Ved Nagar: 31Posted: November 6, 2012
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Listen attentively, please. I’m right in the middle of a delicate matter. Al Åbbās Al Saåīd is my half-brother.”
“As Al Nadīm Al Quddūs is?” I asked.
“Sure. I’m running away to save my business, my legal competence, my life even from my ever-greedy relatives. They have successfully established until now that my daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, has murdered my son, Muħammad bin Qāsim, masquerading as Al Ħamd Al Åbbās. Muħammad bin Qāsim has also run away as I have, but they have successfully produced our dead bodies.”
“Chachājān, are you sure Muħammad bin Qāsim Bhāī is alive?” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās asked Al Muħammad Al Qāsim gravely.
“How the hell can be I? Durgesh is my lawyer, my savior, my son in law, everything. He has to find out for me whether my son Muħammad bin Qāsim is still alive or they have already killed him successfully.”
“I don’t think they would be such damn fools.” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās said, “Muħammad bin Qāsim is Durgesh’s sālā, brother in law. They won’t kill him ever as killing a sālā, a brother in law, of Durgesh would turn Durgesh into their irrevocable executioner.”
“What about my daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim?”
“She is my live in relationship partner now.” I said, “None can prove Al Kubrah Al Qāsim has really murdered her younger brother. They can’t prove the dead bodies they have found are really of you both. It’s not easy for them to prove corpus delicti even. How the hell can then they prosecute my wife Al Kubrah Al Qāsim?”
“Thank you, my son. Thank you very much.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim wiped his tear-filled eyes with a handkerchief, “I thought they are continuously succeeding despite your open interest in protecting my family and me. Muħammad bin Qāsim and me, both of us, had to run away and had to resort to go under cover. Al Kubrah Al Qāsim is a fugitive from justice. Even I am not safe here too. They have murdered someone downstairs…”
“Why?” I asked patiently, fucking Al Nādirah Al Åbbās wildly.
“What do you mean ‘why’?” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim shouted, “Isn’t that obvious?”
“Are you teasing me, Durgesh, my son?”
“Never. The opposite sex is still available to me. Why the hell would I tease you then?”
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās laughed.
Al Zāhid was also trying to hide his smile.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim subsided.
“You are a hell of a son in law.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim tried to suppress his own smile too. “It’s dangerous that a murder is right there downstairs. The more of a mystery they make of it, the longer the thing drags out the more notoriety I may get. I can’t afford it at all.”*
When we got home, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās showed me how much she appreciated my help.
As soon as we got to the living room, she had her hands on the waistband of my shorts and began to tug them down.
As they hit my knees and exposed my Uncut Hindu Cock, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās engulfed me in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and swallowed me deeply.
I could feel her Musalmān throat muscles working the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund as Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās deep throated me and then as she pulled me out, licked the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock, and sucked me until I shot my load of Hindu sperm into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās rolled it around in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, savoring the flavor for a bit before swallowing it.
“You know I never liked the taste of cum until I met you. Now I can’t get enough. If I didn’t like to feel it shooting in inside me I’d have you shoot in my mouth all the time. Now come on, let’s go to the bedroom so you can use that thing where it is intended to be used. I didn’t get any this morning because I got up too early.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās led me to the bedroom where she brought me back to hardness with her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth before she crawled on top of me and rode me to her own orgasm.
Then we both fell asleep for an early afternoon nap.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr left early the next morning to pick up their things and move them in to my house.
That left Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar alone with me for two days.
As we stood on the street and waved goodbye, Nishāt Nazli looked at me,
“So are you going to take care of us now or later?” She asked.
“Anytime you want.” I winked at her.
“I don’t know after the last time I was sore the rest of the day, but I will admit that met was worth it.” Zubaydah Bābar grinned.
I reached out, placed a hand on the back of each Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls, and began to steer them to the house.
I continued to laugh and joke with them as I did.
I also had placed my hand on the ties of their Thong tops and as I walked with them, I grasped the end of each of the knots on their tops and suddenly pulled.
It worked perfectly my tug on the strings had untied the knots and a second pull had removed the tops from them.
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stopped in surprise and stood in the middle of the street with their Musalmān tits hanging out, staring in surprise at me.
As they stared at me, I reached out as if to grab their bottoms.
Both realized they were topless in the middle of the street, and about to be bottomless also, at the same instant.
They squealed and ran for the house.
I chuckled and strolled in behind them twirling their tops as I walked.
As I mounted the stairs, I saw both Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli standing inside the house waiting for me, a cross between fury and mirth on their faces.
They saw the humor in the situation and it overshadowed the anger they normally would have shown.
As I walked through the door, they both were laughing already.
“You got us that time. Lucky it wasn’t later in the day when people would have been around.” Zubaydah Bābar admonished me with a laugh.
I just grinned,
“Well, I figured we could get started right away.” I said as I advanced toward them.
Nishāt Nazli started to back up but Zubaydah Bābar stood her ground and as I reached her, I lay a hand on her breast and began gently to rub it.
Zubaydah Bābar closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and sighed.
“OK you caught me now you can have your way with me.” As she spoke, Zubaydah Bābar started to pull the bottom of her thong off.
It hit the floor.
Zubaydah Bābar turned around and bent herself over the couch, exposing her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot to me.
I wasted no time.
I dropped my shorts and stepped behind her.
Standing there with my Uncut Hindu Cock exposed I began to rub it in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips.
Zubaydah Bābar was wet and ready.
“Zubaydah Bābar, is your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot ever not wet?” I asked as I let my Uncut Hindu Lund slide around the outer lips and then up over her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass then back to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
“It’s wet whenever I’m around that Uncut Hindu Lund of yours.” Zubaydah Bābar winked at me impishly.
I chuckled and then in a single thrust speared her with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I let it sit for a minute and then began slowly to pump on her, letting my hard Uncut Hindu Cock slide in and out of her sopping wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Zubaydah Bābar groaned in appreciation of the Hindu monster that was working her.
Zubaydah Bābar moved over to the couch and kneeled on it in front of Nishāt Nazli as I fucked her and offered Nishāt Nazli her massive Musalmān tits.
Nishāt Nazli began to suck her friend’s Musalmān tits as she was being fucked from behind.
As Nishāt Nazli sucked and licked, her nipples Zubaydah Bābar closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and savored the attention.
“Durgesh, Zubaydah Bābar likes it really hard and fast. She likes to be fucked like she’s getting raped.” Nishāt Nazli told me.
I looked at Zubaydah Bābar and not knowing if Nishāt Nazli was putting me on or not, decided to take a chance.
I slowly pulled myself out of Zubaydah Bābar until my Uncut Hindu Cock was just resting at the entrance to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and paused.
Then I rammed forward as hard as I could and pulled back and repeated the stroke.
Zubaydah Bābar grunted hard with each Hindu slam her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot got.
She released Nishāt Nazli’s Musalmān tit from her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and looked back over her shoulder.
“Yeah. Bravo. Wallah, that’s how I like it, slam me, hurt me. Uhhhh… Give me some pain to go with it. FUCK ME, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Zubaydah Bābar managed to get out between my Hindu thrusts.
I kept up the violent pounding.
“So you like it rough!” I said then I drew my hand back from her gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān hip and smacked her hard across her ass.
Zubaydah Bābar screamed and I did it again.
All the while plowing my Uncut Hindu Cock deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and banging away.
I smacked her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass again and again then reached down and grabbed some of the tender flesh at her inner thigh, near her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and pinched and twisted.
It sent a wave of pain through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and into her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body and I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot clamp onto my Uncut Hindu Cock and cum on me.
“So bitch, you like it hurt do you.” I started banging even harder on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, and Zubaydah Bābar started to cum again.
Now as I fucked Zubaydah Bābar I reached around, grabbed her nipple, and twisted it. “Like that do you?” I asked.
“Oh yeah. Fuck me hard. Hurt me, you old Hindu scoundrel, rape me.” Zubaydah Bābar screamed.
“Nishāt Nazli,” I commanded, “Get underneath this young Musalmān bitch and bite her Musalmān tit.”
Nishāt Nazli looked at me and hesitated.
“Do it.” I demanded.
Nishāt Nazli slid beneath her friend, took her nipple in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, and bit down, a love bite.
“Harder!” Zubaydah Bābar screamed as she grabbed a handful of Nishāt Nazli’s Musalmān tit.
Nishāt Nazli hesitated and then bit down hard on her friend’s Musalmān tit.
Zubaydah Bābar screamed and began to cum in a flood, her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body shook and shuddered as though she passed into a fit.
Nishāt Nazli slid out from under her friend and moved around behind her.
I had pulled out of her as she lost control and watched.
Nishāt Nazli could not believe the way the cum was running out of her friend, she stared in awe.*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had certainly acted against her younger brother, Muħammad bin Qāsim, before Muħammad bin Qāsim disappeared.
It was even before she met me as Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was Al Zakāt Al Qāsim’s friend, not Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s.
It was the meeting when Al Kubrah Al Qāsim decided to fuck me managing her car’s distributor incidence.
She had to.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was with her when Al Kubrah Al Qāsim entered my private office.
He was trailing along behind Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
It was more than obvious that Muħammad bin Qāsim was being led, instead coming there voluntarily.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s attitude was one of elder sisterly indignation.
“Durgesh, I know your beloved, my younger sister, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, isn’t with us. Yet, I can’t tell it to Al Zakāt Al Qāsim. It’s a delicate matter about our younger brother.”
I looked at Muħammad bin Qāsim’s sullen, hostile, features.
“Just a minute,” I warned Al Kubrah Al Qāsim gravely, “I already have a client in this case. Legally I am disqualified to represent you as your lawyer without my client’s express permission. Please don’t tell me anything in confidence. I may not be legally free to help you.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim produced an envelope that had a hand written address on it.
I scrutinized it carefully.
The address on the sealed envelope was mine and I was sure it was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s handwriting.
I opened the envelope myself.
It contained a letter in Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s handwriting that he had retained me as the family lawyer. I had to represent every family member. If I was not qualified legally to represent some family member, I can engage any advocate to assist me in the court.
A check for Ten million dollars was already given to me.
I smiled at Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
“Alright, in the light of this express authority letter I can represent you too and anything you say to me is now privileged communication. You may shoot now.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me equally gravely now.
“You are my younger sister’s, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim’s, live in relationship partner. You are yourself a family member. This thing has been preying on my mind ever since I heard what Muħammad bin Qāsim said to the police. I thought at first, my duty was to back up my younger brother in a chivalrous, in a loyal and gallant attempt. In my opinion, Muħammad bin Qāsim was protecting a young woman’s good name. Then, when I began to think of how serious it might be…”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim paused, watched Muħammad bin Qāsim scrutinizing him judiciously, and continued,
“Because−well, because perhaps that murder is linked with it. I can’t keep quiet any longer.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled good-naturedly.
“What’s eating you? What’s got into you, Bājī?”*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim didn’t hesitate even a bit.
“You may think, Muħammad bin Qāsim, that your elder sister is throwing you to the wolves, but…”
“Never,” Muħammad bin Qāsim said gravely, “you just go ahead and tell Jījū what’s eating you. And don’t worry about me. Your younger brother is a big boy now, Bājī. I can take care of not only myself but yours too as well.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim kept looking anxiously at me.
“Don’t you think I’m doing the right thing, Durgesh?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Oh, go ahead and spill out to him whatsoever you want to. Let it be out of your system now. However, it doesn’t make any difference to me. I want everyone to understand it definitely and finally.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Durgesh, I don’t think he is telling the truth. Would you mind to explain to my foolish younger brother the importance of telling the truth in legal matter, especially when there’s a murder is involved?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled ironically.
“Have you been taking liberties with the truth, Muħammad bin Qāsim?” I asked, “Perhaps just fudging the least little bit.”
“Certainly not, Jījū. I’m not a damn fool enough to do that.”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim, I know that you have.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim contradicted him, “I tell you I heard that shot and got up. I looked in your room. You weren’t in your bed. You hadn’t been in your room.”*
Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t speak even a single word.
Both Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and his most dearest daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, were his most loyal followers.
Yet, there was a difference too in their following of Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was one of those rare Musalmān Beauties who still followed Imām Muħammad Ħasan, not Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, even while the tremendous success of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in establishing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah in Saůūdī Årab, now Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat and in countless Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had claimed that even Al Jannat had Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah in majority.
Even Ħuzūrs were actually a Hindu, not a Musalmān.
The Musalmīn means only the persons who are devoted and dedicated to establish peace everywhere even at the cost of self-sacrifice.
That’s what Al Shahādat fil Islam does mean, not for spreading any kind of imperialism whether Årab Imperialism whether Iranian or some other whatsoever.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had further claimed that before 1857, there was Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah everywhere in majority.
The Pseudo Ummat-e-Muslimah has always been brought to minority, if not abolished.
That’s why there was such a perfect Hindu Muslim Unity before 1857.
The True Musalmīn never resorted to the communal interpretations of Al Qur’an Al Kareem, Al Aħādīs Al Muqaddasāt and Al Tārīkħ Al Islam.
They never interpreted ‘Wa lā tunkiħū al musharikīn ħattā yu’minū.’
‘And don’t marry polytheistic men to your women until they bring Īmān.’
−Al Qur’an Al Kareem: 2 Al Baqarah| 221,
−as ‘don’t marry Vedic Monotheist Hindus even.
To them, it was a månvī taħrīf, a distortion in meaning of Al Qur’an Al Kareem and deniable consequently, accordingly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had even offered Imām Muħammad Ħasan that she could manage his own mårāj, as Allah Rabbil Åālmīn Subħān wa tålā had arranged for Ħuzūrs.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan could himself go in the past and watch himself the majority of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah everywhere with his own eyes.
He wanted to have both Al Kubrah Al Qāsim and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim with him in his time travel proposed thus, by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
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