Raju's sarcastic commentary and SWC's shameless attitude.....

– Gol Gappa Ghotala ..

It was a sizzling hot afternoon in Lajpat Nagar. Even the crows were panting.

Raju was sitting in his favourite tea stall, enjoying his third cup of masala chai and scrolling memes on his phone.

Just when peace had settled over his soul… thud! — SWC (Sunglasses Wali Cow) barged in, her sunglasses tilted at an angle so extreme, they were practically trying to escape her face.

“Raju,” she announced dramatically, “we have a mission. And this time… it’s pani puri.”

Raju groaned loudly enough to scare a stray dog nearby. “Last time it was rasgullas, before that samosas… Are we solving crimes or running a street food vlog?”

SWC ignored him and slapped a crumpled flyer on the table like it was a top-secret document.

> Annual Gol Gappa Championship – Winner gets ₹5,000 and a Mystery Prize

Raju raised an eyebrow. “And you want to… win?”

SWC lowered her voice. “Win? No. We’re going to expose them.”

“Them?”

She leaned closer, so close that Raju could smell the faint scent of last night’s pav bhaji. “The organisers… are smuggling rare sunglasses inside the gol gappas.”

Raju blinked. “That’s the dumbest smuggling method I’ve ever heard.”

SWC tapped her sunglasses and said with full filmy swag, “Exactly. Which makes it genius.”

– Competition Chaos

The competition venue looked like a cricket stadium during IPL season — except the pitch was a long table stacked high with pani puris. The air smelled of mint water, fried puris, and impending regret.

The crowd was already hyped. People were shouting bets like,

> “Munni will win, she once ate 80 puris in one go!”

“Arre no, Shyamlal’s stomach is like a black hole!”

SWC had gone undercover again. This time, her disguise was… questionable — a bright yellow T-shirt that said “Pani Puri Queen”, a fake ponytail hanging awkwardly on one side, and a fanny pack around her waist.

Raju whispered from the sidelines, “You’re still… very obviously… a cow.”

SWC didn’t flinch. “Shhh. Confidence is camouflage.”

The referee blew the whistle and chaos erupted. Contestants attacked their plates like starving piranhas. Puri shells crunched, pani splashed, and somewhere in the crowd, a baby started crying — possibly from witnessing the horror of grown adults inhaling fried balls at lightning speed.

SWC’s cheeks puffed up like overstuffed balloons. Between bites, she muttered, “Raju… table 3… blue shirt… suspicious chewing pattern.”

Raju rolled his eyes. “You can tell smuggling patterns from chewing speed now?”

SWC nodded mid-crunch. “It’s an ancient cow skill. Don’t question it.”

 – The Ghotala Revealed

Raju casually strolled to table 3, pretending to look for extra napkins. Sure enough, the blue-shirt guy wasn’t eating. Instead, he was slyly reaching inside the gol gappas, pulling out something shiny, and slipping it into his backpack.

Raju hissed, “Oi! What’s this?” and yanked the bag away.

Inside were four pairs of designer sunglasses wrapped in tissue paper… smelling suspiciously of meetha pani.

Before Raju could say anything, SWC slammed her hooves on the table and let out a dramatic MOOOOO! that echoed like a Bollywood villain’s laugh.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” she bellowed. “This man… is committing the greatest gol gappa crime in history!”

The crowd gasped. Phones came out for videos. Someone yelled, “Arre, call the police!” Another shouted, “Wait, first let me finish my plate!”

The blue-shirt guy tried to run, but slipped on spilled pani puri water and fell face-first into a bucket of imli chutney. The crowd cheered like India had just won the World Cup.

Police arrived within minutes (apparently, one constable was already there as a contestant). They arrested the smuggler, who kept mumbling, “It was just business, bro… sunglasses sell better than puris…”

 – SWC’s Victory Lap

The organisers came forward, thanking SWC and Raju. “You’ve saved the honour of the Gol Gappa Championship! Please, accept this ₹5,000 cash prize… and the mystery gift.”

Everyone leaned in as they handed her a shiny box. SWC ripped it open… and froze.

Inside was a year’s supply of free pani puris — redeemable at any participating stall in Delhi.

Her sunglasses slid down her nose as she grinned at Raju. “Justice served… with extra meetha pani.”

Raju facepalmed. “One day, you’ll drag me into a crime ring involving gulab jamuns, I swear.”

SWC winked. “Funny you say that… because next week’s mission—”

“NO. Absolutey not. "

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