In the bustling lanes of Old Delhi, where aromas mingled with the clamor of hawkers and the vibrant hustle of people, a trio of mischief-makers dreamed big. Choo-cha, Lali, and Hunny—collectively known as the Fukra Boys—were known for their antics rather than their ambition. But this time, they wanted to do something monumental: take over Delhi and run for city elections. However, there was one major hurdle: they were broke, as usual

On a particularly sweltering afternoon, while huddled in the dimly lit corner of their regular tea stall, Choo-cha flicked through his phone, searching for inspiration. His eyes widened as he stumbled upon an international job listing—an opportunity to work as logistics runners for a mysterious client. The pay was lucrative and could solve all their monetary problems. Without a second thought, he leaned in closer and exclaimed

Choo-cha: “Boys, this might just be our ticket to the top!”

Lali: “It sounds sketchy,” Lali muttered, skeptically tapping his fingers on the table. But the glimmer of possibility sparked excitement. Hunny, ever the dreamer, saw visions of campaign rallies and glittering banners proclaiming the Fukra Boys as the city’s future leaders. The thrill of the unknown was intoxicating, and eventually, they collectively decided to plunge into this newfound venture

With a clandestine meeting set in a dimly lit basement in South Delhi, they learned that their task was to transport invaluable artifacts that had been “acquired” from various corners of the globe. The pick-up point was an unmarked warehouse, and the plan was simple: get in, retrieve the items, and deliver them to the destination

Choo-cha: oh god lots of people's here my my im screddd

Hunny: don't be scared you dumb ass man

Lali: but how we gonna pass on interview huh im scared too