Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind–1

Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind–1

Durgesh

Chapter 1

There had been less traffic than I had anticipated.

I parked my car in front of the building of the court.

There was a chance that the case Hudā was fighting might occupy the entire morning and perhaps a part of the afternoon, would have been disposed of sooner than contemplated.

Hudā, therefore, would be free sooner.

I walked the wide corridor to the swinging mahogany doors with the Judge’s name on them and entered the courtroom.

The trial was in progress.

Hudā, obviously self-conscious, was standing by the defense counsel table.

She was apparently at a loss as to what to say next.

The witness, standing in the witness box, was smiling confidently at Hudā.

She was waiting for the next question somewhat patronizingly.

The jury seemed slightly bored.

I eased my body into a seat at the rear of the courtroom.

“So, Imāmzādī Almās,” Hudā asked, “It was dark. Wasn’t it?”

Imāmzādī Almās Kaif, the witness, smiled at Hudā,

“What was dark?”

“The night.”

“The night was dark, but the street was lighted.” Imāmzādī Almās Kaif, the witness, smiled at Hudā, again.

“What do you mean, it was lighted?”

“There was a light at the corner.”

“And that light gave you sufficient illumination?”

“It gave the street sufficient illumination.”

“To the street, not to you?”

“I don’t need it.”

Hudā observed the witness.

She was dressed in such a manner that no one could say, she was an Imāmzādī.

She was looking a film star herself.

“Yes! So I can see.” Hudā commented smiling admiringly at her.

“Thank you.” Imāmzādī Almās Kaif, the witness, smiled back at Hudā.

“My pleasure! So there was enough light there so that you could see?”

“There was enough light there so that I could see. Yes.”

“What did you see?”

“I saw the defendant, Naåeemah Waħāb.”

“What did she do?”

“She was taking a suitcase out of the back of the car.”

“Oh, so you saw her taking out a suitcase?”

“Yes.”

I was suddenly distracted.

The young girl sitting next to me suddenly put her right hand on my left thigh.

I was startled.

She was in a burqā.

I looked at her.

But, she was looking at the witness.

She pretended that it was her unconscious act.

“Then?” Hudā asked the witness.

“Then the defendant, Naåeemah Waħāb, put the suitcase down on the ground, bent over it, opened the suitcase, took out something―”

“Yes, yes,” Hudā interrupted impatiently, “You’ve told us all that before.”

The young girl in the burqā put her shawl on my lap.

And then she unzipped me.

I was startled again.

The girl must be mad.

In the courtroom, filled with spectators so heavily?

So openly?

Was she so ravenous?

“What are you doing?” I asked her under my hot breaths.

“Enjoy yourself and let me enjoy too.” She said under her breaths too, and her hand entered my underwear.

Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā!”

“Allah Allah Kħair Sallah!”

“Who are you?”

Kħātooné Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadā Fātimā razee Allāhu tåālā ånhā.”

“Nonsense!”

“I love you.”

“Nonsense!”

“Shut up. Let me enjoy if you don’t want to.”

“Are you mad?”

“Yes! For you. Otherwise I would not have come from Mumbai.”

The girl had taken out my Hindu Penis till now and was playing with it, hungrily.

“Sālī! someone will see.”

“Let the someone do anything whatsoever.”

“I invite you for dinner, tonight.”

“Okay.”

“Leave it now.”

“Never.”

“Well, you asked me what I saw.” The witness, Imāmzādī Almās Kaif, was saying, “I thought you wanted me to tell you again.”

“No.” Hudā contradicted Imāmzādī Almās Kaif, “Not what you surmised the defendant, Naåeemah Waħāb, was doing. I want to know what you actually saw she was doing.”

Imāmzādī Almās Kaif, the witness, adjusted herself.

“I saw her opening the compartment of the back of the car. I saw the defendant, Naåeemah Waħāb, took out a suitcase. I saw her put it on the ground. I saw her open the suitcase.”

Suddenly, I stiffened.

The girl, playing with my Hindu Penis, squeezed it meaningfully.

“Hi, what are you after?” I asked her under my breath.

Fuck me.”

“What?”

Fuck me.”

“At night.”

No. Now.”

“I can’t leave the courtroom.”

“Why?”

“The defense lawyer is my friend.”

“You fuck her?”

I smiled at her.

“How old are you?”

“27. Why?”

“Can you think anything except sex?”

“Can you?”

“Of course.”

“Then you are not my man.”

“Sorry, I disappointed you.”

“You did not say on Internet that you don’t love sex.”

“I love sex, but―what? On Internet?”

“Of course! On Internet.”

“The defendant, Naåeemah Waħāb, had her back to you.” Hudā asked the witness harshly, “Had she not?”

“She had. Yes.”

“Then you couldn’t have seen the defendant open the suitcase.”

Imāmzādī Almās Kaif, the witness, collected herself again.

“I saw the defendant, Naåeemah Waħāb, bend over the suitcase.” She said curtly, “I saw her hands on the lid of the suitcase. I saw the lid of the suitcase come up. I don’t know how else to describe it.”

“You couldn’t see what the defendant, Naåeemah Waħāb, took out. Could you?”

“No. That I couldn’t. Of course.” Imāmzādī Almās Kaif, the witness, admitted.

Hudā, the defense lawyer, lowered her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān eyes to the counsel table.

It was her first case here, at Jabalpur.

She bent over her laptop.

Her husband, Zāhid Waħāb came to her at once, obediently.

“Can I help you, dear?”

The girl in burqā, playing with my Hindu Penis, under her shawl, smiled ironically.

“Nice role for a Muslim husband.”

“What?” I looked at her.

“My husband is also obedient to me.”

“You are married?”

“Of course, I’m married. What do you think? I’m 27.”

My voice became somewhat impish.

“There are so many girls who are more than 27. Yet, they are not married.”

“Well, I’m not one of them.”

“Yes. I can see.”

She squeezed my penis.

“Want to pluck it out?”

“Your wife will kill me.”

“Otherwise, you would’ve plucked it out?”

She laughed and squeezed my Hindu Penis again.

Eīshān!” I said, “Eīshān!”

She winked at me,

“Allah! Allah!

Ibtidāye ishq hai, rota hai kyā?

Aage aage dekhnā hotā hai kyā!”

Hudā played with her laptop aimlessly.

Apparently, she was thinking of some question she could ask the witness, Imāmzādī Almās Kaif.

The case was bad.

She was thinking some question that would not make her case worse.

Members of the jury looked at each other, at the clock, and then let their attention wander around the courtroom.

“At the time, you didn’t know who owned the car, did you?”

Hudā demanded of the witness.

“No, madam. How could I?”

“Don’t ask me questions. Only answer me.”

“Yes, madam! Sorry, madam!”

“When did you find out who owned the car?”

“After the defendant, Naåeemah Waħāb, had left I started wondering―”

“Never mind.” Hudā smiled at the witness, “Never mind what you were wondering at, neither what you thought. Tell us only when did you find out who owned the car.”

“When the police told me.”

“So you are testifying what the police told you?”

Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad smiled at the judge.

“Objection, your honor!”

“Sustained.”

“It goes to the bias of the witness, your honor!” Hudā said gravely.

Judge Shrīkānt M. Āgnéý hesitated somewhat, and looked at the Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad.

Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad understood the situation.

“I withdraw my objection, your honor! If your honor permits it, the witness can answer the question.”

“Answer the question.” Judge Shrīkānt M. Āgnéý ruled.

“Who are you?” I asked the extra ordinary beautiful Muslim girl, in burqā, playing with my Hindu Penis.

“Not entirely unknown to you.”She squeezed my penis, suggestively, again.

“Stop it.”

“Never.”

“You are making me crazy to have you.”

“To fu*k me?”

“Yes.”

“That’s what I want you to do. Go ahead. You are most welcome.” She laughed sweetly, lightly.

And squeezed my Hindu Penis again, meaningfully.

“You are making me hot.”

“Your reputation is that you are always hot with us Muslimahs.”She laughed sweetly, lightly, again.

Squeezed my penis again, too.

My penis was refusing me to be in my control any more.

It wanted, at least, to be in her immensely beautiful mouth, if not into her Muslimā Cunt.

“I’m not testifying what the Police told me.” Imāmzādī Almās Kaif, the witness, said.

“Then?” Hudā asked.

“I’m testifying to what I saw.”

“When the police told you, did you go to the police, or did they come to you?”

“I went to them. I saw the news on TV. I had to tell the police that I was a witness to that.”

“You saw your cousin, Katrina Kaif in nude?”

“With Durgesh in nude too.” Imāmzādī Almās Kaif, the witness, smiled mischievously.

“You are promoting Durgesh.” Hudā laughed somewhat, bowing respectfully o the court.

“Certainly not. Durgesh is not in the show business. He is only a barrister at law, and a free lance writer.”

“Have you fucked Katrina Kaif?” The girl in burqā squeezed my penis again.

“Nonsense.”

“She is the sexiest woman and you are the sexiest man. Why isn’t it possible?”

Katrina Kaif is the sexiest woman in the show business.” I smiled at her.

She became alert.

“What do you mean?”

Kħadeejah Muħammadis not in the show business.”

“I’m not too.”

“What?” I looked at her.

““I’m not too.” She repeated her words, emphasizing her every word.

“You are comparing yourself with Kħadeejah Muħammad?”

“You are comparing Kħadeejah Muħammad with Katrina Kaif?”

“Not in show business. In being sexy.”

“You don’t agree with FHM?”

“If its report is confined to the show business, I do agree.”

“And, if it isn’t?”

“You know. Kħadeejah Muħammad is the sexiest woman.” I said gravely, “How do they know who is the sexiest woman?”

Chapter 2

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgeshfī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

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

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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

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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

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

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

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

5. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

6. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

7. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

8. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

9. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

16. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

17. Saamved: Mantr 1

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

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

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

 


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