After the death sentence 4Posted: September 7, 2015
After the death sentence
She was now his steady girlfriend.
Neither had she ever wanted to be.
She was his Māmū, Muħammad Iqbāl’s daughter.
Maħmūd Sultān was sentenced to death unjustifiably.
“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.”
“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!”
“It’s not necessary to know to protect any client, exactly how many lawyers are there in your law firm.”
I smiled cunningly.
“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.”
“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?”
“They humiliated Hindus beyond every moral, beyond every humanity and beyond every human imagination.”
“How many were the Musalmīn then?”
“What do you mean?”
“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.
“It’s alright, Åzrah,” I put my palm on hers, “it’s not necessary.”
“Let me please him, Åzrah.”
“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.”
She started to kiss, lick and suck it.
I couldn’t stop anyone of them.
They were actually more interested in enjoying sex with me, instead.
We were passing neat little white homes with flowers and trees in the front yard.
Sājidah Taufīq had already sucked me for half an hour continuous.
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.
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.
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.
Sājidah Taufīq immediately put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately on my lips.*
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.”
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.”
“They are doing more dangerous things to us Musalmīn.”
“Oh, really? What?”
“Are you sure? I think it’s actually vice versa.”
“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.”
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam