Åāyeshah Ħabīb’s dream man-1Posted: July 17, 2010
Åāyeshah Ħabīb’s dream man-1
Åāyeshah Ħabīb and Raħmān Muħammad had married each other nearly two years back, and everything was great.
One morning they were just waking up when Åāyeshah Ħabīb said that she had a strange dream.
It started everything.
She did not say that she dreamt of his illegal brother in law and friend, me.
It was deliberate.
Raħmān Muħammad asked her about it and she said that she dreamed about someone from work.
It was half truth actually.
She not only worked with me.
I was the actual husband of her beautiful nanad begums also, though they were not married to me.
That caught Raħmān Muħammad’s attention.
“You mean a guy? Is it somebody you know?”
“It was a guy from work. I don’t really know him; he is just someone I see at the office, occasionally.”
Even through his sleepy eyes, Raħmān Muħammad could see Åāyeshah Ħabīb was blushing.
But he could not notice that his beautiful wife was not only blushing, she was telling a lie to him as well that she did not know me.
Was it deliberate?
She knew me very well.
“And what were you up to in the dream?”
“Nothing, just talking …I don’t remember much…”
“What’s his name?”
Raħmān Muħammad could see that his wife Åāyeshah Ħabīb didn’t want to say any more so he teased her a little.
“Did you ever dream of Durgesh before?”
“No. That’s what made it so strange.”
Raħmān Muħammad teased her for a little while longer.
Then he got into the shower.
By the time, he finished his breakfast, he had pushed Åāyeshah Ħabīb’s dream out of his mind and replaced it with thoughts about work.
The subject of Åāyeshah Ħabīb’s dream didn’t come up again, until several days later.
Raħmān Muħammad was having lunch with me, a buyer for one of the studios Raħmān Muħammad serviced.
I was quite the Muslim ladies’ Hindu man.
It seemed to Raħmān Muħammad that I was always talking about a new Muslim woman in my life.
That day at lunch, I started to tell Raħmān Muħammad about a dream I had.
When I finished, Raħmān mentioned about his wife’s dream expecting to get a laugh out of it.
When Raħmān finished the story, I said,
Raħmān Muħammad was alert.
He asked what I meant.
“When I have a dream about someone, it’s because I am sexually attracted to that Musalmān beauty. Every time I wake up after a dream like that, I can’t get the Musalmān beauty in the dream out of my mind.
Raħmān Muħammad was getting somewhat little angry with me.
All right, I was his actual Jeejaji, but even then I must have some respect for him and his wife.
He didn’t like me talking about his wife, Åāyeshah Ħabīb; that way, but he felt a certain truth in what I said.
Raħmān Muħammad had had dreams like that and he knew when he woke up he could not get the person out of his head for a while.
As he got up from the table to go back to work, I said,
“Remember what I said. She wants him. That’s why she dreamed about him. You better keep an eye on her. They say I’m a specialist in Musalmān Beauties. I think I know their psychology even more than they are themselves aware of.”
That pissed Raħmān Muħammad off.
“Åāyeshah Ħabīb’s not like that. She would never cheat on me.”
“I hope you’re right.” I replied gravely.
I was not only his friend.
Raħmān Muħammad knew very well that even all of his married sisters did love me more than their own Muslim husbands.
He knew that one after another, all of them had blackmailed me to fuck them, to the extent, that I did not have another option.
He remembered my objection to his eldest sister, Nauheed Muħammad,
“Leave it, Bājī! What are you doing? You should not grab me there.”
Raħmān Muħammad could not believe on his very eyes.
Nauheed Bājī had come yesterday from her Sasurāl.
She did not come to their house.
“You have to live here with me, till I’m here.” Nauheed Bājī had ordered me.
Raħmān Muħammad had laughed.
“Don’t let him go, Bājī!” he confirmed her, “Since you have gone, he has stopped to live here at nights.”
“It’s not true, Bājī!” I smiled, “The sālā is lying.”
“If I’m your sālā , Nauheed Bājī is your wife.”
Nauheed Muħammad laughed.
“Nonsense, Raħmān Muħammad! You should be ashamed of yourself.” I rebuked Raħmān Muħammad.
Nauheed Muħammad was laughing,
“Why Raħmān should be ashamed of himself? What’s wrong there? If he is your sālā , why not I’m your wife?”
“If you are my wife, Bājī, why don’t you live with me? Why do you live with that idiot Åbdullah Imām?”
“Because that idiot Åbdullah Imām loves me and you don’t.” Nauheed Muħammad Bājī winked at me.
It was not anything new.
She always teased me acting my wife even before her marriage.
It was to the extent that she had instructed her younger sisters to call me ‘Jeejū!’.
Whenever I called Raħmān Muħammad my sālā , out of friendship, Nauheed Muħammad always started to act my wife.
Even her father, Muħammad Yāqūb Māmūjān, and her Ammī, Åābidah Sultān Mumānījān; laughed at it,
“Mumānījān, she is a damnfool.”
“She is a PhD.”
“It does not make any difference. She thinks every beautiful Musalmān girl sleeps with me. Nonsense!”
Nauheed Muħammad winked at me,
“What’s wrong with that? Don’t we sleep together?”
“Nauheed Bājī, you know what I mean. She does not mean ‘sleeping’ as we do since our childhood. She means undressed, like husband and wife.”
Mumānījān Åābidah Sultān looked at me with very ambitious eyes.
“Durgesh beta! How much I wanted you to marry our Nauheed.”
Raħmān Muħammad put her hand on her Ammī’s shoulder,
When Raħmān Muħammad got back to his office, he kept thinking about what I had said.
He couldn’t believe that Åāyeshah Ħabīb would be sexually interested in another man.
Then why can’t his own wife Åāyeshah Ħabīb?
Then why can’t his own wife Åāyeshah Ħabīb?
If she wasn’t interested why did she dream about him?
Then the answer hit him.
The times he had dreams like that he would wake up aroused by the dream, but he never pursued any of the Muslim girls he dreamed about.
Usually once, he was fully awake, he would forget about dream.
He decided that this was the case with Åāyeshah Ħabīb.
That evening as Raħmān Muħammad was with Åāyeshah Ħabīb watching TV, he suddenly thought of her dream.
He looked at her face and asked her,
“Have you had any more nasty dreams lately?”
Åāyeshah Ħabīb looked puzzled,
“What nasty dreams?”
“Like the one you had about Durgesh.”
“What? Are you still thinking about that? I had forgotten all about it. No, I haven’t had any more dreams about. Anyway, there was nothing nasty about it. Why do you ask?”
“Just curious. What do you think of Durgesh?”
“Oh I get it.” Åāyeshah Ħabīb smiled, “You’re jealous. Well you don’t have anything to be jealous about. I have no interest in Durgesh.”
“You know what dreams are like. There are lots of times I see people in a dream and when I wake up I can’t figure out why I dreamed about them.”
Åāyeshah Ħabīb kissed Raħmān Muħammad and said,
“You don’t have anything to worry about. You know I would never cheat on you. If you really want to know, Durgesh is in his forties, he’s shorter than me, and he weighs about 170 pounds. Moreover, he is a Hindu. He is not my type at all. He is the sexiest Hindu I’ve seen ever. He is only your friend to me. Nothing else.”
Raħmān Muħammad felt much better.
Not just because he wasn’t an Adonis, but because Åāyeshah Ħabīb never had lied to him and if she promised that, she would never cheat on him, he believed her.
Raħmān Muħammad was able to put the whole thing out on his mind for the next couple of weeks.
That’s when Åāyeshah Ħabīb was promoted and got her own office.
Åāyeshah Ħabīb called Raħmān Muħammad from work to tell him the good news and insisted that they go out to dinner to celebrate.
She told him to come over to see her new office then they would go out to dinner.
Although Raħmān Muħammad had been in Åāyeshah Ħabīb’s building many times over the last few years he had never been on the fifth floor where her new office was located.
When he got off the elevator, he was in the center of a large open area filled cubicles made with modular furniture.
The walls of the cubicles were about five feet high so one couldn’t see who was in them.
The managers and supervisors offices were along the outside walls of the building. Åāyeshah Ħabīb’s new office was in the back right hand side of the building next to the corner office.
As Raħmān Muħammad walked down a passageway between rows of cubicles, one of the name tags caught his eye.
Raħmān Muħammad wasn’t consciously looking at the nametags but name ‘Durgesh‘ just jumped out at him.
Raħmān Muħammad backed up and looked in at the man sitting the cubicle.
I had my back to him and was on the phone.
Although Raħmān Muħammad didn’t want me to turn around and see me he couldn’t seem to make himself move and before he could recover his composure I put the phone down, glanced up and asked if I could help him.
Raħmān Muħammad stammered for a second and managed to say,
“I just saw you here and stopped.”
“Come on, sālé!” I laughed, “Don’t try to act so formal. We are childhood friends.”
Raħmān Muħammad was very disturbed as he walked away.
He had noticed once again that I was quite handsome, very athletic looking, had a full head of dark hair and couldn’t be much more than 30 years old.
When Raħmān Muħammad got to Åāyeshah Ħabīb’s office, he was confused and a little angry.
When he walked into her office, he lost most of his anger.
Åāyeshah Ħabīb was genuinely happy to see Raħmān Muħammad and he just couldn’t stay mad.
She was so excited about her promotion and her new office.
“Look, come here and look at this.” she was pointing at the window behind her desk.
Then she opened the blinds revealing a great view of the city, Jabalpur.
“What do you think of that?”
Her excitement was contagious.
Raħmān Muħammad told her he thought it was a great view and that he was very much proud of her.
Then Raħmān sat in one of the chairs in front of her desk.
She told him about her new duties and how much more she would be making.
After twenty minutes of chit chat, they left to go to dinner.
As they started down on the elevator, Raħmān casually mentioned that he had seen Durgesh there.
Åāyeshah Ħabīb caught his meaning immediately and she actually laughed.
“i guess he didn’t look like I described him. Did he?”
“Not exactly. And he is my friend. I knew you were lying.”
“You know why, don’t you?”
“I guess so. You thought I would be jealous so you wanted to put my mind at ease.”
“Well, what would you have thought if I described him as he really is?”
“I guess I see your point.” and Raħmān Muħammad did.
Åāyeshah Ħabīb’s demeanor told him that she had nothing to hide and Raħmān should stop worrying about Durgesh except that Raħmān Muħammad owed it to himself to be rude to him if he ever got the chance.
Only because his sisters fuck Durgesh, he should not doubt his wife also that she too wants to fuck Durgesh.
The rest of the evening was very pleasant and they ended the night by making love slowly.
After we had completed our business, we sat talking over coffee.
Unexpected, I asked,
“What happened with your wife and that guy she had the dream about?”
Before I could, respond Kħadeejah Muħammad had jumped into the conversation,
“What this about? It sounds juicy.”
Raħmān Muħammad said,
Kħadeejah Muħammad looked disappointed and asked,
Raħmān Muħammad was going to say it was nothing and leave it at that but I told Kħadeejah Muħammad the whole story.
Kħadeejah Muħammad seemed to enjoy really listening to the story and when I was done; Kħadeejah Muħammad turned to Raħmān Muħammad and asked,
“And you don’t think there is a problem with this man?”
Raħmān Muħammad knew that Kħadeejah Muħammad didn’t mean any disrespect for him or Åāyeshah Ħabīb.
She just saw this as an interesting story and she wanted to know more.
So thinking that none of this was important, Raħmān Muħammad told them about how Åāyeshah Ħabīb had described me falsely.
Then Raħmān Muħammad told us that Åāyeshah Ħabīb told him why she lied about him.
When Raħmān Muħammad was done I smiled and said,
“You can’t be that foolish. Your wife lies about what I look like and that doesn’t bother you? You need to find out what is really going on there?”
Raħmān Muħammad said,
“There’s nothing going on. Åāyeshah Ħabīb doesn’t know you well, and I am sure if she ever met you in solitude, she wouldn’t like you.”
“How can you know that?”
Raħmān Muħammad was getting annoyed with me again,
“I know because I know my wife Åāyeshah Ħabīb.”
As Raħmān Muħammad was staring at me, he heard Kħadeejah Muħammad say something but wasn’t sure what.
He turned and asked me what she said.
Kħadeejah Muħammad said,
Raħmān Muħammad said,
“There would be nothing to watch because there is nothing to see and even if my wife was interested in this guy, she sure as hell wouldn’t do anything with me around.”
“Well, then you shouldn’t be around.” I responded.
Then Kħadeejah Muħammad said,
“Right. You need to get them together somewhere that you can watch them without her knowing.”
Raħmān Muħammad was getting pissed now.
“I don’t need to spy on my wife because there is nothing to spy on.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad and I backed off after that.
“You know best, it’s your marriage. I said you what I said, for everyone suspects me, if there Musalmān Beauties are involved. Your wife Åāyeshah Ħabīb is also beautiful, Raħmān!”
That was the end of the conversation.
As Raħmān Muħammad drove back to his office he thought about what Kħadeejah Muħammad and I had said to him and although he didn’t agree with our assessment of the situation he was curious about how Åāyeshah Ħabīb would act if she were in a social situation with me and Raħmān Muħammad wasn’t there.
Even his every sister acted different when in public and when alone with Durgesh.
She made Durgesh to fuck her eventually.
He himself had seen that she tore Durgesh’s every cloth.
Mounting herself, zeroing every resistance from Durgesh, she adjusted, positioned, Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis between her labial lips and then she gritted through her teeth,
“Fuck me, as you fucked me in childhood.”
“Sālī! I never fucked you. You fucked me in childhood. Go ahead and fuck me even now if you want to deceive your religious innocent husband, Åbdullāh Imām.”
Nauheed Muħammad Bājī were furious,
“He is not innocent. The damnfool fucks me always in absolute darkness.”
“Durgesh! Meri Jān! Mere Hindu Piyā! I can’t live without your Uncut Hindu Penis into my Årab Muslimah Cunt. I need it there. I need it there. Why don’t you understand? Hindu monster, I’m still your responsibility. That damnfool Åbdullāh Imām is not even your shadow.”
“Starved?” I smiled.
“Ravenous. Now fuck me, you idiot!”
What a great difference in their behavior in solitude and in public!
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