ETF Ki Pagalpanti – Jab Team Ho Off Duty!
ETF was known for its unmatched skills in solving high-profile cases, catching criminals, and dismantling dangerous networks. Their efficiency, intelligence, and teamwork made them a force to be reckoned with.
But when they weren’t on a case?
That was an entirely different story.
Today was one of those rare days when ETF had no urgent cases, no shootouts, and no suspects to interrogate. Which meant only one thing—complete and utter madness.
In the heart of the ETF office, Shreekant "Shree" Sen sat at his desk, looking suspiciously excited. His fingers danced over a small device, its tiny screen flickering, wires protruding from the sides.
Chotu, ETF’s resident strongman, peered over curiously. "Shree, yeh kya naya experiment hai?"
Shree grinned. "Ek AI-based gadget hai jo kisi bhi aadmi ke emotions detect kar sakta hai! Just imagine! Crime scene pe jaate hi mujhe pata chal jayega ki kaun jhoot bol raha hai!"
Ayesha Kapoor, their no-nonsense investigator, arched an eyebrow. "Mujhe toh lagta hai yeh gadget tere dimaag ki tarah short-circuit karne wala hai."
Liza D’Cruz, their forensic expert, laughed. "Aur agar fail ho gaya toh? Phir toh tera gadget sirf tera hi emotion detect karega—'Shree in extreme stress'."
Shree rolled his eyes. "Tum sabko meri genius inventions ki value samajh nahi aati."
Just then, he pressed a button, and the device emitted a loud BZZZZT before sending a tiny electric shock straight up his arm.
"AAAH!" Shree yelped, tossing the gadget in the air.
It hit the floor with a THUD and immediately started emitting smoke.
Rathore, who had been watching the whole thing from his cabin, stormed out. "Shree, yeh kya nautanki chal rahi hai?!"
Shree held up his slightly burnt fingers. "Sir, bas thoda miscalculation ho gaya."
Arjun, leaning casually against the wall, smirked. "Mujhe laga sirf mujhe explosive milte hain… yeh toh pata hi nahi tha ki ETF ke andar hi ek walking bomb hai."
Chotu grinned. "Shree ka dimaag hai sir, kabhi bhi phat sakta hai!"
Riya Mukherjee, ETF’s research specialist, shook her head, trying not to laugh. "Shree, tumhe ETF ka scientist ka award milna chahiye. Par sirf iss shart pe ki tum apni khud ki experiments pe practice bandh karo."
Rathore (pinching the bridge of his nose): "Ek din yeh team mujhe pagal kar degi."
After the Shree Gadget Disaster, the team decided to cool down with their all-time favorite activity—chai pe charcha.
Sakshi Anand, the ever-enthusiastic crime reporter, walked in with a bright smile and—more importantly—a tray of steaming cups of chai.
Sakshi (grinning): "Aaj chai meri taraf se!"
Riya’s face lit up. "Wow, mujhe toh yakeen hi nahi ho raha ki tum bina kisi prank ke chai de rahi ho."
Sakshi gasped dramatically. "Main itni buri lagti hoon?"
Ayesha smirked. "Sach sunna chahti ho?"
The team burst into laughter as they settled into their chairs, enjoying the rare moment of relaxation.
Chaya, ETF’s calm & collected forensic expert, leaned back. "Aaj kaafi shaanti hai na?"
Arjun, sipping his tea, smirked. "ETF aur shaanti? Yeh toh sirf illusion hai."
And as if the universe heard him, BANG!
A loud thud was heard from Shree’s desk as his laptop suddenly shut down.
Shree groaned. "NAHIII! Meri files!"
Liza sighed. "Aur illusion toot gaya."
Rathore, trying to control his frustration, muttered. "Mujhe shanti chahiye… sirf ek din ki."
Arjun, without missing a beat, smirked. "Sirf ek din ki baat hai, Rathore?"
Just as the team was finishing their tea, Ayesha suddenly grinned mischievously. "Waise Shree, tumhari shaadi kab ho rahi hai?"
Shree, in the middle of drinking his tea, choked violently. "K-kya?!"
Riya grinned. "Haan haan, batao! Koi special ladki hai kya?"
Chotu (teasingly): "Matlab sirf gadgets se pyaar karte rahoge ya real girlfriend bhi dhundhoge?"
Shree turned beet red. "Main… main busy hoon!"
Sakshi (mock seriousness): "Shaadi ke liye busy? Shree, tum toh sirf laptop aur WiFi ke saath hi relationship mein ho!"
Arjun smirked. "ETF ki investigation se zyada teri loyalty sirf tere laptop ke saath hai."
Even Rathore, who had been trying to ignore the conversation, smirked. "Aaj kal log commitment se darte hain. Sirf WiFi se shaadi karna chahte hain."
Shree groaned, hiding his face in his hands. "Mujhe is office mein survive kaise karna hai?"
After an hour of laughter and pranks, the team had one final target—Sameer Rathore.
Chotu (grinning): "Sir, aap kab shaadi kar rahe ho?"
Dead silence.
Rathore’s face darkened.
"Mujhe kaam karna hai."
Ayesha (smirking): "Sirf kaam? Koi special ACP madam ka intezaar toh nahi kar rahe?"
Arjun smirked. "Bolo Rathore, yeh toh team ka haq banta hai."
Sakshi and Riya leaned in, waiting for an answer. Liza and Chaya exchanged knowing looks.
Rathore took a deep breath and—grabbed a file, smacking it on the table.
"BAHUT HO GAYA!"
The entire team burst into uncontrollable laughter as Rathore stormed off to his cabin, muttering something about paagal team and mental asylum.
As the sun set, the team finally settled down.
Riya (stretching): "Aaj ka din interesting tha."
Chotu: "Hamesha ki tarah!"
Liza (grinning): "Lekin mazaa aaya!"
Shree (grumbling): "Mujhe toh PTSD ho gaya hai."
Arjun shook his head, smirking, while Rathore—now calmer—sighed in exhaustion.
Rathore: "Tum sab ek din mujhe pagal kar doge."
Arjun (smirking): "Sirf ek din ki baat hai, Rathore?"
As laughter echoed through the ETF office, one thing was certain—ETF sirf ek task force nahi, ek family thi.
And tomorrow? Tomorrow would be even crazier.
ETF ki style mein!
woman, ab pet dard ki dawayi kahan se milegi? My cheeks and stomach both hurt, I laughed so much 
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