Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā-2
Posted: January 11, 2010 Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat, Uncategorized | Tags: Afshān Siddiqui, Al Afshān Al Saåeed Al Siddīquī, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Naziya Khan, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex 4 CommentsTujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā Tujhé Chodā Mainé
Aur chodtā rahūn tujhé hai bas yehī duā
‘The fifteen days of intense sex, love and lust’
Chapter 2
Pahla Din: 12.00 PM
Doosrā Din
Yeh aħsās mujhe Naziya Khan ne abhi tak kħūb achchhī taraħ karā diya thā ki yadi main đāl đāl hūn to voh bhī pāt pāt hai.
Kam nahinn hai mujhse kisi bhī taraħ.
Peechhe se mere Hindu Purush shareer kī sampoorñ lambāī maħsoos kar rahī thī Naziya Khan.
Svasth, balishth, Hindu Purush shareer!
Aur jis taraħ kaskar maine use mujhse satā rakhā thā usse yeh aħsās bhī kħūb achchhi taraħ ho rahā thā Naziya Khan ko ki main kitnā balshaalī hūn.
Mere ghutne uske ghutnon ke pichhle ħisson se sate hué the.
Uski Pakistani shalwar ke oopar se hi merā lambā motā Hindu Lund apne donon sudaul Pakistani Musalmān koolhon ke beech chubhtā huā maħsoos kar rahī thī Naziya khan.
Apne aap par ghuroor ho āyā use.
Durgesh beshak sab kuchhh hai, lekin voh bhī kuchhh kam nahīn.
Aaj savere se hi Durgesh use chodne ke liye kis buri taraħ pāgal ho rahā hai, yeh kyā dékhā nahīn hai usne?
Havas se bharpoor mardānā nazron ko na pahchān sake itni bewaqoof nahīn hai voh.
Durgesh use chodne ke liye, uski Ħaseeno jameel Pakistani Musalmān gaanđ mārne ke liye kis buri taraħ betāb ho rahā hai, yeh kħud Durgesh kā Hindu Lund batā rahā hai uske donon Pakistani Musalmān koolhon ke beech buri taraħ thanthanā thanthanā kar.
Kasmasākar apne donon sudaul Pakistani Musalmān koolhe mere Hindu Lund par se hatāne ki koshish ki Naziya Khan ne.
Lekin fauran hi use aħsās ho gayā ki yeh mumkin nahīn hai.
Maine Bahutkaskar mere Hindu bāhupāsh men jakađ rakhā thā usé.
Naziya Khan ke hilne dulne aur kasmasāne se aur ulte yeh huā thā ki merā Hindu Lund phoolne lag gayā thā uske Pakistani Musalmān koolhon ke beech, unke beech ki darār ki nashīlī ragađ se.
Aur― aur gahrāī tak andar samāné lag gayā thā.
Uski sāđī scheme chaupat karke rakh di thī is Hindusthāni Hindu naujavān ne.
Kahaan voh yeh scheme banā rahī thī din bhar se ki pahle aath dinon tak to voh Durgesh ko apne aap ko hargiz na chodne degi.
Durgesh pataaye use in aath dinon tak.
Phir Båqī saat din chodé, uski Pakistani Musalmān gaanđ mare, kuchhh bhī kare! Jo bhī voh karnā chāhtā ho uske saath.
Lekin Durgesh itnā shaatir thā ki usne pahle hi din use itni majboor kar diya thā.
Ab voh kħud hi aath dinon tak intezar karne ke liye tayyār nahīn thī.
Voh chāhtī thī ab ki Durgesh use isī vaqt chodé!
Fauran chodé!
Aur is taraħ kas kas kar chodé ki jo bhī dekhe use Durgesh kī Musalmān rakhail, Durgesh ki Muslim dāsī, Durgesh ki Musalmān kaneez, Durgesh ki Musalmān laundī hī samjhe baghair na rahe.
Lutf ki baat yeh hai ki aesa sirf Naziya Khan akélī nahīn chahti.
Durgesh ki har Musalmān ‘dost’― haan! Durgesh ko yehi lafz pasand hai― Durgesh ki har Musalmān ‘dost’ yehi chahti hai ki Durgesh use apni Musalmān rakhail samjhe, apni Muslim dasi, apni Musalmān kaneez, apni Musalmān laundi samjhe.
Lekin Durgesh kisi ki ek nahīn chalne deta.
Voh un sabko apni dost kahtā hai.
Dost!
Lāħaul vilā qoovat illā villāħ!
Voh sab milkar Musalmānon ko zaleel karnā chāhtī hain lekin Durgesh aesa bilkul nahīn chāhtā.
Naziya Khan ne kasmsānā band kar diya.
Durgesh uskā hai? Unkā hai? Yā Musalmānon kā hai?
Agar Durgesh Musalmānon kā bhī hai to Durgesh ko yeh faisalā lene par to majboor kar degi voh ki Durgesh ke liye zyādah ahmiyat kinki hai.
Musalmān Lađkiyon aur Musalmān åuraton kī ya Musalmān mardon ki?
Naziya Khan hansee.
Musalmān mard!
Mard!
Hāhāhā!
Saalé nāmard kahin ke!
Koī Musalmān mard bhī hotā hai kyā?
Intihāī nāmard hote hain yeh saare ke saare Musalmān.
Musalmān Lađkiyon aur Musalmān åuraton par itne zulm dhaaye hain in kameenon ne ki voh inhen hargiz måāf nahīn kar sakti.
Durgesh kahega tab bhī nahīn.
Aur Durgesh ko uskā sāth dena hogā.
Musalmān mardon kā nahīn.
Ākħir kyā de sakte hain yeh Musalmān mard Durgesh ko?
Musalmān Lađkiyon aur Musalmān åuratén to zindgi bhar chudvā sakti hain Durgesh se.
Itne maze de sakti hain ki Durgesh Jannate Phirdaus men parvāz kartā rahégā tamam ůmr bhar!
Musalmān mard kyā de sakte hain Durgesh ko?
Gaanđ marā sakte hain Durgesh se apni?
Voh bhī jitni shāndār Musalmān Lađkiyon aur Musalmān åuraton ki hoti hain, Musalmān mardon ki thođé hi hoti hain.
Apni tāqat kħūb achchhī taraħ samajh gaī hai Naziya Khan ab.
Uski tāqat hai uskā jism.
Uskā Bepanāh Pakistani Musalmān Ħusn!
Musalmān mard iska muqāblā kabhī nahīn kar sakte.
Voh aesa uthā uthā kar patakħvāyegī Musalmān mardon ko isī Durgesh se ki Musalmān mard Allah Miyān ki Panāh māngne lag jaayenge.
Durgesh ke haath men qalam hai aur qalam ki tāqat kħūb achchhī taraħ pahchanti hai Naziya Khan.
Durgesh vohi likhega jo Naziya Khan chāhégī.
Kasmasānā band kar diyā Naziya Khan ne.
Shishnāgr se bhī thođā zyādah merā Hindu Lund apne donon kunvāré Pakistani Musalmān koolhon ke beech samāyā huā maħsoos kar rahī thī Naziya Khan.
Voh zarā sa bhī hilti to seedha uski ħaseen dilkash Pakistani Musalmān gaanđ ke soorākħ par jaakar chubhne lagta thā merā Hindu Lund.
Durgesh ki donon hatheliyon ne uske donon uroz buri taraħ daboch rakhe the.
Uski tez tez saansen aur mere Hindu shvās prashvās mātr the jo is vaqt sannāté ko bhang kar rahe the.
Aur Naziya Khan ki tezi se dhađak rahī dil ki dhađkanen!
“Sālī!” main bolā, “Mujhe tere irādé Bahutkħatarnāk lag rahe hain.”
“Achchhā!” Naziya Khan hansee, “Bhalā kyā bigāđ sakti hūn main Tumhārā?”
“Merā na sahi. Kisi aur kā.”
“Kiskā?”
“Musalmān mardon kā.”
“Tumhen Bahutpyaare hain Musalmān mard. Hai na?”
“Yaar! Ab tu―”
“Kyon pyaare hain?”
“Kyā matlab?”
“Gaanđ marāté hain tumse apni?”
“Eīshān Eīshān Shammā Shamīshān!”
“Kyā matlab huā iska?”
“Kiska?”
“Isī kā jo abhi tumne Sanskr’t men kahā?”
“Sanskr’t nahīn samajhti?”
“Hindu Piyā! Main Pakistani hūn. Musalmān hūn. Tumhārī taraħ Hindu nahīn hūn. Main Urdu men MA aur phir Iqbāl ki Shāårī par PhD karnā chāhtī hūn.”
“Tab to kħūb guzregi jo mil baithe hain deevāné do.”
“Yåni?”
“Main bhī Iqbāl kā fan hūn.”
“Allah! Allah! Hindu Piyā! Aap bhī?”
“Haan bhāī! Kyon? Main Iqbāl kā fan nahīn ho sakta?”
“Ho to sakte ho. Lekin tumhare jaisa kattar Hindu―”
“Sālī! Main jitna kattar Hindu hūn usse bhī adhik kattar insaan hūn. Iqbāl ne likha thā:
‘Mazhab nahīn sikhātā aapas men
bair rakhnā,
Hindi hain hum vatan hai Hindostān hůmra.’”
“Yeh to tabki baat hai, jab Pakistan nahīn banā thā.”
“Aur Pakistan banne ke båd?”
“Pakistan banne ke båd Marħūm Ållāmā Sir Muħammad Iqbāl ne likha:
‘Muslim hain hum vatan hai sārā jahān hůmra
―”
“To kyā huā? Main bhī to kahtā hūn:
‘Hindu hūn main vatan hai kul åālmīn merā.’
―”
“Taubah! Taubah! Kis mitti ke bane ho tum?”
“Usi Hindusthani mitti kā merī Jaan! Naziya Khan! Jiska ek ħissā aajkal Pakistan ke naam se jaana jaane lag gayā hai aur jiskī mitti se tū bani hai.”
“Yåni hum donon ek hi mitti ke bane hué hain?”
“Mitti ek hi hai. Mitti ek hi hoti hai:
‘Bané ho ek kħāk se to door kyā qareeb kyā?
Lahū kā rang ek hai amīr kyā gharīb kyā?’”
Naziya Khan palti aur phir usne kichkichākar mujhe choom liyā.
“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.”
Main hansā.
“I know, my darling! I know.”
“Duniyā se Musalmān mardon se
Main aaj baghāvat kartī hūn.
Main tumse Muħabbat kartī hūn.
Main tumse Muħabbat kartī hūn.”
“Naziya!”
“Roké chāhé roké, zamānā chāhé roké,
Roke chāhé Kħudā―
Hum na honge judā.”
Maine muskurākar mere Hindu Lund kā ek thahokā lagāyā kaskar Naziya Khan ki bepanāh ħaseen dilkash Pakistani Musalmān gaanđ ke andar.
“Yåni ki pat gaī?”
Naziya Khan ne hanskar mujhe aankh mārī.
“Bilkul pat gaī. Lekin merī Jaan! Durgesh Shreemān! Is ghalatfahmī men mat rahnā ki tumne mujhe pataayaa hai.”
“Aré! Abhi bhī ghalatfahmi? Sālī! Jab tū kħud iqrār kar rahī hai ki―”
“Main yeh iqrār kar rahī hūn ki tumne mujhe nahīn patāyā. Maine tumhen patāyā hai.”
“Eīshān Eīshān! Shammā Shamīshān!”
“Ab samajh men āyā?”
“ú ‘kUu¨ fe=: ‘ka o#.k% ‘kUu¨ ÒoRo¸;Zek! ‘Om shanno Mitrah sham Varuñah shanno bhavatvaryyamā!’ Mujhe nahīn måālūm thā ki Pakistan itnā modern ho gayā hai.”
“Aré! Tum samajhte kyā ho mere Pakistan ko?” Naziya Khan chanchanākar bolī.
“Merā Shvasurālaý. Merī Sasurāl. Koī aeterāz Jaane man?”
“Savāl hi nahīn paida hotā. Tum to hum tamam Pakistani Musalmān lađkiyon aur tamām Pakistani Musalmān åuraton ko chod dālo. Sab tumhen duaayen dengi.”
“Sālī! Pahle kħud ko to chodne de! Hatā teri yeh Pakistani shalwar aur panties. Mere Hindu Lund ko rok rakhā hai inhone teri Pakistani Musalmān gaanđ ke andar jađ tak samāné se! Hatā inhen aur poora jađ tak samākar vileen hone de merā Hindu Lund teri Pakistani Musalmān gaanđ ke andar.”
Mere Hindu Lund kā ek aur zabardasht thahokā lagāyā maine Naziya Khan ki dilkash Pakistani Musalmān gaanđ ke andar.
Naziya Khan siskī.
“Yā Allah! Durgesh! Mere Hindusthani Hindu Piyā! Aré! Pahle merī shalwar to utār lo!” Uski Pakistani Musalmān gaanđ kā soorākħ phailtā huā maħsoos kiyā thā Naziya Khan ne aur merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund shishnāgr samet andar samātā maħsoos kiyā thā.
Soorākħ jitna phail gayā thā phailā hi rahā.
Merā Hindu Lund jahan tak samā gayā thā samāyā hi rahā. Peechhe nahīn hata voh.
“Main sab samajh rahī hūn.”
“Kyā samajh rahī hai?”
“Tum mujhe sata rahe ho.”
“Sālī! Jab pyaar tujhe karoonga to satane kyā teri Ammī ko jāūngā?”
“Ae! Ammī tak nahīn! Ammī tak nahīn.”
“Burā lagā?”
“Nahīn burā to nahīn lagā lekin pahle bétī ko to chod lo phir Ammī tak pahunchnā.”
“Tū chodne degi mujhe teri Ammī ko?”
“Aré! Main kahti hūn pahle bétī ko to―”
“Bétī kā kyā hai. Bétī Sālī to ab chudī chudāī hi hai.”
“Ae! Wāh! Main kyā chuđné ke pahle hi daal roti ho gaī?”
“Aur nahīn to kyā! Sālī ab to tū merī cheez hai.”
“Ek Hindusthani ki Pakistani cheez?”Naziya Khan hansee.
Uski ħaseen aankhon men mastiyon ke surkħ doré utar aaye the.
“Haan!”
“Ek Hindu ki Musalmān cheez?”
“Bilkul.”
“Ek hindusthani Hindu ek Pakistani Musalmān lađkī ki izzat loot rahā hai?”
“Sālī! Ek hindusthani Hindu ek Pakistani Musalmān lađkī ko pyaar bhī to kar sakta hai.”
“Mujhe bewaqoof mat banāo. Main sab samajhti hūn.”
“Aap kuchhh nahīn samajhtīn. Aap jhakh maarti hain.”
Naziya Khan ke donon bađé bađé vishāl Pakistani Musalmān koolhe merī Hindu Purush god men buri taraħ kaskar samaye hué the.
Usne chhitakkar unhen merī god se hatāne ki koshish ki.
Kintu koshish nākām rahī.
Main uske Himālaý ki chotiyon jaise unnat Pakistani Musalmān urozon se khelna lagā.
Voh siskī.
“Allah! Allah!”
“Sālī Allah! Allah! kartī hai.”
“Haan! Tum to maze lo.”
“Aur tū to jaise saza kaat rahī hai.”
“Aré! Mere kapđé to utār lo, lillah!”
“Marī jaa rahī hai Sālī nangi hone ke liye!”
“Aré! Kahān ghuseđé de rahe ho? Merī shalwar phat jayegi.”
“Jo ki tere hone wale Kħasam ne laakar di thī tujhe?”
“Aré! Mere hone wale aur ho chuke Kħasam sirf tum ho.”
“To marī kyon jaa rahī hai? Doosri shalwar le lena.”
“Nahīn. Yeh Zohra Bājī ne mujhe gift ki thī.”
“Teri Zohra Bājī ki choot men merā Hindu Lund. Sālī!”
“Aré! Tum mujhe chod rahe ho ya merī Ammī aur Bājī ko?”
“Tum teenon ko.”
“Taubah! Taubah!”
“Vaise main tum Musalmānon ki maaon ko bhī chod rahā hūn.”
“Ummihātul Momineenrz ko? Taubah! Taubah!”
“ Aur binnāte Tāhirāt ko bhī.”
“Yā Allah!”
Dil hi dil men kħūb kħush ho rahī thī voh.
Use Musalmānon ko aur Dīne Islam ko di jaane wali har gaali beħad pasand thī.
Aur voh bhī ek Hindu ke munh se?
Voh fida ho chuki thī mujh par poori taraħ.
Apne tasavvurāt men Naziya Khan dekh rahī thī ki main sachmuch hi Ummihātul Momineenrz ko chod rahā hūn.
Binnāte Tāhirātrz ko bhī chod rahā hūn.
Saāabiyāte Tāhirātrz ko bhī chod rahā hūn.
Merā Hindu Lund uske tasavvurāt men un sabrz ki muqddas Årab Musalmān Chūton men chal chalkar chiknā ho rahā thā.
Ummihātul Momineenrz , Binnāte Tāhirātrz , Saāabiyāte Tāhirātrz sab ki sab ekdam mādarzad nangi thin mere sāth.
Main bhī sarvathā nagn thā.
Allah! kaash! Yeh sab sirf tasavvurāt men na ho rahā hotā.
Durgesh vāqaī hi in sab ko chod rahā hotā.
In sab ki muqaddas dilkash Årab Musalmān gaanđén maar rahā hotā.
Jab se usne Durgesh ko dékhā tha―
Jabse usne Durgesh ke bare men sunā tha―
Yeh tasavvur uske hosho havās par buri taraħ chhā kar rah gayā thā ki Durgesh na sirf Saůūdī Årab Muslimāt ko, na sirf other Årab Muslimāt ko, aur na sirf Other Muslimāt ko, balki tamām Ummihātul Momineenrz ko, tamām Binnāte Tāhirātrz ko, aur tamām Saāabiyāte Tāhirātrz ko bhī chod rahā hai. Un sabrz ki dilkash Årab Muslimāt gaanđén buri taraħ kas kas kar maar rahā hai.
Phir uske tasavvurāt aur phaile the.
Usne kħvābon men yeh dekhna shurū kar diyā thā ki tamām åālmīn men kahin aesi koī Musalmān lađkī aur kahin aesi koī Musalmān åurat nahīn hai jo Durgesh se na Chudvātī ho, jo Durgesh se apni ħaseen Musalmān gaanđ na marātī ho.
Apni bađī bahan Zohra Khan se zikr kiyā thā usne.
Zohra Bājī ne use buri taraħ dāntā thā.
“Pāgal ho gaī hai tū? Musalmānon ko patā chalā ki tū aesa sochti hai to maar daalenge tujhe.”
“Aré! Jaao! Main in heejađon se nahīn darti.”
“Aré! Tū kyā samajhti hai, Naziya! Saare ke saare Musalmān heejađe hote hain teri nazron men kyā?”
“Agar aesa na hotā Bājī to hum Musalmān lađkiyān aur Musalmān åuraten aaj har jagah Hinduon se kyon chudvā rahī hotin?” Naziya Khan ne muskurā kar savāl kiyā thā.
Bājī Zohra Khan dekhti hi rah gain thin uski taraf.
Kuchh bol nahīn saki thin.
Kam Jiyali nahīn thī Naziya Khan.
Sālī bāqāådā raat bhar meri Pakistani Musalmān Ghođī banī rahī.
Apne donon sudaul koolhe usne jo meri Hindu Purush God men samāye the to phir unhen vahan se hatane ka nam hi nahinn liya thā.
Mera Hindu Lund phanphanāta rahā thā uske donon koolhon ke beech.
Maine bhī uske donon uroz daboch liye the.
Usne haule se peechhe paltkar meri or dekha thā.
“Lutf to aa rahā hai na?”
“Bus thođā sa tera yeh libas hat jata na beech se to, Eīshānasý sauMusalmān gānđ ham! itna maza aata ki tū bhī yaad karti, Hindusthān men koi chodne wala mila thā.”
“Voh to hai―voh to hai.”
“To phir kyā irada hai meri sarkar ka?”
“Kis måāmlé men?”
“Yehi libas beech se hatane ke måāmlé men?”
“Hut jayega―hut jayega. Aapko ħaseenāon ki kyā kami hai Muslimāt Ramañ! Maine pahla shakħs dekha hai jo ħaseenon ke chakkar nahinn kāttā, jiske chakkar Ħaseenayen kāttī hain.”
“Dhanyavād―dhanyavād― Tumne to― Sorry― Aapne to―――――-“
Usne mera lund apne donon koolhon ke beech buri taraħ kaskar bheencha.
Maine buri taraħ siskari li.
“Kyā karti hai? Kyā karti hai?”
“Kħabardār jo ‘aap’ kahā.”
Main muskuraya.
“Aap chahti hain ki main aap ko ‘tum’ kahun?”
Usne mera Hindu lund phir buri taraħ kaskar bheencha apne donon extra ordinary ħaseen koolhon ke beech.
“Main chahti hun ki tum mujhe ‘too’ kaho”.”
“N’ ‘aap’ na ‘tum’ seedhe ‘too’?”
“Haan! Jab tum mujhe too kahte ho to tumhārī āvāz men itna pyaar hota hai mere liye ki utna pyār maine mere liye aaj tak kisi ki āvāz men nahinn maħsoos kiyā.”
Main hansa.
“Isliye ki main tujhe chodnā chahta hun.”
Achānak hi zahrili ho uthi Naziya Khan ki āvāz.
“Chodnā to mujhe Bahutchahte hain, Durgesh Sāħab! N’ sirf Pakistan men, Karachi men, balki yahan aap ke Hindusthan men bhī mujhe chodnā chahne valon ki tadad kam nahinn hai. Lekin un ki āvāz men itni havis, itni kħudgharzi, hoti hai ki mujhe unki āvāz sunkar hi unse nafrat maħsoos hone lagti hai.”
“Naziya Khan Sāħibā!”
“Maine Pakistan men sunā thā, tum Pyar ke devta ho, Muħabbat ke nākħudā ho, sex god ho, apni jān se bhī zyādah chāhte ho tum hum Musalmān lađkiyon aur hum Musalmān åuraton ko ― yaqeen nahinn aata thā ki kisi ek hi shakħs ke andar itni sāđī kħusoosiyāt ek saath kaise ho sakti hain.”
“Naziya!”
“Tumse chudvāné ke liye foreign se tourist aati hain, phir bhī hum Musalmān lađkiyon aur hum Musalmān åuraton ko chodnā hi tumhen zyādah pasand hai. Poochh sakti hun―kyon?”
“Tumhen yaqeen nahinn hoga sunkar.”
“Kyon nahinn hoga?”
“Isliye ki aaj tak kisi ko nahinn huā.”
“Vallah! Tum yeh bhī jante ho?”
“Mujhse chudvāné vali har Musalmān lađkī aur har Musalmān åurat ne kabhī na kabhī yeh savāl mujh se zaroor kiyā hai. Lekin shāyad hi kisi ne mere jawab ke sach hone par yaqeen kiyā ho.”
“I see.”
“Sab yehi samajhti hain ki main unhen isliye chodta hun ki main ek phirqāparast Hindu hun aur Musalmān lađkiyon aur Musalmān åuraton ko chodne se mere phirqaparast Hindu Lund ko taskeen milti hai.”
“Jabki yeh sach nahinn hai?”
“Tumhen kyā lagta hai? Main ek phirqaparast Hindu hun?”
“Yeh hamari pahli mulaqat hai. Isliye is savāl ke jawab men bhalā kyā kah sakti hun main?”
“Tum thik kah rahī ho.”
“Lekin phir bhī ek baat zaroor kahna chahti hun main iske jawab men.”
“Bolo.”
“Agar tum vāqaåee phirqaparast ho, agar phirqaparast Hindu vāqaåee tumhare jaise hote hain, to Allah kare ki saare ke saare Hindu phirqaparast ho jaayen!”
“Naziya!”
“Hum Musalmān lađkiyān aur hum Musalmān åuraten Musalmānon se tang aa chuki hain Durgesh! Please fuck us. Please fuck all of us, if it is possible for you.”
Main muskurāyā.
“Lekin too mujhe chodne Kahān de rahī hai apne aap ko?”
“Chodne doongi. Thođā sabr karo, please!”
“‘Vaståīnū bissabri vassalāti. V’ innahā l’ kabīrtun illā ålalkħāsiåīn.’―?”
“Allah meri taubah! Allah meri taubah! Itni faseeħ Årabī? Tum itni shāndār Årabī jānte ho?”
“Jab Årab Muslimāt ko chodne ka shauq hai, to Årabī to janni aur samajhni hi padegi na?”
“Aré! Tum ko kyā zaroorat hai kuchhh karne ki Årab Muslimāt ko chodne ke liye? Jo chudvāné ke liye mari ja rahī hain, unko hi karne do na sab kuchhh.”
Main hansā.
“Main Årab Muslimāt ko is baat ki sazā nahīn de sakta Naziya darling! Ki voh mujhe pyār kartī hain.”
“Aré! Kis mitti ke bane ho tum? Yeh pyār nahīn hai. Havis hai. Yeh tamām kambakħt Årab Muslimāt aur Other Muslimāt tumse chudvānā chāhtī hain aur bas.”
“Kyon chudvānā chāhtī hain mujhse?”
“Kyonki tum number one chodne waale ho is vaqt tamām åālmīn men. ‘Arabmatchmaking’ aur ‘Muslims4Mrriage’ donon men tumhare profile men tumne saaf likh rakhā hai ki tum Hindu ho aur Årab Muslimāt aur Other Muslimāt ke sāth sirf friendship aur romance chahte ho. Iske bāvajood tumse flirt karne wali Årab Muslimāt aur Other Muslimāt ki line lagi huī hain ‘Arabmatchmaking’ aur ‘Muslims4Mrriage’ men bhī aur vaise bhī. Isse tumhārī samajh men nahīn aata ki yeh sab saaliyan Årab Muslimāt aur Other Muslimāt tumhārā Hindu Lund enjoy karnā chāhtī hain apni Årab Muslimāt Chooton aur other Muslimāt Chooton men?”
“Yehi to prashn hai ki merā hi kyon?”
“Aré! Bataya na ki tum number one chodne waale ho is vaqt tamām åālmīn men.
Naziya Khan ke ħaseen dilkash Pakistani Musalmān koolhe kaskar merī Hindu Purush god men samāyé hué the.
Main uske ħaseen Pakistani Musalmān Urozon se khel rahā thā.
Maaré bechaini ke Naziya Khan apne donon sudaul dilkash bađé bađé Pakistani Musalmān koolhe merī Hindu Purush god men kasmasāné lagī.
Mere Hindu Lund par unki nashīlī mādak ragađ pāgal banāné lag gaī mujhe.
Uskī Pakistani Musalmān gaanđ kā soorākħ uskī shalwar par se hi mere Hindu shishnāgr chhidr par buri taraħ kas kas kar ragađ khā rahā thā.
Merā Hindu Lund kasmasā kasmasā kar phoolne lagā Naziya Khan ke dono vishāl Pakistani Musalmān koolhon ke beech.
Naziya Khan siskī.
“Allah! Allah! kyā kar rahe ho? Aré! Chodte kyon nahīn mujhe? Ya phir gaanđ hi māro merī. Kuchhh to karo. Lillāh! Main pāgal ho rahī hūn.”
“Mere Hindu Lund ke liye?”main muskurāyā.
“Haan! Baba! Haan! Tumhāré Hindu Lund ke liye.”
“Ek Pakistani Musalmān lađkī?”
“Haan! Bābā! Haan!”
“Ek Hindusthani Hindu Lund ke liye pāgal ho rahī hai?”
“Haan! Meri Jān! Haan!”
“Sharm nahīn aatī Sālī! tujhé?”
Naziya Khan mastiyon men bolī.
“Kis baat par?”
“Isī baat par ki tū ek Pakistani Musalmān lađkī hai. Phir bhī merā Hindu Lund apni Pakistani Musalmān Choot aur Pakistani Musalmān gaanđ ke andar nigalne ke liye marī jaa rahī hai.”
“Tab to tumhen mujhse bhī zyādah sharm aani chāhiyé.”Naziya Khan nihāyat hi besharmī ke sāth bolī.
Apne donon ħaseen Pakistani Musalmān koolhon ke beech ek meethī nashīlī si mādak khujlī paidāhoti maħsoos hone lag gaī Naziya Khan ko.
“Aré! Mujhe kyon sharm aani chāhiyé Sālī? Mere liye to yeh garv ki baat hai. Gaurav ki baat hai.”
“Tumhen isliye sharm aani chāhiyé ki hum tamām Musalmān lađkiyān aur tamām Musalmān åuraten tumhen bewaqoof banā kar tumhāré sāth maze loot rahī hain. Aur aap janab bewaqoof ban rahe hain.”
Merā Hindu Lund us khujlī ko mitātā huā nahsoos ho rahā thā Naziya Khan ko jo uske Pakistani Musalmān koolhon ke beech mere Hindu Lund ki ragađ se paidā ho rahī thī lagātār.
‘Tera Hindu Lund hai mere
do Muslim Koolhon ke beech,
khujlī kaskar uthi Piyā!
Ab ise mitā fauran Meri Jān!’
“Sālī! Ismen bewaqoof banné ki kyā baat hai? Agar ise hi tum log merā bewaqoof bannā samajhtī ho to main anantkāl tak is taraħ tum Musalmān lađkiyon aur tum Musalmān åuraton ke haathon beaqoof banné ke liye kħushī kħushī tayyār hūn.”
“Isīliye to Ħumairā tumhen aankh kā andhā aur naam Nayansukh kahtī hai.” Naziya Khan ne mujhe punah uttejit karne ki koshish ki.
Ab usse sabr nahīn ho rahā thā.
Ab voh chāhtī thī ki main use tatkāl chodne lag jaaun ya phir kam se kam gaanđ hi maarne lagūn uskī.
“Chalo! Ħumairā se chhutti mili.”
“Kyā matlab?”
“Ab Ħumairā ko chodnā band.”
“Haaye Allah! Aesa mat karnā.” Naziya Khan ghabra kar bolī, “Mujhe jaan se maar daalegi Ħumairā agar tumne use chodnā band kiyā to.”
“Shāheen ne isiliye Satish ko chhođā hai ki uskī sab saheliyan mujhse Chudvātī hain aur keval voh akélī Satish par marti thī.”
“Kitne samajhdār hain aap. Kitnī jaldī samajh gaye.” Naziya Khan jalkar bolī.
“Tū theek kahtī hai. Mujhe pahle hi yeh baat samajh jaani chāhiyé thī ki jab tak main Shāheen aur Nāzish ki saheliyon ko chodnā band nahīn karūngā, Shāheen Satish ke paas hargiz vaapas nahīn jayegi.”
Naziya Khan ghabrā gaī.
“Aré! Pāgal ho gaye ho kyā? Mujhe marvānā chāhté ho kyā yahān Hindusthān men Shāheen aur Nāzish ki saheliyon ke haathon? Sab ki sab Jootiyon se voh tājposhī karengi merī ki mujhe Hindusthān se vaapas Pakistan khadeđkar hi rukengi. Un sabko chodnā band mat karnā please!”
Main muskurāyā.
Naziya Khan kā jee chaah rahā thā ki voh zor zor se apne Pakistani Musalmān koolhe chalāne lage.
Allah! Allah! yeh shakħs poora jādūgar hai.
Yeh use chod nahīn rahā hai, use is baat par majboor kar rahā hai ki voh kħud hi pāgal hokar use chodne lag jaye.
Lagtā hai yeh iski kħās technique hai.
Zaroor isī taraħ isne Shāheen ko bhī apne aap ko chodne par majboor kiyā hogā.
Tabhī to abhi tak tađap rahī hai Sahaheen ki Durgesh use nahīn chodtā, voh Durgesh ko chodtī hai.
Achānak hi Naziya Khan buri taraħ baukhlā gaī.
Kahīn Durgesh use bhī to doosri Shāheen Khan nahīn banānā chāhtā?
Yåni Durgesh Naziya Khan ko nahīn chodegā.
Naziya Khan Durgesh ko chodegī.
Durgesh use itni pāgal banā dega apne liye ki voh kħud apne dil aur apne jism ke haathon pāgal hokar Durgesh par pil pađegi aur Durgesh ko kħud chodkar rakh degi.
Kħud nangi hogi.
Kħud Durgesh ko nanga karegi.
Kħud pakđegi Durgesh kā Hindusthani Hindu Lund.
Kħud use apni Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke munh se lagayegi.
Kħud dhakke lagayegi aur andar ghuseđ legi Durgesh kā Hindusthani Hindu Lund.
Naziya Khan ne baukhlākar merī taraf dékhā.
Kyā Durgesh sachmuch aesa chāhtā hai?
Kyā Durgesh sachmuch nahīn chodegā Naziya Khan ko?
Kyā sachmuch Naziya Khan hi Durgesh ko chodegī?
Pandrah dinon tak?
Poore pandrah dinon tak yehi hogā?
Durgesh Naziya Khan konahinn chodegā in pandrah dinon tak?
Naziya Khan hi chodegī Durgesh ko?
Pāgalon ki taraħ chodtī rahegi Durgesh ko raat din se pandrah dinon tak?
Aur phir jab yahān se vaapas jayegi Pakistan to usi taraħ royā karégī jis taraħ aaj Shāheen Khan ro rahī hai ki Durgesh use nahīn chodtā, voh Durgesh ko chodti hai?
Durgesh ne nahīn chodā use, voh Durgesh ko chodkar aaī hai?
Women psychology specialist hai Durgesh.
Kitnā zabardasht specialist!
Kitnā zabardasht specialist!
Aur Musalmān lađkiyān aur Musalmān åuraten kahtī hain ki Durgesh hamārā Masīħā hai.
Muslimāt and Durgesh are made for each other!
Muslimāt and Durgesh are made for each other!
Muslimāt and Durgesh are made for each other!
Naziya Khan ke Pakistani Musalmān koolhe hil rahe the!
Uskī Pakistani Musalmān gaanđ kasmasā rahī thī.
Khujlī bađhtī jaa rahī thī.
Aah! Kitnā achchhā lag rahā hai Durgesh kā Hindu Lund use apne donon Pakistani Musalmān koolhon ke beech lagātār mutawātir ragađon par ragađen khātā huā.
Uskī Pakistani Musalmān gaanđ ke choost soorākħ par ragađ khātā huā.
Khujlī nirantar utārottar bađhtī jaa rahī thī mutawātir.
Aur ab to Naziya Khan ki Pakistani Musalmān gaanđ kā soorākħ bhī khujlāné lag gayā thā.
Aur― aur―ab―ab to―
Yā Allah!
Yā Kħātooné Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadā Fātimā razee Allāhu tåālā ånhā!
Yā Muħammads!
Yā kālī kamlī waalé!
Yā Shahe Madina!
‘Bekas pe karam keejiye sarkāre Madina!
Gardish men hai taqdeer
bhanwar men hai safīna!’
Khujlī andar samāné lag gaī hai.
Khujlī andar samāné lag gaī hai.
Lund baahar hi hai, lekin Khujlī andar samāné lag gaī hai.
Ab―ab―soorākħ ke andar pahunch gaī.
Ab soorākħ ke andar pahunch gaī.
Ab aur andar samā rahī hai.
Ab aur andar samā rahī hai.
Uskī Pakistani Musalmān gaanđ ke raaste par!
Al siraatal mustaqim!
Nahīn!
Nahīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīn!
Nahīn!
Yā Allah!
Nahīn!
Yā Kħātooné Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadā Fātimā razee Allāhu tåālā ånhā!
Nahīn!
Yā Muħammads!
Nahīn!
Yā kālī kamlī waalé!
Nahīn!
Yā Shahe Madina!
Nahīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīn!
Nahīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīn!
Nahīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīn!
‘Bekas pe karam keejiye sarkāre Madina!
Gardish men hai taqdeer
bhanwar men hai safīna!’
Aaī hai museebat ki ghađī,
Gesuon waale!
Lillāh merī doobti kishti ko bacha le!’
Main doosri Shāheen Khan nahīn bannā chāhtī.
Main Pakistan men jaakar us taraħ nahīn rona chāhtī jis taraħ yahan Shāheen ro rahī hai.
Durgesh Naziya Khan ko chodegā.
Naziya Khan Durgesh ko nahīn chodegī.
Durgesh Naziya Khan ko chodegā.
Naziya Khan Durgesh ko nahīn chodegī.
Nahīn!
Nahīn!
Nahīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīīn!
Hargiz Nahīn!
Yā Allah!
Yā Kħātooné Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadā Fātimā razee Allāhu tåālā ånhā!
Yā Muħammads!
Yā kālī kamlī waalé!
Yā Shahe Madina!
‘Dil ki kashti bhanwar men aaī hai,
kamlī waalé! Teri duhaaī hai!’
Haulé haulé―dhīré dhīré― aahistā aahistā―poora raasta khujlāne lagā hai.
Poora raasta khujlane lag gayā hai.
Taubah!
Aur ab poore raaste par khujlī bađh rahī hai.
bađh rahī hai.
Bađhti chali jaa rahī hai.
Ab kitni tezi se khujlane lagā hai uskī Pakistani Musalmān gaanđ kā poora raasta!
Poora!
Andar tak!
Apni aakħirī gahrāī tak!
‘Yā nabī! Merī ilteza sun le!
Tū agar sun le to Kħudā sun le!
Maine tujh hi se lau lagāī hai!’
Main Pakistan vaapas jaakar nahīn roūngī.
Main Pakistan vaapas jaakar nahīn roūngī.
Main Pakistan vaapas jaakar hansūngī.
Durgesh chodegā mujhe!
Main Durgesh ko nahīn chodūngī!
Main Durgesh ko nahīn chodūngī!
Main Durgesh ko nahīn chodūngī!
Ab kitni tezi se khujlane lagā hai uskī Pakistani Musalmān gaanđ kā poora raasta!
Poora!
Andar tak!
Apni aakħirī gahrāī tak!
Aah!
Pél do!
Poora andar kar do!
Naziya Khan ke andar ki åurat chīkħné lagi.
Uskī poori Pakistani Musalmān gaanđ ke andar ―
Baahar se lekar andar tak―
Atyant prachand khujlī mach gaī thī.
Itni prachand khujlī ki ab Naziya Khan kā jee chāhne lag gayā tha― voh kħud apni shalwar kameez underwear brassier sab kuchhh utār phenke!
Nangi ho jāyé!
Bilkul nangi!
Aur Durgesh ke Hindusthani Hindu Lund ko apni Pakistani Musalmān gaanđ ke andar ‘Kħush Āmadīd’ kah de!
Lekin nahīn!
Nahīn!
Naziya Khan aesa nahīn karegi.
Naziya Khan voh ghalti hargiz nahīn karegi jo uskī Kħālāzād bahan Shāheen Khan ne ki hai.
Aur ab ro rahī hai.
Jee chāh rahā hai vohi sab kuchhh karne kā jo Shāheen Khan ne kiyā.
Lekin Shāheen Khan kā anjam apni aankhon se dekh rahī hai voh!
Voh Shāheen Khan ke is anjam se sabaq legi.
Naziya Khan Durgesh ko nahinn chodegī.
Durgesh chodegā Naziya Khan ko.
Naziya Khan Durgesh ko nanga nahīn karegi.
Durgesh nangi karega Naziya Khan ko.
‘Dil ki kashti bhanwar men aaī hai,
kamlī waalé! Teri duhaaī hai!’
Kitnā mazboot khoontā hai Durgesh kā Hindusthani Hindu Lund!
Poore baarah inch lambā!
Poore paanch inch motā!
Everlongest everthickest everstrong!
Ever-Eighteen!
Jaise Durgesh kā Hindusthani Hindu Lund koī shoolī hai aur Naziya Khan ki Pakistani Musalmān gaanđ us shoolī par tangī huī hai!
Andar kyon nahīn samātā Durgesh kā Hindusthani Hindu Lund?
Andar kyon nahīn samātā?
Durgesh use nangi kyon nahīn kartā?
Kyā Durgesh vāqaåee Naziya Khan ko bhī doosrī Shāheen Khan banānā chāhtā hai?
Musalmān lađkiyān aur Musalmān åuraton kā Masīħā kyā vāqaåee itnā maghroor hai?
Nahīn!
Aesa nahīn ho saktā.
Uskī Kħālāzād bahan Shāheen Khan kā måāmlā judā hai.
Voh Satish par marti thī.
Lekin uske baare men to Durgesh jaanta hai ki voh Durgesh par hi marti hai.
Durgesh hi chāhiyé Naziya Khan ko.
Phir Durgesh uske sāth aesa kyon karega?
Durgesh Musalmān lađkiyon aur Musalmān åuraton kā sabse bađā Masīħā hai.
Har Musalmān Lađkī aur har Musalmān åurat Durgesh par apni jaan chhiđaktī hai.
Kħud apne aap par bhī jitna aetbar nahīn, utna aetbar― blind aetbar hai har Musalmān lađkī aur har Musalmān åurat ko Durgesh par!
Shāheen Khan tak ko jaise hi yeh lagā ki Satish uskā nahīn hai, voh seedhi bhaagkar aaī aur aakar Durgesh ki Hindu pursh god men gir pađī.
Poore ħaq ke sāth!
Jaise Durgesh ne thekā le rakhā ho har Musalmān Lađkī aur har Musalmān aurat ko chodne kā.
Aur na sirf chodne kā balki taaůmr aakħirat tak uskā sāth nibhane kā bhī.
Isiliye to fakħr se kahā kartī hai har Musalmān Lađkī aur har Musalmān aurat ki Durgesh uskā ‘Paidāishī Shauhar’ hai.
Durgesh ke sāth kisi Musalmān Lađkī aur kisiMusalmān aurat kā nikāħ bhī alag se hone ki zaroorat nahīn.
Durgesh to hai hi har Musalmān Lađkī aur har Musalmān aurat kā Shauhar.
Har Musalmān Lađkī aur har Musalmān aurat kā Hindu Shauhar!
Aur Durgesh behave bhī to aesa hi kartā hai.
Usne Shāheen Khan ko bhgaaya nahīn!
Zaleel nahīn kiyā.
Voh jo kar rahī thī kar lene diyā.
Sirf zabaani majāħmat ki.
Mukħālifat nahīn ki.
Voh usi Durgesh ki god men hai.
Voh maħfooz hai.
Durgesh ki Hindu Purush god men har Musalmān Lađkī aur har Musalmān aurat maħfooz hai.
Na Kħudā hai Durgesh har Musalmān Lađkī aur har Musalmān aurat kā.
‘Yā nabī! Merī ilteza sun le!
Tū agar sun le to Kħudā sun le!
Maine tujh hi se lau lagāī hai!’
‘Dil ki kashti bhanwar men aaī hai,
kamlī waalé! Teri duhaaī hai!’
Naziya Khan ki Pakistani Musalmān gaanđ kasmasā rahī thī.
Uske Pakistani Musalmān koolhe hil rahe the.
Uskī poori Pakistani Musalmān gaanđ ke andar― baahar se andar tak―khujliyon ki beshumār prachand aandhiyan chalne lag gaī thin.
Pāgal hone lag gaī Naziya Khan.
Uske andar chhupi åurat chīkħ rahī thī.
“Pélo Durgesh! Andar pél do. Andar ghuseđ do. Please! Please! Nangi karo mujhe please! Chodo mujhe please! Ya phir merī gaanđ hi maaro! Lekin jaldī karo. Please!”
“Naziya!” Main pyār se bolā.
“Hoon!” Naziya Khan pāgal hoti huī bolī.
“Achchhā nahīn lag rahā?”
“Aré! kisne kahā? Pāgal hūn kyā main jo mujhe achchhā nahīn lagega? Lekin pahle mere kapđé to utār lo Meri jān! Please! Ab bilkul bardasht nahīn ho rahā hai. Bahutforeplay ho chuka. Ab andar karo.”
“Kyā andar karoon?” main sharārat se muskurāyā.
“Allah Qasam! Sharārat mat karo.” Naziya Khan kichkichākar bolī, “Ab chodnā shurū karo please!”
“Tū to kahtī thī ek hafte ke pahle mujhe kuchhh nahīn karne degi!”
“Achchhā to Shāheen ki bachchī sab batā chuki tumko?” Naziya Khan phunphkārī.
“Shāheen ko mujhse chudvānā hai Sālī! Bhool gaī?”
“Main dekhti hūn use!”
“Kyā dekhegi tū use? Chaptī nahīn khelegi uske sāth?”
“Shut up! Kħāmosh! Jo munh men aa rahā hai bole chalé jaa rahe ho.”
“Sorry!”
“Måāfī maang rahe ho?”
“Haan!”
“Pahle chodo. Phir måāf karoongi.”
“Sālī! Marī jā rahī hai mujhse chudvāné ke liye!”
“Haan! Marī jā rahī hūn main tumse chudvāné ke liye! To? Chodte kyon nahīn ab?”
“Ek hafte båd chodūngā.”
“Kħabardār! Jo ek hafte kā naam liyā. Aaj chodo! Abhi chodo.”
“Aaj sirf foreplay!”
“Nahīn Durgesh! Mere Hindu Piyā! Mere Rājā Piyā! Aesa mat karo please! Main sirf pandrah dinon ke liye aaī hūn. Kyon merā ek hafta barbad karnā chāhté ho?”
“Achchhā! Ab samajh men āyā teri ki is taraħ ek hafta barbād ho jāyegā?”
“Aré! Merī samajh men sab kuchhh shurū se hi hai. Main kyā pāgal hūn jo pandrah dinon ke liye āūngī aur usmen se ek haftā tumhen nakħré dikhāné men barbād karūngī?”
“Phir Shāheen se aesi bakvās kyon ki thī?”
“Voh Shāheen se ki thī. Tumse nahīn. Ab apni Muslim dāsī se nārāz na raho, mere mālik!”
“Main?”
“Haan!”
“Tera mālik?”
“Aur nahīn to kyā?” Naziya Khan Muħabbat bhari āvāz men bolī, “Mere mālik! Mere Pakistani Musalmān jism ke mālik! Main tumhārī Pakistani Musalmān kaneez, Pakistani Musalmān laundī.”
“Sachmuch Pakistani Musalmān hai Sālī.”
“Kyā matlab?”
“Tere Pakistan men kabhī loktantr āyā hi kab poori taraħ ki tū loktantr ki zaban theek se samajh aur bol sake. Tera qasūr nahīn hai. Saalé Pakistani Musalmān mard yehi zaban sunkar kħush huā karte honge apni åuraton se.”
“Pakistani Musalmān mard?” Naziya Khan hansee.
“Kyon? Kuchhh ghalat kah diyā?”
“Kuchhh nahīn poora ghalat hi ghalat kahā.”
“Aesa?”
“Ji sarkar! Mere mālik!”
“Yeh zaban bolna band kar yaar!”
“Achchhī nahīn lagti tumhen?”
“Nonsense! You are my friend, my love, my sweetheart, my everything.”
“Aré! Tumhārā ek foot lambā Hindusthani Hindu Lund mere donon Pakistani Musalmān koolhon ke beech qayāmat barpa kiye hué hai. Please! Aage bađho.”
Main use aankh maarkar muskurāyā.
“Kaise aage bađhūn?”
“Hey! Tum is chakkar men to nahīn ho na, ki mujhe doosri Shāheen Khan banakar Pakistan ravana karoge?”
“Doosri Shāheen Khan?”
“Jisne tumhen chodā. Jo ab bhī tumhen chodtī hai bechārī. Jise tum abhi bhī nahīn chodte.”
“Tū chāhtī hai main Shāheen Khan ko chodūn?”
“Main chāhtī hūn tum sab ko chodo. Chodoge?”
“Kyā bakvās kar rahī hai? Main ek akela sabko kaise chod sakta hūn?”
“Kyon? Ek ko chodne ke båd doosri ko kyon nahīn chod sakte? Shāheen to batā rahī thī ki tumhārā to jo khađā hotā hai, to phir down hone kā naam hi nahīn leta.”
“Tujhé yaqeen aa gayā Shāheen ki baat par?”
“Shāheen akélī kahtī to shāyad na aata.”
“Achchhā!”
“Lekin tumhārā zikr jaise hi shurū hotā hai har koī lalak lalak kar tumhārī unique Hindu mardāngī ke naghme sunane lagti hai. Ab har koī to jhooth nahīn bol sakti na?”
“Merī unique Hindu mardāngī! Kyā matlab?”
“Sab kahtī hain―tum exception ho. Åām mardon jaise sexually normal nahīn ho. Tum mutawātir raat raat bhar chodte rahte ho. Tumhārā Hindusthani Hindu Lund hamārī Musalmān chooton ke andar har dakħūl par aur bhī zyādah lambā, aur bhī zyādah motā aur aur bhī zyādah sakħt hotā chalā jaata hai.”
“Sāliyo!! Tum logon ki is mouth publicity ne mere liye kitni mushkilen khađī kar di hain, janti bhī ho tum log?”
Naziya Khan ne merī zip kholkar andar haath dāl diyā.
“Kyā mushkilen khađī kar di hain hum logon ki is mouth publicity ne tumhāré liye?”
“Kahin se bhī kabhī bhī koī tapak pađtī hai aur mujhe insāniyat ke naam par use chodnā pađtā hai. Main merā koī bhī kaam theek se nahīn kar sakta. Na chodūn to sab ilzam lagane lagti hain ki mujhmen ghuroor aa gayā hai.”
Naziya Khan hansee.
“To itne unique kyon ho Hindu Piyā! Jab ho to sazā bhī to bhugatni pađegī.”
Phir achānak hi beħad laađ bhari āvāz men voh bolī.
“Achchhā! Ab yeh sab baaten band karo na! Chodo na mujhe. Please!”
“Naziya!”
“Mujhe nangi karo na! Poore kapđé utār lo mere, please! Aur poora jađ tak andar pél do. Jađ tak pél pél kar ghuséđo. Loot lo mujhe. Haan! Main kah rahī hūn. Loot lo! Loot lo! Loot lo!!!!!!!!!!”
“Kyā loot loon?” Main hansa.
“Merī Pakistani Musalmān izzat loot lo.”
“Main kyā tera dushman hūn jo teri izzat lootūnga?”
“Dushman nahīn ho to aur kyā ho? Dushman na hote to abhi tak chodne na lag gaye hote mujhe?”
Maine muskurākar Naziya Khan ki shalwar kā izarband kheencha diyā.
Uskī shalwar ek jhatke se neeche giri.
Maine Naziya Khan ki Pakistani panty utāre baghair hi uskī Pakistani Musalmān Choot choom li panty ke ooper se hi.
“Aré! Panty to utāro! Panty to utāro!” Naziya Khan gadgad hoti huī bolī.
“Chup Sālī! Ab main kyā tere direction men chodūngā tujhe?”
Maine uskī panty utārkar ek taraf daal di.
“Aré! Kahān phenk rahe ho? Kahān phenk rahe ho? Idhar mujhe do, please! Mujhe vaapas bhī to pahanni pađégi.”
“Pandrah din båd.”
“Kyā?”
“Pandrah din båd. Oonchā sunné lagi achānak?”
“Kyā Pandrah din båd?”Naziya Khan baukhlākar bolī.
“Pandrah din båd mil jayegi panty. Jab Pakistan jaane lagegi tab.”
“Aré! To kyā pandrah din tak main isī taraħ nangi rahūngī?”
“Aur nahīn to kyā kapđé pahankar chudvāyégī?” Main uskī Pakistani qameez utārtā huā bolā.
“Aré! Aré! Use bhī phenk diyā. Kyā kar rahe ho tum? Aré! Brassiere mat phenkna. Brassiere mat phenkna. Use bhī phenk diyā. Haye Allah! mere saare kapđé phenk diye utār utār kar.”
“Kisse shikāyat kar rahī hai?”
“Tumse shikāyat kar rahī hūn zālim Hindu mard! Aur kisse karūngī? Kaun hai yahan tumhāré aur mere ålāvā?”
Maine bilkul madarzad nangi ho chuki Naziya Khan kā sar se lekar pair tak nireexañ kiyā.
“Eīshānasý sauMusalmān gānđ ham! Sālī beħad ħaseen hai.”
“Achchhā! Ab jaakar dikhāī diyā hai janab ko merā Pakistani Musalmān Ħusn.”Naziya Khan jalkar bolī.
“Packing bhī bađhiyā thī na! Voh bhī dekhne lāyaq thī.”
“Taubah! Taubah! Kaisi baaten karte ho! Packing! Main kyā koī commodity hūn?”
“Aap maal hain.”
“Allah meri taubah! Allah meri taubah!”
Maine tatkāl Naziya Khan ki gori damak rahī Pakistani Musalmān Choot choom li.
Naziya Khan ne bilbilakar merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund apne balā ke ħaseen Pakistani Musalmān munh men le liyā aur pāgalon ki taraħ use choosne lagi.
Mere Hindusthani Hindu Lund ki lambāī, motāī aur sakħtī, teenon lagātār bađhne lag gaīn uske Pakistani Musalmān munh ke andar.
“Haaye Allah! aji aapka lund to mutawātir lambā motā aur sakħttar hotā jaa rahā hai.”
“Choos mat. Vaise kā vaisa hi rahégā.”
“Aur choosti rahī to?”
“Baarah inch tak lambāī badhegi, paanch inch tak motāī, phir sthairý aa jāyegā.”
“Allah! Allah! māshā Allah! aur yeh sthairý kyā hotā hai?”
“Sthairý aa jāyegā matlab lambāī motāī aur sakħtī bađhnī band ho jayegi.”
“Allah meri taubah! Yeh tumhārā Hindusthani Hindu Lund hai ya Jādū kā dandā?”
“Sālī! Yahi Jādū kā dandā apni Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke andar nigalne ke liye tū Pakistan se yahan aaī hai.”
“Taubah! Taubah! Ghalatfahmi ho gaī hai janab ko.”
“Kyā matlab?”
“Aapki doosri deevaaniyon ne aapke dimāgh men yeh bithā diyā hai ki jo koī bhī baahar se yahan Hindusthān aakar aapse Chudvātī hai voh darasal aapse chudvāné ke liye hi yahan Hindusthān aatī hai.”
“Jabki aesa nahīn hai?”
“Ho sakta hai, 90 feesadi 95 feesadi måāmlāt men aesa hotā ho.”
“Lekin tera måāmlā aesa nahīn hai.”
“Main ek sīdhī saadī Pakistani Musalmān lađkī hūn.”
“Sīdhī saadī! Aur tūūūūūūū? Sālī! Savere se tere tamashe dekh rahā hūn. Shāheen ko saamne rakh rakh kar jitne tamashe tū ne kiye hain―”
Main Naziya Khan ki Pakistani Musalmān Choot buri taraħ choom rahā thā.
Mere har garmjosh Hindu Purush Chumban par buri taraħ tađap uthtī thī Naziya Khan.
Uskī merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund choosne ki raftār aur zyādah tez ho jati thī.
Main is beech uskā sarvāng choom chuka thā.
Ang ang choom chuka thā is beech main Naziya Khan kā.
Uskī Pakistani Musalmān péshānī!
Uskī kħūbsūrat Pakistani Musalmān palken!
Uskī Ħaseeno jameel Pakistani Musalmān naak kā nukila ħissā!
Uske phoole phoole gore gulābī Pakistani Musalmān rukħsār!
‘Zikr uthtā hai jab qayāmat kā,
Tere jalvon ki baat hoti hai.
Tū jo chāhé to din nikaltā hai,
Tū jo chāhé to raat hoti hai.’
Uske lal surkħ gulab ki pankhudiyon jaise har lamħā dåvat de rahe Pakistani Musalmān lab!
‘Tere labon men hai ābe ħayāt,
Choomne de mujhe jee lene de!
Inkā ras peene de mujhko jaanam!
Ab amar mujhko yūn ho jaane de!’
Aur kħūb piya thā maine un honthon kā ras!
Jee bhar kar piya thā!
Idhar Naziya Khan merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund choosti rahī thī.
Udhar main uske dilkash Pakistani Musalmān honthon kā ras peeta rahā thā.
Naziya Khan ki ħaseen surāħīdār Pakistani Musalmān gardan!
Safed!
Ujli!
Choomta chalā gayā thā main use!
‘Surāħīdār gardan! Koyal si hai āvāz!
Teri harek baat pe mujhko hai bađā naaz!’
Mount everest ko challenge kar rahī do Pakistani Musalmān minaren!
Unke beech ki ujli safed ghātī!
Mere donon Hindu Purushādhar jab vahan pađé the to vahan se hatna hi bhool gaye the.
Merī donon Hindu Purush hatheliyan us samay Naziya Khan ke donon madmast Pakistani Musalmān koolhon par thin.
Maine kaskar pakađ rakhe the uske koolhe!
Nangi Naziya Khan tađap kar ulat gaī mere sarvathā nagn Hindu Purush bahpash men.
Maine chatākħ patākħ uske donon nange gulābī maħrābdār Pakistani Musalmān koolhe choom liye!
“Mar jāūngī Durgesh! Chodo main kahtī hūn ab! Merī jaan nikal jaane ke båd chodoge kyā?”
“Itni aasani se nahīn nikalne dūngā teri jaan, Sālī! Merī Pakistani Musalmān Ghođī banāūngā abhi to main tujhé! Tujh par savārī karūngā poore pandrah din raat!”
“Karo na mere Hindu Piyā! Karo na merī jaan! Banāo na mujhe apni Pakistani Musalmān Ghođī. Chađho na mujh par. Karo na mujh par savārī. Nihāl kar do aaj apni is Pakistani Musalmān laundi ko chod chod kar. Mere Hindu Aakā! Mere is gore gulābī Pakistani Musalmān jism ke Hindu mālik!
‘Aaj choomo mere koolhon ko
ijāzat hai tumhen,
mujhko choomo
merī rag rag men sharāré bhar do!
Mere sartāj! Mere jism ke Hindū mālik!
Main tumhārī hūn
Merī maang men taaré bhar do!
Mujhko chodo mere Hindu Piyā!
Qasam hai tumhen,
Choote Muslim ko merī chod ke zindā kar do!’
Nangi madmast Naziya Khan ko merī bharpoor nagn Hindu pursh god men uthā liyā maine aur bistar ki taraf bađhā.
‘Aa jaa Sanam!
Madir raat men yūn hum tum milen ki
Yahan jhoomke aa jaye phir bahaar!
Chodne lagūn main ab tujhé!
Chodne lagūn main ab tujhé!’
Pandrah din tak main tujhé
chodtā rahūn Jaanan!
Raat din tū pyār kar mujhe!
Raat din tū pyār kar mujhe!’
Naziya Khan buri taraħ chaunkī thī.
“Durgesh!”
“Hoon!”
“Pandrah din tak lagātār, Meri jān?”
“To kyā huā?”
“Mar jāūngī main.”
“Aré! Koī nahīn marī aaj tak, Sālī! Tū kyon maregi?”
“Allah Qasam! Tumhārā beħad lambā hai! Beħad motā hai! Beħad sakħt hai! Mujhe to lagta hai, ghus hi nahīn payega andar! Itnā sa to munh hai merī Pakistani Musalmān Choot kā!”
“Sālī! Isī itne se munh se poora sahi saalam bachchā baahar nikaltā hai. Samjhi?”
“Nahīn samjhi.”
“Aré! Kyon nahīn samjhi merī Pakistani Musalmān Chhammak Chhallo!”
Naziya Khan ne mere kandhon par apne daanton se kaat liyā.
“Kyā karti hai Sālī?”
“Mujhe kuchhh bhī bologe to main bhī jo mere jee men aayega voh karūngī.”
“Aré! Maine kyā bolā?”
“Kyon mujhe apni Pakistani Musalmān Chhammak Chhallo nahīn kahā?”
“Tū hai hi merī Pakistani Musalmān Chhammak Chhallo.”
“Sach?”
“Aur nahīn to kyā jhooth?”
“Yeh Chhammak Chhallo kise kahte hain jee?”
“Chhammak Chhallo use kahte hain meri jaan! Jise dekhte hi use chodne ke liye lund khađā ho jaye!”
“Tumhārā Lund khađā ho gayā thā mujhe dekhte hi mujhe chodne ke liye?”
“Sālī! Tab se lekar abhi tak khađā hi huā hai.”
“Aréréréré! Tab to ghuséđo jaldī se ise andar!”
“Abhi le Sālī! Tatkāl―fauran―at once―immediately.”
Maine Naziya Khan ko vishāl double bed par chitt litākar merā Hindusthani Hindu Lund uskī Pakistani Musalmān Choot ke donon baar baar band ho rahe aur khul rahe labial lips ke beech rakhā, phansāyā aur haule se ek āghāt lagāyā.
Mere Hindusthani Hindu Lund kā supāđā tatkāl andar samā gayā.
Naziya Khan buri taraħ sisak kar kichkichākar mujhse lipat gaī aur buri taraħ tābađtođ choomne lag gaī mujhe.
“Poora pél do! Poora andar kar do! Durgesh! Meri Jān! Varnā main mar jāūngī.”
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend
4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service
5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1
6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2
7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3
8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4
9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5
10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6
11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7
12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8
13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9
14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10
15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
16. A Deep Conflict-1
17. A deserving unfaithfulness
18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
20. Yåqūb Family-1
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
26. The three pregnants-1
27. The three pregnants-2
28. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
53. The most memorable Eidī of her life
54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1
10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2
11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1
12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2
13. Eidul Fitr-1
14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!
15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā-1
Posted: January 11, 2010 Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Afshān Siddiqui, Al Afshān Al Saåeed Al Siddīquī, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Begum Al Wājidā Al Qāsim Al Wahāb, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Imām Al Saåeed Al Muħammad Al Siddīquī, Jabeen Kħān, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Naziya Khan, Satish, Shāheen Khan, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex 8 CommentsTujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā Tujhé Chodā Mainé
Aur chodtā rahūn tujhé hai bas yehī duā
‘The fifteen days of intense sex, love and lust’
Chapter 1
Pahla Din
Pahli Raat
Durgesh Naziya Khan
Durgesh Shāheen Khan
Merā haath kab pahunch gayā thā apne aap mere Hindu Lund par, patā hi nahinn chala thā mujhe.
Mere Eīshān!
Mere Svāmī!
Mere Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā!
Itni kħūbsūrat lađkī?
Iske pahle to kabhi nahinn dekhi yahan.
“Hey, Afshān!” I called my extremely beautiful secretary.
Satýpāl Vārshñéý was adamant that he would not let me go.
Afshān Siddiqui was at once on my side.
“Hey, what are you doing?” She at once snatched my Hindu Penis from my hand, and squeezed it naughtily so hard that I slapped her on her gorgeous buttocks.
“Sālī! Kyā karti hai?”
“Mera kaam kħud karoge to aesa hi karoongi main.”
“Yaar! Yeh kaun hai?”
“Bulāoon?”
“Tū jānti hai ise?”
“Haan!” Voh fakħr se sar taan kar boli.
“Kaun hai?”
“Pahle rishvat do.”
“Sālī, tu meri secretary hai. Yaad hai?”
“Is kaam ke liye nahin hun main tumhari secretary.”
“Afshān!”
“Behave yourself Hindu Piya! Tum ek national film magazine ke editor ho, itne bade writer ho, aur main tumhari secretary hun.”
“Sālī! Itna chodūngā ki hosh thikane aa jayenge!”
Afshān hansee.
“Kise chodoge? Use, ya mujhe?”
“Jab tak voh nahin aati, tab tak Sālī! Teri kħud ki khair nahin.”
“Haan bhai, lund to tumhara vāqaī beħad thanthanā rahā hai.”
“Aur tu use abhi tak sirf sahla rahi hai! Sharm nahin aati?”
“Tum jaise Mahābesharm ki secretary ko?”
Main hansaa.
Afshān Siddiqui bhi hans pađī.
“Hans rahe ho? Koi doosrā boss hota to is baat par apni secretary ko nikāl bahar karta.”
“Yaar! Teri Gānd behad mast hai.” Maine Afshān Siddiqui ke behad haseen sudaul koolhe sahlaaye.
“Taubah hai, Durgesh! Meri jan! tumse bhi. Abhi chodne ka mood ho rahā thā tumhara. Abhi seedhe meri Gānd tak ja pahunche.”
“Sālī! Aaj teri Chūt aur Gānd dono ki khair nahin.”
“Apne Uncut Hindu lund ki khair manao, samjhe? Bhool gaye? Main ek Årab Musalmān lađkī hun. Tumhare Hindu Lund ka poora ras nichođ nichođ kar choos loongi meri Chūt ke andar.”
“Yeh kaun hai yaar?”
“Mar mite poori taraħ us par?”
“Haan, yaar! Ab mujhe zinda karne ka koi intzaam kar na! Mere liye nahin, to kam se kam apne liye hi zindah kar mujhe, Saali.”
“Pakistan se aai hai.”
“Ohoho!”
“Kyā ohoho?”
“Tabhi itni zyadah haseen hai.”
“Aré! Tumhen hum Musalmān laundiyāon ke ålāvā aur koi kħūbsūrat lađkī nazar hi nahin aati kyā?” Afshān Siddiqui pulkit āvāz men boli.
“Sāliyo! Mera chain churakar mujhse hi poochhti ho, kyā ho gaya?”
“Achchha ek baat bataao. Kitni Musalmān laundiyaon ko chodne ke baad tumhare Uncut Hindu Lund ki pyaas kuchh bujhegi?”
“Kuchh?” Main hansaa.
“Haan, main janti hun, poori to qayamat tak nahinn bujhne wali. Tumhara bas chala, to tum qayamat men bhi Allah Miyan ke saamne hum Musalmān laundiyaon ko chod rahe hoge.”
“Yaar! Main sachmuch itna bura hoon kyā?”
“Lāhaul vilā qoovat! Bura kisne kahā? Are meri jaan! Tum to itne achchhe ho hum Musalmān laundiyaon ke liye, ki tumse achchha koi ho hi nahinn sakta.” Afshān Siddiqui ne kichkichakar mujhe apni baahon men bhar liya aur phir tābađtođ choomne lag gaī mujhe.
“Chhođkar main tujhe koi Jannat na loon, tere badle men duniya ki daulat na loon. Mera sab kuchh Piya! Tujh pe qurban hai.” Voh tarannun men boli.
“Afshān!”
“Durgesh!”
“Kyon chahti hai re mujhe itna? Tujhe to patā hai, main kisi ek ka hokar nahin rah sakta.”
“Main to rah sakti hoon na kisi ek ki hokar? Maine tumhen chuna. Main meri baat kar rahi hun. Tumhari tum jano aur tumhara Kħudā jāné!”
“Merā Kħudā? Arthāt ‘Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā’?” I smiled.
“Who else? Kattar Hindu.” Afshān Siddiqui took my Hindu Penis into her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslim mouth and started to suck passionately.
Her full name was Al Afshān Al Saåeed Al Siddīquī.
She had come to India with her father and mother.
Her mother fell in love with my father, Vishvās Shakr Mānav, and to her extreme surprise, she found she could not live without him.
“Ammī Ħuzoor!” Al Afshān Al Saåeed Al Siddīquī embraced her mother.
“Ammī!” I laughed, “Is Sālī ko bhi yahin rahne do.”
Afshān Siddiqui blew a flying kiss at my Hindu Lund.
“Hey!” Begum Al Wājidā Al Qāsim Al Wahāb ne aankhen tarer kar meri taraf dekha, “She is your half sister now. Gālī mat bak usé.”
“Pahle is Sālī se pooch to lo Ammī, ki yeh Sālī bhi meri half sister bannā chāhti hai, ya meri Bīvī bannā chāhti hai.”
“Hindu Piyā!” Al Afshān Al Saåeed Al Siddīquī apni bāyeen aankh dabākar boli,
“Jaise Ammī Ħuzoor tumhāre Pitr’shrī ki Bīvī bani hain, main bhi tumhārī bīvī banungi aur raat ko hum donon ma beti aap donon Baap Bete ke Hindu dam kħam dekhengi. Bahut nām hai aap Hinduon ka sex ke måāmlé mein.”
“Sālī! Tu abhi dekh!” Main hanskar bola.
Imām Al Saåeed Al Muħammad Al Siddīquī ne itmīnān ki meelon lambi saans li thī.
Chār bīviyān thin Imām saħab ki Mecca men.
Begum Al Wājidā Al Qāsim Al Wahāb sabse zyādah ħaseen thin lekin jo nai Ħusnparī unki zindgi men aane ko betaab thī voh baqayda nikāħ chahti thī.
Imām Sāħab ne apne dost, mere Pitr’shrī, se baat ki thī.
“Vishvās! Tu us roz Wājidā par laar tapka rahā thā saaf saaf.”
Pitr’shrī hanse the.
“Wājidā Bhābhī par?”
“Chhođ! Main janta hun ki voh kitni teri Wājidā Bhābhī hai aur kitni teri Wājidā Bīvī hai.”
Pitr’shrī hanse.
“Ilzam laga rahā hai mujh par?”
“Tujh par nahin―tujh par nahin. Jab apna hi sona khota ho to doosron par ilzam lagane se fayda? Maine dekha thā ki kis taraħ Wājidā haath dhokar tere peechhe pad gaī thī aur tujh se chudvākar hi maani. Usse pahle nahin.”
“Wājidā Bhābhī kah rahi thin ki unhen poora lund chāhiye. Kata hua nahin.” Pitr’shrī ki āvāz men shararat thī Imām uncle ke liye.
“Lāhaul vilā qoovat!” Imām Al Saåeed Al Muħammad Al Siddīquī jhunjhla kar bole, “Jab voh mujhse nikāħ padhva rahi thī tab use nahin måālūm thā ki mera lund kata hua hai?”
Pitr’shrī khulkar hanse.
“Saåeed!”
“Bak!”
“Wājidā Bhābhī ko mere liye chhođ de. Too to Saůūdī Årab men hi rahtā hai. Voh bhi Mecca men. Tujhe kyā kami hai yaar! Ħaseen Laundiyāon ki? Wājidā Bhābhī mere paas rahna chahti hain. Chhođ na unka moh!”
“Nahin sudherega too Vishvās! Nahin sudherega. Doston ki bīviyon ko chodnā tum Hinduon mein koi gunah nahin mana jata?”
Pitr’shrī sharārat se muskurāye.
“Dost agar Musalmān ho to nahin.”
“Taubah! Taubah! Lāhaul vilā qoovat!”
“Wājidā Bhābhī beħad sexy hain, saale Imām ke bachche! Main dåve ke saath kahta hoon voh tujhse hargiz nahin sambhalti hongi. Eīshān! Kyā qalabaziyan khati hain Wājidā Bhābhī bistar par! Main unhen kam chod rahā thā voh mujhse zyādah chudvā rahi thin. Imām ke bachche! Saale! Voh behad sexy namkin åurat tere bas ki nahin hai. Voh itne latke jhatke janti hai, ki main use itna chodne ke båd bhi use phir se chodne ke liye mara ja rahā hoon.”
Imām Al Saåeed Al Muħammad Al Siddīquī ne idhar udhar dekha.
Phir Pitr’shrī ki taraf jhukkar sargoshiyon jaisi āvāz men bole.
“Vishvās! Sach kahoon? Main use tere hi sar madhne ke liye yahan laya thā.”
“Aré!” Pitr’shrī khulkar hanse, “To phir saaf kyon nahin kahā khulkar.”
“Kah to rahā hoon.”
“Aré! Pahle kyon nahin kahā saale?”
“Main dekhna chahta thā ki tum donon kyā gul khilate ho.”
“Eīshān! Eīshān! Aré! Saale Saåeed! Too Imām hai.”
“Kyon Imām ke lund nahin hota?”
“Nooni hoti hai―nooni. Lund nahin hota! Lund hota to Wājidā Bhābhī ko mujh se chudvāné ki zaroorat padti kyā?”*
Main phir pandrah minute båd khiđkī par jā pahunchā.
Ħazrat maujood thin.
Dekh bhi meri khiđkī ki taraf hi rahi thin.
Lekin jaise hi main khiđkī par pahunchā, fauran doosri taraf dekhne lag gain.
“Eīshān!” Main use sunāne ke lye kuchhh oonchi āvāz men bola,
“Yūn nazar to mujh pe dālī jāyegi.
Jab main dekhoonga hata li jayegi.”
“Shāheen!” Usne andar ki taraf munh karke zor se Shāheen ko āvāz dī, “Ae Shāheen ki bachchī! Mar gaī kyā?”
Yåni ki philħāl vahān se hatne ki bajaye madad ke liye fauj vahin bulakar muqāblā karne ka irada rakhti thin meri sarkar.
“Aati hun.” Andar se Shāheen ki āvāz yahan tak aai, “Satish aaya hai.”
“Satish? Kaun Satish? Jald aakar mar yahan.”
“Naziya ki bachchī!” andar se phir āvāz aai, “Satish ko nahin janti? Maine likha thā na tujhe Satish ke bare men?”
To meri Ħuzoor ka nām Naziya thā?
Good!
Good!!
“Satish ko goli maar thodi der ke liye aur aakar mar yahan.”
“Jahan too mar rahi hai?”
“Haan!”
“Maar kaun raha hai?”
“Teri to― aati hai ki nahin?”
“Abhi main pandrah minute tak hil bhi nahinn sakti yahan se.”
“Kyon? Quickfix se chipka liya hai Satish ne tujhe apne saath?”
Shāheen kisi aandhi toofan ki taraħ pair patakhti hui andar se namoodār hui.
“Kyon mari ja rahi hai? Kaun si qayamat aa gaī?”
“Aa gaī nahin, Aa gaya. Aur qayamat nahin, qayamat ka Kħasam. Udhar dekh khiđkī ki taraf.”
Shāheen ne fauran khiđkī ki taraf dekha.
Mujhe Aadab kiyā usne.
“Aré! Aré! Yah to sachmuch tera Kħasam hai.”
Mujhe zoron se hansee chhooti.
Tatkal un donon ki taraf peeth karke meri hansee rokne ki koshish karne laga main.
Naziya ka ghoonsa pada thā Shāheen ki peeth par.
“Taubah! Kitne zor se maarti hai.”
“Voh mera Kħasam hai?”
“Aré! Too hi to kah rahi thī ki qayamat ka Kħasam―”
“Main qayamat hun?”
Shāheen ne use sar se lekar pairon tak dekha.
“Aur nahin to kyā hai? Sar se lekar pairon tak Qayamat hi Qayamat to hai.”
Naziya ka ghoonsa phir utha.
Lekin Shāheen is bar tayyar thī.
Voh jhukai de kar bacha gaī.
“Qayamat to too bhi kam nahin. Kyā voh tera bhi Kħasam hai?” Naziya ne Shāheen ka survey kiyā.
“Kaash mera hota!”
“Kyā bakti hai?”
“Allah Qasam, Naziya! Zubeda bata rahi thī ki aesa chodta hai, aesa chodta hai―”
“Mar beħayā! Āvāz aur nichi kar. Kħālājān ne sun liya to kħāl kheench lengi hum donon ki.”
“Ammī andar hain. Abbū ke dost aaye hué hain.”
“Kaun vohi jo―”
“Shut up― Marvāyegi kyā?”
“Maarega kaun?”
“Aré! Teri to! Naziya ki bachchī! Kħūb masti chađhi hai? Pahunch ja uske pas. Aesa chodega ki hosh thikane aa jayenge!”
“Jab tujhe chodta hai, to tere hosh bhi thikane aa jate hain?”
“Aré! Mujhe kahaan chodta hai!” Shāheen kichkichakar boli, “Mujhe kahaan chodta hai! Mujhe to kahta hai, too Satish ki cheez hai. Satish se chudvā.”
“Aur too sunkar chali aati hai?”
“Aur kyā karoon?”
“Usne tujhe thik taraħ se dekha nahin hoga.”
“Dekha nahin hoga? Aré! Main uske kamre men nangi ghus gaī thī.”
“Shāheennnnnnnnnnnnnn―”
“Naziya! Too ne dekha use? Dekha too ne use?”
“Too us par marti hai?”
“Main marti hun? Sirf main marti hoon? Aré! Us par to poori Delhi ki Musalmān laundiyayen marti hain. Dekh nahin rahi? Voh Kambakht Hindu kitna kħūbsūrat hai. Haaye!”
Naziya ko ab maza aane lag gaya thā.
“Mujhe to nahin laga voh itna kħūbsūrat!”
“Aehai! Phir aa andar chalte hain.”
“Andar to Satish hai.”
“Nahin hai. Main to yunhi mazaq kar rahi thī.”
“Phir bhi. Hum kyon haten yahan se? Apne ghar men khade hain. Kisi ke baap ka dar pada hai kyā?”
“Hoon! Hoon! Main sab samajhti hoon, Naziya Khan! Voh bhi tujh par line maar rahā hai, aur tu bhi us par line maarna chahti hai.
“Yaar! Main chhuttiyon par aai hoon. Ħaj karne nahin aai main Delhi.”
“Miss Karachi! Iraade kyā hain?”
“Tere is Durgesh ka nām kħūb sun rakha hai.”
“Achchhā! Pakistan tak pahunch gaī shuhrat?”
“Pakistan tak? Årab tak to mujhe måālūm hai. Aur Kahān Kahān tak pahunchi hai, yah Vallah åālam vissavāb!”
“To Durgesh ke liye aai hai is martabā?”
“Aré! Nahin re! Main tujhe itni bhookhhi nazar aati hoon?”
“Naziya Khan! Soch Samajh kar! Sab kahti hain ki jise Durgesh ek bar chodta hai, phir use Durgesh ke ålava aur kisi se chudvane men koi maza nahinn aata.”
“‘Once with Durgesh,
all the rest is trash’?”
“Kahti to sab yahi hain us Hindu launde ke mut’alliq.”
“Aesa kyā hai uske lund men?”
“Chudvāo to jāno.”
“Tu to nahin chudvā pai aaj tak.”
“Yahi to afsos hai, meri Jān, Naziya Khan! Yahi to afsos hai.” Shāheen sighed.
“Jab ki hai itni kħūbsūrat.”
“Ab kyā karoon? Uske saamne to nangi khađi ho gaī. Phir bhi nahin choda kambakħt ne!”
“Sach Shāheen?”
“Haan re! Aur us par qayamat yeh, ki voh bhi bilkul nanga thā us vaqt.”
“Nanga thā?”
“Haan! Kaha na! Aesi beizzati hui thī meri ki lagta thā, kahin doob kar ja maroon. Meri Chūt tak tika di thī maine uske lund par.”
“Phir bhi nahin choda?”
“Phir bhi nahin choda. Ab bata. Kahān jakar doob maroon main?”
“Yaar! Tu to behad ħaseen hai.”
“Yahi sochkar to itni himmat ki thī. Saara ghuroor tođkar rakh diya kambakħt ne mera.”
“Too bakvās kar rahi hai. Main nahin maanti.”
“Maan le meri Banno! Allah Qasam! Jo kaha uskā ek ek lafz sach hai. Main kyā apni zuban se apni Nakami ka dhindhora peetungi?”
“Lekin sab to kahti hain, ki voh Bahut sexy hai. Kisi Musalmān lađkī ko chodé baghair hargiz nahin chhođtā.”
“Yahi sab sunkar to maine bhi himmat ki thī.”
“Shāheen! Tu behad ħaseen hai.”
“Mujhe måālūm hai, yaar!”
“Phir tujhe kyon nahin chodā?”
“Vallah åālam vissavāb!”
“Tūné teri Chūt tika di thī Durgesh ke Hindu Lund par?”
“Tikā nahinn di thī. Uskā lund pakađkar meri Chūt ke munh men phansā liyā thā.”
“Shabās! Kamāl kar diya yaar, too ne to. Phir?”
“Phir kyā? Jamkar dhakkā mārā ek. Durgesh ke lund ka poora supāđā andar ghus gayā meri Chūt mein. Bewaqoof thi kya main jo aesa na karti?”
“Too to nihal ho gaī hogi. Phir?”
“Durgesh chaunkā. Bola, ‘kyā karti hai? Pagal ho gaī hai kyā?”
“Tab too ne kyā kahā?”
“Main pagal thī kyā, jo kuchhh kahne sunne men vaqt barbad karti? Doosrā dhakkā lagāyā. Durgesh ka lund ek chauthāī andar samā gayā.”
“Shabās! Vohi to main kah rahi thī ki meri Shāheen to shernī hai. Durgesh ko nahin chod saki. Kamāl hai.”
“Aré! Main to chod chuki use! Aesa chodā hai kambakħt ko ki zindgi bhar yaad karega.”
“Yåni ki too use chod chuki?”
“Aur nahin to kyā?” Shāheen ne fakħr se apna sar taan liya, “Voh bolta rahā, ‘Tum Satish ki ho! Tum Satish ki ho!’ maine kahā ‘chillata rah! Mera thenga sunta hai’. Jee bharkar chodā kambakħt ko. Yaar! Uskā lund sachmuch unique hai.”
“Achchhā!”
“Haan re! Jaise hi Chūt ke andar ghusta hai, aur zyādah lamba, aur zyādah mota, aur aur zyādah sakħt hone lagta hai.”
“Voh to har lund hota hai.”
“Nahin hota! Yahin to maar kha gain aap, meri Jān Naziya Khan! Khatoon-e-Karachi! Durgesh ka lund har dhakke par aur zyādah lamba, aur zyādah mota, aur aur zyādah sakħt hone lagta hai. Aur jab voh hamāré ābe zamzam se nahata hai to ekdam faulad ban jata hai. Sach kahti hun aesa maza aata hai ki―”
“Lagta hai, tu kħayālon hi kħayālon men phir us Hindu se chudvane lagi.”
“Haaye!” Ek aah bhari Shāheen Khan ne, “Kħayalon mein hi to chudvā sakti hun na main usse! Haqiqat men to kambakħt mujhe apne putthe par haath bhi nahinn rakhne deta.”
“Åjeeb ghāmađ insān hai. Tere jaisi Ħusnparī ko nahin chodta? Too use chodtī hai?”
“To kyā karoon? Chūt uskā Hindu Lund nigle baghair nahin maanti. Itni khujli hoti hai ki zabardashti use girakar chađh baithti hun us par.”
“Tu― tu use gira leti hai?”
“Yaqeen nahin ho rahā na? Achchhā, dekhna. Ab to tu pandrah din rahegi yahan. Dekhna main kaise use girakar us par chađhti hun.”
“Aaj tak tu hi chodtī rahi hai use? Usne tujhe kabhi nahin chodā?”
“Dekh to kambakħt ko! Kahta hai main Satish ki hun. Satish se kyā nikāħ kar liya hai maine?”
Naziya Khan ka chehra sakħt ho utha.
“Too fikr mat kar. Is baar voh chodega tujhe.”
“Durgesh?”
“Haan!”
“I can’t believe you, Naziya Khan!”
“Shāheen Khan! Yah Naziya Khan ka vådā hai. Lekin―”
“Lekin kyā?”
“Satish ka kyā hoga?”
“Aajkal Almas pađī hui hai Satish ke Peechhe.”
“Almas Khan? Voh nakchađhi lađkī jo kahti thī ki har Hindu Kāfir hota hai?”
“Ab nahin kahti.”
“Kyā matlab?”
“Irfan tayen tayen fiss nikal gaya.” Shāheen Khan hansee, “Lund tak nahin ghuseđ saka andar. Baahar hi kħalās ho gaya. Almas Khan ko kāto to kħoon nahīn. Kħūb laaton se navāzti rahi Irfan Khan ko.”
Naziya Khan hansne lagi.
“Kyā kah rahi hai? Allah Qasam?”
“Allah Qasam Yaar! Main kyā jhooth boloongi tujh se? Too kisi se bhi poochh le.”
“To ab kyā karta hai apna Irfan Khan? Apni nooni pakađ kar kħud hilata hai? Koi lađkī to ab us par thookti bhi nahin hogi.”
“Nazima ke peechhe pada thā.”
“Oh!”
“Nazima ne kuchhh aesa kiyā hai uske saath, ki Irfan Khan ke saare kas bal nikal gaye hain.”
“Kuchhh aesa kiyā hai― matlab? Thik thik nahinn måālūm kyā kiyā hai?”
“Nahin. Nazima kisi ko kuchhh batane ko hoti hai to Irfan uske qadmon se lipat jata hai. Use Bājī kahne laga hai. Kahta hai, apne gunahgar chhote bhāī par raħam kare.”
“I see.”
“Haan re!”
“To too Durgesh ko chod chuki?”
“Aré! Nām mat le kambakħt ka. Uskā nām lete hi meri Chūt phir se gili hone lagti hai.”
Naziya Khan hansne lagee.
“Ae Naziya!”
“Hun?”
“Too to pandrah din rahegi na?”
“Haan, kyon?”
“Is baar kuchhh nayā karte hain.”
“Naya?”
“Haan!”
“Kyā?”
“Durgesh ko chodtī hain hum sub milkar.”
“Aré! Tera dimāgh kħarāb hua hai? Kħālājān ko patā chal gaya to――”
“Aesa karte hain, sabse pahle Ammī ko hi chudvati hain Durgesh se.”
Naziya Khan was horrified.
“Kħālājān ko?”
“Haan! Jahan ek baar Ammī chudin Durgesh se, ki bas, ham sab haméshā haméshā ke liye āzād. Jo kħud chud chuki hon, voh hamen chudvane se thode hi rok payengi?
“Allah Allah Kħair Sallah!”
Shāheen Khan seedhi ‘Film Apsarā’ ke office aa dhamki.
“Hey! Hero! Meri Chūt men phir khujli ho rahi hai.”
“Shut up Shāheen! Behave yourself.” Maine use dāntā.
“Chodnā to pađégā, Rājā! Shāheen Khan ko. Yā to yaheen chodo, ya phir chalo kahin baahar chalte hain.”
Maine thandi nigahon se uski taraf dekha.
“Hey Hero! Aesi nazron se dekhne se kaam nahin chalegā.”
Kyā ho gaya thā is lađkī ko achanak kuchhh Samajh nahin pa rahā thā main.
21-saal ki thī Shāheen Khan.
B.A. men padhti thī.
Satish nām ke ek ladke se uske t’alluqat the.
Maine socha thā, ek aur Ashvinātam Jođī ban rahi hai.
Acchhā hai.
Jo madad ban padegi mujh se in donon ki, karoonga.
Phir achanak hi Shāheen Khan par mujhse chudvane ka bhoot savār ho gaya thā.
Maine use samjhane ki Bahut koshish ki thī, lekin voh meri ek bhi sunne ko tayyar nahin thī.
“Satish mera Kħasam nahin hai. Samjhe?” Voh daant peeskar boli thī, “Mere jism par sirf mera ħaq hai. Mera jee chahega, main tumse chudvaungi. Mera jee chahega, Satish ke sāth ghoomoongi phiroongi.”
“Achchhā, Achchhā!”
“Achchhā, Achchhā! Kyā Achchhā, Achchhā?”
“Sālī! Ab chađh mat mujh par.”
“Kisi na kisi ko to chađhna hi padega. Mujhe kħud par chađhne se rokna hai, to kħud mujh par aa chađho. Samjhe?”
“Yaar! Too aese mazaq mat kiyā kar.”
“Aré! Main mazaq nahin kar rahi.”
“Satish se jhagđā ho gayā?”
Shāheen Khan ki aankhen achanak hi chhalchhalā aaīn.
Voh doosri taraf dekhne lagi.
To yah baat thī?
Afshān ko bolkar Shāheen ke saath baahar nikal aaya main.
Bahut der tak hum donon mein se koi bhi nahin bola.
Main bhi maun rahā.
Shāheen bhi kħāmosh rahī.
Hum donon chupchāp ek doosre ke saath ghoomte rahe.
Shāheen ne is taraħ mera haath pakađ rakha thā jaise use dar ho ki uske haath chhođte hi main fauran use chhođ kar bhāg nikloonga.
Yåni voh insecure maħsoos kar rahī thī kħud ko.
Iseeliye mera haath pakađ kar, is taraħ mujhe apne saath ghoomne par majboor karke, yah tasalli dena chahti thī kħud ko ki voh insecure nahin hai. Main uske paas abhi bhi hoon.
Chūt men khujli ki baat bakvās thī.
Varna abhi tak voh mujhe kahin bhi girakar mujh par chađh baithi hoti.
“Kyon kiyā toone aesa?” Aakhir prashn kiyā maine.
“Kyā?”
“Kyon chodā nujhe girakar zabardashti?”
Shāheen Khan hansee.
“Tumhen koi lutf nahinn aaya? Mujhe to Bahut aaya.”
“Kyon kiyā?”
“Hum Musalmān lađkiyān badchalan hoti hain. Humāri Chūton men bepanāh khujli hoti hai. Use mita sakna Musalmānon ke bas ki baat nahin hai. Isiliye hum log Hinduon se Chudvātī hain.”
Mera chehra balā ka sakħt ho utha.
“Kisne kahā aesa?”
“Kahā to Aslam ne thā. Lekin―”
“Lekin?”
Shāheen Khan chup rahī.
“Lekin?”
Shāheen kuchhh nahin boli.
“Shāheen! Main kuchhh pooch rahā hoon.”
Shāheen ne apni Samajh men meri nigah bachakar apne aansoo ponchh liye.
“Lånat hai yaar! Mujh par, jo mujhe chod kar bhi too ro rahī hai, aur main tere aansoo bhi nahin ponchh sakta.”
Shāheen Khan apne aap ko sambhāl kar hansee.
“Aré! Chhođo na ab is baat ko. Jo hona thā ho gaya. Satish is not the end of the world.”
“Haan bhai, B.A. men padhti hai. Thodi Bahut English beech beech mein nahinn bolegi, to patā kaise chalegā ki B.A. kar rahī hai.”
Shāheen Khan khulkar hansee.
“Aur nahin to kyā!” Voh fakħr se sar taan kar boli.
Tabhi Satish dikhai diya.
Shāheen Khan ne kħās taur par use sunane ke liye zor se khankhārā aur phir uski taraf munh karke zameen par thook diya.
Satish lapak kar hum donon ke qareeb aa gaya.
“Shāheen!”Voh rundhi āvāz men bolā, “I’m sorry!”
“Sab kuchhh luta ke hosh men aaye to kyā kiyā.” Shāheen Khan tarannum men gungunane lagi.
“Shāheen! Please!”
“Who are you?”
“Shāheen! Main Aslam ki baton men aa gaya thā.”
“I don’t know you.”
“Durgesh!” Satish meri taraf muda, “Isse kaho, mujhe måāf kar de. Ghalti insaan se hi hoti hai.”
“Tumne Bahutder kar di Satish! Måāfī mangne men.” Mera svar balā ka gambheer thā.
“Oh, come on, Durgesh! Main jān chuka hoon ki tum donon men koi jismani t’alluqat nahin hain.”
“Ab hain.” Shāheen Khan kađve lahje men boli, “Go away.”
“Shāheen! Please!”
“Who are you?”
“Shāheen! Main Aslam ki baton men aa gaya thā.”
“To ab aankhen kaise khuleen aapki?”
“Aslam Hamid se kah rahā thā ki usne hum donon ko alag kar diya. Durgesh Musalmān ladkiyon ko chodne ke måāmle men Bahut badnām hai. Usne is reputation ka fayda uthakar mere man men yah shanka dal di ki Durgesh tumhare ghar aata jaata hai. Tumhen chodne ke ålava aur kisliye aata jaata hoga.”
“Thik samjha thā tumne. Isiliye aata jaata hai Durgesh mere yahan. Main prostitute hoon. Tum akele se mera kaam nahinn chalta. Durgesh bhi chāhiyé mujhe. Ek do ke chakkar men aur hoon. Tumhārī nigahon men koi hon to batana.”
“Mujh se Bahut bađī ghalti ho gaī, Shāheen! Please! Forgive me.”
“Go away! I say! You swine!”
“Shāheen! Shāheen!”
Shāheen Khan apni sandles utārkar us par jhapti.
Satish ne apne aap ko bachāne ki koi koshish nahin ki.
Voh kħāmoshī se Shāheen Khan ki sandles par sandles khata rahā.
Maine Shāheen Khan ko pakađne ki koshish ki to Shāheen Khan buri taraħ dahāđī.
“Chhođ do mujhe Durgesh! Main kahti hoon. Jis jahannum se main guzri hoon, mera Allah hi janta hai. Musalmānon ko chhođ kar, apni Ummat se baghāvat karke is zaleel shakhs ke paas gaī thī main. Socha thā jaisa Durgesh hai, utna na sahi, kuchhh to hoga hi Durgesh jaisa. Aesa nikla yah. Musalmānon ne ek måāmūlī si chaal chali aur yah aundhe munh ja gira. Ise yaqeen ho gaya ki main vaisi hi giri hui hoon, jaisi Musalmān mujhe bata rahe hain. Iski Samajh men yah baat nahin aai ki apni kati naak ko chhupane ke liye Musalmān kuchhh na kuchhh to karenge. Unhone mujhe badchalan thahraya ki unka koi qasoor nahin hai. Main hoon hi badchalan. Voh kyā kar sakte hain. Musalmān apni saazish mein kāmyāb ho gaye aur main haar gaī. Main haar gaī Durgesh! Is zaleel shakhs ki vajah se.”
“Control youself Yaar!”
“Isse kah do yahan se chala jaye, varna main kuchhh kar baithoongi.”
Satish ka poora chehra aansuon se tar ho rahā thā.
Voh hichak hichak kar ro rahā thā.
“Bahut bađī ghalti ho gaī Durgesh, mujhse. Bahut bađī ghalti ho gaī.”
“It’s all right. We all are human beings.”
“Human beings? He is a swine. Dirty swine, I say.” Shāheen Khan chillakar boli.
“Achchhā! Achchhā! Voh ja rahā hai yahan se. ab to control kar kħud ko yaar!”
Shāheen Khan bebasi se phaphak kar ro pađī.*
Jabeen mansion!
Yeh thā us makan ka nam, jahan Shāheen Khan rahti thī aur Naziya Khan aa kar thahri thī.
Jabeen Khan, Shāheen Khan ki Ammī ka nam thā.
Bahut chahte the Shāheen ke Abbū Shoeb Khan Sāħab apni Bīvī ko.
Makan ka nam apni Bīvī ke nam par rakha jana is baat ka suboot thā.
Main Shāheen Khan ke saath Jabeen mansion men dākħil hua.
Jabeen auntie ekdam saamne hi pad gain.
“Achchhā! Achchhā! Iske saath ghoom rahī thī? Sharm nahinn aati, Shāheen, tujhe? Voh lađkī Pakistan se aakar yahan baithi hui hai. Aur tu Durgesh ke saath―”
“Koi mahmān aaya hai, auntie?”
“Isne nahin bataya?” Jabeen auntie ne apni beti ko ghoora, “Kyon bataayegi? Bataa deti to tu ise lekar pahle hi ghar nahin aa jaata?”
“Ammī!” Shāheen Khan protested.
“Durgesh! Bétā! Apni laadli ko zara iske room tak le jao. Vahan meri bahan ki lađkī iska intzar kar rahī hai.”
Main Shāheen Khan ko lekar uske kamre ki taraf badha.
“Aur suno.” Peechhe se Jabeen auntie ki āvāz phir mere kānon se takrai.
“Jee auntie!”
“In Sāħabzādī ko sirf pyar mat kiyā karo. Zara inke kaan bhi kheencha karo. Tum se hi milna thā isko, to tumhen bhi to bula sakti thī yahan.”
“Auntie! Yah abhi bachchī hai.”
“Bachchī hai? Ikkis saal ki poori bharpoor naujawan lađkī bachchī hai? To jawan kab hogi bétā? Jab iske pair qabr men latakne lagenge tab?”
“Chalo!” Shāheen Khan ne mera Hindu Lund pakađ kar kaskar dabaya, aur honthon hi honthon men boli, “Andar chalo auntie ke béte! Tumse nipatti hai yah auntie ki beti achchhi taraħ.”
Andar pahunchte hi Naziya Khan ke vahan hone ka koi bhi lihaz kiye baghair mujh par pil pađī auntie ki beti sachmuch hi.
“Aré! Aré! Kyā karti hai? Kyā karti hai? Yeh sab akele mein. Yeh sab akele mein.”
“Tum Samajh lo ki Naziya nahin hai yahan par.”
“Aré! Kaise Samajh loon Sālī! Main―”
“Sālī? Main Sālī? To Bīvī kise banāogé? Naziya ko? Pakistani hai Naziya. Tumhare hosh thikane la degi.”
“Sorry Naziya Sāħibā!” Main Naziya Khan se bola, “Yah Sālī Bahut munhphat hai. Main iski taraf se måāfī māngtā hoon.”
“Chalo, chalo, zyādah sharafat dikhane ki zaroorat nahin hai. Naziya tum Hinduon ke mut’alliq sab kuchhh janti hai. Pakistan ki hi hai. Koi aese mulk ki nahin hai, jahan Hindu shire se hon hi nahin.”
“Aesa kaun sa mulk hai, Begum?”
Shāheen Khan mujhe paglon ki taraħ choomne lagi.
“Begum? Begum kahā mujhe? Thank you. Thank you very much. Meri Jan, Durgesh! Mere sartaj!”
“Ab bas bhi kar Sālī!”
“Phir Sālī? Demotion again? Yåni Bīvī Pakistani hi chāhiyé? Naziya! Teri kħair nahin. Bahut bura chodta hai Durgesh.”
“Shāheen!” Naziya Khan sharm se surkħ hoti hui boli.
“Achchhā! Achchhā! Samajh gaī. Tujhe bhi sharafat dikhani hai na Durgesh ke saamne! Pahli martaba mil rahe ho tum donon. Okay! Naziya Khan Sāħibā! Yeh Durgesh hain. Practically mere ho chuke Hindu Kħasam hain. Legally Allah måālūm ban payenge ya nahin. Lekin practically to inki parchhāīn ko bhi rahna padega. Mā badaulat ko inka Hindu Lund pasand aa gaya hai apni Chūt-e-Muslimah ke liye.”
“Mar beħayā!” Main hansta hua bola.
“Shāheen ki bachchī!” Naziya Khan sharm se buri taraħ surkħ hoti hui boli, “Kuchhh to sharm kar. Hum donon abhi kunvari hain.”
“Sorry, Naziya! Yaar! I’m not Kunvārī any more. Durgesh ka lund kħūb ghus chuka meri men. Haan! Teri problem zaroor hai. Tu abhi bhi Kunvārī hai. Lekin yeh bhi aesa kaun sa itna bada problem hai ki hal hi na ho sake? Durgesh! Chodo isko bhi. Yeh abhi tak Kunvārī hai. Saale Pakistani nāmard abhi tak kuchhh nahin kar sake!”
“Teri to!” Naziya Khan takiyā uthākar Shāheen Khan par jhapti.
Shāheen Khan fauran use angoothā dikhakar munh chidhati hui baahar bhag gaī.
“Taubah! Taubah! Lađkī hai ya qayāmat!” Naziya Khan ne sharm se surkħ hote hué baat sambhālne ki koshish ki, “Durgesh Sāħab! Aap jhel lete hain isko?”
“Jhelna hi padta hai. Main is par thode hi chađhta hoon. Yehi mujh par chađha karti hai.”
“Taubah! Taubah! Mera t’arruf tak nahin karaya aap se thik se! I’m Naziya Khan from Pakistan.”
Naziya Khan ne apna daayan haath aage badhaya.*
Main ne uskā daayan narmo nazuk gulābī haath mere daayen haath men lekar dabaaya.
“I’m Durgesh from Hindusthān.”
“Bađī Kħushī hui aapse milkar.”
“Mujhe aap se zyādah huī.”
“Voh kyon?” Naziya Khan sharārat bhari āvāz men boli.
Maine bina kisi ultimatum ke uskā haath pakađe hué hi mere buri taraħ thanthana rahe Hindu Lund par rakh diya.
Naziya Khan ne baukhlākar mere haath se apna haath chhudane ki koshish ki.
“Haye Allah! Yeh kyā kar rahe hain aap?”
“Pasand nahin aaya?”
“Hāye Allah! Aap Hindu itne besharm hote ho, mujhe nahin måālūm thā.”
“Iske pahle kisi Hindu se mulaqat nahin hui aapki?”
“Jee nahin.”
“Shukr hai Eīshān ka.”
“Kyā matlab?”
“Agar hoti to aap mere liye Kahān bach paatin.”
“Taubah! Durgesh Sāħab! Aap to―”
“Aji goli maariye Sāħab ko. Aap to seedhe seedhe Durgesh hi kahen mujhe.”
“Kahoongi. Kahoongi. Lekin mera haath to hatāne dijiye.”
“Kahaan se?”
“Vahin se, jahaan aap ne zabardashti rakh rakha hai, pakađ kar.”
“Aré! Aapka haath to kaanp rahā hai.”
“Mera haath nahin kaanp rahā hai, Janab! Aapka voh thanthana rahā hai buri taraħ.”
“Aap ko kaise måālūm?”
“Mujhe kaise måālūm? Mujhe kaise måālūm?” Naziya Khan kichkichakar bolī, “Aré! Mera haath vahin rakh rakha hai aapne! Aur poochhte hain Mujhe kaise måālūm?”
“Aré! Haan! Yeh to main sachmuch hi bhool gaya thā ki aapka haath mere Hindu Lund par hai.”
“Haye Allah!”
“Kyā hua?”
“Kitne Besharm hain aap. Kitni gandi gandi baaten kitni aasani se kar lete hain. Hamaare Pakistan mein to―”
“Yeh aapka Pakistan nahin hai, Jānam! Yeh hamaara Hindusthan hai.”
“Jahan mahmānon ke saath aesa sulook kiyā jaata hai?”
“Kyon bhai, sulook ko kyā ho gaya?”
“Aré! Mera haath hatāne dijiye vahan se.”
“Rakhā rahne dijiye na, please! Mujhe Bahut achchhā lag rahā hai.”
“Taubah! Taubah! Main kahti hoon―”
Lekin aage kuchhh kah nahinn pāī Naziya Khan.
Iske pahle ki voh apna jumlā poora kar pati, maine ikkis saal ki us bepanāh ħaseen Pakistani Musalmān lađkī ko mere prabal Hindu bāhupāsh men samet liya.
Mere donon balā ke ushñ Hindu Purushādhar Naziya Khan ke balā ke hassen surkħ Pakistani Musalmān honthon ki taraf bađhé.
“Haye allah! chhodiye! Yeh kyā kar rahe hain aap.”
“Hindusthān Pakistan ko ‘Kħush Āmadīd’ kah rahā hai.”
“Taubah! Taubah! Is taraħ ‘Kħush Āmadīd’ kahte hain aap Hindusthāni hum Pakistaniyon ko?”
“Isse achchhā aur koi tareeqā ho hi nahin sakta Meri Jān, Naziya Khan!”
“Khan ka kaafiya to achchhā bithala aapne Jān ke saath. Shāheen ko kyā kahte hain? Meri Jān, Shāheen Khan?”
Main hansaa.
“Mere daayen haath par karam farmaayen, please! Bahut bađī ghalti ho gaī jo aap se musaafiħe ke liye haath mila baithi.”
“Pachhta rahī hain?” maine uski machhliyon jaisi bepanah ħaseen Pakistani Musalmān aankhon men jhaanka.
“Allah!” Naziya Khan chhatpataai, “Yeh kis museebat men phans gaī main?”
“Jab Pakistan vāpas jayengi, to is musibat ko yaad kar kar ke baar baar Duā karengi―
‘Us musibat men mujhe phir se phansa de ya Rub!
Chāhne wala ho to phir teri Jannat hai yahin.’―”
“Allah! Allah!”Naziya Khan bebasi se boli, “Lillah, main kahti hoon―”
“Aap kuchhh na kahen, meri sarkar! Aap chup rahen aur thoda hamen kahne den.”
“Aré! Kyon mere peechhe haath dhokar pad gaye hain aap? Kyā bigada hai maine aap ka?”
“Aap ko apni donon janghon ke beech kuchhh nahin chubh rahā?”
“Taubah! Taubah! Allah! Aap kitne besharm hain Durgesh Sāħab!”
“Aré! Meri Jān, Naziya Khan! Aur kitna tadpayegi? Savere se jab se tujhe dekha hai, Pāgal ho rahā hoon tujhe chodne ke liye main.”
“Deevaron ke kaan bhi phat gaye honge sharm se!”
“To ab apni Chūt bhi phat jane de na yaar! Jaane de mera lund uske andar.”
Naziya Khan ne apni anguliyan apne kaanon men thoonsne ki koshish ki lekin uskā ek haath to mere Hindu Lund par thā.
Ek haath se yeh kaam hone wala nahinn thā.
Achanak hi maine uskā daayan haath chhođ diya.
Usne paaglon ki taraħ fauran hataya apna haath mere Hindu Lund par se.
Kintu tabhi mera daayan haath uske donon sudaul bhare bhare Pakistani Musalmān koolhon par ja pahunchā.
“Aap se yeh guzarish karni to bekar hai ki mujhe chhođ den. Kam az kam apne haath ko hi to thodi shāistgī sikhāiyé.”
Main Naziya Khan ke donon sudaul bhare bhare Pakistani Musalmān koolhe pyaar se sahla rahā thā.
Voh chhatpata rahī thī meri bahon men.
“Main aap ko Bahut achchhā insaan samajhti thī.”
“Agar Bahut acchha insaan voh bewaqoof hota hai, jo aap ko itne qareeb paakar bhi kho de to mujhe burā hi rahne den.”
“Taubah! Bahut ħāzirjawāb bhi hain aap.”
“Main Bahut kuchhh hoon meri Jān!
Yeh sach hai, lekin,
Too jo mil jaye to
jeevan men bahaar aa jaye’.”
“Main Pakistani hoon.” Voh pahli martabā muskurai.
Is ħālat mein muskurai ki meri daayeen hatheli uske donon bađe bađe gol bhare bhare bepanāh ħaseen Pakistani Musalmān koolhe sahla rahī thī.
Is ħālat meun muskurai ki voh abhi bhi meri baahon men buri taraħ kasi hui thī mujhse.
Is ħālat mein muskurai ki uski donon mount everest si sudaul nukili Pakistani Musalmān chhatiyyan mere Hindu Purush vax men buri taraħ chubh rahī thin.
Is ħālat mein muskurai ki mere donon Hindu Purushādhar uske surkh Pakistani Musalmān honthon par poised the.
Is ħālat mein muskurai ki mera balā ka sakħt buri taraħ thanthana rahā Hindu Lund seedha uski Chūt men chubh rahā thā.
Arthāt lađkī raazi thī.
Use aetraz nahin thā.
Lekin kuchhh baaten thīn jinhen voh pahle hi saaf kar lena chahti thī.
Pahle hi din, pahli hi mulaqat mein yeh Bahut bađī kaamyaabi thī.
Kyā mujhe lađkī ka dil rakh lena chāhiyé?
Agar voh aaj isse aage badhne se rok rahī hai, to mujhe ruk jana chāhiyé?
Kintu abhi hua hi kyā hai?
Abhi to maine is Pakistani Musalmān lađkī ke honth bhi nahin choome.
Kintu kuchhh baaten to isse bhi Bahut aage ki ho chuki hain.
Meri daayeen hatheli uske donon bađe bađe gol bhare bhare bepanāh ħaseen Pakistani Musalmān koolhe sahla rahī thī.
Voh abhi bhi meri baahon men buri taraħ kasi hui thī mujhse.
Uski donon Mount Everest si sudaul nukili Pakistani Musalmān chhatiyyan mere Hindu Purush vax men buri taraħ chubh rahī thin.
Mere donon Hindu Purushādhar uske surkh Pakistani Musalmān honthon par poised the.
Mera balā ka sakħt buri taraħ thanthana rahā Hindu Lund seedha uski Chūt men chubh rahā thā.
Aur―AUR―usne ek baar bhi apni Chūt mere Hindu Lund se hataane ki leshmātr bhi koshish nahin ki thī.
‘Iqrār nahin hai kiyā toone,
phir bhi iqrār tujhe hai yeh sach,
mere honth nahin choome toone,
Phir bhi tujhe pyaar hai, hai yeh sach.
Kuchhh dooriyan toone mitaain nahin,
Phir bhi kitni nazdeekiyan hain,
‘Main teri hui’ na kahā toone,
Phir bhi hum ek hué yeh sach’
Achānak hi maine Naziya Khan ko poori taraħ mere Hindu bāhupāsh se mukt kar diya.
Naziya Khan jaise āsmān se giri.
“Kyā hua?” Voh hađbađākar boli.
“Aaj humāri pahli mulaqat hai. Aaj isse aage nahin badhna chahteen na aap? Okay! Aaj sirf yahin tak.”
“Durgesh!” Naziya Khan ko jaise apne kaanon par yaqeen nahin hua.
“It’s all right. I love you.”
“Lekin―”
“Aap bhi mujhe pyaar karne lag gaī hain. Yeh main jān chuka hoon. Isliye ise jhuthlāne ki koshish na karen. Please!”
“Lekin―lekin main―”
“Janam! I love you.”
Naziya Khan kuchhh bhi nahin bol saki.
Bađī åjeeb si nigāhon se dekha usne meri taraf.
Is åjeeb insaan ko samajhne ki koshish kar rahī thī voh.
Ek lamhe pahle lag rahā thā, aaj hi abhi hi, sab kuchhh ho jayega.
Durgesh chod dalega use!
Durgesh use chodé bina nahin manega.
Durgesh use chodé bina nahin chhođega.
Aur, ab Durgesh chhođ chuka hai use!
Use chodé bina.
Uske honth tak choome bina.
Kyā soch rahī thī voh, aur kyā hua.
“S..S..Sorry!” Naziya Khan ke munh se bina kuchhh soche samjhe, beakhtiyaar nikal gaya.
“For what?” I smiled at her, “For what happened between us both?”
Naziya Khan ki palken jhuk gain.
“Aap jānte hain main kyā kahna chahti hoon.”
“Kyā kahna chahti hain aap?”
“Taubah! Bahut bure aadmi hain aap. Mujhe ekdam besharm banakar manenge.”
“Naziya!”
“Hoon!”
“Too Bahut pyaari lađkī hai.”
“Achchhā?” Naziya Khan honthon hi honthon mein muskurai.
“Haan!”
“Isiliye chhođ diya mujhe beech mein?”
“Too chahti thī ki main aage badhoon?”
Naziya Khan ne sharm se apna ħaseen Pakistani Musalmān chehra donon haathon se chhupa liya aur ishaare se inkaar mein sar hilaya.
Main hans pada.
“There you are.”
Usne åjeeb si nigahon se meri taraf dekha.
“Naziya Khan Sāħibā!” Maine vina kisi ultimatum ke pyaar se jhukkar uske donon kħūbsūrat surkħ Pakistani Musalmān honth choom liye, “Hum donon ke beech jo bhi hoga, aap ki apni marzi se hoga. Varna kuchhh nahin hoga.”
“Allah Qasam?”
“Eīshānasý Saugandham! Eīshānasý Shapatham!”
“Bahut kattar Hindu hain aap.” Naziya Khan hansee.
“Aap bhi to Bahut kattar Musalmān hain, meri Jān!”
“Main aapki Jān nahin, ya phir main Bahutkattar Musalmān nahin.”
“Donon hain aap. Aap Bahut― Bahut kattar Musalmān bhi hain aur―”
“Aur?”
“Aur Durgesh ki Jān bhi hain.”
“Durgesh ki Jān?”
“Haan!”
“Ek Pakistani Musalmān?”
“Haan!”
“Bahut kattar Musalmān?”
“Haan!”
“Durgesh ki Jān?”
“Haan! Haan! Haan!”
“I can’t believe you.”
“No differences please! No differences please! Not racial, not fathial, never one of these!”
Naziya Khan ne åjeeb si nigahon se meri taraf dekha.
I continued.
“No gender differences even I would like ever,
If she is a woman I’ll love her, it is clever.”
Naziya Khan hansee.
Main bolta rahā.
“I will give her every right whatever I have,
If she is in trouble, I would like her to save.
If she is a Muslim I’m Hindu if so what?
Together we each other will share every thought.
Don’t try to make us fight, keep both together,
Keep us happy, you will find, nice it is ever.
Don’t make it prestige point, try to make us love,
Humanity, friends, you find overall above.
Let’s laugh to each problem
Weeping never better,
Even we may solve them if,
We’ll work together.
Let’s try to find everything common we have,
Keep positive ourselves ever,
we should behave.
Try to find differences we have lots of them,
Try what we have in common,
Plenty they are same.
Try begin with common,
Try begin with common
We’ll find happiness thus,
We will be in heaven.”
Naziya Khan kissed me out of passion.
“You are great, Durgesh! Main aapke lāyaq nahin hoon.”
“Sālī! Too kitne hi bahāne kar, main chhođunga nahinn tujhe chodé baghair.”
“Aehaehae!” Naziya Khan ne mujhe angootha dikhaya, Thenga milega tumhen mujhse. Samjhe? Thenga.
“Itni adāyen dikhāyegi to abhi chud jayegi.”
“Sharmo ħayā to bilkul gholkar pee gaye ho.”
“Aré! Kaahe ki sharmo ħayā? Ek Pakistani Musalmān lađkī ko chodnā hai mujhe. Ab ismen sharm aani hai, to use aaye. Mujhe kyon aayegi?”
“Main anguli nahin chhoone dungi apni.”
“Chudvāyegi Sālī too mujhse!”
“Munh dho rakho! Yeh munh aur masoor ki daal.”
Achānak hi main us par jhapta.
Voh fauran jhukāī dekar bhāgī.
Maine dauđkar use peechhe se jā dabochā.
Mera Hindu Lund buri taraħ thanthana rahā thā.
Naziya Khan ke donon dilkash sudaul bhare bhare Pakistani Musalmān koolhe meri bharpoor Hindu god men aa samaaye.
Mera Hindu Lund donon koolhon ke beech balpoorvak ghusne ki koshish karne laga.
“Ae! Zara tameez se!”
“Chal―Aaī Sālī bađī mujhe tameez sikhane wali.”
Mera Hindu Lund shishnāgr se bhi thođā adhik, lagbhag poora ek chauthāī hi, kapđon ke oopar se hi uske donon koolhon ke beech samaaya hua phanphana rahā thā.
Uske donon koolhe meri god men samaa gaye the buri taraħ.
Kaskar daboch rakha thā maine Naziya Khan ko.
“Aré! Kyā karte ho? Mar jaungi.”
“Koi nahin mari abhi tak.”
“Main mar jāūngī. Kitna lamba hai tumhara. Kitna mota hai.”
“Isiliye to marti ho tum Musalmān Laundiyāyén mujh par. Yehi to chahiye tum sabko.”
“Aré! Mujhe nahin chāhiyé baba! Mujhe bakhsho.”
“To itni adāyen kyon dikha rahī thī? Nahin chāhiyé to?”
“Aré! Main pāgal hoon. Ghalti ho gaī mujhse måāf kar do. Please!”
“Chode baghair to nahinn chhođunga. Sālī! Savere se pāgal bana rahī hai mujhe apne liye.”
“Aré! Maine kyā kiyā?”
“Sālī! Sab kuchhh toone hi kiyā. Maħsoos kar rahī hai na? Kis buri taraħ tankar phata pad rahā hai mera Hindu Lund tere liye? Tere donon koolhon ke beech phanphana rahā hai. Dekha kitna betaab ho rahā hai?”
“Dekha! Dekha! Itni buri taraħ to daboch rakha hai mujhe apni god men. Abhi bhi nahin dekhoongi? Allah! Kitna lamba hai. Kitna mota hai. Kitna sakħt hai. Kitna mazboot hai.”
“Sālī!” Main hansa, “Tujhe patā hai? Tere donon koolhe uske aas paas kas gaye hain buri taraħ.”
“Haan to kas gaye hain, to kas gaye hain. Ab vahan jagah hi kahaan hai? God ke andar?”
“Sālī! Naziya Khan ki bachchī! Aaj teri khair nahin!”
“Aré! Baton ke sher! Kuchhh kar ke dikhāo.”
Maine tatkāl uske urojon ka kachoomar banana shuroo kar diya usi ħālat men.
Voh buri taraħ chhatpatai.
“Durgesh! Mujhe bistar par le chalo, please! Is taraħ nahin. Mujhe bistar par le chalo, please!”
“Sālī! Ek round pahle yahin. Bistar par iske båd. Samjhi?”
“Nahin samjhi. Aré! Main mari ja rahī hoon.”
“Aaj ki raat too zindgi bhar nahin bhoolegi.”
“Kyā? Poori raat bhar? Na Baba na!”
“Haan Baba haan! Savere se pāgal bana rakha hai Sali ne. Too pandrah din ke liye aai hai na? In pandrah dinon tak raat din se teri khair nahin.”
“Main mar jāūngī.”
“Mar ja Sālī.”
“Lekin tum mujhe nahin chhođoge?”
“Tujhe chodé baghair? Allah Allah kar, Sālī! hargiz nahin. Prashnamev notpadyaté.”
“Aré! Sanskr’t mat bolo! Sanskr’t mat bolo! Tumhen måālūm hai ki main Pakistani hoon. Musalmān hoon. Phir bhi dhađādhađ Sanskr’t par Sanskr’t bole chale ja rahe ho. Sanskr’t bole chale ja rahe ho.”
Maine uski brassier ke andar haath dal diya.
Naziya Khan bichki.
Usne mujhse chhootkar bhāgne ki koshish ki.
Kintu kaamyaab nahin ho saki.
Maine is buri taraħ dabocha use phir se ki uski aankhen baahar nikal aain.
“Mar gaīīīīīīīīī― Yā Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Naziya Khan is buri taraħ chikħī jaise main use jibah kar rahā houn.
Maine uske kħūbsūrat surkħ Pakistani Musalmān honthon mein mere donon Hindu Purushādhar pravisht kar diye.
Usne kichkichākar apne sudaul bhare bhare Pakistani Musalmān koolhe kaskar meri Hindu Purush god men samaa diye aur mera Hindu Lund un ke beech buri taraħ jakađ liya.
Mere donon haath uske donon urojon ka bhurta bana rahe the.
Teen ghante!
Poore teen ghante isi ħālat men rahī Naziya Khan mere sāth.
Use aesa lag rahā thā jaise mera Hindu Lund uske donon koolhon ke beech uske apne jism ka koi alag na kiyā ja sakne wala hissa ban gaya ho.
Allah!
Allah!
Is Hindu lađke ne to aaj uske kapđe utāre baghair, use nangi kiye baghair hi, uski Gānđ mārkar rakh di, aur voh bhi poore teen ghante tak lagātār.
Taubah! Taubah!
Jab use nangi kiye baghair hi Durgesh uski aesi ħālat bana sakta hai, to use nangi karne ke båd kyā karega voh?
Ghazab ka sex hai is Hindu lađke mein.
Jitna sunā thā Pakistan mein, yahan Hindusthan pahunchkar paya, ki voh to usse bhi kai guna bađh chađh kar hai.
Uskā dil hi nahin ho rahā thā ki voh apne koolhe meri god se bahar nikāle.
Koolhe bāhar nikle, to Durgesh ka Hindu Lund bhi uske koolhon ke beech se bahar nikal jayega.
Lāhaul vilā qoovat!
Voh phans gaī is Hindu shikari ke jaal men!
Ab kambakħt bhaagne ke mood mein nazar aa rahā hai use isi ħālat mein yahan akeli chhođkar.
Lekin voh bhi kaun si kam hai!
Bhaagkar to dikhaaye zara!
Aaj tujhe meri Gānđ mārne ka shauq charraya hai na?
Thik hai, aaj tu meri Gānđ hi maar.
Teen ghante to ho chuke.
Ab baaqi raat aur maar.
Main tayyar hoon isi ħālat men teri god mein mere koolhe samaaye rakhne ke liye.
Aaj tere Hindu Lund ko mere in donon koolhon ke beech hi qaid rahna hoga.
Bahut khujli ho rahī hai mere donon koolhon ke beech.
Qayaamat barpa karke rakh di hai tere Hindu Lund ne vahan.
Naziya Khan ne muskurakar meri taraf dekha, mere donon Hindu Purushādhar kħud pyar se choome aur phir apne donon koolhe is buri taraħ kaskar meri Hindu god men samaa diye, jaise ab voh unhen vahaan se kabhi alag nahin karegi.
“Eīshān!” Main hansaa, “Meri Jān, Naziya Khan! Iraade to Bahut khatarnak lag rahe hain ab tumhare. Kaun si nai shararat soojh gaī?”
“Ibtidāye ishq hai rota hai kyā,
Aage aage dekhna hota hai kyā’”
“Eīshān!” Main muskuraya, “Eīshān!”
“Abhi se Eīshān yaad aane laga aapko? Abhi to poori raat pađī hai Hindu Piyā!” Naziya Khan winked at me impishly, “Date raho maidan mein, karte raho attack par attack, chađhe raho Naziya Khan par. Samjhe?”
Main Naziya Khan ko aankh maarkar muskura diya.
Use meri taraf kheench kar, aur bhi kaskar, meri Hindu god men daboch liya maine.
Naziya Khan Sharārat se muskura rahī thī.
Mera Hindu Lund uske donon koolhon ke beech phanphana rahā thā.
Yeh thā hum donon ka pahla din pahli raat!
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend
4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service
5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1
6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2
7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3
8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4
9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5
10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6
11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7
12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8
13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9
14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10
15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh
16. A Deep Conflict-1
17. A deserving unfaithfulness
18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2
20. Yåqūb Family-1
24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife
26. The three pregnants-1
27. The three pregnants-2
28. In the Moonlight
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
31. Now entirely secured and safe
33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī seduced me
41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter
43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride
44. Hell, I revolt
47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1
48. Making love and understanding everything
49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh
50. After the death of my husband
52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now
53. The most memorable Eidī of her life
54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared
55. You are the best. You don’t know
56. I’m not defeated even yet-1
57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife
59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah: I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh
62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad
64. I live with him
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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1
10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2
11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1
12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2
13. Eidul Fitr-1
14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!
15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16 ‘Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’
17. Ahal-e-Bait-1
Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh 