The bandit comes home😮

By the time he did not come out of the bathroom, his wife's voice came, "Hey... come quickly... watch this news... The news was flashing on TV in breaking news. 'Kilon onions reward for giving information about dacoit Ram Singh'... Govt. Announcement...'
Even though I was surprised to see the news, I looked at my wife and said... "Oh, that's right... Whatever That Ram Singh must be caught... many crimes He did.' "Ah, so the government's head was turned upside down by such a reward...?" "Argh the reward for such a big criminal should be kept the same... Why else would people come forward... He suddenly clapped his hands and asked, "Hey, what do you mean?" pray to God.
'What?' Yes. By God, but does God ever interact with people? There is no such thing as a ceiling. Our uncle once said that God never meets anyone. Dhruva had been met. What is where? "Where is God?" Oh, Pollen in the forest was now even giving out information like a database. Hey, what's in it! But where is the forest? In the distance from the village is a forest. The forest asks, "How is the forest?" when the village has ended. Very ominous. Very ominous. 'Terrible? I ask, how? Numerous letters concurring with that letter were published the following day. I recovered in within two days. Numerous calls from acquaintances began to arrive. As a social worker in our colony, I acquired a new identity. Two or three Siwalas also returned home at that point since the opposition party had the government on edge and was speaking out against it. I was featured in the newspaper and on TV. Now that I've brought up the subject, what authority does the government have to waste citizens' money by providing such a big reward? I was not submitting anything like that to the newspaper. I was sitting and writing one such evening. Just then, a doorbell rang. When the door was unlocked on such a night, a man entered hastily while covering his mouth with a black handkerchief. What the hell...you write in the paper, don't you...? he asked as he approached me holding the pistol to my head. I started shaking when I saw him in that condition. "Yes, Yes, No, No, "I'm speechless, don't break " Ho Nai Tan, Aar, Ek Sang I wrote, "Nai... No... Ho... Ho..." So who are you?" "Enter here." He forced me inside, locked the door, and spoke to me after removing the black handkerchief from his face. "My thief Ramsingh. "Agaga... dead right now," "Don't be afraid... listen to what I am saying," I murmured as I sat down below. I had to hear... I would not have even remotely considered asking, "I wonder how much reward the government has put to catch me. "Kilo of onions in the letter? I'm frightened..." How? I did however speak. Then, there is one action to take. "What..."? "The government is aware of me." You will receive 50 kilogrammes of onions, of which we will receive 50. "What...fifty....fifty...?" So, will you accept everything? So why did I come? He shrieked. "No, no... But you're going to put yourself in jail over a kilo of Patras onions? I wondered, "Fifty kilogrammes ever? Oh, I'd give my life for one kilogramme of cash. I don't require it. I have always granted all of my wishes. What has not been done to give an akkha mehina... to catch me... for women and children? Grab me and the onion, please. However, how did I obtain that? The wife informed me that it wasn't even a pawsher when it was finished. I regret that I can't grant my wife's request, but I've decided to... Even if I had to devote my life for my wife, I don't want to back down. Tell the police to come and arrest me, please. Do this at the very least for my wife. He moaned and began sobbing while holding my feet.