Midterm 2012: 28

Midterm  2012

Durgesh

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Chapter 28

Durgesh Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid

Durgesh Padminī Bhārgav

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

At the age of 49, Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh felt that he had reached a certain degree of success in both his professional and personal life.

He had worked diligently throughout his academic and business careers to be in the position he now was.

He had put the failures of his past love life far behind him, and he was now going on his 14th year with this corporation.

Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh had provided his beautiful wife of 14 years with a beautiful 5-bedroom home in the burbs and all the luxuries that his six-figure salary could afford.

$ 9, 99, 999 was a nice salary.

Only one more dollar had put him in seven-figure salary slot.

Yes, he was not the multi zillionaire Durgesh.

But Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh was not sure how much of the multi zillionaire Durgesh himself owned.

It was said even most of Durgesh’s women were zillionaires.

Durgesh’s own younger brothers were also said to be zillionaires.

But there was also a rumor that they were Posthumans.

He was worried about his extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

There were some medical expert friends of Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh.

They suspected even his Musalmān houseladies would be evolved gradually into Posthumans.

“They are constantly having sex with a parahuman.”

“Parahuman?” Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh asked, “But you said Durgesh is a Posthuman.”

Parahuman is the ultimate evolution of a Posthuman.” Padminī Bhārgav said patiently.

“Stop it Dīdī.” Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh could not bear it any more.

He didn’t know Padminī Bhārgav personally.

But his parents told him that so many of his Abbū’s sisters were maintaining their Live in Relationship with Hindus.

Padminī Bhārgav was one of his Phūphī’s daughters.

He also had a relatively large nest egg saved from the first 12 and half years of his career following college. He had invested wisely.

For Muħammad, things were seemingly perfect.

His 38-year-old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān extremely stunning wife, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid, was a strikingly-beautiful blonde of 5′ 6″ and 122 lbs. with an impressive 34DD-23-35 figure.

She looked 10 years younger than her age, and still turned many heads.

Twenty eight years old that meant.

The only thing missing in her life was a child, which Muħammad was unable to provide.

But, he was optimistic that this could still happen someday, and everything else was going well.

Things hadn’t always gone so smoothly for the tall, timid and noticeably “geeky” Muħammad.

Throughout high school, he was never successful with the girls, dating no more than once or twice.

He noticed that he was not alone who was unsuccessful with the girls.

Most of the Musalmīn were similarly avoided by even Musalmān Beauties.

The only satisfaction to him and his other Musalmīn friends was that the Brāhmañ boys were similarly avoided by most of the Brāhmañ Beauties.

He didn’t know why it was so, but he noticed that most of the Musalmān Beauties not only preferred Hindu boys but they, themselves, tried on their own accord, to get Hindu boys hard.

Once he overheard his parents talking,

“Until and unless we Musalmīn don’t join the mainstream you Musalmān Beauties are bound to try your best to get some Hindu lover for you, Āmnah.”

“Nonsense.” His Ammī admonished his Abbū, “I know you doubt that Muħammad is not your son.”

“I can’t blame you, Āmnah.”

Muħammad was startled.

His Abbū, Åbdullah Hāshmī, was not his real father?

Then who was?

His Abbū, Åbdullah Hāshmī, went on to say,

“After we Musalmīn, the Brāhmañs are not brilliant enough not to demand impractical morals from their women. That’s why the Brāhmañ Beauties crave for Bachhalyās. The Savarñās prefer more practical Shūdr, Dalit, Hindus.”

Muħammad’s Ammī, Saiyadah Āmnah, smiled triumphantly,

“Only the Brāhmañs and Savarñ Hindus are not responsible for it. The Brāhmañ Beauties and Savarñ Beauties are also colder in their sex drive than we Musalmān Beauties.”

Muħammad’s Abbū, Åbdullah Hāshmī, was suddenly all alert,

“What do you mean? You Musalmān Beauties are also responsible for your Uncut Hindu Lund addiction?”

“I didn’t say that.” Saiyadah Āmnah smiled sympathetically, “Sorry, I can’t give you that relief.”

“Muħammad’s real father is Shrīkānt Joshī, the Commissioner of Police?”

Saiyadah Āmnah looked at Åbdullah Hāshmī gravely,

“I had to do it, Åbdullah Hāshmī. He had every proof that you are involved in terrorism.”

“That’s a rotten lie.” Åbdullah Hāshmī said furiously.

“Can you deny that Saůūdī Årab is not interested in spreading Islam in India?”

“Not through terrorism.”

“How do you know?”***

Padminī Bhārgav was brilliantly successful in hiding her true identity from the Musalmān Beauties that she was a Posthuman.

She was all praise for me too.

I had successfully established my Sex Empire with most Musalmān Beauties.

Yet there was nobody who ever even suspected my Poshumanity, or to be correct to the precision, my Parahumanity.

There were too many evidences that I was not a normal human being.

I was a Hindu yet I was abnormally successful with Musalmān Beauties.

I was a multi zillionaire and so many persons suspected that I was actually the ever-richest man in the entire human history until now.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had watched Padminī Bhārgav with extraordinary interest.

“Yes, please, what can I do for you?”

Padminī Bhārgav smiled.

She had studied Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan adroitly.

“I don’t think it would be good to any of us to talk here.” Padminī Bhārgav smiled.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched Padminī Bhārgav scrutinizing her.

I was opposing Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan nowadays that she was replacing my mature Musalmān Live in Relationship Partners with her Jet Musalmān Beauties deliberately.

My Brāhmañ Live in Relationship Partners were more devoted to me rather than being devoted to themselves even.

They believed in Satītv and Pātivratý more than they believed in their religion or anything else.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was shrewd enough to understand how dangerous my Brāhmañ Live in Relationship Partners could be to her movement Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh in association with me.

“Very well,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Padminī Bhārgav, “Come with me, please.”

As soon as both of them were alone and the Ashvinātam EV door was closed with all the safety arrangements in action, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan addressed Padminī Bhārgav curtly,

“What are you doing here?”

Kħātūn-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā,” Padminī Bhārgav smiled cunningly, “a Parahuman, living here as an ordinary human being? Isn’t it interesting?”***

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled patronizingly,

“Want to blackmail me, Padminī Bhārgav, the Lifetime President of Infinite BrāhmKalp Movement?”

Padminī Bhārgav kept smiling,

“Bājī, do I look that stupid?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

She watched Padminī Bhārgav with almost infinite appreciation,

“No. You are one of the shrewdest Brāhmañ Beauties I always appreciated.”

“Thank you, Bājī. I am honored.”

“Why did you come here?”

“I need your help and patronizing, Bājī.”

“Here? In this homewhen?”

“That’s why I had to come here. You can understand, Bājī.”

“I see.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched Padminī Bhārgav astutely.

“Is Ammī Nafīsah Salmān, Ummil Åālmīn, Kħadījah Al Kubrah?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed,

“Yes and no.”

“I couldn’t understand, Bājī.”

“Acknowledge your defeat?”

“Bājī, you are always too smart for me.” Padminī Bhārgav smiled, “I’m ashamed of myself for it.”

“Don’t be. We don’t have any conflicting interests. Do we?”

“Hell, never.” Padminī Bhārgav smiled confidently.

“You are a Posthuman yourself, Padminī Bhārgav. You can understand us Parahumans’ problems, at least somewhat, if not fully.”

“Somewhat, yes, Bājī. Fully, no. Sorry.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled reassuring Padminī Bhārgav,

“One day you also would be a Parahuman.”

“I hope so, Bājī, thank you.”

“My pleasure. Don’t mention it.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “Having some problem with our ever benevolent to all, Dvij Hindu husband, Durgesh, the Ultimate Parahuman?”

Padminī Bhārgav smiled,

“How did you know?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed,

“We, all of us, his infinite wives, whether Musalmān Beauties or Brāhmañ Beauties or else, always do have problems with our own Hindu husband, none else.”

Padminī Bhārgav laughed too.

“You are right, Bājī. But why is it so?”

Volume 2: Kħātūn-e-Jannat

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


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