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Islami is a Islamic Eastern Historic concept reflecting the pain and anger of a Muslim woman under the monstrous British Rule. Islami is a woman whose life was destroyed by the British empire during 1858. She decided to give everything and not to stop until she has achieved her purpose to kill every Britisher in rule and every one who supports them.
 
{Some Scenes Are Inspired By True Events Which Do Not Include Islami}

This is also to consider the history of Pakistan never considered.

Although the chapters above 20 are about the very cool character Professor Calculus and his Company Plus Secret Organization : Justice Pol :

The Rise Of Islami

Professor Calculus stood at the podium, his eyes fixed on the crowd as he grasped a black stick firmly. His gaze seemed to bore into the audience, his focus unwavering as he began to speak. 


"Now, I see how it looks," he said, his voice steady and deliberate. "It was not supposed to go this way, but it already has. Now, we are going to change the future. People will have better lives. No one is going to starve for food. No marginalization is going to happen whatsoever. Just the ones who are responsible for the genocide will pay." 


The crowd hung on his every word, their faces a mix of anticipation and apprehension. Professor Calculus's words seemed to carry weight, and the audience knew that the course of history was about to be altered forever. 


Professor Calculus stormed down the stairs, his anger palpable. Without warning, he punched a nearby guy in the belly, sending him crumpling to the ground. In a swift motion, he grabbed the guy and tossed him into a nearby well. The splash was loud as the guy hit the water. 


Stood tall, his chest heaving with exertion, and yelled, "Now that's what I'm talking about!" The crowd around him erupted into applause, cheering and whistling in approval. 


As the applause continued, the young man strode confidently towards his limousine, waving to the crowd as he went. The chauffeur opened the door for him, and he slid into the luxurious interior. The crowd cheered even louder as the limousine pulled away, leaving behind a trail of dust and excitement. 


Professor Calculus sat in the dimly lit club, surrounded by the pulsating rhythms of music and the murmur of patrons. Across from him, an older man with white hair and a blue shalwar kameez, adorned with intricate embroidery, sat calmly. The older man, Vasture Walnut, CEO of Afan Smith Dollars and Daggers, pushed a bundle of cash across the table. 


Professor Calculus hesitated, his eyes narrowing slightly as he adjusted his glasses. "This is quite less," he said, his tone neutral. 


Vasture Walnut smiled, his eyes glinting in the dim light. "That's how much you get after cutting the taxes, Professor." 


Professor Calculus's expression darkened, and he pulled out a gun, pointing it directly at Vasture Walnut's forehead. The air in the club seemed to freeze as both men's entourages stood up, clad in matching shalwar kameez and long coats, their faces set in determined lines. 


The dance floor emptied quickly as patrons scrambled to get out of the line of fire. The sound of shattering glass and gunfire filled the air, but both Professor Calculus and Vasture Walnut wore bulletproof jackets, and the bullets seemed to bounce off them. 


Vasture Walnut took advantage of the chaos to make a run for it, his men outnumbered by Professor Calculus's entourage. Professor Calculus ordered his men to catch Vasture Walnut, and he gave chase, gun still in hand. 


As Vasture Walnut sped away in his car, Professor Calculus kept shooting, but the car was already too far away. Finally, he stopped, his eyes fixed on the disappearing vehicle. "Keep looking for him," he told his men. "Keep looking for Vasture Walnut, the CEO of Afan Smith Dollars and Daggers." 


With a nod, Professor Calculus turned and walked away, his men dispersing to carry out his orders. The night had just begun, and the hunt was on.


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