After the death sentence 4

After the death sentence


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Chapter 4

Mohan Dīxit never wanted that Åzrah Iqbāl should fuck me ever.

She was now his steady girlfriend.

Yet, Åzrah Iqbāl wasn’t his wife.

Neither had she ever wanted to be.

The problem was Mohan Dīxit couldn’t get rid of Åzrah Iqbāl.

She was his Māmū, Muħammad Iqbāl’s daughter.

Nādirah Taufīq wanted Åzrah Iqbāl with Mohan Dīxit.

Mohan Dīxit couldn’t go against Nādirah Taufīq.

Maħmūd Sultān was sentenced to death unjustifiably.

Mohan Dīxit had tried his best to get justice for Maħmūd Sultān.

Durgesh, he has been framed.” Mohan Dīxit has told me.

“I understand Mohan, but I can’t represent every framed one personally, you know. My firm HVS Law Internationals has more than a million lawyers. We have our branches almost everywhere wherever at least there is a High Court. They peacefully co-exist everywhere.”

Mohan Dīxit smiled sarcastically.

“The extent to you take an interest in HVS Law Internationals, is evident from the fact that you don’t even know the actual number of legal minds you have there!”

I smiled.

“It’s not necessary to know to protect any client, exactly how many lawyers are there in your law firm.”

“Oh sure,” Mohan Dīxit laughed sarcastically, “I think most of these ‘more than one million lawyers’ are your beautiful Musalmān lady friends. Aren’t they?”

I smiled cunningly.

Mohan Dīxit, your companies too have most of the employees feminine and they are beautiful and your Musalmān lady friends too. Am I mistaken?”

“Not at all, not at all. But if you investigate you can easily find out I’m not exactly responsible for it. Nādirah Taufīq Bhābhījān, Åzrah Iqbāl and Ħafsah Aslam Bhābhījān have actually managed deliberately to do it, not I. I can’t go against them. Moreover, the women they employed are never liabilities to my companies. They are always assets instead.”

“Similarly,” I smiled intelligently, “it is difficult for anyone to keep track of the exact numbers of lawyers in HVS Law Internationals, because at any given moment there are a thousand or more leaving for a multitude of reasons and almost the same numbers are fresh new recruits trained and polished.”

“Very well answered.” Mohan Dīxit smiled, “I deserved it. Naturally I can’t win the master cross examiner in an argument.”

I smiled.

“Then, why the hell, are you trying to?”

“I’m sorry. I only want you won’t regret afterwards that you could have saved an innocent’s life if you had the chance.”


“He has been framed by the real terrorists, Durgesh. He is being sentenced to death because he didn’t cooperate with the dirty beasts.”

“How are you so confirm?”

“Because I know him personally. Maħmūd Sultān is the Indian anyone can be proud of. He believes that the Partition of India was a great blunder.”

“I see.”

“The then British forced it on Musalmīn. They fooled Musalmīn of that time that Hindus would punish Musalmīn for what Musalmīn have done with Hindus when Musalmīn were in power in India.”

“What Musalmīn have done with Hindus when Musalmīn were in power in India?”

“Oh, come on, Durgesh, don’t act as if you really don’t know it.” Mohan Dīxit complained.*

I watched Mohan Dīxit gravely.

“I really don’t know it, Mohan Dīxit. Tell me what the hell then Musalmīn have done with Hindus when Musalmīn were in power in India?”

“They humiliated Hindus beyond every moral, beyond every humanity and beyond every human imagination.”

“How many were the Musalmīn then?”

“What do you mean?”

“How many were the Musalmīn then? More than Hindus, or less than Hindus?”

“The Hindus are still more than Musalmīn many times. And so were they when Musalmīn were in power in India.” Mohan Dīxit informed me immensely disapproving of my attitude.

“And you want to tell me that those handful of Musalmīn oppressed manifold Hindus successfully when they were in power in India? And Hindus, so many times more than Musalmīn, did nothing to their oppressors? Do you really believe this utter nonsense?”

“You want to say these are only fictions, imaginations?”

“Political fictions, political imaginations, invented by then British rulers so that they could break the unity of then Indians and rule on us.”

HVS Law Internationals never failed to play the expansion game even more quickly than others.

It never failed to gobble up the other law firms in other cities, whether weaker or strong.

Even the strong law firms couldn’t give the constant positive results in the acquittal of innocent and framed ones.

They failed in competing with HVS Law Internationals in this toughest competition of talent, knowledge, experience and commitment to the cause.

They were fighting for money and fame.

HVS Law Internationals was fighting for justice to the innocents, framed ones and to the poor who couldn’t afford to pay the huge fees of those strong reputed law firms.

Soon HVS Law Internationals was more popular and more respected law firm everywhere.

Åzrah Iqbāl was playing with my Uncut Hindu Cock when Mohan Dīxit started the engine.

Mohan Dīxit was sweating already.

“It’s alright, Åzrah,” I put my palm on hers, “it’s not necessary.”

Sājidah Taufīq took my Uncut Hindu Cock in her beautiful young Musalmān palm, from Åzrah Iqbāl.

“Let me please him, Åzrah.”

“Your elder sister, Nādirah Taufīq, would kill me, Sājidah.” Åzrah Iqbāl smiled.

“I’m not pleased with Nādirah Taufīq Bājī.” Sājidah Taufīq said angrily, “She still suspects Maħmūd Sultān Bhāījān is really a terrorist. She should have more faith in Maħmūd Sultān Bhāījān. I appreciate Åābidah Sultān instead.”

Sājidah Taufīq bent and took my Uncut Hindu Cock into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She started to kiss, lick and suck it.

I couldn’t stop anyone of them.

I suspected neither Sājidah Taufīq nor Åzrah Iqbāl is actually interested in persuading me to represent Maħmūd Sultān.

They were actually more interested in enjoying sex with me, instead.

It was actually a golden opportunity for them to prove they were sacrificing for Nādirah Taufīq and Åābidah Sultān’s future.

Mohan Dīxit turned right on the main prison road.

We were passing neat little white homes with flowers and trees in the front yard.

Åzrah Iqbāl was sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock now, passionately.

Sājidah Taufīq had already sucked me for half an hour continuous.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was receiving best services from the beautiful Musalmān houseladies of Maħmūd Sultān.

No, they were neither society girls, nor sluts, as the Pseudo Musalmīn claimed about them.

They were only modern independent Musalmān women who deliberately never wanted to surrender to their ever jealous Pseudo Musalmīn mankind.

Sājidah Taufīq was a PhD even.

They both were unmarried.

I was actually the ever first man in Sājidah Taufīq’s life.

Wasn’t it amazing?

Sājidah Taufīq was twenty eight already.

None believed Sājidah Taufīq was still a virgin.

Yet, it was true.

She believed in modern values.

Sājidah Taufīq was not traditional at all.

Neither Åzrah Iqbāl was.

An arrow on a road sign pointed right to Unit 786.

How ironic it was.

786 was a religious number in modern day Islam and now they were keeping pseudo Islamic terrorists in this Unit.

With Mohan Dīxit driving our car, we turned very slowly.

Within seconds we were on a dirt road that led us quickly to some serious fencing and razor wire.

Now, Sājidah Taufīq had lifted her garārā up and had straddled me.

My Uncut Hindu Cock touched her virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt between her labial lips.

Sājidah Taufīq immediately put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately on my lips.*

Sājidah Taufīq pushed herself down on my almost ever erect Hindu Penis.

It started to enter her immediately.

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“My pleasure,” Sājidah Taufīq smiled gratefully, “I’ve dreamed of you. Yet I never believed I can be so lucky.”

“I’m honored,”

“Perhaps it’s quite contrary. There are infinite Musalmān Beauties but there is only one Durgesh.”

“You are being very kind to me.” I smiled feeling my one fourth Uncut Hindu Cock inside her virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

She felt it inside her and smiled triumphantly.

Nādirah Taufīq Bājī said,

“It’s not easy to fuck Durgesh.”

“Nonsense,” Sājidah Taufīq laughed at her elder sister, “You never tried. If you had, you too could have.”

Sājidah Taufīq, it’s forbidden in Islam.”

Nādirah Taufīq, it’s forbidden in Pseudo Islam, not in Islam ever.”

“I see,” Nādirah Taufīq said sarcastically, “so you think Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam established Islam so that all the Muslimāt should marry Hindu rascals?”

Hindus aren’t as rascals as the Pseudo Musalmīn are ever.” Sājidah Taufīq said insistently, “Hindus aren’t running the terrorist organizations to kill anyone that isn’t Hindu.”

“They are doing more dangerous things to us Musalmīn.”

“Oh, really? What?”

“They fuck us Musalmān Beauties everywhere wherever they can.”

“Are you sure? I think it’s actually vice versa.”

“That’s their dirty deliberately determined publicity. No Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman ever wants to have sex with a dirty Hindu.”

“You are living in fool’s paradise, Nādirah Taufīq.” Sājidah Taufīq said contemptuously, “I don’t want a terrorist/potential terrorist husband. Neither I want my children to be terrorist. I want a happy family and enjoy my life as much as I can.”

Chapter 5


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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