The Oath : 1

The Oath   

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm

, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās

Al Faisal Al Qāsim

Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm didn’t put her palm on Al Qur’an Al Karīm.

She never took the oath she promised her husband she would take if his Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, would do the same first.

There was no doubt that Al Faisal Al Qāsim loved Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm very much.

Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm was never wrong in having faith in her husband.

I appreciated Al Faisal Al Qāsim that despite he believed his

Jannat was below the feet of his Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, he never believed her blindly.

He was brave enough to ask his Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, even to take the oath of Al Qur’an Al Karīm.

Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm could not believe ever that Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās could go to the extent to take the false oath even when her palm was on Al Qur’an Al Karīm.

How wrong Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm was in understanding her own present society.

It wasn’t as Islamic as she thought it was.

As the other societies were, the present day Islamic Society was also a mixed society.

It too contained the persons as high in character as Imām Muħammad Ħasan who never stopped dreaming to be the Mustafā Kemal Ataturk of the entire Islamic world.

Yet it contained Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās too who lied entirely white that she never sent Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm in my bedroom when I was fucking there her friend, Annafīsah Assalmān.

“I won’t take the oath.” Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm told Al Faisal Al Qāsim.

Al Faisal Al Qāsim was dumbfounded.

It was natural.

Who the hell could believe his own wife could betray him in such a way in front of his family?

Didn’t he love her as much as he didn’t believe even his Tahajjudguzār Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās?

He never cared even a bit that even his Abbū, Al Qāsim Al Åbbās, had forgiven his wife, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, for what she had done to him, and was still doing.

He bravely challenged his Ammī to take the oath that Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm was lying.

Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās never sent Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm deliberately in the room where I was fucking Annafīsah Assalmān.

Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās had smiled in her heart on the stupidity of her foolish son.

Al Faisal Al Qāsim was as foolish as her damnfool father, Al Qāsim Al Åbbās, was.

Al Qāsim Al Åbbās couldn’t divorcé Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās even while he himself caught her red handed fucking me.

Was it because Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās was as beautiful as he was obsessed with her dazzling Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān beauty so much?

Al Faisal Al Qāsim had inherited the same stupidity from his father?

Well, let him.

Till the Musalmīn are as stupid as Al Faisal Al Qāsim and his father, Al Qāsim Al Åbbās, are, the evershrewd beautiful Musalmān houseladies, as Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, were, could easily keep on their false respect everywhere in the so called Islamic Society.

It never investigates the truth.

It always has faith in ostensibles.

Al Faisal Al Qāsim had told Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm that he had promised his Ammī to divorce Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm if his Ammī would meet her challenge and Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm wouldn’t.

Nevertheless, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm never believed it.

Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm believed Al Faisal Al Qāsim loved her as much as he would never divorce her despite Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm would never meet the challenge of his Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās.

Al Faisal Al Qāsim loved Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm very much, no doubt, but he loved and respected his Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, as well.

And why the hell shouldn’t he?

Should he love his wife even more than he loved his Ammī?

What did Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm want?

Al Faisal Al Qāsim should never believe his Ammī, even if Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās took oath on Al Qur’an Al Karīm?

He should believe his wife, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm, despite it would be the utter degradation and immense humiliation of his Ammī despite she met his challenge bravely and his wife didn’t?

He divorced Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm.

He had to.

It was his promise to Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, his Ammī.

Yes, he loved his wife, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm, very much, but should he sacrifice even his Jannat for it?

Jannat doesn’t lie below the feet of one’s wife.

It is below the feet of one’s Ammī only.

Of course, Al Faisal Al Qāsim had his world in his love, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm.

Yet, a Muslim couldn’t, and never shouldn’t sacrifice his Īmān for anything whatsoever it might be.

Jannat is what both Al Faisal Al Qāsim and Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm never sacrifice.

Īmān is what both Al Faisal Al Qāsim and Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm never sacrifice.

Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās smiled triumphantly.

She wanted to get rid of Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm.

She did.

Al Qāsim Al Åbbās was very proud of his family.

He wanted to keep it joint.

One of his brothers was still living with them.

She let him.

He and his wife both respected Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās very much.

Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās never wanted to let Al Qāsim Al Åbbās keep his family joint.

Yet, she allowed the ever-stupid Al Farīd Al Åbbās and his wife to live with them.

Their twenty-eight years old young beautiful daughter, Al Åādilah Al Farīd Al Åbbās, was Durgesh’s live in relationship partner already.

She always respected Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās despite the fact that she knew Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās had successfully cuckolded her husband.

Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās saw how shrewd her husband’s younger brother’s daughter, Al Åādilah Al Farīd Al Åbbās, was.

She investigated it and found out it was due to Durgesh, not due to Al Farīd Al Åbbās or his wife, Al Jamāl Al Islam.

She blackmailed Al Åādilah Al Farīd Al Åbbās to make Durgesh to fuck Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās too.

I obliged Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās.

Despite the fact that she wasn’t a good woman, I fucked her.

Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat.

Imām Nārīm Sukr’té dadhāt.

I had to improve her now.

It was a great tragedy of almost entire women that when their son reached adulthood, they were afraid of their potential daughter in law.

They could never understand they had another role in their son’s life.

Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm should have counter attacked her mother in law, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās.

It was the only way to win her husband, Al Faisal Al Qāsim, back.

“Why didn’t you do it, you foolish girl?” I asked her fucking her girlfriends one by one.

Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm looked at me gravely,

“Are you sympathizing with me, Hindu Albuåūlatul Muslimāt?”

“I sympathies with every beautiful Musalmān houselady that either doesn’t have brain, or has it but doesn’t use for getting benefits for herself.”

“I would never take any advice from you. You want to fuck me too now.”

I smiled.

“You stupid girl, you didn’t leave any option for your excellent husband.”

“If he were actually excellent, he would never have divorced me.”

“Had not he warned you to divorce if you wouldn’t take the oath on Al Qur’an Al Karīm?”

“Sure, but I thought Tāī Ammī would never go to the extent.”

“I don’t think you understand your present Islamic Society very well.” I said gravely, “Your Tāī Ammī is a very intelligent person that understands your present Islamic Society very well.”

“She is a liar.”

“Yes, but she succeeded in proving herself innocent because you retreated from your jihad against her.”

“I’m not interested in any jihad against anyone.”

“That’s the worst decision you ever took suicidal to you.” One of her closest friends, Al Busharah Arraħmān, smiled straddling me, “My mother in law did the same trick with me…”

“I know,” Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm interrupted Al Busharah Arraħmān, “You took the oath yourself too.”

“Why shouldn’t have I?” Al Busharah Arraħmān took my Penis between her forefinger and thumb, positioned it between her labial lips and thrust.

My Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund vanished into her twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot entirely in her very first shot.

“You cuckolded your husband, Al Busharah Arraħmān,” Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm said scornfully, “I’d never.”

“That’s why you are divorced, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm,” Al Busharah Arraħmān laughed fucking me vigorously, “Isn’t it better to cuckold your ever stupid Musalmān husband, instead of being divorced by him?”

“I don’t think so.” Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm said curtly.

“Nothing can be done of you ever unrealistic foolishly moral Musalmān houseladies even if you are immensely beautiful.” Al Busharah Arraħmān looked gravely at her closest friend, “Your mother in law took false oath, and she has lost nothing. You foolishly didn’t take even the true oath and lost your husband forever. My mother in law took false oath that she never sent me in Durgesh’s bedroom where Durgesh was already fucking her friend, Annavīdah Al Vaqār…”

“Allah,” Al Busharah Arraħmān was dumbfounded, “Tāī Ammī sent me here to take her mobile,”

Annavīdah Al Vaqār smiled at Al Busharah Arraħmān.

She neither freezed nor was ashamed of herself even a bit.

“Take it, your Tāī Ammī deliberately left her mobile on that table.”*

Al Qāsim Al Åbbās was startled.

“What? You still don’t believe that your wife is not faithful to you? Despite the fact that your Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, my innocent wife, took the oath on Al Qur’an Al Karīm itself?”

“Is your wife, my Ammī, is faithful to you?” Al Faisal Al Qāsim asked Al Qāsim Al Åbbās patiently, “Despite it, have you divorced her? No! My wife, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm, is innocent. Yet, I’ve divorced her. Only because I’d promised to divorce her to my Ammī, your ever dominant wife on you.”

Al Qāsim Al Åbbās could never imagine his son would talk with him ever in this way.

Why the hell Al Faisal Al Qāsim doesn’t believe his own Ammī, despite the fact that she had taken the oath on Al Qur’an Al Karīm even before their entire family, and Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm didn’t?

Was it because he had himself seen his Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, herself, fucking Durgesh astride on him?

Does Al Faisal Al Qāsim argue that Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās doesn’t have any moral right to discuss his wife’s character?

“You are forgetting that when Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās was fucking Durgesh, I myself was present there.” Al Qāsim Al Åbbās said gravely.

“Never. That’s the point, instead. Ammī was enjoying very much what she was doing with you. She was humiliating you, degrading you. Yet, you have forgiven her. My wife never degraded me, never humiliated me, yet the entire family asked me to divorce her. Why?”

“Because Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās fucks Durgesh for me, with my permission, in my very presence. Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm didn’t do it for you, with your permission, in your presence.”

“I still don’t believe Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm did it.” Al Faisal Al Qāsim said gravely, “She didn’t take oath because she understood why I was doing it and she cooperated with me.”

“I see. You are blindly obsessed with her enormous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty.”

“Aren’t you too?”

“Yes, I am.” Al Qāsim Al Åbbās thundered at his son, “Nāmurād, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās is doing it for me. I am grateful to her and you must also be, if you are really my son.”

“You doubt it, don’t you?”

Al Faisal Al Qāsim!!!” Al Qāsim Al Åbbās shouted at him.

“Who do you think my real father is? Durgesh himself?”

“Get out. Leave my house, at once!”

“Sure, that’s why I did what I did. I am leaving this house for ever. That’s why I paid my debt to my parents.”

“Debt?”

“Sure, what the hell else was I doing when I agreed with Ammī to divorce Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm if she took oath and Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm wouldn’t? I was paying the debt of her Milk.”*

Chapter 2

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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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