KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 18

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

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Chapter 18

Durgesh Kħadījah Muħammad

Durgesh Shaguftah Rashīd

Durgesh ACP Suraiyā Jamāl

Disconnecting the mobile, I pushed back my chair.

I got to my feet.

I stood keeping Kħadījah Muħammad on her knees and elbows.

I also stood on my knees behind her still gorgeous, still amazingly glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān bottom.

“This thing’s goofy, ludicrous, absurd, Kħadījah Muħammad, Mérī Jān.” I pushed my extremely hardened Uncut Hindu Lund into Kħadījah Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to the hilt, “I don’t think the police are going to do anything.”

Kħadījah Muħammad squeezed the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Cock contracting her vaginal muscles skillfully.

She enjoyed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt still now very much.

I loved her so much I didn’t love even my legal wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD.

I couldn’t help it.

Kħadījah Muħammad was hyper sexual herself as I was.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD wanted least sex.

She loved and married me not for my sexual prowess.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD loved and married me for my ‘exclusive unlimited humanity’ and my devotion to upraise the Muslimahs.

“You mean Muħammad Åbdullah…”

“No, no. He’ll certainly do his best. But his police…well, of course, they may find Shaguftah Rashīd in the voter’s register. Think back on that conversation. See if you can…”

“Wait a minute.” Kħadījah Muħammad abruptly said, “She was calling from Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club alright. I could hear the male voices talking of their Stavans, Ved and Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā. The female voices were referring to Allah Måshā Allah Subħān Allah every now and then. And there were the melodious sweet sounds of consummating sex.”

“Very good.”

Kħadījah Muħammad went on.

“I could hear the sound of an orchestra too. It… wait a minute now. Don’t fuck me so excitedly. Just push your Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to the hilt and stop keeping it fully embedded there. No pulling out. Not even a bit. Let me concentrate, please.”

“Sālī,” I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as she requested and kept it there fully embedded to the hilt, “you Musalmān Beauties require my Uncut Hindu Lund fully embedded into your Musalmān Choot so that you may concentrate?”

Kħadījah Muħammad winked at me.

“That’s right, any objection?”

Kħadījah Muħammad.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan also concentrates in this way, doesn’t she?”

“She is crazy to imitate you.” I retorted, “You are her role model. Everything whatsoever you have done with me, she is also doing blindly.”

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.

“I’m proud of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Durgesh. I love her.”

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD too loves her, but…”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has done successfully what we both, your wife Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and I couldn’t do. That’s why we love her.”

“Yes, I do understand, but…”

“Yes, yes, let me concentrate. I remember hearing the background music too, I think. Please fuck me.”

“What?”

“Please fuck me wildly and let me concentrate.”

“Nonsense. If I fuck you wildly how can you concentrate?”

“You don’t know. You are not a woman. We women have different ways in so many things. Now fuck me you teaser.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t shout.”

“Wildly.”

“Wildly, Sālī, wildly.” I started fucking Kħadījah Muħammad wildly now.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had smiled once in the similar situation.

Kħadījah Muħammad Bājī uses you. As I do.”

“What?”

“These are the times when we can make you to fuck us as wildly as we damn please.”

“Shame on you.”

“Everything is fair in love and war, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

“Well?” I asked Kħadījah Muħammad fucking her wildly after about fifteen minutes.

“Please continue.”

“Sālī, you…”

“You want me to concentrate, don’t you?”

Kħadījah Muħammad, I’ll fuck you wildly till we exist, darling. But now it’s a matter of life and death for Shaguftah Rashīd.”

“Yes, you are right. But don’t forget your promise, will you?”

“Never.”

“To fuck me wildly till…”

“Yes, yes, now come on.”

“I remember the background music now. It was playing ‘Khai ké paan Banāras wālā’.”

“Very good. Now we have only to find out where the hell in Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club this background music ‘Khai ké paan Banāras wālā’ has been played recently tonight. I love you, Kħadījah Muħammad. That’s great.”

“Don’t tell me verbally that you love me, put into action, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Your Uncut Hindu Lund is already visiting my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. Isn’t it?”*

I smiled and started obliging Kħadījah Muħammad.

“I think I can find out.” She smiled at me thankfully.

She started to use her mobile.

After some connections and disconnections she winked at me.

“Got it, Durgesh darling.”

“Her address?”

“I think we can get it.”

“What is it?”

Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ved Nagar has played ‘Khai ké paan Banāras wālā’. I connected to the club and asked if they knew a Shaguftah Rashīd. The hat check girl said she did. She said that Shaguftah Rashīd had been there this evening, but she had left early. She said she had a headache. I asked how we could find Shaguftah Rashīd’s address. She said she didn’t know. Yet, she thought one of the proprietors, Iqbāl Rashīd, knew where she lived.”

“Iqbāl Rashīd?”

“Iqbāl Rashīd.”

“Any relationship with Shaguftah Rashīd?” I asked enthusiastically.

“I asked the hat check girl, but she didn’t know. Iqbāl Rashīd is out tonight, and couldn’t be reached.”

“Damn. You told her it was important?”

“Sure. I told her it was a matter of life and death.”

“Okay.”

I used my mobile to contact Commissioner of Police, Muħammad Åbdullah, again.

He was in the bathroom.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was authorized to handle Muħammad Åbdullah’s mobile in such events.

“Hello, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, Durgesh here.” I said on the mobile gravely.

“Your name is flashing already on the screen. Want to fuck me now?”

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, I’ve told you I was requested by your own husband Muħammad Ålī.”

“I thought he could have requested once more to you to fuck his wife, rather his Ammījān now.”

“Give the mobile to Muħammad Åbdullah, your Chief.”

“He is in the bathroom.”

“I can’t wait.”

“I can reach you as early as possible.”

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, I called the Commissioner of Police, Muħammad Åbdullah.”

“He is temporary unavailable. This is ACP Suraiyā Jamāl. Can I do anything for you? And I mean anything.”

I controlled myself.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was married to Muħammad Ålī when she wasn’t ACP.

However, she was an IPS even then, waiting for her first assignment as a police officer.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, it’s a matter of life and death.” I said curtly.

This time her voice became crisply businesslike.

“Okay. What is it?”

“I had a legal appointment with a Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah for one o’clock. I was waiting for her. In the meantime I received a call from some Shaguftah Rashīd I knew only by her name. I doubt even that name, Shaguftah Rashīd, maybe fictitious. Yet she rang up. She could barely talk over the mobile. She said she’d been poisoned. Someone had sent her poisoned candy. She certainly sounded about ready to pass out. Evidently the receiver either slipped from her hands and fell, or she keeled over while she was talking to me. Then the receiver was hung up before I could trace the call.”

“You haven’t fucked her ever?”

“Nonsense.”

“You fucked me faithfully being immensely loyal to your stepson that immediately accepted me his Ammījān.”

“Not immediately, Sālī, after two years.” I said curtly.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl controlled herself.

“You don’t know where she is?”

I held Kħadījah Muħammad’s slim waist with both my hands and kept fucking her wildly as she wanted.

“I’m coming to that.” I said on the mobile, “Kħadījah Muħammad did some fast thinking and some good detective work. I won’t take time to tell you about it unnecessarily. Yet the result is that Kħadījah Muħammad got a lead to the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club in Ved Nagar. A Shaguftah Rashīd is known there. She was there in the evening. But apparently the underlings don’t know her address. An Iqbāl Rashīd runs the place, but he’s out. That’s the story in a nutshell. What do you say, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl?”

“Sounds like quite a bit of smoke.” The efficient police officer in ACP Suraiyā Jamāl prevailed on the woman inside her, “There may be some fire. But we haven’t a heck of a lot to go on.”

“Well, don’t say I didn’t tell the police.” I said curtly, “I’m not the police. I’m only a citizen. I’ve informed the police. Commissioner of police as far as I’m concerned. If someone finds Shaguftah Rashīd’s body tomorrow morning, and…”

“Wait a minute.” Again the efficient police officer in ACP Suraiyā Jamāl prevailed on the woman inside her, “Hold your Uncut Hindu Lund. Where are you now?”

Her protest against I fucked her was behind her new phrase ‘Hold your Uncut Hindu Lund’ instead of ‘Hold your horses’.

She used it to register her complaint whenever she talked with me.

“With Kħadījah Muħammad.” I replied.

“Want to take a run around to the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club in Ved Nagar?”

“Do you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll be for you in about five minutes.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said, “Keep your Uncut Hindu Lund ready for me once more. Tell Kħadījah Muħammad you are going to fuck your daughter in law ACP Suraiyā Jamāl for the rest of the night. If you can be waiting down on the sidewalk, it’ll save that much time.”

“Suraiyā,”

“Yes my dear Hindu father in law I love to fuck, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

“Think we can do anything by phone?”

“I doubt it, Prāñnāth. I’m grateful that you recommended your stepson Muħammad Ålī for the proprietorship of this Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club in Ved Nagar. Yet, it won’t take over a few minutes to get there. Be all ready to jump in when you hear the siren. I’ll cut her loose.”

Dil bhāvé par sar hilāvé, Sālī, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, your pseudo complaint is registered. I’ll be down there.”

I disconnected the mobile and holding Kħadījah Muħammad’s nude slim waist pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest.

Kħadījah Muħammad herself pushed her glorious glamorous gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī big firm round Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my Hindu loins to receive my Uncut Hindu Lund as deepest as possible.

I blasted my Hindu Vīrý.

Kħadījah Muħammad was now the Ammī of my five brilliant Hindu sons.

Yet, she was still as young and as beautiful as she was when she first raped me.

They suspected Kħadījah Muħammad herself was a Parahuman, Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījah Al Kubrārza.

Kħadījah Muħammad closed her eyes in extreme ecstasy.

She was receiving my Hindu Vīrý once more deepest inside her as she always greeted it.

Dressing myself hastily I said,

“Okay, Ummil Mominīn, hold the fort. I may call you in a little later.”

“Watch out ACP Suraiyā Jamāl. She may eat you uncooked. You made enemy of an efficient police officer by granting the request of your stepson Muħammad Ålī.”

I smiled.

Muħammad Ålī’s entire family had conspired it against her. He wasn’t alone.”*

I had scolded Muħammad Ålī.

“You must have told me that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had promised you the proprietorship of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club in Ved Nagar if you make me rape your wife Suraiyā Jamāl.”

“Papa Jī, what do you think, she married me for myself?” Muħammad Ålī complained.

I was as if fallen from the seventh sky.

“It was her own game.” Muħammad Ålī charged his wife, “She was an IPS. She wasn’t a damn fool. Neither she was physically incompetent to protect herself from you when you raped her, if she didn’t want it.”

“You may be right there.” I murmured thoughtfully.*

It took a minute or two for the elevator to get up to the floor I was with Kħadījah Muħammad.

It was my Durgesh Kħadījah Muħammad Antarvyom, interspace, of infinitely spread Param Purush Ummahāt-Al-Åālmīn Param Prāsād.

It wasn’t easy to understand its construction and functions for the persons who aren’t Parahumans or Posthumans at least.

It was an extremely complex theory of Metaphysics it was built on.

We called it Eīshān Vigyān.

The night watchman dropped me to the street level.

I had less than a minute to wait at the curb before I heard the scream of a siren.

I saw the blood red glare of a spotlight, and then ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was skidding a police Mercedes in close to the curb.

I jerked the door open and jumped in.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl immediately shifted herself from her driving seat to my lap.

I hadn’t another option except to shift to the driving seat myself.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl kissed me on my lips and accelerated the police Mercedes into such swift speed that if I wasn’t prepared for it, my head had certainly jerked back as the machine lurched forward.

“Fuck me.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl whispered.

“What?”

“Open my belt, undress me below my waist and fuck me if you really want me to help you in keeping alive your so called Shaguftah Rashīd.”

I hadn’t another option once again.

Even enjoying sex with me, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl concentrated on driving traffic.

After, Muħammad Ålī told her that she wasn’t his wife anymore, his Ammījān instead, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl started to sleep with me openly, with her mother in law on my one side and she herself on my other side.

I knew then first how hyper sexual ACP Suraiyā Jamāl herself was.

I understood very well why Muħammad Ålī couldn’t satisfy her.

She wasn’t made for the softies in sex like Muħammad Ålī.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl needed wild animal sex that perhaps only I could provide her.

Concentrating on driving, she bent forward in rukū’.

Even then her buttocks were more active in back and forth motion than my own waist was.

It was absolutely obvious that ACP Suraiyā Jamāl needed my Uncut Hindu Lund in her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ravenously.

She had taken benefit of my interest in Shaguftah Rashīd.

The police Mercedes screamed through the streets nonstop.

“Hang on.” She warned me as the police Mercedes screamed in a turn.

I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund in her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to my balls and held her waist strongly to adjust with her driving.

I saw, she was enjoying both the excitement of my Uncut Hindu Lund tearing her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and the excitement of tearing through traffic with siren screaming and motor roaring.

Yet, with it all, the young lady ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was as cool and detached as a surgeon performing a delicate operation.

Her extremely beautiful Meccan Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face showed complete concentration and an entire lack of nervousness.

She slid to a stop in front of the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club in Ved Nagar.

We dressed ourselves competently, debouched from the police Mercedes and marched across the sidewalk.

“You are an excellent driver.” I smiled.

“Thank you and you are an excellent Hindu fucker of us Musalmān Beauties.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl also smiled.

“Thanks.” I squeezed her buttocks.

She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund to show her gratefulness and appreciation.

A big Paŧhān doorman, resplendent with uniform, saluted us.

I was known to him and ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was a Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Beauty despite her police uniform of ACP.

The Paŧhān doorman dashed for a speaking tube built into the wall.

He whistled three times sharply.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl led the way into the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.

“The hat-check girl, Suraiyā,” I said, “She knows something.”

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl nodded and moved to the counter.

She showed her identity card and stars to the hat check girl.

Shaguftah Rashīd. Where can we find her?”

The hat check girl smiled watching ACP Suraiyā Jamāl playing with my Uncut Hindu Lund.

It showed it was alright.

“Sorry, ma’am. I don’t know. Someone was asking over the phone awhile back.”

“You know her?”

“Of course, ma’am.”

“Does she work here?”

“She doesn’t need to. She is a major shareholder here. She is one of the proprietors, I must say.”

“Beautiful?”

“Extremely, ma’am.”

“Interested in any particular Uncut Hindu Lund or any Uncut Hindu Lund would do?”

“Exclusively interested in only the Uncut Hindu Lund you are playing with.” The hat check girl smiled.

One Man Woman?”

“I think so.”

“How many shares she holds here?”

“I wouldn’t know, ma’am, sorry.”

“Who would?”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan or Mr. Muħammad Ålī.”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan is also a shareholder?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled.

“A major shareholder ma’am.” The hat check girl also smiled.

“In Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled ironically.

“Well, they think it a good business.”

“Yes, I see that. Where are they?”

“Mr. Muħammad Ålī is out tonight. And I don’t know where Imām Muħammad Ħasan is. I tried to locate him after the young woman phoned, but I couldn’t find him.”

“This place is supposed to run without anyone in charge?”

“Ordinarily, one or the other of them is here. Tonight it just happens they both are out.”

“Who else would know? The cashier? Some of the waitresses?”

She shook her head.

“I don’t think so. I’ve made inquiries. I tell you who I think would.”

“Who?”

“Iqbāl Rashīd.”

“Who is he?”

“Her younger brother.”

“Living with her?”

The hat check girl cum receptionist looked at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.

“I don’t know, ma’am.”

“Where do we find Iqbāl Rashīd?”

“I think the cashier has his address. Iqbāl Rashīd cashes a check here once in a while.”

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl watched her gravely.

“Thanks. You’ve got a good head on your shoulders, sister, as well as a pretty one. Come on hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam.”

We skirted the dance floor, and pushed past the crowded couples moving slowly to the rhythm of the music.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl asked the directions from a waitress.

Now we were walking on to the cashier.

The cashier was in a cage between the dining room and the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl showed her her identity card and stars.

“You know an Iqbāl Rashīd?”

The cashier stared at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.

She hesitated somewhat.

It was quite obvious that she was debating on a course of action.

“Come on.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly, “You are alive, aren’t you? Do you know him or not?”

The cashier controlled herself.

“Sorry for the delay in replying, ma’am. Yes, I know Dr. Iqbāl Rashīd.”

“Dr. Iqbāl Rashīd?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Where can we find him?”

“May I ask what he has done, ma’am?”

“You may not. It’s a police business. We seek informations, don’t give them to others.”

“Sorry, ma’am. I don’t know where he is at present.”

“Give me his address.”

“Bājīrāo Mastānī Apartments.”

“I see. Which one?”

“Just a minute.”

She searched in her computer.

“It’s on the second floor, Bājīrāo Mastānī Apartments, 256.”

“His phone number?”

“Not recorded here.”

“You know Iqbāl Rashīd when you see him?”

“Of course.”

“He hasn’t been here tonight?”

“No.”

“Would you have seen him if he had been?”

“Yes, ma’am. Of course.”

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at me.

“I think we should try Iqbāl Rashīd at Bājīrāo Mastānī Apartments.”

Then she turned to the cashier once again.

“Who’s running this place?”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan and Muħammad Ålī.”

“Partners?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Who is the major partner?”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan. He isn’t here at present but he is expected to be here any minute.”

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl didn’t tell the cashier that Muħammad Ålī was her husband that had requested me to rape his wife, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.

And why should she have?

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was there with me to get the informations not to give instead.

“Mr. Muħammad Ålī has a little cabin somewhere.” The cashier volunteered, “He goes there for relaxation.”

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled.

“Relaxation, eh? Where is it?”

“I wouldn’t know. It’s up in Green Canyon somewhere.”

“When Imām Muħammad Ħasan comes in, let him call police headquarters and ask for Inspector Prabhāt Deharia. Have him tell Inspector Prabhāt Deharia all he knows about Shaguftah Rashīd and her younger brother, Iqbāl Rashīd. Don’t forget. I’ll call back in a little while. What number do I call?”

The cashier gave her the number duly written in a slip.

“Thank you.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled at the cashier, “okay, I’ll call you back. Have Imām Muħammad Ħasan call headquarters.”

As we talked out I smiled at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.

“It’s always a pleasure seeing an efficient police officer at work.”

“Thank you.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl also smiled, “We have to handle them in this way. Otherwise they’ll start swapping gossip with us. And we’ll get nowhere. People seem to forget we have emergency calls pouring in in a steady stream. We haven’t time to dillydally, or let other people take the lead. We have to keep them on the defensive to get anywhere ever.”

“I understand.” I smiled.

We squeezed past the dance floor.

In the elevator leading to the sidewalk, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said.

“Know anything about this Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Durgesh?”

“Not the police version exactly.” I smiled, “What’s it?”

“The queerest name of the club suggests that some communal Hindus and horniest Musalmān Beauties must be behind it. Doesn’t it?”

“Yes?”

“That’s not the truth at all.”

“No?”

“Never.”

“These organizations are actually run by Pseudo Islamic countries. They have calculatingly adopted this humiliating name to Musalmīn for the club, to defame the Hindus and their horniest Musalmān beloveds.”

“I see. So, the police also know the conspiracy behind it?”

“Well, the police were not born yesterday.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled cunningly.

I smiled too.

“What do you think the Pseudo Islamic countries don’t know that the police are aware of their conspiracy?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Then why they are still retaining this name for the club?”

“The people in general don’t understand these political conspiracies. They are still being fooled by Saůūdī Årab and Iran.”

I smiled.

“India was the eighth most powerful country not many days before. Neither Saůūdī Årab nor Iran was anywhere in power in the suburb of India. China was second and USA was the number one. Yet, HVSI marched ahead aggressively and now HVSI is the most powerful organization on the entire globe.”

“What do you want to say, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam?”

“Both Saůūdī Årab and Iran are checkmated.” I smiled, “And they are not even aware of it. They are still conspiring against each other imprudently.”

Chapter 19

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5 Comments on “KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 18”

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