Bahoo Bégum: 1

Bahoo Bégum

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Durgesh Farīdah Imām

My friend, Rasheed Aħmad’s son, Nazeer Aħmad; got married just a couple of months back.

4 months to be precise.

Nazeer Aħmad was a software engineer and worked for Infosys.

My friend Rasheed Aħmad’s daughter-in-law, Bahoo Bégum, Fareedah Imām; is a housewife.

I was staying with my friend Rasheed Aħmad’s Bahoo Bégum and Rasheed Aħmad.

So after the marriage Fareedah Imām took care of all the household things and she was a very caring girl.

The life was sailing smooth apart for my sexual tension.

It was three months to Nazeer Aħmad’s marriage, when he had to leave to US on a project.

It was for duration of 4 months and he had to leave at the earliest.

He wanted to take his wife along with him but Fareedah Imām did not have a passport.

So Nazeer Aħmad left her to my care and left for US last month.

It was an irony that Nazeer Aħmad did not want his wife to remain at Jabalpur, behind him, if I did not promise to take care of her.

“Your Abbū, Rasheed Aħmad; is quite capable to take care of Bahoo Bégum, Nazeer!” I smiled at him.

“But, Abbū is more devoted to Tablīghī Jamaet than to the household, uncle!” Nazeer Aħmad said, “Why has Ammijān virtually raped you, if Abbū were available to her?”

“Nazeer!” I rebuked him.

“I don’t blame my Ammijān for it. NEVER. It was her natural need Abbu could not provide. What else Ammijān could do? It’s Ammijān’s decision that I should request you to take care of your Bahoo Bégum, Fareedah Imām.”

“Nazeer! You know very well why your Ammī is insisting on.”

Durgesh! Meri Jān! don’t try to fool Nazeer, lillah!” Saåeedah Anwar, Nazeer Aħmad’s Ammī; shouted angrily, “You fool me always. Isn’t it enough?”

“Sālī! I’ve completed 60 years.”I gritted through my teeth, “You’ve completed 50 years. Now try to control yourself.”

“I’m not doing anything wrong.” Saåeedah Anwar, Nazeer Aħmad’s Ammī; flared.

“Yes! You are. You are doing wrong. She is my Bahū Bégum. Understand?”

“No. She is not. Nazeer is not your son from me.”

“I know. But–”

“If Nazeer is not your son from me, how Fareedah is your Bahū Bégum?”

Nazeer Aħmad smiled at his Ammī.

Rasheed Aħmad went out of the home itself.

He did not want to stay there anymore.

He had digested that his wife, Saåeedah Anwar, Nazeer Aħmad’s Ammī; had raped his friend Durgesh.

He was not capable to satisfy Saåeedah’s extra ordinary sexual lust any more.

It was better that Saåeedah raped Durgesh.

Durgesh is his friend after all.

If Saåeedah had raped someone else, he would have insulted Rasheed Aħmad as much as he could.

But Durgesh was worried for him.

Durgesh was really a friend, more concerned for him than even his other Muslim friends.

“Rasheed! I think I should stop coming here.” I said to him gravely.

Durgesh!” Rasheed Aħmad smiled, “What do you think? Saåeedah will return to me if you stop coming here? It will be worse if she rapes someone else again. If you are really my friend, keep fucking my horniest Muslim wife, please! For my sake, lillah, so that she can’t rape someone else.”

“That’s your problem, Rasheed! And Saåeedah Bhābhījān’s.” I said angrily.

“You still call her Bhābhījān?”

“Well, she is your wife. Is she not? And you are my friend.”

“Saåeedah is not alone, interested in you; here.”

“Rasheed–” I was stunned.

“Our Bahū Bégum Fareedah Imām has not married our son, Nazeer Aħmad; for she liked him.”

“Rasheed!”

“Fareedah has married Nazeer because you come here. She could not marry you, because you are a Hindu. So, she optioned for this possible way to come into your contact naturally.”

“But Fareedah is my Bahū Bégum too.”

“No. She is not. Saåeedah is right. Nazeer is not your son from Saåeedah.”

Fareedah Imām smiled at me and at her husband Nazeer Aħmad,

“Thank you, Rasheed.”

“Don’t mention it.” He flared.

Saåeedah laughed.

After Nazeer Aħmad had gone, it was just me and ‘my’ Bahoo Bégum Fareedah Imām who were left in the house.

Saåeedah Anwar offered her salāt five times a day.

So, she was equally inappropriate to take care of her Bahū Bégum Fareedah Imām, properly; as her husband, my friend, Rasheed Aħmad was.

Saåeedah Anwar, Nazeer Aħmad’s Ammī; had three routines.

She offered salats five times a day.

She performed tilāvat-e-Qur’an-o-aħādees.

She had sex with me quite shamelessly.

Rasheed Aħmad had surrendered to the situation as he was unable to keep Saåeedah exclusive to himself.

Now during the last month, I felt ‘my’ Bahoo Bégum Fareedah Imām attracted towards me.

I was all-alert.

It was not certainly, what Nazeer Aħmad wanted.

Al Fareedah Al Imām was my Bahū Bégum, but she was not behaving likewise.

She had started observing me carefully, meaningfully, not like a Bahū Bégum, like a woman instead.

She is a stunning Sunni Musalmān lady, with 5′ 7”, whitish skin, and a well shaped figure of almost 36-28-38, with fleshy curves in her Sunni Musalmān buttocks and chest.

I can bet that any man will turn around to have a look at her Sunni Musalmān beauty when she walks in the street.

She looked damn sexy in saree that she wears always as a typical Indian homemaker.

She uses to wear nightie only at home that too only at night.

She is a specialist in wearing saree.

She wears it tight around her lithe Sunni Musalmān body and the lower half will be tightly wound around her gorgeous Sunni Musalmān buttocks.

She wears saree with different blouse cuttings, exciting colors and see through types.

To be truthful, I actually felt that she had an eye on me from the day when we all went to see her for my friend’s son.

Fareedah Imām acted as if her feet met some obstacle while passing through opposite me.

She pretended to fall.

And, where did she fell?

Right on to my lap.

Fareedah Imām’s gorgeous Sunni Musalmān buttocks filled my lap entirely.

She pretended stunned and dumb founded in my lap.

I felt her Sunni Musalmān buttocks closed around my inadvertently aroused Uncut Hindu Penis.

She was a very attractive Sunni Musalmān girl.

Her Ammī rushed to help her.

Yet, somehow, Fareedah Imām managed to sit on my lap almost 15 minutes even then, on this or that pretext.

I felt so many negative thoughts about her.

She was, and she wanted it deliberately; enjoying my aroused Hindu rod between her Sunni Muslim buttocks, knocking persistently on her Sunni Muslim asshole.

But as she was my Bahū Bégum too, all those thoughts were buried deep down my heart.

But now as my friend, Rasheed Aħmad’s son was not around and she was alone in the house with me, the thoughts got back to my mind.

Her suggestive activities had done the main work for it.

Fareedah Imām behaved as if she didn’t know how to proceed further, because if I don’t think in the same manner as she thought then Fareedah Imām will end up in trouble.

So along with the sexual frustration, she also had this additional disturbed mind that thinking about me like this is a wrong thing.

So the only thing she could do was to masturbate thinking of me.

But things changed tremendously, as days passed.

Fareedah Imām used to watch me secretly whenever she got a chance.

The tender milk Sunni Musalmān beauties inside the see through pallu of her saree distracted my mind too, though I always strictly averted my eyes from there.

Nevertheless, the ‘man’ inside me, enjoyed her Sunni Muslim lusty actions very much.

Yet, I was quite capable to control myself.

Fareedah Imām discussed her problem with her mother in law, Saåeedah Anwar.

“Ammī! It seems that I’ve also to rape him, as you did.”

“Let me talk to him, Bahū Bégum!” Saåeedah Anwar suggested, “He is more faithful to his Muslim friend than to us Muslimahs. And he can’t do it.”

“But he is doing. Ammī! I married Nazeer, because I could not marry Durgesh himself.”

“I know bétī!”

“He says that he is a devout Hindu. Hinduism orders him not to refuse to any woman who offers herself to him. Yet–”

“Let me talk with him.” Saåeedah Anwar said gravely.

The fleshy Sunni Musalmān belly revealed through low hip style, few sexy folds, deep naval, every thing tried to mesmerize me.

Broad open back of blouse, the visible bra strips inside the blouse, dangerous mountain curve nothing but her Sunni Musalmān butt, all were being used intentionally, by ‘my’ Bahoo Bégum Fareedah Imām, to make me mad.

She never missed a single chance, especially when she served me food and doing some work.

The few seconds when her pallu falls down reveals those great Sunni Musalmān boobs.

It happens often casually with or without her intention, but it really hardens my Hindu tool.

I watched all these things watching that she pretended that she didn’t notice me what I am doing.

But the real fact is, she noticed everything silently without showing me any sign about that.

I came to know about this afterwards, when she told me during a romantic moment in bed.

But this is how the scenario and ‘my’ Bahoo Bégum Fareedah Imām changed our relation.

A 28 years young Sunni Musalmān Beauty falling in love with a 60 years old Hindu.

The absence of her husband helped her more.

One fine Sunday, as usual, Bahoo Bégum Fareedah Imām was cooking.

She was in a bright yellow saree with matching blouse.

I was watching the TV in the living room.

Once she came, gave me a glass of cold badam milk, and went to the kitchen continuing her cooking.

After an hour, she came back and told me to get ready for the lunch.

Saree was looking terrific on her and again the view of the bra straps through the thin blouse made my Hindu dick go big inside the lower and she had many sneak peeks while she served the lunch and even while having the lunch, sitting next to me on the dinning table.

After finishing the lunch,  Fareedah Imām and I were in the hall watching TV.

For the first time we talked openly many things for more than an hour.

She inquired me about my past life, about my wife, her Saas; and our relationship etc.

She also shared her memories of her school & college life, how she got married to Nazeer and so on.

Now slowly without our notice, our talk started becoming bolder.

She asked me about what are all the qualities she possesses.

I was all-alert.

She was again trying to change our relationship from a father in law-daughter in law to man and woman.

Fareedah Imām was determined to make me her man.

And what kind of Bahoo Bégum  I was expecting when Nazeer decided to marry?

I explained all the good features that she had and finally told her, that I thought that my Bahoo Bégum Fareedah Imām should be like my own daughter in law.

I told this straight forward, without any hesitation.

Fareedah Imām was waiting eagerly to know what I would tell after listening to her questions.

“And why can’t I behave like your wife?”

Surprisingly she did not blush at all when she asked me it.

“You are my daughter in law.” I said somewhat curtly.

“How?” Fareedah Imām asked mischievously, “Nazeer is your son from Ammījān?”

“No. but– ”

“If he is not your son from Ammījān, how I can be your daughter in law?”

“There are some moral relations too.”

“Ammījān changed it and you allowed.”

“Fareedah!” My voice was burning, “Nazeer asked me to take care of you.”

“Which you are not doing. If I get sex from outside, will it be better for Nazeer and your friend?”

“I know everything. You watch me like a daughter in law should never watch her father in law.”

She did not get nervous at all.

She did not start sweating.

She was quite confident instead.

Then she laughed at me, saying,

“Don’t be afraid “Sasurjee!”(?) I will not tell it to your son. Your son is seeing you as an old man. But only I know about you and what all you can do.”

Telling this, she again gave me a strange, inviting, even somewhat lewd, smile.

I become little bit abnormal.

Fareedah Imām replied it only with a smile.

After this, there is deep silence in the hall.

Only the TV volume of a Hindi song heard.

Few minutes passed.

She was sitting in front of me with a smile, just watching me.

I wanted to go to my own home.

But, Rasheed was not in the house.

Only Saåeedah Anwar and Fareedah Imām were there.

She did not feel shy.

And she was not scared at all to watch my eyes.

She broke the silence in the house.

She got up from her seat, went and closed the main door facing the street and came back to take her seat.

Now her heartbeat was rising.

She was sitting in the sofa at the same place seeing me deep into my eyes.

Now I was being tensed up.

Seeing all her activities from the afternoon and listening to her talks, I knew she was after me shamelessly for sex.

Probably the urge for sex gave her so much courage.

Fareedah Imām came to me and sat next to me on the sofa.

I took a deep breath looking at her.

She smiled,

“Papaji! You are too good. You are just better to your son in all your nature and mind. Then what’s wrong in leading a life like my husband with me?”

Saying this, Fareedah Imām slowly neared me & suddenly fell on me.

Her burning Sunni Musalmān body was in bad need of opposite sex.

She hugged me tight not leaving an inch of space between us.

Then madly Fareedah Imām kissed me.

I wanted to stop her, but how without insulting her?

It was not possible.

The hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

I did not want to convert her love for me into the fury of a woman scorned.

It was sheer foolishness.

I had to surrender.

It was the only wise action.

The deep lip to lip, tongue to tongue kiss continued for few minutes with my chest crushing against her soft Sunni Musalmān milk mountains.

My full body weight is on her due to our tight hug.

She had pulled me on her.

Now she pushed me down to the sofa and took off the saree pallu.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

The voluptuous milk beauties are in front of me for which Nazeer longed for many years.

Fareedah Imām did not waste a single second.

She put both my hands on each one of them and made me to start messaging them while continuously kissing my neck.

Fareedah Imām slowly came down kissing just above my Hindu Penis.

She pulled my face and put it between her huge tender mountains.

Fareedah Imām caught one of my balls with her mouth while her hand was still playing with my Hindu Penis.

She got aroused me ultimately by her continuous insistent seduction.

I just closed my eyes & leaned back comfortably in the sofa.

Fareedah Imām proceeded further up to my naval, kissing and rolling her greedy Sunni Musalmān tongue all over my body.

She gave a sweet moan.

Again Fareedah Imām came up kissing all over my face.

She murmured in my ears “Sasurjee… I love you… Hmmmm… aaaahhhh…. Remove the blouse and free my Sunni Musalmān breasts from the tight clasps”.

I did not have another option except to comply.

I acted even bolder now, to please her.

If I had to surrender, I did not want her to feel that she was not wanted by me at all.

I wanted to impress her now, that I also wanted her now.

My conscience was still reproaching me.

Yet, my brain was telling me again and again–

‘The hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Don’t convert her love for you into the fury of a woman scorned.

It is sheer foolishness.

You have to surrender.

It is the only wise action.’

Protect yourself first from the fury of a woman scorned.

All the others are less important than your own protection.

Behave as if you also love her.

Behave as if you also love her.

‘The hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Don’t convert her love for you into the fury of a woman scorned.

It is sheer foolishness.

You have to surrender.

It is the only wise action.’

Protect yourself first from the fury of a woman scorned.

All the others are less important than your own protection.

Behave as if you also love her.

Behave as if you also love her.

I unhooked the blouse one by one on the front.

Then Bahoo Bégum Fareedah Imām herself helped me to remove both the blouse and the black colored bra.

It was her own game after all.

The view of her naked Sunni Musalmān breasts was awesome.

The little pointed nips were sitting pretty on the top of her two breasts.

They were gorgeous to say the least.

I played with both the big, soft, milky Sunni Musalmān boobs with my hands and lips.

Instantaneously she removed my T-shirt.

With bare body and lower, I vigorously kissed those boobs. Licked the nipples & started biting them softly.

She moaned little loudly out of excitement.

She was holding my head, her fingers playing with my hair.

She took me up,  inserted her tongue into my mouth and started smooching while our bare bodies came into direct contact which made us mad.

Now I sensed that her hands were searching for my hard Hindu cock bulging out of the lower.

She pulled off the lower.

Inserted one hand into the underwear and caught the rock hard, hot Hindu cock.

The call bell rang.

Suddenly the game was brought to an abrupt stop.

We both were shocked & moved away from one another.

Hurriedly put our cloths.

Fareedah Imām cupped her Sunni Musalmān breasts beneath the blouse without bra,  just wrapped the saree,  soon moved to the door and saw through the manhole.

She turned to me with a smile saying,

“It is the milk woman, darling!”

Eishan!

So, I was her darling now?

The milk woman delivered the milk in the evening by 5 o’clock.

I looked at the watch on the wall it was showing 5.20.

Fareedah Imām grabbed a vessel lying nearby and went to the door.

From my place, I could see the milk woman staring at my sexy Bahoo Bégum Fareedah Imām and stammer something.

I saw how badly she was trying to hide her wetness.

He even spilt some milk on the floor and with trembling hands gave her the vessel back.

After getting back the vessel, Fareedah Imām closed the door, kept the vessel on the near table, and came towards me.

“Oh Sasurjee, saw how that milkwoman was eying me?”

“Oh yes sweetie. Her hands must have been itching to catch my Hindu Penis too. Come let me continue my exploration of my sexy Bahoo Bégum cum wife, Fareedah Imām.”

My brain was still reminding me:

‘The hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Don’t convert her love for you into the fury of a woman scorned.

It is sheer foolishness.

You have to surrender.

It is the only wise action.’

Protect yourself first from the fury of a woman scorned.

All the others are less important than your own protection.

You can face everything else if you are protected yourself.

Behave as if you also love her.

Behave as if you also love her.

We now moved towards her bedroom but while going from living room to her bed room I had successfully undressed her saree, petticoat and blouse.

I was in my underwear and she was in her panty.

Once we were near her double bed, I caught her two boobs in each hand and gave them a hard squeeze.

Oh they were so soft and spongy.

I was squeezing them hard.

She was moaning a bit and she rested her head back on my shoulder.

Now all those cultural values of father-in-law and daughter-in-law were overtaken by her Sunni Musalmān lust for sex with me.

Nothing was going to kill her Sunni Musalmān lust for me now.

Then we both took off our remaining one piece of cloth from the waist and became fully nude.

I was exposing my hard Hindu Lund for the first time in front of my sexy Bahū Bégum Fareedah Imām.

It did not take long for me to catch hold of her boobs.

I was squeezing them hard again.

I took the nipple between my thumb and my middle finger and started playing with it.

This made Fareedah Imām moan “Ooooohhh aaaaahhhhh aaaahhhhh aaaaaraaaaam se dheerey seee Sasurjeeee” in pleasure.

I took my mouth to the other milk pot and started kissing it.

I took my time in playing with her Sunni Musalmān milk mounds.

All the time I played with her milk pots Fareedah Imām moaned in pleasure.

Suddenly she caught my Hindu Dick.

Fareedah Imām said that she was surprised to see the size of my Hindu manhood so big and so hard even at this age.

She was now holding my Hindu Dick in her hands and was doing the in and out movement with her Sunni Musalmān fist.

I held her head by her hairs and guided her beautiful Sunni Musalmān mouth to my Hindu Dick.

It was necessary to prove that I was also mad for her.

Though I was certainly NOT.

Before taking my Hindu Dick in her Sunni Musalmān mouth, she tongue cleaned my Hindu Dickhead.

I was stunned to see my Bahoo Bégum Fareedah Imām doing such an act.

I never thought there was the sexy Sunni Musalmān girl who was hidden behind that cultural innocent girl Fareedah Imām.

She took the entire length of my Hindu Dick within her Sunni Musalmān mouth in one go.

Her Sunni Musalmān tongue was rolling around my Hindu Dick inside her Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Holding her head tight with my hands I started moving my buttocks to and fro.

I was mouth fucking my friend’s own daughter in law while she was giving me the Blow Job of my life.

I managed to get hold of her boobs in between and massaged them very hard.

With every stroke of my Hindu Dick on her throat, she responded wildly.

While I was fucking her Sunni Musalmān mouth, momentous moans escaped her mouth.

I could feel the pressure building within my sacks.

I knew I was moments away from Cumming.

I was trying my hardest to extend this session of her Sunni Musalmān mouth fucking, but it was getting unbearable.

I couldn’t have held any more.

I told her that I am Cumming and tried to take off the Hindu Dick from her mouth.

But to my surprise my traditional Bahoo Bégum Fareedah Imām persisted with sucking my Hindu Dick much harder.

I couldn’t resist further and almost after 15 minutes of fucking her Sunni Musalmān mouth I blasted inside her mouth.

Her Sunni Musalmān mouth was filled with my white Hindu love juice and Bahoo Bégum Fareedah Imām was enjoying every drop of it.

We were very tired.

She was starved of breath for the entire period of mouth fucking.

We hugged each other and kissed each other on every part of our bodies.

I carried her to the bed and placed her on the double bed.

Her inviting naked Sunni Musalmān body, with just the bunch of jasmine flowers in her hair, and a cute smile on her Sunni Musalmān lips; made my Hindu Dick to stiffen again and I sprang on her between her wide spread Sunni Musalmān legs.

She begged me to fuck her.

Soon I placed my Hindu Dick on her Sunni Musalmān vagina gate and slowly entered her soft Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

I started to stroke her gently at first but soon she had straddled me and was rocking me!

She had totally forgotten about our relationship.

I remembered.

But my brain was warning me repeatedly:

‘The hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Don’t convert her love for you into the fury of a woman scorned.

It is sheer foolishness.

You have to surrender.

It is the only wise action.’

Protect yourself first from the fury of a woman scorned.

All the others are less important than your own protection.

Behave as if you also love her.

Behave as if you also love her.

Now, two sexually starved bodies were making love that evening.

I started pumping her with equal vigor and soon she started screaming.

Then with a grunt, she pulled me to her, using her arms and legs in unison, until my whole 10 inch was buried in her Sunni Musalmān cunt.

I could feel my Hindu balls touching her Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks.

She let out a screech…

Then after a minute or so of furious humping, she begged,

“Slow down Sasurjee. For Allah sake slow down. Yā Allah, Its so big and thick when compared to your son Nazeer’s.”

It wasn’t just my head that swelled with this statement from my sweet Bahoo Bégum Fareedah Imām’s mouth, because I really believe the compliment made my Hindu rod even harder.

Entering my Hindu Dick into her Sunni Musalmān cunt right to the hilt and out again, I relished every nerve-tingling feeling.

Sometimes I would take some breaths with all my Hindu cock buried inside her.

Then, with her encouragement, I would start pumping in and out again and again, bringing the head almost all the way out then back in to the hilt.

We settled into a rhythm.

I felt her nails digging into my back as she screamed and froze wrapping her legs around my back like it was in a tight vise.

I fucked her 3 hours continuously.

She was kissing me all over in immense indebtedness.

After about 40 minutes more, I could not control any longer and unloaded my entire truckload of Hindu cum into Fareedah Imam’s Sunni Musalmān cunt.

She was very happy with the timing of Cumming and I could sense the overflowing of my Hindu Lund juice from her.

She was so thrilled that she kept kissing me without a stop.

I pulled her up to me, kissed her forehead, and then snuggled up with her and we slept till the night, with my Hindu Penis still buried into her Sunni Musalmān Cunt to the hilt.

Chapter 2

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20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

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24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

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28. The three pregnants-2

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30. Sālī, Ammījān!

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36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

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53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

87. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

88.  Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged

89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

90. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

92. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

93.. The everincreasing infinite lust

94. The women in my life

95. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

96.  A Deep Conflict-1

97. I’m never ashamed of it

98. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

99. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

100. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

101. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

102.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

103. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

104. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

105. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

106. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

107. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

108.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

109. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

110. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

111. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

112. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

113. HVS law internationals : 1

114. HVS law internationals : 2

115. HVS law internationals : 3

116. HVS law internationals : 4

117. HVS law internationals : 5

118. They conspired against me

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3

7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4

8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5

9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6

10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7

11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8

12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9

13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2

19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

21. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

22. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

23. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

24. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

26. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

36. Saamved: Mantr 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 115

38. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

39. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

40. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

41. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

42.  Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3

43. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4

44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6

45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6

46. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7

47. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8

48. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6

49. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

50. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25

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More on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. ‘According to facts’: ‘Yaathaatathyatah’

2. According to Hinduism: We must be polite, not coward

3. Aheism can’t win Hinduism/Ved

4. Casteism is NOT an intgral part of Hinduism:’Samaanee prapaa sah vonnabhaagah’ ”Same drinking same share of food.’

5. Hinduism builds its society on SUKR’TS/Noble doers:’Imaam naareem Sukr’te dadhaat’

6. Hinduism is PRINCIPLES BASED , not PERSON BASED

7. One should not wish to die: Ved hates death

8. RELIGIOUS DEMOCRACY in Hinduism: Ekam sadvipra bahudhaa vadanti

9. Sanyas is not the goal of Hinduism

10. Sati tradition was an Aasur Tradition, not Vedic at all



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