The Undercover Ride and the Tip-Off

The morning was typical in Kolina district, but the journey of one passenger was anything but ordinary. IPS Madame Nandita Roy, the District’s top police official, had taken leave for her younger sister’s wedding. Dressed in a simple black sari, she looked entirely like an average woman, a disguise that hid her immense authority. She decided to take an auto rickshaw home, a simple decision that would unleash a major anti-corruption drive.

The auto driver, unaware of the identity of his passenger, quickly confided his fears to her. “Madam, there might be police here,” he said, adding bitterly, “The inspector in our area cuts auto’s fares for no reason and pockets the money.” He pleaded with fate that they encounter no police on their route.

Nandita Roy, her mind already turning with suspicion, soon found her answer. Further down the road, she saw Inspector Dashish standing with a few constables, conducting routine checks. This was no routine check; it was a shakedown.

The Display of Arrogance

Inspector Dashish motioned for the auto to stop. As soon as the vehicle halted, the inspector launched into a furious tirade, shouting: “Get down! Is this your father’s road? Now quickly pay a fine of $\text{5,000}$ taka.”

The auto driver, visibly trembling, pleaded that he hadn’t broken any rule and hadn’t earned any money yet. Dashish’s response was chillingly arrogant: “If you don’t have money, why are you driving an auto? Hurry and show your papers.”

Even when the driver produced his documents, all perfectly in order, the extortion continued. “Even though the papers are fine, you must pay the fine. If not $\text{5,000}$, give $\text{3,000}$. Otherwise, your auto will be seized.”

The driver, desperate and in tears, pleaded, explaining he had small children who would go hungry. But Inspector Dashish’s heart showed no mercy. Instead, he slapped the poor man hard across the cheek and threatened to take him to the station to “teach him a lesson.”

The Confrontation and the Lockup

At that moment, IPS Madame Nandita Roy could no longer contain herself. She stepped forward, standing resolute before the furious inspector. “Inspector, you are completely wrong. When the driver has done nothing wrong, why do you issue a fine for no reason? Striking him is a violation of the law. You have no right to torment a poor man like this.”

Dashish, enraged by the audacity of this seemingly ordinary woman, snapped: “Oh, so you’ll teach me the law. Looks like you’ll need to taste prison air, too.” Unaware that he was challenging the highest police authority in the district, the inspector shouted an order: “Take these two to the station. I’ll teach them a lesson.”

At the police station, Dashish settled into his chair, sipping tea and chuckling, even taking a phone call that confirmed his deep-seated corruption—he was taking money for an illegal favor. Nandita Roy, keeping her true identity a secret, listened silently. She decided to see exactly how far his misconduct extended, planning to unmask him publicly.

When the inspector called the auto driver in and demanded $\text{5,000}$ taka to save his vehicle, the driver, in fear, could only hand over $\text{2,000}$ taka of his savings. Dashish pocketed the money. He then summoned Nandita Roy, demanding $\text{2,000}$ taka from her as well, threatening a brutal beating if she refused.

Nandita Roy, with firm confidence, refused to pay a single taka. “I will not give you a single taka… Do you even know what this uniform means? Did you wear this uniform for this kind of behavior?”

Furious at her defiance, Dashish yelled: “Lock this woman up in jail!” The Havaldar immediately complied, locking the District’s IPS officer in the cell.

The Unmasking and the Reckoning

A short while later, the dramatic moment of truth arrived. Inspector Vikram Singh arrived at the station, having heard that a woman had been locked up. He was led to the cell.

The moment Vikram Singh saw the woman in the black sari, he froze, then shouted in disbelief and anger at Dashish: “What have you done? This is our IPS, Madam of Kinagar District. Why have you locked her up? Do you know what you’ve done?”

The ground seemed to fall away beneath Inspector Dashish. He stammered, realizing his immense, career-ending mistake.

IPS Madame Nandita Roy stepped out of the cell, calm and resolute, and promptly phoned the District Magistrate. DM Arindom Basu quickly arrived, and after hearing the facts, he confirmed Dashish’s legal offense: extorting the poor and misusing the law.

Nandita Roy’s goal was now clear: “I stayed silent so I could see how far this inspector would go… We will expose him before the whole town, show the magnitude of his wrongdoing, so no one will dare repeat it.” The DM agreed to call an immediate press conference the following morning.

Justice Served Publicly

The next morning, the press conference was a major event. Media crowded the hall, and citizens chanted slogans outside, demanding an end to corruption.

IPS Madame Nandita Roy stood up, her voice firm and calm, telling the assembled media: “What happened yesterday did not happen only to me, but to every poor person in Kinagar district who instead of justice has received fear and extortion.” She laid bare the facts, detailing how Dashish used the uniform as “a weapon for plunder, not for protecting people.”

The auto driver, AJ, then gave a tearful testimony, explaining how Dashish had forced him to give $\text{2,000}$ taka from his savings, and how the IPS officer’s intervention had saved the poor from continued abuse.

DM Arindom Basu immediately read the official order: “Inspector Dashish is hereby suspended with immediate effect. Along with that, a criminal case will be filed against him. He will be taken into custody today and sent to jail.”

The hall erupted in applause. Inspector Dashish was immediately surrounded by officers and taken away in handcuffs, his pale face a clear symbol of justice served. The crowd cheered, chanting, “End corruption! Long live Madame Nandita!”

The IPS officer’s undercover ride had proven a crucial point: “If we all stand united against injustice, then no corruption can overpower us. A uniform means service and protection, not fear and extortion.” The message was loud and clear: corruption, no matter how deeply entrenched, cannot hide from the vigilant eye of the law.