Mrs. Acharaya Is Victorious

She dragged her luggage up the stairs while he talked business on his cell phone.

Nothing new met the eyes around watching them. For this is normal in every household. A man's work is more important than any thing else.

...

However, it was hard to escape Mrs. Acharya's eyes. She was their neighbour, a super crazy Sherlock Holmes fan. She always intended to read between the lines. Sometimes she had been successful but most of the times she had failed, while her husband had somehow managed to rescue her from embarassment.

"This man is a lazy bone. I wonder what business he does that he cannot help his wife with that big suitcase! Maybe something notorious..."

"Why do you have to poke you nose into their lives?" Mr. Acharya, gently reprimanded her.

"And, besides, you, women are screaming equality and feminism..."

"I'm not saying he does that alone. I'm saying, he should help..." Mrs. Acharya defended herself.

...

The man and the woman burst into terrible laughter.

"Done! Are you coming up now?" She enquired.

"How we have fooled them! Otherwise that woman would have sniffed out everything."

"Now what we should do with this suitcase? We should be fast."

Through a secret door they enter, what seemed to be a scientific lab.

Using myriad combinations of chemicals they preserved those finger prints, taken from dead bodies. The millions of rupees in the suitcase were their reward for selling them to top criminals of the country.

"Who gives a damn to dead bodies? At least after death they are contributing to our earning."

"Indeed. Their families will be blessed by their noble deeds."

The duo sneered.

....

Along with the police, the Acharya's had tiptoed into their home. Besides, Mrs. Acharaya said her left eyelash was fluttering. That was an ominous sign, and enough signal to take action.

They caught them red handed. They made them confess their crimes.

"Now, go to jail and count fingerprints on the doors and the iron bars."

"I told you, Mister, there's something fishy..." Mrs. Acharaya was proudly smiling.

"Now I've to seriously take up this brainstorming actvitiy as my profession..."