Outside the door of the ten rules ...

- Sur-Nasir Ismaili of Samvedana

It was an extraordinary event. Usually when there is a flash of red light outside my chamber, one of my staff members knows that the 'boss' is giving dictation (!) To Lily in the chamber and no one dares to come inside. Lily is my steno cum secretary. Young, tall, smooth plump and soft like a white silk, with a lethal eye magnet that can make even a stainless steel man like it pull.

Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like Al that sounds pretty crap to me. Shravan devotees die of thirst. ' And we both laughed. The letter was an order to supply five trucks of liquor to my UP agent. I am the undisputed king of the bullying world of this city, a part of my business.

Alcohol, Gambling, Adultery, Murder, L.H.D. Opium is in the heart of this Dilawar's heart and I run this 'Royal' club so that it can be coordinated well and yet the members of my club who are members of the white community. I am much healthier, stronger, calmer and happier than him. Because there is no gap between my thoughts and behavior. In my view, the person with the same thought and behavior is the closest sage to God. Whether it is Dilawar or Acharya Rajneesh who owns the 'Royal' club.

So on the day when I was giving dictation to Lily, a man panted and pushed the door of the chamber and rushed inside me. And sat down on the chair in front of my table. Without even looking at Lily. Lily Safali got up and walked out. If there was another man, he would have punched my steel wrist and fainted on the floor for this rudeness. But it was Zard Mehta who came. My only best friend. The sea of ​​twenty years of friendship is roaring. There is even a distance of twenty seas between us, in our businesses.

Zard is a police officer. The CBI Strong, brave, cunning, handsome and sincere Parsi wolves. Honest officers like Zard are rarely seen in a rotten department full of dishonest people like the police department. There is also a resemblance despite the distance between our two businesses. The business of both is to die masculine and to live by collision. And that's probably why our friendship has remained so tight for so long, despite being so rare, open-hearted. Lily also knows our friendship. Zard has just one drawback.

Which is considered a weakness of a police officer. And that's the emotional nature of it. That weakness is probably due to the closeness of his beautiful wife Jasmine. Jasmine is a wonderful woman. The Aflatoon asset of nature's craftsmanship. Even after becoming a mother of two at the age of thirty-six, the passion for alcohol flowing from the jam of her tight body is just as overwhelming.

If you look at Jasmine, you will feel as if a stormy river of youthful wine was flowing through her tall white body between transparent smooth skin and elevated smooth hemispheres. And the magnetic power of dissolving and dissipating the existence of anyone who comes close to its shore is constantly overflowing in its silver eyes. That’s why I don’t go to Zard there except work. I don't want to insult nature by neglecting beauty and as a friend I am strictly honest I am proud, confident and that is why I believe that any honest friend can

A friend who is the husband of a beautiful young woman like Jasmine should not go there often.

Zard looked very upset. An angry uneasiness and despair erupted like sweaty spots on her clean beautiful face. Discomfort in disheveled hair and eyes. The first time I saw Zard in such a state of disarray after enlisting in the police, I moved a cigar case and a lighter towards him, ringing and ordering drinks.

'Zard, why are you so restless? What's the matter I have gone through all the troubles that can come in the life of a police officer with a smile.

"Dilawar ... there was a murmur in the voice of the dark yellow man who was smoking a cigarette.

'Dilawar ... friend Jasmine .. Jasmine is in love with my wife Koik' and she nodded.

'What!' The warm steel of my voice melted into the air conditioning. ''with whom? Do you know who the bastard is? Still alive on this world? Even after looking at your Jasmine? ' I stood up and shook him by the shoulder.

'Yes, Dilawar! If only her eyes had been on Jasmine, she would have been 'shot' with my hand and I probably wouldn't have even spoken to you. But .. but this is also Jasmine in her love and you know. How much I love Jasmine. Not just his body, but his soul too. And that's why the bastard is still alive and I'm dying. ' Zard's voice evoked the bitterness of love's failure.

'Give me the details of the bastard. There will be no celebrity in her world at this time tomorrow. This is the language of Dilawar. ' Putting an 'automatic three action' knife on the table from the drawer of my drawer, I said, 'One of these fruits is for grinding in the intestines and the other two fruits will pull out its worthless soul along with the intestines and I will do the work for you myself.'

I could have done that. I wish! If that could be done. I know Jasmine's love affair. Anne Jasmine also knows. The fire of words has not yet ignited between us in this matter. But at any moment it will explode. And in it my little house, my two little babies like innocent buds and my serious Ijjat will all burn down in an instant.

I know. From the heart Jasmine is still innocent. But at the same time every silly woman who is also an idiot. And you know that there are no worthless people in the world who take advantage of the stupidity of beautiful women. The name of this worthless person is Nrupen Nagar. He is a 32-year-old bachelor and an officer in a foreign finance company on Ashram Road. Shakuntal lives alone in a flat near Ambawadi. Java keeps motorcycles. Height four and a half inches lower than mine, dark in appearance, normal and monotonous, but a fucker has a sweet and sharp tongue that can seduce women. And stupid women like Jasmine easily fall prey to it. I don't even need a revolver or a knife to kill him.

Only my karate expert fingers are enough. But Dilawar, what can I tell you? I can't do that. Even at this stage I love Jasmine just as much. Loved it when I brought it up twelve years ago. And after Nrupen's murder, Jasmine will realize that I have a hand in it. And the hate of the beautiful eyes from which I have drank love for twelve years - the hatred cannot be removed from me, Dilawar. If Jasmine wants, I am ready to divorce her for her happiness.

Even if he is happy to marry Nrupen. I will take my two sweet girls and move to Assam. But according to my neutral information, Nrupen is not a man of that rank, who can fulfill the love of a woman. For the rest of her life, she only loves Jasmine's beautiful body to satisfy her ego and lusts. And the stupid Jasmine is trapped in the magic of deceptive words and falls in love with her 'hypocrisy'. You do something, you dilavar of this, groom, I will go mad. I will commit suicide. 'Zard's voice became wet.

The weakness of the police department is that a police officer who has won a President's Police Medal like Zard Tara is so emotional. Emotional men are always wilting the tree of life in protecting the green plant of emotions. And there is nothing in life but sorrow and pain. I'm not as emotional as you. And so in this I have no choice but to kill it. I hate such hypocrites. Yet I'll see her once. Tomorrow is Sunday. See you in the morning. I'll ring you from Lily's flat in the afternoon. '

'Even though. I will wait for your phone and you will deliver my message to him. ' Zarde whispered intoxicated eyes and walked away.

'Think!' After that, I said, rolling my hands over Lily's shoulder. "Even such a man makes love look like a soft rupee."

Have I made you look like a soft rupee? ' Lily said with a mischievous look in her eyes.

‘I’m talking about a man who loves a woman. Picking up Lily on the buttocks, not me, I said

'You shit ...' Lily's trembling voice and air-conditioned silence.

Trinininin ... trinininin .. for half a minute I kept pressing the doorbell of the flat in Nrupen Nagar. An agitated hand opened the stopper. It was Nrupen himself who opened it. He hurried to open the door rather than shave, and a blade fell on his right chin. And a line of blood burst forth. The stranger stared at me.

'Inside?' Saying I slammed the door.

'Who are you? Whose work is it? ' There was embarrassment and anger in his voice. I always answer such questions in silence. I lit a cigarette and watched it for a moment. What could Jasmine, the wife of a man like Zard, have lost in such a man with such a very ordinary personality. I was surprised.

'Because of your hasty nature, you ran and hit the blade in the face in a hurry to open the door. Go wash me. Then we talk. I am Dilawar, a friend of Mrs. Jasmine, Mehta's husband Zard Mehta. '

'Oh!' Her embarrassed face calmed down in an instant. I admired her acting skills.

Saying 'Let me welcome you', he put on a fake smile and extended his hand for a shakehand. He tried to press his hand hard. Also failed. My paw is the paw of the 'blackbelt champion' of karate. I have come to realize that this very common man makes a conscious effort to shake hands with such sternness in order to hide his weakness and to influence the other. The groom's hand is as soft as an adult woman's hand.

Saying 'I'm just coming' he went to the bathroom. His fluent English is also one of his weapons of influence that is as dull as mine. He probably doesn't realize that I have always had a great mantra engraved on my chest in my life. I want to be influential, so I will never be influenced by anyone. '

A bachelor who can waste money without any worries. And it was a decorated flat. He returned with two cups of coffee. No servant was seen in the flat. Probably went out or didn't understand the disturb (?).

'Speak, what's Jasmine's message to me?' The right to speak in her voice burned me.

'Smoke a cigarette? Is imported. ' I carried a cigar case. No thank you I do not drink. I like country things. ' He laughed.

'Oh! Sorry. Understood Minor Vice 'I was shocked by the cold sore.

"Talk about work. I don't have time. '' His voice hardened.

I came with a message from Zard, not Jasmine, as a friend. You know how happy Zard-Jasmine's married life was. Before your arrival! Your irresponsible actions have turned his quiet, happy, life into a fire. And there are two innocent girls in it. On behalf of Zard, I appeal to you to either leave Jasmine or not. Zard is ready to divorce Jasmine.

Even at the expense of the future of her two innocent daughters. And if you marry Jasmine and make her happy by adopting her forever, then Zard loves Jasmine so much that he will be able to see his own happiness in her happiness. Groom you know that there could have been many other easy solutions to this problem. Dildar is a police officer who does not flinch at all in carrying a yellow weapon and I, his friend Dilawar, have so far been acquitted in five murder cases due to lack of evidence. And my relationship with Zard is such that after working for each other, we never even mention it to each other. But this question is about Zard's feelings. That is why I have to come to you. ' I said in a restrained tone.

'I understand one thing, Mr. Dilawar, threats never affect me. And especially when it belongs to a timid man like Zard Mehta. Jasmine herself believes that Zard is an unworthy person as her husband. The man could have been the husband of a beautiful woman like Jasmine, but he could not have been the loving man who fostered her delicate feelings.

If Jasmine makes up for the loss with me, why should she be so sad? From above she should thank me that she couldn't give it to Jasmine, I could give it. Anne. Else, if you are talking about social vision, my thoughts are very prominent. You may not like it ....

(More next Wednesday)