Ibrahim Kaskar shuffled anxiously as he sat before the visibly upset senior officer and tried to reassure him, saying, “ Sahab, I will speak with him. The Pathans’ antics are clearly going out of hand!” “Ibrahim Bhai, why is this happening these days? Please speak with Karim Lala. It was Likha who seemed more in awe of the person who came in rather than the other way round.Ī concerned Likha got to the point quickly. Ibrahim Bhai entered the police station and took his seat opposite Likha. And Ibrahim on his part was ever willing to help…

Ibrahim might have retired as a mere head constable in the crime branch but his clout in the area was much more than that of a DCP or prominent social worker. He called constable Gogte and asked him to make a visit to Musafirkhana at Pakmodia Street and ask Ibrahim Kaskar to visit him at his convenience. It was the third such complaint being registered that afternoon…Īs he mulled over the situation, he suddenly realised there might be a way out. He was listening to the patient voice of head constable Dilip Mane registering the complaint of a bakery worker who had been beaten up within an inch of his life for delaying the payment of the monthly instalment of his loan to the local Pathan, Asif Khan. On this particular afternoon, senior police inspector Likha had other things on his mind. Senior police inspector Ranbeer Likha sat at his desk. Here the quaint old building of Dongri Police Station had stood for decades like a lone sentinel in one of the most infamous neighbourhoods of Bombay. Hussain Zaidi Published By Roli Books Price: Rs 350Ī warm breeze braced with the crispness of January swept through the congested bylanes of Dongri. Hussain Zaidi Describes How It All Began For One Of India’s Most Wanted MenĮxtracted From Dongri To Dubai, Six Decades Of The Mumbai Mafia By S. Dawood Ibrahim Was A Small-time Toughie Once.

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