This isn’t a story for the ones with a weak heart, let me tell you this to you first hand pal: This ain’t any fairy tale. This world is quite fucked up you know, completely unpredictable.
Well if you are a fan of Narcos, the premises might look the same but believe me:You wouldn’t know shit about this thing. The fine line between the rich and the poor decides every single thing that goes on in this twisted world.
As for the ruthless and the righteous, let the freaking world decide. You might be offended with my choice of words, and a bit of grammar but again this ain’t any fairy tale.
Well, there isn’t any part of the world where drug trade isn’t a concern, rather it is quite a thing for most countries. You name it: Mexico to Afghanistan, from the states to Tokyo there is no end to it.
In the early 2000s, all the Indian government worried about was to grow its economy from several setbacks. Terrorism has been a major problem from India, continuous bombing taking the life of various innocents. But the real shit was about to get started: Drug trade.
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This story dictates the life of the founder of modern drug trade in Asia: Brij Jadeja.
The government’s negligence gave things an upper hand, and moreover no one thought that shit was growing at this part of the world, and Mumbai became the new Guadalajara for the world.
Brij Jadeja remained an unpredictable man till the very end, and he took us the D.E.A. for a ride for 15 fucking years!
Mumbai: a city that thrives upon contrast. No matter what the world depicts of this city but believe me, it is a city that would either break you or make you. Mumbai did make me a fruitful career and so it did for Brij Jadeja.
The 12th wealthiest city in the world continues to thrive, with a count of 28 billionaires and slum with population density of 800,000 per square mile. In a cement coloured, which holds place only for the innovative the drug trade grew exponentially.
This is the prologue, I write weekly. You might not be satisfied with the statistics but if you are here for a ride then you knocked the right door.
Welcome to India.