Scam 2.0: How a Man from Tihar Played the Stock Market Like a Pro
“The real money is made from hope. Not honesty.” That line wasn’t spoken in some crime thriller. It was the unspoken motto of Chander Mohan Singh, a 32-year-old orchestrator of […]
“The real money is made from hope. Not honesty.” That line wasn’t spoken in some crime thriller. It was the unspoken motto of Chander Mohan Singh, a 32-year-old orchestrator of […]
“Bro, this stock’s going from ₹18 to ₹130 in just 2 months!”“Adani is going to invest in this company.” “It’s debt-free, fundamentally strong, and working on national projects!” Sounds tempting,
“I invested ₹3 lakhs in 2010. They said it’s a SEBI-approved fund focused on films. It sounded exciting, new… and safe. But it’s 2025 now, and I still haven’t got
It began, like many scams do, with a phone call that sounded perfectly normal. “Ma’am, this is regarding your father’s medical insurance policy. We noticed a discrepancy in the renewal
It started like any other bank story. A local cooperative bank, loyal depositors, and regular branches in middle-class neighbourhoods. Punjab and Maharashtra Co-operative Bank, or PMC Bank, was a name
“Papa, when are we moving into our new flat?” Ramesh looked away from the rearview mirror, unable to meet his daughter’s hopeful eyes. “Soon, beta, very soon,” he lied, clenching
“Ma’am, this is an urgent call from the Reserve Bank. We’ve flagged suspicious activity on your FD. Please verify your identity immediately to prevent account suspension.” That’s how it began.
There’s something about numbers moving on a screen that draws people in. For some, it’s adrenaline. For others, it’s an opportunity. And for a few, like in this story, it’s
“Sir, can I just make a quick call to my wife? My phone’s dead.” Murlidhar Gajbhiye, the 70-year-old owner of the venue, nodded and handed over his phone, unaware that
It started like many other cases do — with a quiet knock at the police station and a man holding a crumpled bunch of deposit slips in shaking hands. “I
It was a cold morning in January 2025 when Ananya Verma received an email that would shatter her dreams. As a bright student from Noida, she had enrolled in FIITJEE’s
Rohan Harmalkar stood by the window of his luxury villa, overlooking the serene beaches of Goa. The waves crashed softly in the distance, almost as if trying to drown out