shoulder. “You’ve done something incredible tonight.”
“Thanks to all of you,” Risha said, looking around at her team.
“Even me?” Raj asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Barely,” Risha replied, though there was a hint of a smile on her face.
As the group began to disperse, Atishi lingered by her desk, glancing at Rohit, who was packing up his tools.
“Hey,” she said hesitantly.
Rohit looked up, surprised. “Yeah?”
“I, um…” Atishi paused, feeling suddenly awkward. “Thanks. For helping tonight. You didn’t have to, but… it meant a lot.”
Rohit smiled, his usual confidence softening. “Anytime. I meant what I said—you’re amazing, Atishi.”
Atishi felt her cheeks heat up again. Before she could respond, Rohit added, “So, maybe… chai sometime? With you?”
Atishi blinked, startled. “Chai?”
“Yeah,” Rohit said, rubbing the back of his neck. “You know. No wrenches. Just… chai.”
Atishi couldn’t help but smile. “Okay. Chai.”
Nearby, Siddu overheard and pumped his fist in triumph. “Chai solves everything!” he declared.
Risha rolled her eyes. “Someone get that man a samosa.”
The group burst into laughter, and for a moment, the chaos faded, replaced by a sense of victory—and maybe, just maybe, something resembling family.
The End.
