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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 gently massaged his shoulder, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He leaned down to kiss his wife's forehead, her peaceful slumber a stark contrast to the chaos he navigated in his professional life. 


As he straightened up, he pulled out his phone and sent a text to his man, Bilal the head of his men. "I am getting bored. Did you get that b*stard?" The reply came swiftly. "We quite didn't yet, sir, but we are on it. I'm holding binoculars, and I can see him sitting in a club, having a deal which I think is a million-dollar deal. There are many women, and suitcases – they must be full of money." 


Professor Calculus's fingers flew across the screen as he typed his response. "As soon as you get him, and no unnecessary bloodshed, okay? At least don't kill anyone." 


Bilal's response was immediate. "Will do as you say, sir. Sure." 


In the club, chaos erupted as Bilal making his hear with his beard in his hand, his team stormed in, shooting at the men. Aimed for legs, incapacitating them without taking any lives. When the dust settled, Bilal dragged the sole surviving target, Vasture Walnut, to Professor Calculus. 


Breaking the news to Professor Calculus, Bilal explained, "I only shot the guys in their legs, sir." Professor Calculus nodded slightly. 


As Vasture Walnut was brought before him in a secret underground lair, Professor Calculus's expression turned stern. He opened his arms. "CEO of Afan Smith Dollars and Daggers," he said, his voice firm. With a swift motion, punched Vasture Walnut in the face. "How dare you insult me like that?" 


The man stood tall, his voice firm as he confronted Professor Calculus. "You rape a woman and don't pay me enough? You think you're a mentor, but I know what you did. That's not acceptable. We're closing ties with the countries, and you're trying to break them. We can't let that happen." 


Professor Calculus's expression remained calm, but his eyes narrowed slightly. "Now, go apologize to that lady," he said, his voice low and even. "And slap yourself......Do as I say." 


The man hesitated for a moment and finally does as he was told, nodding. "Now you will pay me double, next week. That's how it works." 


As the man turned to leave, Professor Calculus's demeanor changed. He raised his gun and shot the man in the leg, the sound echoing through the area. The man cried out in pain as he fell to the ground. 


Professor Calculus stood over him, his gun still smoking. "You should have followed the rules," he said, his voice cold. 


The other men dispersed, leaving Professor Calculus alone with his injured adversary. He holstered his gun and turned to leave, his expression unreadable.


Professor's Independent Ventures