He looked at the poster and laughed. Jane anjane , he realized, sometimes being an ullu is the smartest thing you can be.
Shambhu felt the floor tilt. He had covered that shortage with his wife’s jewelry money. He wasn’t a hero; he was a fool who had trapped himself. ullu jane anjane
Geeta looked at him, tears in her eyes. “Shambhu… how did you do it?” He looked at the poster and laughed
“Your audit will be ‘lost,’” Khurana whispered. “Or, I will remind the head office about the 50,000 rupees that went missing from your cash counter last year. The one you never reported because you ‘fixed it with your own salary.’ That’s embezzlement, Shambhu. Jane anjane (knowingly or unknowingly), you are already complicit.” He had covered that shortage with his wife’s jewelry money
Khurana leaned forward, his smile not reaching his eyes. “Shambhu. Look the other way. Anjane mein (unknowingly).”
He picked up Chutki, kissed her forehead, and whispered to his wife, “ Geeta, main ullu tha. Lekin ab main woh ullu hoon jo jaanta hai ki kab uglna hai, aur kab udna hai. (Geeta, I was a fool. But now I am the fool who knows when to hoot and when to fly.)”
Shambhu opened the file. His brow furrowed. “Sir, there are only 11 signatures here. And these four thumbprints… they look identical. Sir, I think this is a ghost group.”