Okay, so here we meet again. Good to see you pal, well it was a stupid game that created this mess.

India is a country driven by its diversity in culture and religious traditions. Well, religion holds quite a significant value in India, and if it is messed with then you are fucked up.

Riots weren’t anything new in India, there have always been unpleasant quarrels between the Hindus and the Muslims. Although things were better now than it used to be, it was still quite eminent.

Riots were harmful for business, but that fucker Brij literally exploited the rising political crisis in India.

Fatir Khan was a man of words, or you can say that he was quite temperamental which sometimes created a lot of trouble. As for way of earning money, he would smuggle alcohol in states of India where they were ban. He had a lot of sources for income, he ran a whole fucking industry that was born inside the slums. Indian handicrafts, traditional clothing and chemical manufacturing labs to name a few.

God laughs at humans during two scenarios: One when doctors assures you that everything is going to be alright and secondly when some idiots claim that they are God.

Fatir Khan was way too egoistic, he never had a clear vision of the future. All he cared about was his foolish pride, and Brij soon figured out that his boss was a retarded piece of trash.

The Gujrat riots took place in 2002. It was a pretty violent one. While others assumed that the business was going to crash down, Brij found a fucking way out of this or maybe the other fuckers were way to dumb to see the opportunity.

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The Indian state of Gujrat was Fatir’s golden bird, close to the state of Maharashtra and was home to many filthy rich bastards. Gujrat suffered through political crisis and that was hurting the business.

‘What the fuck do we now do Fatir?’ asked Fatir’s right hand named Amjad. Like his boss he knew how to get the job done through force, but he just as foolish.

‘Maybe we should help our Muslim brothers!’ screamed Amjad.

‘Do not be a fool Amjad! We would only end up making more enemies.

‘ Boss, if you let me speak then I might find something beneficial.’ and that is where Brij played his trick.

The police were too occupied with internal matters in Gujrat and so was the government, that would mean the borders would lack enough security. The remaining guys at the border were satisfied with 10k inside their pockets.

A lot of people drink when they are unhappy with life and during the riots everyone in Gujrat lost something precious, and they needed something to help them get out of that trauma.

Brij’s strategy worked, and tonnes of shit were supplied to that state. The storehouses were safer than ever, the shit was being stored later use and so stuff was getting transported at an unimaginable rate.

The fucking profits were tripled, and Fatir Khan had got a new right hand: Brij. The clever ones always win, for them life a freaking game and Brij knew how to play it well.

Alcohol was a piece of shit for Brij. He aimed for something of greater value: Drugs.

Fatir had made deals in Afghanistan in the past and Brij had his eyes on its golden treasure: Heroin.

Afghanistan had suitable soil for growing cotton and stuff, India, China and America dominated that area. The United States already had competitors in that industry and they didn’t want another foe and so they made Afghanistan grow heroin instead.

It was said that Brij could see the future, heroin was quite costly and dangerous. Brij knew that it could be grown in India, and he seized the opportunity.

But how?

You will get to know it on Friday.