The Mischief of a Cousin with the Security Chief
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real thoughts but woven with imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is purely coincidental. No one was harmed in the making of this lighthearted tale—it’s all in good fun! 😊
Visiting high-rise apartment complexes in Gurugram often means navigating tight security checks. My cousin and I were on our way to meet our cousin sister at Sky Icon, Gurugram, when he smirked mischievously.
“These security guards are my new pastime,” he declared.
I raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“I test their skills, like Byomkesh Bakshi or CID’s ACP Pradyuman.”
Before I could react, he dragged me into his latest prank.
The Security Check Begins
At the gate, the security guard, Manoj, asked for our details to log in the visitor records. Without hesitation, my cousin confidently introduced himself as Ravi Gavaskar—a tribute to his love for cricket—and me as Sunil Shastri.
Manoj shot us a puzzled look. My cousin flashed me a triumphant smile. I giggled.
Then came the flat details. “Flat 420,” he said.
I suppressed another laugh. Manoj, now clearly skeptical, frowned. “There’s no flat 420 in this society.”
Feigning confusion, my cousin pulled out his phone. “Let me check… Oh no, it’s dead. No battery.”Manoj turned to me. “Sir, can you check your phone?”
Before I could answer, my cousin chimed in, “He doesn’t have the address. He just landed from Nepal.”
Nepal?! Seriously?!
Enter: The Security Chief
By now, Manoj was convinced something was fishy. He called in the head of security—Yadav Ji—a stern-faced, no-nonsense security chief always on high alert.
Manoj briefed him, adding a generous dose of suspicion. “Sir, kuch gadbad lag rahi hai (Something seems off).”
Yadav Ji scanned us, his eyes moving up and down like an infrared scanner.
I whispered, “Let’s stop before this escalates.”
But my cousin was fully committed to the act.
“Call your relative,” Yadav Ji instructed.
My cousin sighed dramatically. “Sir, my phone is dead.”
“Use the charging point,” Yadav Ji offered.
Without missing a beat, my cousin countered, “I just switched phones. Numbers aren’t transferred yet.”
Yadav Ji’s right eyebrow shot up. Then the left. His suspicion now multiplied tenfold.
By now, Manoj was convinced something was fishy. He called in the head of security—Yadav Ji—a stern-faced, no-nonsense security chief always on high alert.
Manoj briefed him, adding a generous dose of suspicion. “Sir, kuch gadbad lag rahi hai (Something seems off).”
Yadav Ji scanned us, his eyes moving up and down like an infrared scanner.
I whispered, “Let’s stop before this escalates.”
But my cousin was fully committed to the act.
“Call your relative,” Yadav Ji instructed.
My cousin sighed dramatically. “Sir, my phone is dead.”
“Use the charging point,” Yadav Ji offered.
Without missing a beat, my cousin countered, “I just switched phones. Numbers aren’t transferred yet.”
Yadav Ji’s right eyebrow shot up. Then the left. His suspicion now multiplied tenfold.
The Ultimate Prank Move
Sensing the tension, my cousin leaned in confidentially and whispered, “Actually, we’re not visiting anyone. Our data pack is over. We just need the society’s WiFi for a bit. In return, I can offer you… a bidi.”
I gasped. Bidi?! At least offer a cigarette, dude!
That was the last straw. Yadav Ji’s face turned red with fury.
Just then, my sister called. “Where are you guys? Why haven’t you reached yet?”
With a sigh of relief, I handed the phone to Yadav Ji. “Sir, please talk to her.”
His demeanor instantly changed. “Oh! Yes, madam. Okay, madam. No problem, madam. I am sending them inside.”
As we walked in, my cousin chuckled. “You ruined it. We were so close to making history!”
I shook my head. “Yeah, yeah. Next time, bring a cigar.”
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Sensing the tension, my cousin leaned in confidentially and whispered, “Actually, we’re not visiting anyone. Our data pack is over. We just need the society’s WiFi for a bit. In return, I can offer you… a bidi.”
I gasped. Bidi?! At least offer a cigarette, dude!
That was the last straw. Yadav Ji’s face turned red with fury.
Just then, my sister called. “Where are you guys? Why haven’t you reached yet?”
With a sigh of relief, I handed the phone to Yadav Ji. “Sir, please talk to her.”
His demeanor instantly changed. “Oh! Yes, madam. Okay, madam. No problem, madam. I am sending them inside.”
As we walked in, my cousin chuckled. “You ruined it. We were so close to making history!”
I shook my head. “Yeah, yeah. Next time, bring a cigar.”
#FunnyStory #ApartmentSecurity #GurugramDiaries #MischiefManaged
#HighRiseLiving #SecurityCheckFails #GatekeeperChronicles
#ByomkeshBakshi #CID #ACPPradyuman #DesiSherlock
#StruggleIsReal #SecurityFails #AlmostCaught #NepalSeriously
