Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 11

Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Durgesh Zāhidah Humāyūn

A slut?

As I drove home from work, I couldn’t help but thinking what awaited me.

My tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, wanted to talk to me tonight and I was gravely concerned since she had been feeling somewhat ill now.

I knew she had a doctor’s appointment this morning and I hoped that everything checked out all right.

I’d offered to accompany her to the Doctor’s clinic, but she laughed,

“Hey, I’m not that ill. Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ is your own Live in relationship Partner too. You are her senior partner in her Sex Therapies. How safer you want me to be anymore? I’m a big woman. I’m running a successful group of companies. Can’t I take care of myself even?”

I smiled,

“Sorry darling. I didn’t mean to interfere in your privacy, but—”

“I know. Actually I wanted to see some of my friends in the way.”

“I see.”

“What do you see?”

“Your friends are, perhaps you think, more beautiful than you are. And you are afraid of them that if I see them, they can snatch away me from you.”

“Nonsense.” Zāhidah Humāyūn laughed, “Naughty Hindu.”

“I want to see your friends too.”

“They are also in my age group.”

“So what?”

“You are nowadays interested in young Musalmān Beauties of twenty eight and even in teenagers.”Zāhidah Humāyūn teased me.

“Yes.” I smiled teasing her similarly, “But it’s better to have a change of taste in between.”

“Lāħaul vilā qoovat illā villāħ!”

I laughed.***

As I drove along the entrance ramp to get on the freeway I turned on the stereo in my Mercedes.

There was a great song on the radio so I turned up the volume to the point just before distortion.

I sang to myself along with the song as I sped along.

The wind blowing through my hair as my arm hung out the side window helped ease my mind as I boldly made my way home.

I pulled off the freeway and turned right.

I turned down the stereo, as there were emergency vehicles in front of a vacant house.

Several fire trucks and two ambulances lined the street while three police cruisers were in the front yard.

I drove past believing that whatever was going to happen tonight would pale in comparison to all of those red lights.

As I drove down my street, I saw my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn’s car in the driveway.

I pulled up alongside of her and parked as my mind began to set in.

I walked in through the front door and set my briefcase next to the coffee table as I walked into the kitchen.

I could hear the water running upstairs as I figured Zāhidah Humāyūn was taking a shower.

I walked up the soft carpeted stairs and then down the hallway to our bedroom.

I nudged the door open and stepped inside as I heard the water shut off.

I began to undress, as I wanted to take a shower to help me unwind.

I tossed my dirty work clothes into the hamper and waited for my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, to emerge.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened and Zāhidah Humāyūn walked into our room.

“Oh, you startled me,” my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, smiled as she looked at me, pulling the towel around her even tighter as if she was being modest.

“Are you all right?” I asked as I took a couple of steps toward her.

“Hey, go take a shower first, you naughty Hindu lover.” Zāhidah Humāyūn said as she stepped back from me.

I just smiled at her as she looked so beautiful wrapped in that royal blue towel.

I wanted to make love to her then and there.

But she was right.

I should have showered myself first.

Her hair was wet and pulled back.

Her ever-erect Pakistani Musalmān breasts were bulging and the bottom of the towel barely covered her awfully elegant firm perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān assets.

For a Moment, I became lost in her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān beauty.

“Go, please.” Zāhidah Humāyūn smiled as she tried to cover herself up even more, “And thanks for appreciating this old woman still now.”

“If you are old, so am I too.” I smiled too.

“Youuuu? I don’t think you’d ever age. The more you are ageing the more youth and lust for us Musalmān Beauties is radiating from you, the more you are bubbling with them.”

“Thank you. But perhaps you don’t think it’s similar with you too.”

“I’m flattered.”

“I’m flattered too.”

“No.” Zāhidah Humāyūn smiled, “You are flattering me. I’m not flattering you. What I’m telling you is the God’s truth. The more you are ageing, the more amazingly you are sparkling with never tired youth and ever-incredible lust for us Musalmān Beauties. You are satisfying even the teenagers, yaar, even more successfully than their boyfriends of their own age are. They are cheating their boyfriends for you. Allah Allah! I can’t believe it what I’m seeing with my own very eyes every day and night. It’s a mojajā, yaar, a miracle I’m watching so dazed and stunned myself.”

“Nonsense.”I smiled, “You are teasing and flattering me.”

“Don’t believe me,” Zāhidah Humāyūn sighed, “if you don’t want to. But even the Hindus are envying you.”

I winked at her my thanks once more, turned and walked into the bathroom completely naked.

I adjusted the water temperature and stepped into the tub.

As I showered, I couldn’t help but become aroused.

It has been about two months now since, I have fucked Zāhidah Humāyūn, and I was growing hornier and hornier for her day by day.

The only release that I have had was with Faraħ Taymūr since a month and a half ago.

Since then Faraħ Taymūr and I vowed to fuck each other for the rest of our lives every day whenever we get the opportunity.

Faraħ Taymūr admitted that she loved me ab initio.

I was the only man in her life.

I sighed.

“But, Faraħ Taymūr, my darling, you should never forget I can’t marry you.”

Faraħ Taymūr winked at me.

“It’s the same to be your Live in relationship Partner. Isn’t it?”

I laughed and pulled her on my warm Hindu lap.

I suddenly found myself standing under the pulsating water with a Hindu erection that was harder than steel.

I reached down, wrapped my hand around my hard member, and began to stroke lightly.

I reached down and pumped a handful of Zāhidah Humāyūn’s lotion into my hand before returning my hand to my Uncut Hindu Lund.

As I stood under the running water, I closed my eyes and imagined my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, standing before me wrapped in that royal blue towel.

I imagined walking up to her and pushing her onto her back on the bed.

I quickly rinsed off and shut the water off before stepping out of the tub.

I dried off and dressed quickly as I couldn’t wait to hear what Zāhidah Humāyūn had to tell me.

My sixth sense, however, told me the news wouldn’t be good.

I stepped out into the bedroom only to find myself alone.

I dressed, walked down to the kitchen, and found my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, supervising the making of dinner.

I figured that I wouldn’t pressure her so I decided to let her begin on her own accord.

I set the table for the two of us, as Faraħ Taymūr wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours yet.

The summer job she got caused her to work crazy hours.

Zāhidah Humāyūn and I sat down to eat.

The baggy sweat pants and the over sized tee shirt hid her gorgeous figure.

Not a word was spoken as we ate.

We only exchanged slight glances.

I couldn’t figure out what was bothering her.

I only prayed that it wasn’t something serious.

I got up to get the dessert from the counter.

Faraħ Taymūr brought home an awesome apple pie yesterday and I couldn’t wait to grab a piece.

I cut two pieces and placed them on plates.

I went to the refrigerator and got the can of whipped cream.

I piled the white fluffy cream high on top of my piece before I sank my fork into it.

Seeing that pile of whipped cream reminded me of a special evening that Zāhidah Humāyūn and I shared a few years back.

We finished eating and just sat there silently.

She made the first move, got up, and did the dishes.

I got up, went to the living room, and sat down on the sofa.

She quickly finished the dishes as the anticipation was beginning to kill her.

Zāhidah Humāyūn came into the living room and sat down next to me.

I pulled her on my lap.

“Thank you.”Zāhidah Humāyūn smiled.

Her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān bottom had filled my lap causing my Uncut Hindu Lund to rise between her exquisite excellent Pakistani Musalmān buttocks.

Zāhidah Humāyūn kissed my lips lovingly and gratefully.

“I’m proud of the fact that I can still cause you such a heavy Hindu erection as I’m enjoying now between my ageing buttocks.”

“Nonsense. Don’t spoil our lovemaking yaar. The amazing Pakistani Musalmān Beauty causing me such a heavy erection and lust, is ageing? It’s still bubbling youth and lust for me, both. And shut up. Don’t try to act humbler than necessary.”

“Yes, master.”

“Sālī.”

“You know, how lucky I am?”

“I don’t and I don’t care. Let me enjoy my own luck yaar.”

“You are the best lover a woman can ever dream of.”

“Thank you.”

Zāhidah Humāyūn was now kissing me aggressively, wildly and savagely.

At the same time, she was undressing me too gradually.

I started to undress her too.

As soon as we both were naked, we were kissing each other’s nude body.

Then Zāhidah Humāyūn looked into my eyes,

“Take me to our bed, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Please.”

I took her on my arms to our bed.

Zāhidah Humāyūn was kissing me in the meantime.

I put her on the bed.

She pulled me on the same and forced me to lie on my back.

Then nude Zāhidah Humāyūn mounted on nude me on my stomach facing my throbbing Uncut Hindu Prick.

Her gorgeous back was towards me.

I kissed her on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān buttocks.

Zāhidah Humāyūn thanked me kissing my Hindu cockhead, pumping my Hindu shaft, licking, kissing and swallowing it into her extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān mouth.

I grabbed her exquisite Pakistani Musalmān bottom and pulled her lower body as her ever tight ever alluring Pakistani Musalmān Cunt was on my lips.

I kissed her there.

A long and passionate Hindu kiss.

Zāhidah Humāyūn swallowed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Pakistani Musalmān mouth.

She started to suck me madly, grinding her Pakistani Musalmān Choot on my Hindu lips, simultaneously.

I was kissing her Pakistani Musalmān Cunt , buttocks, thighs, etcetera.

Zāhidah Humāyūn was sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund aggressively, wildly, savagely.

Her lust for me was increasing the more, the more she sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund.

It went on for as if hours.

Then I blasted my Hindu Vīrý into Zāhidah Humāyūn’s glorious Pakistani Musalmān mouth.

Zāhidah Humāyūn hungrily swallowed every drop of it, thanking me again and again.

I pulled her down.

She was happy very much.

I made Zāhidah Humāyūn to lie on her back now.

She put both her legs on my shoulders, pulling me on her, between her wide spread Pakistani Musalmān legs.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was throbbing at her Pakistani Musalmān Cunt.

Zāhidah Humāyūn grabbed mu Uncut Hindu Penis, played with it, and put its head between her ravenous Pakistani Musalmān labial lips.

Then Zāhidah Humāyūn winked at me.

“Wait.” I teased Zāhidah Humāyūn.

“No, push it into me.”

“Let me enjoy it’s there.”

“Let me enjoy it’s buried deepest into me.”

“Sure, we both want it, but let me enjoy it’s there first.”

“I’m dying to have it buried deepest into me.”

“Just a few minutes, yaar, please.”

“You are killing me.”

“Never, it’s all for you ever. I’m making you bubbling with life and bliss.”

“Allah, okay. Have your own way. Allah målūm how can you control yourself so much. Taymūr could never.”

“He pushed inside as soon as he was there?”

“My friends tell me their own husbands also did, and still do the same. Taymūr is not alone.”

“Faraħ Taymūr is Taymūr’s daughter?”

“Hey, what do you mean? You are the only man in my life except Taymūr. And I don’t need anyone now except you.”

I was playing with Zāhidah Humāyūn’s ever gorgeous, ever glorious, nude Pakistani Musalmān buttocks.

“Taymūr is very unlucky. He lost you to me forever.”

“Thank you.”Zāhidah Humāyūn looked at me gravely, “but Taymūr doesn’t think so.”

“What?”

“He thinks he’s grateful to you.”

“Grateful to me? Is he crazy?”

“No, he thinks I’m a slut.”

“What?”

“Taymūr thanks you that you helped him in getting rid of his slut Musalmān wife.”

Zāhidah Humāyūn.”

Zāhidah Humāyūn’s eyes were suddenly full of tears.

“Am I really a slut, Durgesh?”

“Nonsense.”

Dr. Taymūr Muħammad Åālam called me a slut.”

“Yes, you told me that.”

“Why did he call me a slut when I was not? How a woman, not even dreamt of ever anyone except her husband, can be a slut?”

“Dr. Taymūr Muħammad Åālam has admitted to me now, Zāhidah Humāyūn, that he said it in one of his intense weak moments.”

“But he never said sorry to me, for it. And he kept on repeating it.”

I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund in Zāhidah Humāyūn’s still amazingly tight Pakistani Musalmān Cunt.

I didn’t know how did they performed this miracle but most of my Musalmān Beauties still had their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts amazingly tight always around my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.

Kħadījah Muħammad had smiled cunningly when I asked her about it.

“Why are you interested in knowing the science behind it?” Kħadījah Muħammad had smiled teasing me, “It’s us women’s secret. You just enjoy it. Why do you want to know how we do it?”

I entered Zāhidah Humāyūn fully.

She was kissing and licking me wildly, madly and even savagely as I was entering her.

She raised her legs and wrapped them around my waist to pull me, more and more into her.

I started fucking Zāhidah Humāyūn slowly in the beginning but increasing my pace as the passion between us increased.

Dr. Taymūr Muħammad Åālam says once he said it, he just kept on repeating it. He has different sex ethics, Zāhidah Humāyūn.”

“Sex Ethics?” Zāhidah Humāyūn laughed ironically, “The bastard really has some sex ethics? I can’t believe you, Mérī Jān.”

Zāhidah Humāyūn, you know better. Every person has some Sex Ethics whatsoever it maybe.”

“He is a typical Feudal Pakistani. Even his education could not make him a human being.”

“Nonsense. He is Doctor of Arabic Islamic Literature, yaar.”

“I know. Yet he called me a slut, only because he was not competent to extinguish the fire between my legs. To hide his impotence, he called me a slut.”

“Oh, come on now. He says you were not made for him. You were made for me. It was an unfortunate blunder that you married him.”

“I married him? He was constantly proposing me. I said ‘yes’ ultimately.”

I fucked Zāhidah Humāyūn the rest of the night nonstop in so many different sex positions.

Content with the wild and savage fucking, she loved very much, Zāhidah Humāyūn slept under me ultimately.

She had wrapped her extremely beautiful legs around my waist once again.

She refused to let me take out my Uncut Hindu Penis out.

It was still buried entirely into her Pakistani Musalmān Cunt that was still gripping it ravenously.

After even almost twenty years of our Live in relationship, wasn’t it great that we both were still so crazy for each other?***

I walked quietly down the hall to Faraħ Taymūr ‘s closed door.

I could hear her television on in her room so I knew she was still awake.

I paused for a Moment and asked Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā  to give me strength before lightly knocking on her door.

“Come in,” Faraħ Taymūr said.

I turned the brass doorknob and slowly pushed the door open.

I smiled at Faraħ Taymūr.

She looked so much like her Ammī that it gave me mixed emotions.

I walked in and closed the door half way.

Faraħ Taymūr was sitting on her bed with one foot tucked under her while she leaned forward and painted her toenails on her other foot.

“Do you like the color, Durgesh darling?” Faraħ Taymūr asked as she stroked the tiny brush across her well-manicured nails.

“Yeah, it’s pretty, just like you,” I smiled as I tried to remain upbeat.

“Come blow on them to help them dry quicker,” Faraħ Taymūr said.

I dropped to my knees and lowered my face to her foot.

I blew lightly on her toes as she asked.

When I glanced up to see if I was doing it, right I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Faraħ Taymūr’s robe was parted up to her knee and I could see her completely naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot.

I was alert, thrilled and excited.

I continued to stare at her slightly swollen Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot as I blew on her wet toenails.

She did not want me actually to blow her toenails.

Faraħ Taymūr wanted to show me her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot actually, offering it to me now again.

It was more than obvious Faraħ Taymūr missed me very much at night when I was fucking her Ammī, MNC Wonder of Pakistan, Zāhidah Humāyūn.

I could see every detail, every delicate crease and fold.

Her lips were slightly swollen and parted.

Her bush was still perfectly trimmed as it was that one special day a month and a half ago.

As I glanced up to look into her eyes, I couldn’t believe what I saw.

Her robe was flipped open to one side allowing me to see her soft breast as it hung down before me.

I blew on Faraħ Taymūr’s toes one last time before standing up.

I sat on the bed next to her as she put the tiny brush back into the bottle of polish.

“What’s up Durgesh?” Faraħ Taymūr asked.

I smiled.

I knew what she wanted to know.

Did her Ammī, MNC Wonder of Pakistan, Zāhidah Humāyūn, had any suspicion about Faraħ Taymūr’s relationship with me?

The answer was ‘No’.

But I wanted to tease Faraħ Taymūr.

Didn’t Faraħ Taymūr tease me?

I knew one thing for sure; Faraħ Taymūr knew there was something wrong.

But she didn’t know it was something about Zāhidah Humāyūn’s own past.

She was so haunted by it that even her Live in relationship with me, as long as twenty years of wild, mad and savage sex, Zāhidah Humāyūn died for madly, and always received from me without even a single exception, couldn’t make her forget it.

“What’s wrong Durgesh darling?” Faraħ Taymūr asked as she saw my grave face.

Suddenly Faraħ Taymūr broke down.

Faraħ Taymūr put my face in her hands.

“What is it Durgesh darling?” Faraħ Taymūr asked as she put her arms around me.

I was grave but yet at the same time so very turned on.

I was careful that Faraħ Taymūr wouldn’t see the bulge in my pants or better yet, brush against it and feel it.

“It’s gonna be OK Durgesh darling, what’s wrong?” Faraħ Taymūr asked again as she pulled me into her.

The feel of her soft exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān body clad only in a soft satin robe caused my Hindu male body to react one way while my mind reacted another.

My body was yearning for sex.

Great!

What unique hyper sexuality I had.

I had fucked her Ammī, Zāhidah Humāyūn, not only whole night, but she was still aggressive on me when she awoke.

She fucked me aggressively, being on my top now, whole day again.

I let Zāhidah Humāyūn fuck me as much as she wanted.

She needed sex so wild, mad and savage.

It was the reason why Dr. Taymūr Muħammad Åālam called her slut.

Dr. Taymūr Muħammad Åālam was not capable to provide Zāhidah Humāyūn what I could.

The civilized alternate was simply to accept the cold and hard truth and divorce each other.

They both were very good persons.

They thought they’d make a perfect and successful couple.

The mistake was, they didn’t know their sexual needs were so opposite.

Dr. Taymūr Muħammad Åālam loved least sex.

Zāhidah Humāyūn loved as much as she could get.

It was exactly opposite of what Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and I were.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD wanted least sex.

I needed it as much as I can get.

Yet, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD was adamant to marry me.

She loved me in her own way.

Faraħ Taymūr leaned her head on my shoulder.

She adjusted her position and before I knew it, she had my head pressed against her ever-erect Pakistani Musalmān breasts.

“Shhhhhh…” Faraħ Taymūr said as she gently rocked me while she rubbed my back.

“Tell me what’s wrong, my darling.” Faraħ Taymūr said softly as she now stroked my hair with her soft fingers.

I sniffled and coughed for a Moment.

I tried to compose myself, as I was so damned aroused.

I took a deep breath as I lifted my head off Faraħ Taymūr’s chest and looked into her eyes.

“I have some bad news, but not what you are afraid of.” I said softly as I noticed that the lava lamp she had on her nightstand was plugged in.

“What is it Durgesh darling?” Faraħ Taymūr asked as she slid her hands on top of mine and squeezed.”You can tell me,” Faraħ Taymūr said as I could see the tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

I took a deep breath.

I cleared my throat and squeezed her warm soft hands as I decided to just come out and tell her.

“Your Ammī still can’t forget how your Abbū, Dr. Taymūr Muħammad Åālam, misbehaved with her twenty years ago,” I said as I fought to control myself very hard.

Faraħ Taymūr had a stunned and confused look on her face.

She just stared into my eyes as I watched tears trickle out of both of her beautiful green eyes.

“No,” she said softly as she squeezed my shaking hands.”No Durgesh darling,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she bit her bottom lip and tilted her head to the side.

I nodded my head gravely as she broke into a heavy sob.

“Yes, my darling. I’m sorry to break the news to you.”

I reached out and pulled Faraħ Taymūr into me as she reached out and held onto my shoulders.

“I’m so sorry baby,” I said as I rubbed Faraħ Taymūr’s back through the soft satin robe she was wearing.

Faraħ Taymūr continued to cry as her head remained against my chest.

“So, I still can’t have both my parents simultaneously? Even the Durgesh has failed to bring them together?”

“You have to wait somewhat more, darling. I’ve promised you. I would bring them together.”

“Abbū would live with us?”Faraħ Taymūr looked at me incredulously.

“Sure, have faith in me.”

“You surrendered to a sixty two years old Hindu only because you wanted to bring your parents together, Faraħ Taymūr?”

“Shouldn’t I? What’s wrong in it if I want my Abbū happy too, living with us?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is still trying the same, Faraħ Taymūr. But even she hasn’t succeeded yet.”

“Yet you promise me you would bring my parents together?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Both the cases are not similar.”

“How?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan hates her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, for deserting her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan. You don’t.”

I could feel her tears soaking my shirt as time went by.

Her body heat radiated off her like a furnace as she sobbed and sobbed.

Slowly, Faraħ Taymūr looked up.

She pulled her head back and wiped her tears from her eyes.

“Why Durgesh darling?” she asked she tilted her head and bit her bottom lip, forcing yet another tear to run down her cheek, “Why can’t I have the love of both my parents simultaneously? I don’t know what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wants, neither have I damned care. Why should I? But I know very well what I myself want.”

“The problem is, Faraħ Taymūr that, your parents have exactly opposite sex ethics. They were not made for each other. It was a great mistake they married each other and gave birth to you. “I said as she lowered her head back to my chest.

She began to sob again lightly as she held onto me.

“I’m not talking of their damn sex ethics, Durgesh. I’m talking of their parental love for me.”

“I tried my best to explain it to both of them. None is ready to live with the other.”

“Not for me even? Not for their own daughter even? I’m not asking to live them as husband and wife anymore. That’s their personal matter. I’m asking them to live as my father and mother, my Abbū and Ammī. They are my Abbū and Ammī. Aren’t they? What is more I’m asking for from them?”

I continued to rub her back as I tried to tame the growing rage between my legs.

“Did they categorically refuse?” Faraħ Taymūr asked as she pressed her face firmly into my chest.

“No sweetie,” I said as I rocked her gently in my arms.

Suddenly she slowly raised her head from my chest.

She wiped the tears from her face as she stared deeply into my eyes.

“Yā Allaaaaah! Oh My God Durgesh darling, do you think they found out about what we do on her back?” Faraħ Taymūr asked as a look of fear was now in her eyes.

Shaking my head no, I softly said,

“I don’t think so.”

Faraħ Taymūr slowly rolled off me and curled into the fetal position on her bed.

She continued to cry as I reached over and pulled a couple of tissues out of the tissue box for her.

I placed the soft material in her hands before pulling the comforter over her.

I leaned down and kissed her lightly on top of her head.

Finally, we fell asleep.

 

Faraħ Taymūr said as I could feel her shaking me lightly.

“Durgesh darling wake up,”

I was in a fog as I tried to wake completely up.

I opened my eyes and saw Faraħ Taymūr kneeling at the side of the sofa.

“Wake up Durgesh darling, you’re gonna be late for work,” she said as she shook me harder.

“I’m up,” I said as I pulled myself up to a sitting position.

Faraħ Taymūr stood up and sat next to me on the sofa still wearing that red satin robe.

As she sat there, her robe parted up past her knee exposing her incredibly sexy legs.

“Are you OK?” she asked as she rubbed my back lightly.

“Yeah,” I said as I remembered that my tremendously stunning Live in relationship Partner, Zāhidah Humāyūn, was sleeping in her bedroom alone.

I sighed.

She had to now.

I had to sleep with the Ammī and daughter alternatively, till Faraħ Taymūr doesn’t agree to tell the truth to her Ammī, MNC Wonder of Pakistan, Zāhidah Humāyūn.

It was natural for her that she was ashamed of herself she didn’t tell her Ammī before surrendering to me.

But she couldn’t help it.

She was so anxious to have sex with me; Faraħ Taymūr couldn’t wait to get her Ammī’s approval first.

Moreover, she was already twenty-eight.

Wasn’t she herself a grown up young Musalmān woman now?

“What time is it?” I asked as I tried to make out the time on the tiny digital clock on the DVD player.

“Almost seven thirty,” Faraħ Taymūr said as she crossed her leg, exposing her top leg clear up to mid thigh.

“How about you honey, are you going to be OK today?” I asked as I slowly stood up.

There was a long sigh before Faraħ Taymūr said,

“Yeah Durgesh darling, I’ll be OK, I’m going to stay home from work today. I’m worried about you,” she said as she sat there bouncing her leg up and down while she looked up at me.

The sight of her completely bare leg and foot caused my heart rate to increase as I watched her just sitting there.

Her long slender toes looked magnificent as they were freshly painted last night.

Her long tanned legs looked so much like her Ammī’s that I suddenly began to think about Zāhidah Humāyūn.

“Oh, I’ll be all right,” I said as I turned around and walked toward the stairs.

I began to climb the stairs when Faraħ Taymūr said,

“We can spend a nice quiet evening together tonight again, Durgesh darling.”

I paused and turned, looking down at lovely Faraħ Taymūr as she sat there on the sofa.

I still couldn’t believe how much like her Ammī she looked like.

“That sounds wonderful,” I said as I turned and climbed to the top of the stairs.

I didn’t tell her tonight was her Ammī’s turn.

Well, I’d try to manage both.

I went, showered and dressed before walking out of the house.

I drove to work and entered my Chamber.

Chapter 12


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