The everbest wives: 20

The everbest wives

Durgesh

1. No Hindu, Please!

2. Only Hindus, Please! The discovery

3. I do hate hypocrisy

4.  In the Moonlight

5. I still love, Durgesh, with immense pride

6. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

7. She loved me all along

8. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

9. She needed me extremely

10. Hell, I Revolt

11. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

12. Now entirely secured and safe

13. The women in my life

14. The Beaming Knowledge

15. A Secret Smile

16. A deserving unfaithfulness-1

17. The three pregnants-1

18.The three pregnants-2

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

Chapter 20

After the death of my husband

My name is Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī.

I am from Saåūdī Årabia and I migrated to Italy, a place of sexy wonders, two years back with my new husband Durgesh.

We have a beautiful son Pravesh who is 19 months old this month.

The reason for writing my story is tell you my little secret.

My new husband Durgesh is in fact my own son.

Not my real son, yet adopted son.

He married me, his own Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, though not his real Ammī, yet Ammī however, before bringing me to US as his wife.

How it all happened?

Please read on!

I was married to Durgesh’s father in law Abbū, Imām Aħmad Sheikħ when I was 18.

Ours was an arranged marriage and after one year, I gave birth to Durgesh.

Not actually.

My husband Imām Aħmad Sheikħ arranged with his Hindu bahnoī, Vishvās Shakr Mānav.

Durgesh was actually son of Vishvās Shakr Mānav and Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Kħadījah Al Waħāb.

My husband insisted on having only one child even though I wanted more.

“How?” my husband, Imām Aħmad Sheikħ, was sarcastic, “I can’t give you a son. I’m not capable to give a son to you.”

So, apparently, Imām Aħmad Sheikħ got his operation done ‘after’(?) Durgesh.

Durgesh grew up like a good lad and became a barrister,Sex Therapist and a free lance writer, three in one.

Six years ago, he came to US and settled here.

My story actually started about 2 years ago.

I can never forget that day when my husband left me at the hospital.

He had a stroke at home when he was getting ready for work and all hell got loose for me.

It was the worst day of my life.

We notified about his death to Durgesh and he came to India within two days.

Our relatives picked Durgesh up from the airport and they all came to the native village where we brought Imām Aħmad Sheikħ’s body for his last rites.

I saw Durgesh as he hurried towards me, as soon as he got down from the car.

I could not hold myself but to cry as I fell in his strong Hindu arms.

The crying was unstoppable for both of us as everybody around us tried to console us.

It was a sad emotional Moment I will never forget.

Within few hours after Durgesh’s arrival, he performed the last rites for ‘his’(?) father.

The atmosphere was very sad for the next two days as all our relatives turned up to console us.

On the third day, we performed another rite where all the extended family participated and finished the rite with a dinner for the family.

After the dinner, all of them left to their houses.

We were staying at Imām Aħmad Sheikħ’s sister’s place and they started organizing our beds.

Durgesh was told to sleep in the spare bedroom and Durgesh insisted that I sleep with him too.

As I was his Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, everybody agreed.

They arranged a double bed for us.

I actually thought Durgesh was probably feeling lonely, but little did I know.

He had other plans.

Durgesh went to bed as me and my sis-in-law cleaned the dishes.

After sometime, my sis-in-law went to bed as I spent more time doing the chores, as I could not sleep.

After an hour or so, I finished my work and went into the bedroom.

As I entered the bedroom, I saw Durgesh is still awake.

I asked him and he said he could not sleep.

As I came into the room, Durgesh got up from the bed and locked the door.

I thought he would go back to bed but instead he came towards me and hugged me.

I felt very sorry for him as we both hugged each other.

Then he pressed me against so hard I had to gasp for my breath.

Then he whispered into my ear,

“Since Abbū has left us, Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, I am the man of the house. I am the man for you too Ammī, Tajallī darling!”

He then took hold of my pallu, loose end of my saree, and pulled off my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts.

I was startled by his words and gesture and I started screaming.

Durgesh then suddenly closed my mouth with one hand, held me close with the other and said,

“Shshshshsh…shut up, Ammī darling! We don’t want to wake uncle and aunt, do we?”

I was still struggling with him, my best, to let me go off.

I screamed too.

Durgesh said cruelly,

“If you wake them up Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, and if you tell them about this, I will have to tell them about a little secret of yours with Srinivas uncle.”

I was blown away by that comment.

My whole life flashed before me.

The only thing I thought all away, I got away with, came back to haunt me.

I always thought nobody knew about that except Srinivas and me. But how does Durgesh know?

I signaled Durgesh I wouldn’t shout as he slowly loosened my mouth, and to assure myself I asked him,

“What secret?”

He then said,

“The secret of those nights with uncle when Abbū was away, those days when Abbū was not around.”

I denied them saying,

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Durgesh smiled,

“Don’t try to deceive me, Ammī darling, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī! I have seen you with him.”

I controlled myself and smiled cunningly,

“Who will believe you?”

“Everybody my Ammī darling, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī! I don’t need to show evidence. One word and you will be a slut to everybody. They don’t need evidence.”

I couldn’t say a word.

That’s true.

Everybody will believe Durgesh.

Even if they don’t believe, they would still think there is something of that kind.

I would lose my chastity status in the family.

Durgesh loosened my mouth and said

“It would be better for you to shut up my Ammī darling, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī!”

I asked him,

“What do you want from me? Why are you doing this to me?” Durgesh said,

“I want you, my Ammī darling, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī! I want to be your Hindu lover! I want to be your Hindu man!”

“But you are my son! How do you expect me to…”

“Yes you can my Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī! I’m not your real son.” he said,” See, I am a man now and I can fuck you now…I can see you as a  Saåūdī Årab Musalmān woman and so can you…You are too beautiful and too sexy to leave alone. I don’t want any damn Shrīnivās or else, now. I know you need him. I don’t want him with you anymore, or anyone else, except myself.”

He kissed my lips forcefully,

“You are a widow now and you have all your life ahead. My Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī! Be my beloved Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, and I will take care of you!” he continued.

I said,

“But…” and then stopped.

I knew Durgesh is not going to listen as he is already using me as a  Saåūdī Årab Musalmān woman as he pressed his chest against my  extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts and thrusting his Hindu groin to caress my  Saåūdī Årab Musalmān womanhood.

I knew I couldn’t escape him.

He was right too!

I have to continue living… and Durgesh is the only one I have got in this world.

What can I do if I reject him?

I will loose my son and my life.

I was caught in a web of love and lust.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked him accepting my defeat.

He said,

“Today is our first night, Ammī darling, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī! I want to fuck you like my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān bride.”

“How can you fuck your own…?” I stopped, as there was no point saying anymore.

“Like this my Ammī darling, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī!” he grabbed my lips with his and gave me a long kiss.

I tried getting out at first but gave up and thought let me have it.

Let him have his Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī’s body.

After that, I just became a spectator as I obeyed every part of his sex act with me.

After the kiss he disrobed me and started unhooking my blouse as he kissed my shoulders.

He took off my blouse and then unhooked my bra as he kissed my visible flesh of my breast in the bra.

As he took off my bra his eye lit up seeing my naked  extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breasts and he slowly kissed one of my nipples.

As he kissed my one breast he started caressing the other one as I watched him fulfilling his lust.

After sometime, he then moved his left hand to reach the tied end of my petticoat to untie it.

As soon as the petticoat string got loose, my heartbeat rose.

I could not believe my own son is exposing my  Saåūdī Årab Musalmān womanhood.

I could not take it.

So I held on to the petticoat.

Durgesh looked at me seriously and then pulled my hands off the grip vigorously as I let go and my petticoat slid quickly to the floor.

Durgesh anxiously looked at my  Saåūdī Årab Musalmān womanhood but got disappointed that I had my panties on.

He immediately knelt before me and with two hands holding wither end he tried to take it off.

I twisted my legs and gave him hard time before he finally managed to take it off me.

He even tore some part of my panty.

The first thing he did after he saw his Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān womanhood was that he took a good fragrance of it.

He then wasted no time to caress and kiss his Ammī , Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī’s mound as for the first time I had a tinge of sexuality in my body as he kissed my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy lips.

It was then I realized I was sweating even as the ceiling fan was running in full speed.

I couldn’t do anything else but to enjoy as he performed oral sex with his Ammī , Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī’s  extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Vagina as I slowly parted my thighs to give him access to more of my Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

I do not know how long he kissed my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy but I should say I was ashamed as I came after a very long time.

My own son made me come.

After sometime, he took me to the bed made me lay on my back as he took off his sarong.

He then placed himself between my thighs, took hold of his now very erect throbbing Uncut Hindu Dick and slowly inserting into my  extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Vagina.

But now I was in ecstasy and thoroughly enjoying every Moment of it.

He then inserted all his Uncut Hindu Dick into my, his own Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī’s, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, stopped there and then kissed my lips.

I really thought I was his bride and this is our first night!

He then slowly whispered to me,

“Now I am a Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī-fucker, my Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī! You cannot tell me I can’t anymore!”

I smiled at him as he started thrusting his Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

As I looked at him I could not believe this was the same kid that I adopted 23 years ago.

Now he is ramming my Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, as if it is he owned it.

I could feel his Uncut Hindu Dick moving as my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt muscle expanded and contracted for his every Hindu movement.

It was as if my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt is milking my son’s Uncut Hindu Dick.

My Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt muscles were now working out to accommodate his erect Uncut Hindu Cock.

Durgesh should have planned all this before as he was enjoying every bit of it.

My Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt though, was also enjoying itself, as it came again oozing out lots of juices.

Then came the grunt of Durgesh as he climaxed and I felt a load of warm Hindu cum hitting my Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān womb.

I gasped as my own son’s Hindu cum filled my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Vagina.

Durgesh collapsed on me huffing and puffing as his Uncut Hindu Dick in me twitched for every load it pour into my womb.

We were soaked it sweat but we could not move as we were very tired.

Durgesh laid on me until we got some energy to move.

By then his Uncut Hindu Dick wilted and withdrew from his Ammī , Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī’s now very wet Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

Durgesh then lifted from me and rolled on to my side.

He then got up and switched on the light.

I twitched my eyes of this sudden light but as I opened, again I could see Durgesh holding his limp Uncut Hindu Dick.

He then came close to me and said,

“Ammī, this is what I planned to do on the third day rite of my Abbū!” and then started fucking me once again fiercely, “I promised myself I will fuck my Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt with my Uncut Hindu Dick on this day aggressively!”

“And I did it!” he added.

As much as I was shocked to hear those words, I have to confess I felt a little kinky too.

My own son planned to fuck me on his father’s third day rites and decided to fuck me aggressively with his Uncut Hindu Dick! How more perverted can a son be?

The scheme was beyond my thoughts.

I probably would have got fucked after a month or so but never in five days after Imām Aħmad Sheikħ’s death.

Until even an hour ago, I never thought I would be on bed like this with my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt ravaged and full of our sex juices.

And I never ever imagined my own son would do this to me.

And to the least I never expected I would enjoy it that much especially when my lover is my own son.

My kinky senses took over as I opened my thighs wide up to Durgesh and said,

“There are more pleasures your Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt can provide you, son! You can fuck me more too!”

I could see Durgesh felt happy about those words as he leant to fuck my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān womanhood.

I quickly said,

“You can but switch off the light, son!”

He switched off the light and in a Moment or so I felt my son parting my legs to fuck his Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, off.

After a nice fucking session more, we both dozed off to sleep in each other’s arms, NAKED!

Next day morning I was woken up with noises from outside.

I saw the clock and it was six o’clock.

Then suddenly I realized I am naked.

I quickly got out of the bed and wore my clothes.

I could not wear my panties as they were torn.

I quickly put it in our bag, took out another one and wore it.

I felt a bit shy seeing Durgesh also naked on the bed.

I quickly got him up and asked him to wear some clothes.

After he wore some clothes, he quickly grabbed me by my midriff to hold my body close to him.

I had to struggle to let him leave me as I told him his aunt might see.

I walked outside to do my regular chores and help my sis-in-law.

Half hour later Durgesh’s uncle got up and then Durgesh got up.

After our chores we all sat together to eat the breakfast.

While eating the breakfast, Durgesh’s aunt asked if Durgesh got good sleep.

Durgesh said he did but she interrupted him saying,

“But you my darling, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, must have got you awake all the time. We were hearing noises until late night.”

I gasped my breath.

Then Durgesh interrupted and said,

“Yes! My Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, was waking up all the time. I had to ‘console’ her to make her sleep.” looking and winking at me.

I thought,

‘Oh! Sure!” It was the other way round. He was the one enjoying his Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt and body disrupting my sleep.’

“You have to understand her Durgesh!” his uncle added, “she lost her husband you know!”

Durgesh looked at me with his sarcastic face.

That look said,

“Yes uncle! She lost one but found another one last night!”

“Yeah! We were hearing her moans all the time!” aunt added.

I was really embarrassed.

“Sorry if they disturbed you both!” Durgesh added.

“You have to take care off her pain Durgesh!” Uncle said.

“I did uncle!” Durgesh interrupted, “I took care of her pain! Didn’t I Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī?” Durgesh asked looking at me.

I was embarrassed as I said, “Yes you did! My lovely son!”

“Good to see you both getting better.” aunt said, “Ammījān and son love will cure!”

‘We are more than Ammī and son now!’ I thought to myself.

“Yes, I love my Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī! I will take care of you!” Durgesh said making a licking gesture at me.

“That’s like a good son!” Aunt added.

I felt shy and embarrassed at once.

That day I experienced my first days of my marriage with Durgesh’s Abbū again!

After our first night Imām Aħmad Sheikħ was constantly onto me like a dog that tasted a juicy piece of meat and wanted more.

But now it’s Durgesh!

His Abbū had an advantage though! He married me! He had license to fondle me. So I too was a bit open at that time.

But now, Durgesh is my own son!

He had no license even to ogle at his Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, sexually little known to fondle her.

He cannot commit incest in the public!

But try telling that to a dog who had his Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī’s plump little Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy for dinner.

He wants more and more often.

But that was not possible with all the relatives around us.

But that did not deter Durgesh.

I became a piece of meat for him.

He never missed an opportunity to molest me.

I was terrified if anybody would see us.

Needless to say, I was very much relieved as the day ended.

The day took a toll on me doing chores while I fended off Durgesh’s molestations and trying to be sad all the time.

I could not wait until we hit the bedroom.

I had to confess I became a bitch in heat by nightfall with all his gestures.

We slipped quickly to bedroom as soon as we had our dinner.

Aunt and Uncle might have wondered how we were itching to get to bed.

That night was like a night of passion too but we had to keep it low.

Uncle never heard a word.

He said we might have got pretty tired not sleeping all those nights.

The next morning my son’s Uncut Hindu Penis in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt woke me up for a change.

I let him have his ‘breakfast’ with me before getting up as I thought Durgesh would slow down during the day.

I was wrong though!

He almost tried to rape me on his aunt’s bed while I went there to clean the room.

But fortunately, he let me go as he heard his uncle calling him.

I had time to set my clothes quickly before I resumed my cleaning.

An hour after Durgesh’s uncle left for work.

His aunt wanted to go to hospital.

Suddenly my perverted mind took over saying private time.

But as a gesture, I asked her if I need to accompany her.

She said I am still in mourning state so I need some rest.

But she said she would take Durgesh with her.

I was disappointed hearing it.

When Durgesh came, she asked Durgesh to accompany her but Durgesh said he promised someone else to help already.

Durgesh left before her and aunt took her neighbor with her.

I sat down to clean the rice of dirt pebbles in them.

Few minutes later Durgesh came back.

I saw him and was about to ask him why he is back but stopped short seeing a garland of flowers in his hand.

As he closed the main door and came towards me, I said,

“You lied to your aunt, didn’t you?”

He said,

“What can I doTajallī Jamāl Qurayshī? Let go our opportunity to be together?”

He then handed over the flowers to me saying,

“These are for you!”

I screamed,

“For me? Don’t you remember I am a widow?”

“You are but my beloved now.” He calmed me.

“But what if anybody sees?” I said.

“Nobody will see my Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī! Put them on and let’s go to bedroom!”

He tried to lift me up from floor with one hand holding my shoulder.

“No Durgesh!” I said, “I am sleeping with you, but that doesn’t mean I am not mourning.”

“But…” he said.

“No buts,” I interrupted, “You lay those flowers at Al Qur’an Al Kareem…then I will come with you.”

Durgesh disappointedly went to the Salat room and came back a little later saying,

“Now you are happy?”

I smiled at him getting up from the floor and went up to kiss him.

We both walked into the bedroom kissing and closed the door behind us.

Durgesh then wasted no time to undress his Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, and took me to the bed.

He then took off the clothes and then remained me.

Well, you would guess the rest of it.

Half an hour later, we were both huffing and puffing with Durgesh on top of me as usual.

Finally, my own son fucked me in broad daylight.

Half and hour later Durgesh wanted another round and he had it.

His aunt arrived just ten minutes after we set everything right.

It was good thing I did not wear the garland as somebody saw Durgesh buying it and leaked it to her.

So she was happy seeing those on Qur’an, as I told Durgesh bought them for it!

Durgesh’s gutsy gestures with me got bolder day by day and I was really waiting to get back to my home in the city.

We had to wait for Imām Aħmad Sheikħ’s tenth day rites.

By the tenth day rite of my husband, Durgesh made me forget I even lost a husband.

My bed had been warm within a week of my husband’s death and my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt had been busy every night.

In fact my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt was busy more than when my husband was around.

My son has been fucking me every day for almost a week now.

We had a big ceremony for the tenth day with more than 100 people coming for it.

I had to get very serious to show my sad face.

I wondered what Durgesh planned to do with his Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, for the tenth day and he did not tell me until the night before.

Durgesh had planned two things for his Abbū’s tenth day.

One is to make me perform salat while my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy is wet with his Hindu semen and the second one, fuck his Ammī, Tajallī Jamāl Qurayshī, at least three times that night.

It was very funny the way he got the first one.

To get me to salat with a wet Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt, He has to fuck me in-between my shower and my salat start.

Otherwise, he cannot do it at any time.

So he got me to change in the bedroom after my shower.

So as soon as I came from shower, I had to call Durgesh in a bid to help me out.

He then came and locked the bedroom door.

I quickly took off my old saree as Durgesh yanked my petticoat up and made me lean on the bed as he took me doggie style.

It was interesting how quick he got his Uncut Hindu Dick hard.

I pretty much cried in pain as he inserted his Uncut Hindu Dick into my Meccan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān  Pussy  as it was very dry.

He then smeared his saliva on to the rest of the Uncut Hindu Dick as I tried hard to generate some juices in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

He waited no long as he started to thrust his Uncut Hindu Cock into me as my pain slowly turned into lust.

It took almost six minutes for him to come but to me it felt like ages as people were knocking on the door to get ready soon.

Durgesh did not let go off me for another two minutes as I quickly hurried to wear my saree.

Durgesh quickly dressed back as I could not wear my panties before I was hurried to the room.

I could not even dress properly.

Glad it was a funeral!

While I was walking to the salat room, I could feel Durgesh’s and my juices dribbling down my thighs, as I was afraid they would trickle to my feet.

I tried my best to get my petticoat in contact with the juices as I entered and stood for my Salat.

I could feel my petticoat getting wet.

It was a great feeling mixed with kinkiness and guilt when I stood started praying salat for my hubby.

I had to confess to him in my heart but I managed to get some positive thoughts as said to him that it is his own adopted son’s Hindu semen that’s in my extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Vagina.

I also told him that a part of him is still enjoying my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

I also asked him to pardon me for cheating him with Shrinivas.

Chapter 21

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

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

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

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

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī 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

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. The everincreasing infinite lust

88. The women in my life

89. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

90.  A Deep Conflict-1

91. I’m never ashamed of it

92. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

93. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

94. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

95. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

96. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

97. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

98. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 6

99. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

100. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

101. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

102. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

103.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

104. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

105. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

106. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

107. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

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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

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. Saamved: Mantr 1

36. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

38. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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