Ved Nagar: 21Posted: October 12, 2012
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled.
“Thank you. You won’t ever regret it. Moreover, it isn’t too far.”
“Even it is too far, it’s my pleasure. I love company of beautiful ladies.” I smiled gently.
“For calling me beautiful.”
“But that’s the truth.”
“Thanks once more.” Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled seductively.
‘Your Uncut Hindu Lund would be busier into my Musalmān Cunt beyond your imagination, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam.’ she murmured to herself.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Nothing. Sorry, I lost in thought to myself.”
I took another look at the beautiful face.
The Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was smiling.
It was extremely beautiful.
The teeth were white and regular.
There was just the hint of something about the lips, though they were crimson red and quivering seductively, yet indicated to be cunning somewhat.
The eyes were lovely and expressive.
There was a lean competence about her.
She was not known to me.
Yet, she wouldn’t have been in the parking lot unless she was connected with the company, and if she was connected with the executive branch of the company, she undoubtedly was all right.
Suddenly it flashed to me.
No, she wasn’t Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
She was Al Kubrah Al Qāsim actually.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s younger half sister.
They had different fathers.
But Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was so attached to Al Ħamd Al Åbbās that he had asked Al Kubrah Al Qāsim to take care of her personally.
I knew something more.
Even Al Kubrah Al Qāsim didn’t know that.
Why the hell Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was working, in her own Abbū’s company, using her younger half sister’s name?
Only to keep close clandestine watch on Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand?
Well, why it was not possible?
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was a shrewd successful businessperson after all.
He resented being misinformed.
He resented being dependent on others if he could avoid it somehow.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was more devoted to her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim than Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was.
Had Al Muħammad Al Qāsim instructed his most faithful daughter to keep watch on me too?
I was suddenly all-alert.
But not externally to alert Al Kubrah Al Qāsim too.
I kept her understanding that her real identity was still unknown to me.
I wanted to let her play the game she was so keenly playing.
Yet, one thing was still clear to me now.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim didn’t have faith in his other daughters as he had in Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
Did Al Zakāt Al Qāsim know it?
Was she at least aware of it, if she didn’t know it?
In addition, if she wasn’t even aware of it, did she suspect it at least?
What Muħammad bin Qāsim thought of it?*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Are you sure I’m not inconveniencing you?”
“I’m sure I am not impotent enough.”
“Allah, I never meant that.”
“Only an impotent can be inconvenienced with a dazzling Musalmān Beauty.”
“You are kidding me.”
“Never. But if you really like my kids…”
“Please!” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim raised her hands, “I surrender.”
“For my kids? Really?”
“Allah Allah!” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim blushed, “I can’t compete with you ever.”
“Please come on,” I said opening the door, “Roll up your window tight. It may rain more tonight. I think it’ll be clearing by midnight. I mean, according to the weather report at least. Here’s my Mercedes, right over here.”
I remembered now, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had been away on Ħaj.
She had returned recently only.
I held the door open for Al Kubrah Al Qāsim with deferential courtesy.
She leaned back against the soft cushions.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim appreciated the rich leather upholstery.
I jumped in the other side.
‘Allah,’ Al Kubrah Al Qāsim thought, ‘if the Hindu beast is really sixty three, as he claims, it’s a miracle he is behaving as if he is actually ever young.
Is ever youth possible?
How the hell the Hindu scoundrel is managing to keep his wonderful youth still at his sixty-three?
Is Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan right?
Is Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī right too?
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was telling his wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Durgesh is a Para Human.
He has evolved himself beyond even a Posthuman.
The motor was already running.
It purred into multi-cylindered response.
A current of warm air flowed reassuringly abut Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s chilled ankles.
Ved Nagar wasn’t in a cold country.
It was in India.
It covered old Jabalpur, Seoni, Nagpur, Narsinghpur, Balaghat, Chhindwara, etc.
The miracle was it covered some parts of old Mumbai and Karachi too.
None could explain it.
Ved Nagar was a miracle the ultramodern science could produce.
Fabiayyi ālai Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?
It explained the impasse.
The big Mercedes glided into motion so gently Al Kubrah Al Qāsim hardly realized it had started.
I drove out past the robot security guard at the entrance to the parking lot.
“Right or left?” I asked Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
“Left.” she said watching me triumphantly adroitly.
“That’s superb.” I laughed, “I myself had to go that way already. How far?”
“Not too far.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim laughed too, “Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company is a zillionaire group of Companies. But we are, even then, still poor as compared to HVSI Group of Business Enterprises, HVSI Group of Companies. Your creativity is still beyond imagination for the rest of the companies, including us.”
“You are being too polite. Thanks anyway for being so nice to a competitor.”
“It’s a pleasure to be in the company of the Supreme successful business tycoon of entire history of humankind. How can you manage it?”
“Our Board of Directors does it. You are crediting the wrong man.” I smiled politely.
“Your Board of Directors credits you and you credit your Board of Directors. Playing the mutual admiration game?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim laughed melodically.
“Isn’t it a nice game to play?”
“Well, I think that’s the mystery behind your incredulous success.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me dreamily.
She had come very close to me.
Our thighs touched each other’s.
I immediately stopped the Mercedes parking it at left.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim boldly sat down on my lap, rising from where she was, facing me.
“Any objection?” she looked into my eyes seductively.
“Am I a fool to object?” I winked at her, “You are most welcome.”
“I noticed your erection for me. I thought I too must thank you.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim put her extremely beautiful arms around my neck.
“My pleasure.” I said.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was kissing me wildly aggressively.
The kiss lasted longer than I anticipated.
Her heavy buttocks had filled my lap competently.
My erection was imprisoned now between them.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim deliberately squeezed my erection between her buttocks significantly.
I hugged her more snugly.
She started to undress me.
“Are you sure you want me here?” I looked into her eyes, “It’s road. We are beside it. The cars are passing every now and then.”
“Isn’t open sex, in public even, not prohibited in Ved Nagar, if it’s consensual, between adults?”
“You want to exhibit what we are doing?”
“Only if you insist to.”
“I insist to. ‘Pardah nahīn jab koī Kħudā sé bandon sé pardah karnā kyā’?”
I looked into her eyes.
“Well, if you insist my dear, I haven’t another alternative except to surrender to you”
“Hey, I love your attitude. Now watch just what you get from me in reward.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim went wild.
Yet, she wasn’t wild enough to fuck me then and there.
She only sucked me there.
She was in 69 position.
We were both nude.
I kissed her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .
Then, surprisingly she controlled herself.
“Let’s go.” she said suddenly, “You asked me how far we’d have to go. I said, ‘not too far’. My speedometer clocks it at two miles. However, my car is not quite as late a model as this one. I simply can’t afford it.”
“You like my Mercedes?”
“Who is the damnfool that wouldn’t?”
“Do you love me?”
“Do you need any more proof?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim winked at me kissing the head of my Uncut Hindu Prick.
“Then I think you must remember this meeting forever.”
“Sure, this meeting has brought my dreams come true.”
I kissed Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s beautiful Musalmān Cunt.
“Take my Mercedes too as my gift to remember this meeting.”
“What?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim jumped, “I can’t believe it.”
“It’s yours from this very instant. Now, ma’am, will you please be kind enough to leave me to my house, in your Mercedes, when we get done?”
“Idiot, you can’t return to your home tonight. We are on our Honeymoon for at least a complete month. You may call your staff afterwards for your own transportation.”*
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad left Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s office and stopped by the ladies’ room in the corridor.
There was a mirror.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad always watched her excellent exquisite figure immense proudly whenever she saw any mirror.
Allah, how beautiful she was.
Perhaps even more beautiful than even her role model Sidrah Aħmad was.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad worshipped every ground Sidrah Aħmad walked on.
What a woman.
What a dare devil woman.
Born and ever being an ardent Sunnī Musalmān Beauty, Sidrah Aħmad never allowed any Musalmān even to touch her romantically even, let him sexually being even beyond imagination.
She said, ‘No bloody Musalmān deserves any Musalmān Beauty ever. Every Musalmān Beauty deserves a Hindu man. Even a Traditional Hindu is better than any Musalmān whosoever the hell he is’.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad had gone even one step ahead more.
‘No Hindu deserves any platonic relationship with any Musalmān Beauty ever. The Hindus are made only to meet the sexual needs of entire Musalmān Beauties.’
She studied her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face in the mirror.
She was very happy with what she saw.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad was never tired or drawn.
She hated any dark circle under any female Musalmān eyes.
“Fuck a Hindu Shaktimān, and get rid of it.” Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad always said.
If a Musalmān Beauty refused ever, on whatsoever her ground may be, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad kidnapped her and compelled her to fuck a Hindu Shaktimān herself.
When the Musalmān Beauties compelled to fuck a Hindu Shaktimān in this way, tried to suicide ever, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad always kidnapped them again and compelled the Musalmān Beauties to live in relationship with a Hindu Shaktimān, whosoever he may be.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad was powerful and she had vowed to be more and more powerful till she existed.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was her greatest fan.
He also believed in the values Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad had.
Yet, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad needed a vacation very much.
But she couldn’t even think of it, until the things were settled.
No, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad never needed any make up, no blusher, no lip-gloss, no eye shadow even.
She was naturally too beautiful to need them.
She appreciated her golden hair very much.
Even Durgesh has praised her golden hair.
“You are even richer than me, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad.” Durgesh used to say, “I don’t have my hair made of pure gold.”
None else had praised Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad better ever.
She was proud of Durgesh being her first man in her life.
Durgesh ‘inaugurated’ Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad.
She surrendered her cherry to Durgesh.
Even a complete month Honeymoon with Durgesh was there.
But Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad wasn’t a One Man Woman strictly.
She despised the male domination of women.
“Women are made several times more in number by Allah.” Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad used to say, “If Democracy is the chosen way of life by Allah for the humankind, the women must dominate the males, not otherwise ever.”*
Muħammad bin Qāsim loved Shankar Mahāpralayankar as Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s wife.
He used to put his head on Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s feet right exactly in sajdah.
“Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad doesn’t love you.” Muħammad bin Qāsim used to say, “But I do. I too have an exactly feminine body, lacking a cunt only.”
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad had laughed,
“The cunt is the only thing a male, as dominant as Durgesh and Shankar Mahāpralayankar are, love in a feminine body, imprudent.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled.
“Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad, you claim we Musalmīn are always backwards. The Hindus are always forwards. You Musalmān Beauties want to go ahead. That’s why you Musalmān Beauties fuck Hindus always, instead of us ever backward Musalmīn. Don’t you use to say it?”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim,” Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad patronized him; “You don’t belong even to that category, impotent.”
“I damn care to what category I belong. Don’t you say that?”
“Sure, and I even explain what I say. Hindus study not only Ved in their Stavans and Mandrs etcetera. They study their Divý Itihās, their Divine History too.”
“Everyone knows it.”
“What’s there in their Divý Itihās, Divine History?”
“Their dreams about their future history.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smirked, “The ever superstitious damnfool Hindus claim we Musalmīn are ever superstitious. Well, what they themselves are?”
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad smiled patiently and patronizingly.
“You may have some point there, but that’s not what I’m pointing at. The Hindus live in future. That’s why they are always progressive. We Musalmīn always talk of our past Islamic glory, Al Qur’an Al Kareem and Aħādīs-e-Muqaddasāt. We live in past. That’s why we are backwards.”
“You shameless Musalmān Beauties want to progress, therefore you pair yourselves with Hindus.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said sarcastically, “Okay. I’ve heard it so much that I hate you Musalmān Beauties too for it.”
“You are a blot on original Muħammad bin Qāsim. At his very seventeen he was a successful general of Banū Umayyah Caliphate established by Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu.”
“And you appreciate him because he fought in favour of the assassins of Ahl al Bayt?”*
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad watched Muħammad bin Qāsim scornfully.
“So you think entire Ahl-e-Sunnat are wrong that they praise original Muħammad bin Qāsim?”
“What do you mean?”
“The entire Ahl-e-Sunnat don’t praise original Muħammad bin Qāsim. Only the Musalmīn in India and Pakistan do that.”
“And how does it contradict my statement that you are a blot to the name of original Muħammad bin Qāsim? Your parents dreamt of you to be someone as original Muħammad bin Qāsim was. And what the hell are you doing? You are trying your best to be recognized as Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s duly authorized wife. Don’t you?”
“Nice attempt to remove me from the field, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smirked again.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was still playing with my Uncut Hindu Prick.
We had dressed although.
“Durgesh, I really wonder we have met and I’ve sucked you already.”
“Well, thank you. I just heard your motor grinding away and realized you were running your battery down. Well, you are extremely beautiful. I couldn’t resist to you.”
“Thank you. Actually, I suddenly remember that I’ve to deliver some papers to Muħammad bin Qāsim. I’d completely forgotten. I’m sorry. If you don’t mind and take me to him, I’ll be free for our one month Honeymoon after delivering those confounded papers.”
“Oh, it’s alright.” I smiled pulling her on my lap once more, “I can wait here in your Mercedes. It’s quite warm and comfortable here. I can turn on the video; get the latest news, music or anything else I’d like.”
“You didn’t even hesitate while taking the decision.”
“You are too beautiful to be hesitated.”
“Thank you.” She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis significantly, “I’m sorry if it is inconveniencing you more.”
“Not at all. You are compensating for it even more than optimum.”
The fact was I was wondering what Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was really after now.
She had undressed me fully.
We both were nude.
If she was only after sex with me, she could have it with me to her heart’s content.
Yet, she sucked me only and now she was trying to take me to Muħammad bin Qāsim.
I decided to keep playing her game and find out what Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was actually after.
“Well, don’t worry for that ever.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim smiled, “You’d get as much sex from me as you want.”
“How nice!” I kissed her.
“Thank you. We’ll come back to town as soon as the papers are delivered.”
“Back to town?” I let me register surprise, at least somewhat.
Yet, I was watchful enough Al Kubrah Al Qāsim shouldn’t notice it was deliberate.
“Is it too far?” I asked again.
“Not with your Mercedes.” she smiled promisingly, “We’ll get out of traffic and hit the freeway. Don’t worry I won’t kidnap you, because I think it isn’t needed.”
The plant was within a mile of freeway.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim requested me to turn on the freeway.
I drove for some fifteen minutes, then she asked me to turn off.
I purred along a paved road for four or five miles, then turned off on a dirt road.
It wound its way among hills.
We were now entirely out of traffic.
“How much farther is it?” I asked fucking Al Kubrah Al Qāsim vehemently.
We were once again nude.
Now, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim straddled me on my lap on the driving seat.
I knew she deliberately stopped me from fucking her previously, because she wanted to fuck me to make me not to object going on the dirt road even.
I deliberately didn’t let her guess that I had any suspicion whatsoever.
My voice was normal, not even a bit sharpened with suspicion.
“Only a little way,” she fucked me vehemently to keep me occupied in sex with her, the more the better, “we have, I mean Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company has, a little country place up here. Muħammad bin Qāsim and my Abbū’s associate is waiting for the papers there. Abbū told her I’d be out.”
“Oh,” I said and busied myself in enjoying her fucking me.
I knew of the existence of the country place.
The dirt road was winding and twisting, a barbed wire fence on each side.
There were ‘No Trespassing’ signs.
Then Al Kubrah Al Qāsim asked me to ease the Mercedes to stop in front of a locked gate.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim opened the gate.
We drove along a graveled driveway, passed a swimming pool, and finally stopped at a mansion.
It had a wide porch running around it, furnished with luxurious outdoor furniture.
“Allah,” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “well, what do you know, the bitch doesn’t seem to be here.”
“Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!” I commented, “It’s certainly all dark and the gate was locked.”
“We keep the gate locked but she has a key. Muħammad bin Qāsim also has a key. However, the place is dark, all right. You please wait here if you don’t mind. I’ll run in and see if there’s a note or something. Allah, my gosh, Durgesh, I now certainly hate to have brought you all the way out here in case…but the woman must be here! She’s to meet me here and wait for the papers and Muħammad bin Qāsim. She’s staying here tonight and Abbū’s coming here for a conference.”
“Perhaps she went to sleep,” I smiled, “and forgot to turn on the lights.”
“I’m sorry. You please wait here, if you don’t mind. I’ll run in and see.”
I had left the motor idling.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim jumped out her side of the car and hurried to the mansion.
I saw lights come on, on the porch, then lights in the interior of the mansion.
I was wondering why the hell she deliberately didn’t take me with her.
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