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There was no need to use these two things for these four girls. His two blackmailers knew many tricks to bring such girls to the path and often smoothed the ground.
In addition, there was some charm and glory in Jed's personality, in front of which the speed and agility of the four girls were before
My day was over, they all came to his hand after each other, six six seven seven months before
Every day, each of them was determined to kill them, slaughter them, shoot them, they will not be spared.
After a few days, they felt as if they had fallen in love with this person. Not because Jed was a handsome young man, but because there was something in his misguided personality that made the girls helpless.
Bali was more cunning than them. He was brought by a black killer of Jed from Rawalpindi who had gone there to make a fool of a millionaire. Bali was studying in the tenth grade and was a thief. When this blackmailer caught sight of Bali, he seduced her and brought her to Karachi.
When Bali reached Karachi, her lover got lost in the dark streets of Karachi. His place was taken by art experts who tried their best to make Bali a bride, but when he was separated from her and her friends, he touched her body and tamed her in such a way that she could feel that she had started to choose her body as a bride.
Bali cried to Jaida many times. I have sold myself for you, sometimes I want to understand Bali. Come, come closer to me.
Jaida kept his heart, but he did not know how to love. In his world, love was a single word. His character was full of oil, violence and torture. He was a robber, he used to steal wealth but he also loved wealth. He used to steal and even throw away wealth with his eyes. He was not old. There was an effect of contempt and barbarity on his face. There was a search in his eyes and a check under the eyes of the Mujtaba countries, in which there was a mythological ghost. And in this ghost there were also traces of jealousy. The astrological expression of his features was sad. If you look closely, there was a suspicion of innocence in this thick shadow of sadness. And the mood of his face gave him such a look that those who saw him could not ignore him as an ordinary man. There was an attraction for women in him.His lips were devoid of a smile. These lips sometimes smiled, but the smile was full of lyre and slyness. His feet were made of wheels and hands, his body was a scythe and in the markets he wielded power and tricks. He was an expert in dagger fighting and tricks. He fought well with his bare hands.
He was not a scoundrel like ordinary thieves. His wealth was small and when he had to, he had to be more prominent at every opportunity, his style of speaking was as if he was trying to make a word have an effect, to work like the power of a pistol. There was harmony in his language and actions, he would do what he said and he would show it by doing it and whoever mentioned anything about him, he hated it in the name of goodness and he expressed this hatred with such a smile that Jones and the world were full of loyalty.
The people of the earth and the world used to remember him as a pickpocket, but he was different from the ordinary pickpockets and thieves. This was the case with his companions, and this is the case with the drunkard, that while sitting and standing, while sleeping and waking, he kept thoughts of crime and sin and new intentions glued to his chest, the desire to rob, somewhere he broke a lock and a lock, for a few days he indulged in luxury and a new victim, but he was a different kind of criminal.
He did not forget after committing a crime, nor were he a traditional robber who helped the virtuous by robbing the rich. There was such strength in his body that those who knew him were afraid of its evidence that people were aware of the fact that this strength of his was not merely physical. He himself was not aware of this fact. All he knew was that there was a fire in his chest which was only cooled by blood and tears, but that too for a short while.
He considered killing someone a sin, but he felt a sense of joy and happiness when he saw a rupee in someone's possession, and he felt such spiritual pleasure that his veins were filled with joy. He had once considered himself a power, but he had never considered himself a human being.
Time passed, perhaps twenty-eight years or even earlier, that he had cut off his relationship with humanity like someone's pocket and thrown it away. He had broken the chains of his own self and had become free. Even if a person tries a thousand times, he cannot break his relationship with humanity. Despite breaking the chains of his own self, he remains his own prisoner. This state of mind was visible on every page of his diary.
There are some principles of human psychology that cannot be changed. The question is, no human being can escape from them, no human being can deviate from them. Consciously, a human being thinks that he has broken the principles of psychology, but these principles occupy the intelligent subconscious of a human being and keep him subordinate to them.
On a page of his diary, Jida writes a brief account of one of his crimes as if he were Marco, a meter, calling the whole world after his own head, but in this same diary, his psychological weaknesses and deprivations are also visible.
He walks through the pages as if the names of some famous and illustrious lawbreakers are written by a child who has blocked and accepted the truth. This one is living and is looking for that person who will come and wipe his tears.Not from strength but from his weakness. Jed's formal education was limited to ignorance, but his studies were special, while living in a life of crime, he had read English and Arabic, and crime-related literature was his favorite subject.
On the night of Anna, Jed opened the diary and read from somewhere and closed it in a hurry, and after thinking for a while, his friends called him. Mesmar Nahi Manti Tum Hi Kuch Kar Dastan
A few days ago, Jed had somehow bought a fashionable young girl, Nazi Parsi Surah, in the first place and handed her over to his three friends, Manar Mayo and Badal, to prepare her for the business. It was his idea that Naz Chai is close to love, so she cannot be a virgin and although she would easily accept this profession, her friends had made it for the third time today that this girl would hardly accept it. She has proven to be even more stubborn than Bali.
Eleven days went to waste. During this period, Jida had appeared before Naz twice and had told her that it was impossible to escape from this trap, don't bother yourself unnecessarily.
"Kill me with your life," Naz had said, puffing out her chest. "I won't humiliate myself."
Instead of saying anything, Jida had looked at her with trained eyes that Naz had not been able to face, and she had felt as if those eyes had injected such rays into her body that had gone down into her veins. How could Jida have left without hearing anything else?
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