The Yacht: 9

Midterm 2012 Volume 4

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Volume 3

Ved Nagar Volume 2

The Yacht

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 9

Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Wājid
Durgesh Al Taufīq Al Zāhid
Durgesh Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī

The chief of police interfered now.
“I hope I don’t have to take you into custody for disturbing the peace, Ma’am.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled ironically.
“What a fool you are. You think I came here without anticipating your illegal dirty conspiracy with Muħammad Ůsmān? You idiot, I have an anticipatory bail already against your potential illegal arrest.”
The chief of police was startled.
“Never thought of it?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sweetly, “We know you scoundrels even more than you think. We are prepared for your every illegal attack whatsoever. You fatheaded nincompoop, I know you more than you think. You are just a shill for these gambling houses. I respect the honest police officers. But I know Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim have you right in their hip pockets. What do you think, I’m a damn fool that doesn’t even know the criminal activities of Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim were not possible so arrogantly without your dishonest illegal support to them? You don’t dare to hiccup unless Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim give you permission. Don’t tell me what I can do and what I can’t do!”
“You are using loud and profane language in a public place, Ma’am.” The chief of police said, “If you continue to make abusive statements of that sort in public, I’ll have to take action, despite your anticipatory bail even.”
“Sure, go ahead. For your kind information, damn fool, we have set hidden video cameras here transmitting everything to the media and your higher authorities. Oh, never anticipated that? I know. We have immense faith in your stupidities. I haven’t moved into profanity yet. I’m getting ready to, however. Believe me, dumb ass, when I do that I use some very biting adjectives, and a few nouns that may startle you. You…”
“Just a minute,” I interrupted, “Perhaps I can be of some help here.”*

Muħammad Ůsmān said sweetly.
“Sure, you are most welcome. It was impossible the scriptwriter hasn’t written any dialogue for himself too. Go ahead.”
I ignored him totally, as if Muħammad Ůsmān wasn’t anybody there.
“Ma’am, I think it might be better to control yourself. You never need to let some cheap crooks debate with you. It is somewhat a humiliation for a lady like you. Why make a personal demand while there’s a legal remedy available? I think a written demand made in a more formal manner through an attorney would do you better.”
Muħammad Ůsmān eyed me scornfully.
“Just keep fucking us innocent Musalmīn’s extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies you are good at. You aren’t any attorney any more. You have exploded the entire law you knew once, in the form of your dirty Hindu semen into the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunts of our extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Through an attorney? Haha! You know as well as I do that when a guy loses money gambling, he can’t get it back.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid laughed.
I smiled cunningly.
“Can’t he, Muħammad Ůsmān? Are you sure?”
Muħammad Ůsmān laughed sardonically.
“You are damn right, my wife fucker, my sister in law fucker, he can’t. Even if the game was crooked, he can’t. He was engaging in an illegal activity and—”
“Careful,” Al Nādir Al Haibat interposed, “Let us put it this way, Muħammad Ůsmān. There are certain contracts that are against public policy as far as the law is concerned. It’s against the policy of the law to raise those activities to the dignity of legitimate business enterprises. Therefore, the courts are not open to persons who have participated in those activities.”
“Never mind all that double talk,” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Let’s give it to the multi-millionaire lady straight from the shoulder. Tell her despite her multi millions she can’t get a dime back legally. Durgesh has sweet-talked with her trying to seduce her. She must see herself in the mirror. She is an ever-irresistible Musalmān Beauty for the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu. He has fooled her talking with her immensely sweetly making her daydream, just to fuck her too as he is fucking the other Musalmān houseladies that are immensely beautiful. We sympathize with her.”
“That’s right, ma’am.” Al Nādir Al Haibat said with his toothy smile, “I know you are a successful businesswoman. But Durgesh is the most successful Muslimātchod Hindu in the entire history of humankind. He is an ever-incurable Musalmān Beauties fucker, beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker. He has such immense incredible ever-incurable communal obsession to fuck our otherwise decent Musalmān houseladies that are beautiful. You can easily understand how things are in this regard. A person can’t sit in on a game at night, trying to win money, and then come back the next day and say that the activity was illegal. He wants the money back that he’s lost. If he could do that, he would keep all of his winnings, and then whenever he’d lost he’d recoup his losses. Now, Muħammad Ůsmān is in a legitimate business and—I hope our Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Prince Charming, Durgesh, hasn’t fucked you already by talking sweet to you and making you daydream.”*

Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sarcastically, patronizing, feigning sympathy.
“You really think your beautiful Musalmān houseladies are as stupid and you Musalmīn are as powerless, as incompetent that Durgesh always succeeds to fuck your Musalmān Beauties, your beautiful Musalmān houseladies despite their inherent chastity and your entire efforts to keep them chaste?”
“Of course, ma’am, that’s what this Anant Muslimātchod Hindu is. You don’t know him exactly.”
“Are you really a damn fool or you are trying to pose yourselves so?”
“Ma’am,”
“The Musalmān Beauties and your beautiful Musalmān houseladies are not as vulnerable as you are trying to pose them, neither you Musalmīn are as powerless.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “The fact is exactly contrary to what you are trying to present. The Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies that are Durgesh’s Live in relationship Partners and beloveds, are frequently interviewed by entirely unbiased, honest and sincere journalists. They tell different stories entirely.”
“Ma’am,”
“A large number of them were framed in first degree murders due to different reasons. Durgesh fought their cases, exposed their conspirators, sent them to jail. The relatives of those conspirators defamed those Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies with Durgesh, even while there wasn’t any such thing anywhere. Durgesh successfully fought the cases of defamation of character on their behalf and was rewarded large monetary compensations even.”
“You mean Durgesh doesn’t have any sexual relationship with our beautiful Musalmān houseladies and Musalmān Beauties?”
“Of course, Durgesh has. Yet they are consensual relationships, not conspiratorial or communal as you claim. You losers are either jealous of Durgesh or yourselves communal trying to defame Durgesh, those Musalmān Beauties and those beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Yet their bonds with Durgesh is as much stronger that the more you tried to defame them the more they loved each other.”
Muħammad Ůsmān and Al Nādir Al Haibat looked at each other.
“Durgesh has already successfully fucked her too.” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Forget to save her from the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu scoundrel. No benefit in locking the stable after the horse is stolen.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid laughed curtly.
“I hope you’d prove in a competent court what you are accusing us of when we fight the case of defamation of character against you.”
Muħammad Ůsmān and Al Nādir Al Haibat were furious.
They were suffering from such wrath that they were incapable even to speak.
“They’ve rigged up a deal on my comparatively not so smart husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said, “They had already got him for something over five thousand dollars. I wasn’t willing to let even that ride. Why should I? Al Wājid Al Muħammad promised me that he wouldn’t do any more gambling, but they started in easy last night and lured him into the game. Then they started to take him. Al Wājid Al Muħammad thought his luck was bound to turn and stayed with it and—”
“He could have won,” Muħammad Ůsmān said sympathetically, “if he wasn’t thinking of your unfaithfulness, ma’am. Al Wājid Al Muħammad was immensely afraid of you that you would cuckold him to you and Durgesh in the same manner as my wife Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah has cuckolded me to herself, Durgesh and her younger ever smart sister Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah that kidnapped Durgesh and raped him.”
“Well, I think you ever doubtful Pseudo Musalmīn really deserve that.”
“I see.” Muħammad Ůsmān said curtly.
“Despite Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s constant advocacy that Pseudo Musalmīn never deserve us Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives’ innocent faithfulness, we should join her Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement, establish her ever dreamed of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, I never succumbed to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. But Al Wājid Al Muħammad never respected my loyalty to him despite his countless shortcomings. He is after Al Taufīq Al Zāhid.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid grimaced.
“Even if Durgesh hadn’t obliged me, I’d never appreciated your husband. I sympathize with him that he thinks you are cheating him for Durgesh.”
“That’s only a pretense for his gambling and infidelity to me for you.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “The bastard knows very well I don’t have any clandestine extramarital affair with Durgesh or anyone else. He has ill influenced my daughters even. I think Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is correct. The bastards like Al Wājid Al Muħammad really deserve to be cuckolded. My daughter, Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid…”

Al Nādir Al Haibat said gravely.
“Anyway, there you are, ma’am. Your husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad, was trying to win. If he had won, he’d have pocketed his winnings and both of you would have been very satisfied this morning. But he didn’t win, so…”
“So I want the money back,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said. “The game was crooked.”
“You can prove that?” Muħammad Ůsmān asked ominously, threateningly somewhat.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid watched Muħammad Ůsmān scornfully,
“You are damn right, I can prove that. What the hell for do you think I’ve retained Durgesh professionally? However, I don’t need to prove it. You know it was crooked. Everybody here knows it was crooked. You aren’t running this place on the square. Don’t be silly.”
“Those are the words that would lay you wide open to a claim for damages,” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “I suggest you be more careful, ma’am.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled triumphantly,
“All I know is that Al Wājid Al Muħammad has last something like fifteen thousand dollars here within the last few weeks and I am not going to stand by and see him robbed until he is legally my husband. It affects not only his, but also my reputation too as well, adversely. Now, are you going to give him the money back or…”
“Definitely, absolutely, positively not!” Muħammad Ůsmān interrupted firmly, “Your husband doesn’t get back a nickel. Moreover, in view of what you’ve just said, and the scene you’ve created here, Al Wājid Al Muħammad doesn’t even get back inside this place. I’m leaving orders with my Årab doorman not to admit him.”
“That’s very nice of you,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sarcastically, triumphantly.
Muħammad Ůsmān was as fuming as he didn’t notice even the sarcasm in her immensely scornful voice.
He continued irately,
“If you’d come to me as a lady and told me that you didn’t want your husband gambling here, Al Wājid Al Muħammad couldn’t have got in last night. However, you never said a word about it. Al Wājid Al Muħammad came and went just any other person and he gambled. He’s a good poker player. He knows what he’s doing but he just happened to have a run of bad luck last night. That’s all there was to it.
“Nevertheless, now you’ve said you don’t want Al Wājid Al Muħammad gambling here, that’s good enough for me. We won’t ever let him sit in another game.”
“Ma’am, I think that’s fair enough.” Al Nādir Al Haibat said, “If you didn’t want your husband gambling, I’m quite certain that Muħammad Ůsmān wouldn’t have wanted him sitting in on the games. I don’t think you ever said a word to Muħammad Ůsmān about not wanting Al Wājid Al Muħammad to gamble. After all, he’s been trying his best to win. You don’t have any legal recourse and…”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid put her hand on my hand.
“Are you sure you’ve taken my case against this crooked outfit?”*

I smiled.
I assured her, pressing her hand.
“I’ve already told you my strategy. Don’t worry. They charge me that I fuck beautiful Musalmān houseladies as my fee to save them from everything against them whatsoever the hell it may be. Nevertheless they never charge me I don’t protect them.”
“That’s right, ma’am,” Al Nādir Al Haibat interposed sarcastically, “If you’ve let Durgesh fuck you, you can commit any crime including first degree murder even. Durgesh would never let you punished. That’s guaranteed. Durgesh has already saved hundreds of beautiful Musalmān houseladies who committed first-degree murders of their Musalmān husbands/mankind. Every one of them is now Durgesh’s highly respected Live in relationship partner. Even the Supreme Court has declared them innocent. Their other Musalmān mankind were framed successfully by Durgesh and serving lifetime sentence or have gone to gas chamber.”
I was suddenly startled.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid’s extremely beautiful right Musalmān hand suddenly slipped and, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, it was on my Uncut Hindu Lund without any previous ultimatum.
“Thank you,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was suddenly rock hard.
Nevertheless, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid didn’t remove her palm from there.
I smiled triumphantly at Al Nādir Al Haibat.
“Thank you, counselor. I’m immensely grateful to you. Your false charges on me have compensated me with an immeasurably extraordinary compensation.”
Al Nādir Al Haibat had fallen as if from seventh sky.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid squeezed my Hindu erection once more.
Despite I was already fucking Al Taufīq Al Zāhid; I put my left hand around Al Saåīdah Al Wājid’s beautiful Musalmān waist, pulled her to myself and kissed her on her red crimson welcoming lips.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid returned my kiss immensely indebted to me.
Her arms were suddenly around my neck.*

Everyone, it seemed, was staring at Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.
For Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad it was frightening to see that in each person’s eyes, without exception, there was registered a look of horror.

Within thirty minutes, the group, grown larger from the arrival of other members of the Board of Directors, had assembled in the Conference Room.
They stood now in a semicircle, with an opening in the center for two still photographers and two television camerawomen representing the press pool, clustered around the long dark mahogany table.
Once, while waiting, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had asked Al Jalāl Al Tayyab if she had any person more whom she might wish to have witness the ceremony.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab confirmed my arm around her waist, smiled proudly at her husband, Al Zahīr Al Muħammad, and replied confidently.
“Certainly not. If Durgesh is with me, it’s more than even optimum for me.”
Al Zahīr Al Muħammad felt himself immensely insulted.
Yet, he knew he was too powerless to do anything.
Once, minutes ago, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had beckoned to Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad and Al Hilāl Al Tayyab and demanded Al Qur’an Al Karīm.
Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad brought the copy of Al Qur’an Al Karīm and gave it to Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.
She still couldn’t believe her Bhābhījān, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, was now the Chairperson of Islamic Chamber of Commerce.
The more Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad hated her Bhābhījān, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, the more Al Jalāl Al Tayyab progressed.
Allah, won’t she ever be punished for what she had done to Al Zahīr Al Muħammad, Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad’s ever loving, ever careful, real elder brother?
Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad found herself still standing next to Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid leaned against the high backed leather chair bearing the tiny brass nameplate:
Vice President, Islamic Chamber of Commerce’.
No, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid wasn’t herself Vice President, Islamic Chamber of Commerce.
It was Muħammad Ůsmān still now.
A gambler, a criminal, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid grimaced.
She still could not believe they let it happen.
Allah, how these miracles are taking place after all?
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has successfully established Democracy in Saåūdī Årab.
The entire Muslim World couldn’t stop her.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was too shrewd to be defeated by even entire Muslim World.
Entire Non-Muslims supported him, despite his daughter’s so arrogant behavior with the Non Muslimahs.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan openly wanted to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.

Chapter 10
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


The Yacht: 6

Midterm 2012 Volume 4

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Volume 3

Ved Nagar Volume 2

The Yacht

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 6

Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Wājid
Durgesh Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid

Durgesh Al Taufīq Al Zāhid

Al Saåīdah Al Wājid raised her eyebrows.
“There is no real cause for jealousy,” Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid said sarcastically, “but my Abbū should have, in your opinion, become temporarily insane.”
I interfered.
I had to,
“Let’s get certain facts straight. Your Abbū has been playing a lot of poker at the Paradise Floats, and your Abbū has lost rather heavily?”
“That’s right.”
“Your Ammī didn’t take kindly to the idea?”
“Wives don’t take kindly to the idea of husbands sitting in poker games and losing money.” Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid commented dryly.
“Should they?” I smiled.
Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid hesitated somewhat to reply me.
“And,” I continued, “Al Taufīq Al Zāhid was rather conspicuous around the Paradise Floats?”
“They made her conspicuous.” Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid said looking at her Ammī significantly.
“And your Abbū became interested in her?”
“Mr. Mayor, my Abbū loves her. And why the hell shouldn’t he, when my Ammī loves you entirely unashamed of herself?”*

I watched her gravely.
“How do you know your Ammī loves me?” I glanced at Al Saåīdah Al Wājid for a moment while asking Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid was red faced due to sheer anger.
“The father and daughter both claim that we are afraid of them. That’s why we are keeping our relationship clandestine.”
“I see, what the hell can they do if we really love each other? They are not as resourceful as we are.” I smiled making the joke of the suggestion.
“Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid is an innocent daughter of an innocent poor father.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled burning, but still keeping her dignity, “She thinks her gambler father is poor. His wife is cheating him clandestinely. He goes to Paradise Floats to forget his dilemma resorting to gambling. He isn’t responsible for the gambling even. He is a poor innocent cheated husband. What’s wrong there if even he loves Al Taufīq Al Zāhid? His wife is cheating him after all. You know very well, Mr. Mayor, I’m having an affair with you or not. Yet, she herself admits that her Abbū is gambling and loves Al Taufīq Al Zāhid. They blame either us Musalmān houseladies that are beautiful or our Hindu lovers that we are breaking their otherwise excellent homes. I too, with my sisters, believed it. I imagined the Musalmīn were innocent. How mistaken I was! My efficient Musalmān husband is blaming me now of infidelity only because he wants to gamble and have an affair with Al Taufīq Al Zāhid himself.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid inadvertently remembered while she visited Paradise Floats to object to her husband’s entirely irresponsible gambling:

The Paradise Floats was a gambling yacht.
I walked with Al Taufīq Al Zāhid and Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī across.
A man’s voice resisted,
“I’m Muħammad Ħabīb Nizāmuddīn, the police chief here on the yacht, Paradise Floats. What are you folks doing here?”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid gave a little gasp.
“Where’s Muħammad Ůsmān?” I asked the police chief authoritatively.
After all, I was the Mayor of Ved Nagar, the ever richest Multi Zillionaire, the utmost successful Sex Therapist, lifetime chairman of HVSI, an utmost successful writer and human activist.
“Here I am.”
Muħammad Ůsmān pushed his way belligerently forward, his deep set eyes glittering with hostility at me.
My eyes rapidly adjusted to the dim light.
“I’m here representing Al Taufīq Al Zāhid as her attorney. You threw her out of here last night without giving her a chance to get her things. The first thing we want is to get to her locker and get her belongings.”
“All right, all right,” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “you want to go to the locker. The chief of police is here. He’ll search the locker.”*

I watched him contemptuously.
“Not without a warrant, he won’t.”
“That’s what you think, sir,” the chief said politely, yet firmly, “when your extraordinary beautiful client, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid, opens that door, I take a look, certainly. Muħammad Ůsmān owns this place. He’s given me permission to search any part of it I want.”
“You are forgetting the law, chief.” I smiled, “the locker is the property of my client, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid.”
“She got a deed to it?” Muħammad Ůsmān asked sarcastically.
“Tell your under educated friend, Muħammad Ůsmān, chief, the concerned law,” I admonished the chief of police, “before he does something illegal more in the presence of witnesses. He is tremendously undereducated of the law concerning the business he is running. He has already violated so many clauses, due to his sheer ignorance of the concerned law. Advise him not to violate anymore. It was designated as a place where my client, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid, could store her things.”
“While she was working here.” Muħammad Ůsmān reminded curtly, “She isn’t working here anymore. I want to take a look in there. I want to see what’s in there. I’ll bet you I’ll find some of the money that’s been missing from the cash register.”
“You mean, Mr. Muħammad Ůsmān,” I said gravely, “that you are accusing my client, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid, that she would have taken the money from the cash register last night, then gone to her locker, unlocked the locker, opened the door, put the money in there, then closed and locked the door again?”
“Where else would she have put it?” Muħammad Ůsmān asked.
“If she has taken the money,” I said, “have any irrefutable proof that she actually did that?”
“Who else could take the money?”
“The court will tell us, don’t worry. It will find out and you would have to pay for your absolutely unevidenced accusation. You blamed my client, yet you don’t have any proof. It’s a costly misuse of power, Mr. Muħammad Ůsmān. Well, nothing to worry there for you, however, if you are willing to pay the cost.”
Muħammad Ůsmān looked at me scornfully.
Yet, he didn’t say anything orally.
“You don’t have a key to the locker?” I asked.
“Why should I have a key?” Muħammad Ůsmān said.
“You are the owner. You assigned this locker to her, didn’t you?”
“Of course, what’s wrong in it?”
“You had the key in your possession until you gave it to her?”
“Naturally,”
“You don’t have any duplicate or master key to the locker?”
“Why should have I?”
“Most of the owners do it, don’t they?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t believe even in having somewhat general knowledge of the business you are running?”
“I have perfect knowledge of what I think necessary.”
“You don’t think it necessary?”
“Never.”
“You can’t get in this locker?”
“Of course not. I gave your extremely beautiful client the key. She’s got it in her purse, that little purse she keeps down in the front of her sweater. I saw her put it there.”
I couldn’t believe him that he actually didn’t have a duplicate key or any master key.
I knew Muħammad Ůsmān better, didn’t I?
“You have been unable to open her locker?” I watched Muħammad Ůsmān gravely.
“Naturally. How could I get in? She’s got the only key to the locker. Hadn’t she?”
“Sure?”
“Of course.”
“Then,” I asked curtly, “how did you expect to get her things out and send them to her, as you told her?”
Muħammad Ůsmān looked at me contemptuously.
“Ever hear of any locksmith? You don’t run any entertainment business. Otherwise you should too have known that we use to have a locksmith’s services whenever we face such circumstances.”
“Your general knowledge about me is too poor, Muħammad Ůsmān. HVSI run every entertainment business except that’s harmful to human society. Gambling, wine, smuggling, prostitution etcetera aren’t actually entertainment businesses. They are extremely harmful to the human society. Only the underevolveds, as you, run such so called entertainment businesses.”
The police chief said,
“Don’t talk with him, Muħammad Ůsmān. He’s just trying to get admissions from you, in the presence of competent witnesses. This man never fights masculine. He always fights feminine. He doesn’t have any masculine empire. He has a feminine empire, Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire. Doesn’t he?”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled humiliating the police chief.
“We sympathize with you ever loser folks. I can very well understand your ever desperate jealousy. Nevertheless, you ever loser folks must too understand that it needs a man to establish a feminine empire or sex empire, whatever you want to call it. No bisexual, no gay, can do it ever.”
“And as far as your so called masculine fights are concerned, only the underevolveds, as you, can call them masculine fights. Actually they are Criminal fights, most dangerous ever to human society.” I said curtly.
The police chief and Muħammad Ůsmān only looked at each other, smiling.
“First,” I said, “I’m going to get my client’s things. I’m warning you both, Mr. Muħammad Ůsmān, and the police chief, that any attempt to search her things without a warrant will be considered an illegal invasion of my client’s rights. I’m also demanding an apology from Mr. Muħammad Ůsmān because of remarks he has made suggesting that my client is less than honest. Such an apology will not be accepted as compensation by my client, but we are suggesting that it be made in order to mitigate damages.”
Muħammad Ůsmān started to say something, but the chief of police said,
“Take it easy, Muħammad Ůsmān. Where’s Al Nādir Al Ħaibat?”
“That’s what I want to know,” Muħammad Ůsmān said angrily, “I told my attorney to be here to protect my legal rights as the owner of this yacht, Paradise Floats. An incurable fucker of criminal Musalmān Beauties interprets every law in their favor and my attorney isn’t present here, even though he always boasts to protect every masculine right of every male against the ever insane ever incurable Hindu fucker of criminal Musalmān Beauties.”
The door opened.
For a moment the light from the side walk poured in, silhouetting a bodily strong looking individual, as if he was a trained boxer, instead being an attorney at law.
I smiled.
Both Muħammad Ůsmān and his chief of police friend were imprudent enough to hire a bodily competent attorney instead of a mentally competent one.
They still believed in violence more than in the law and intellectual power.
But they were not alone.
Most of the backwards did it.
There were still too many Pseudo Musalmīn that couldn’t understand the supremacy of intellectual power.
They still believed in the supremacy of military power.
That’s why they lost to comparatively more prudent Hindus ever.
Despite their physical political administration on Hindus in India for a long time, they couldn’t get except a small land called Pakistan that too was divided into two separate autonomous sovereign countries soon.
The door closed and the silhouette resolved itself into a man of around thirty seven with dark rimmed spectacles, a toothy grin and hard, appraising eyes.
“This,” Muħammad Ůsmān announced acidly, “is Al Nādir Al Ħaibat, my attorney.”
He turned to him,
Al Nādir Al Ħaibat, Mr. Mayor is here representing once more one more criminal Musalmān Beauty. He says…”
“Glad to meet you, Mr. Mayor.” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat stretched his hand, “Sorry, due to traffic problems I couldn’t reach here earlier to welcome you.”
Al Nādir Al Ħaibat’s fingers closed around my hand.
“All right, never mind the diplomacy.” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Mr. Mayor is not here in his official capacity. He is here as an attorney representing this woman who’s trying to blackmail me and―”
“Easy, Muħammad Ůsmān, easy,” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat warned, “Take it easy, will you?”*

Muħammad Ůsmān said curtly,
“What do you mean, ‘take it easy’? I’m telling you.”
“Your antagonist isn’t an ordinary man.” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat said scornfully, “He is a world famous man for breaking countless Musalmān homes, yet he has miraculously managed most of the persons believe successfully that he isn’t a home breaker. He is a Messiah of Musalmān houseladies instead that’s rescuing Musalmān houseladies from their tyrant husbands and criminal house persons. He is being praised and respected immensely for it, instead of being condemned.”
“So what?” Muħammad Ůsmān said scornfully too, “With the infinite money he has, and still pouring in incredibly, anyone can manage the media praising him despite his tremendous shortcomings and wickedness even. Moreover he hasn’t even to bribe the media even. He himself owns most of the media, law firms etcetera. Most of the governments everywhere are immensely indebted and obliged to him for their own survival. They can’t act against him ever. He is the ever shrewdest person I’ve ever encountered in my life.”
I smiled,
“Thank you, gentlemen,”
“Don’t mention it,” Muħammad Ůsmān said sarcastically.
Al Nādir Al Ħaibat opened his mouth to say something, but Muħammad Ůsmān raised his hand to stop him,
“He’s representing a broad that’s trying to blackmail me. As always happens every criminal Musalmān houselady that’s extraordinary beautiful reaches him, lets him fuck her as much as he wants to, and he comes to rescue her posing himself as a messiah of unjustifiably accused Musalmān houseladies. I would never allow to let them play this dirty game to me even. She claims I accused her of being dishonest.”
“Oh, Muħammad Ůsmān would never do that.” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat smiled dignified.
Then he turned to Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, bowed to her, and swung around to face Al Taufīq Al Zāhid,
“Well, well,” he said, “It’s the cigar and cigarette girl.”
“That’s the one,” Muħammad Ůsmān said contemptuously, “she told me that she’d won a bathing beauty contest that included a trip to Ved Nagar Film Industry, a screen test and a certain amount of resulting publicity.”
“A screen test?” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat acted surprised incredulously.
“That’s what she said to me,” Muħammad Ůsmān acted paternal somewhat, “I never believed her. She was extremely beautiful alright, but it takes more than mere immense beauty to be an actress. I thought she dreamed of becoming an actress without knowing anything worthwhile about it. I got sympathetic, naturally.”
“Naturally,” I smiled sarcastically, “how nice of you,”
“She told me it was part of the publicity.” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “She told me she never heard anything from it again. She even said she even doubted sometimes if there was film in the camera.”
“The trip to Ved Nagar Film Industry?” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat urged Muħammad Ůsmān.
“She said that was real. She had to wait to travel when the plane had some extra seats. It was nice however, she said, while it lasted.”
“When did it quit lasting?” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat smiled sarcastically.
“About six months ago, she said.”
“And she’d been doing?”
“Various things, she said.”
“The last was being employed as a cigarette girl and novelty singer at your Entertainment Yacht?” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat asked.
“That’s right,” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “five months ago she got a job with me. I’ve a little night club here on the yacht with a room in back where there are legalized games, you know.”
“And her employment terminated when?” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat asked.
“Last night, and very abruptly.” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid answered curtly, instead of Muħammad Ůsmān.
“What happened?” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat asked feigning sympathy, dignity and impartiality.
“Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim were―”
“Go ahead,” Muħammad Ůsmān encouraged her sarcastically, “let’s hear your story that either you manufactured to get Mr. Mayor sympathetic with you or he did to fuck you.”*

Al Taufīq Al Zāhid laughed sarcastically.
“Durgesh never needs to manufacture any story to enjoy any Musalmān Beauty or any beautiful Musalmān houselady. Despite your desperate frantic efforts to prove otherwise, none of you bloody liars could ever prove Durgesh wrong, not even a single time. The ever persistent ever unstoppable ever overpowering expansion of Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire is itself a proof that Durgesh is always right. He hasn’t broken even a single Musalmān home anywhere. If the concerned Musalmān home was ever broken it was always broken by either the concerned Musalmān houselady because she never wanted to continue her homely responsibilities anymore, or her husband himself wanted to split away for his own hidden reasons. That’s why Durgesh was accused to break Musalmān homes countless times, yet it couldn’t be proven ever.”
“Very commendable opening speech,” Muħammad Ůsmān laughed sarcastically, “I congratulate the script writer. Mr. Mayor is always a successful writer. Let’s hear the rest of it.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid watched Muħammad Ůsmān contemptuously and continued, confidently.
Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim both wanted me to do some crooked work. They wanted me to look at the hands of a sucker and signal what he was holding.”
Muħammad Ůsmān indignantly tried to contradict her, but Al Nādir Al Haibat stopped him raising his hand once again.
“And you did?” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked Al Taufīq Al Zāhid.
“I did not.” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said irritably.
“So, what happened?” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked feigning courtesy.
“I should have known better. I failed to act prudent enough to protect my own interests. Muħammad Ůsmān was dangerous. I forgot that he has a terrific temper and he was furious. Suddenly, without any ultimatum, Muħammad Ůsmān took a long breath and smiled that oily and suave breath of his. He told me it was all right, he would handle the game without my help.”
“And he did?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t last long enough to find out.”
“What happened?”
Muħammad Ůsmān told me the cashier had become ill and had to leave. I was to take over the cash register and let some of my singing numbers go. Well, there was a hundred and twenty dollar shortage.”
“While you were in charge?” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked gravely.
“Yes.”
“A real shortage or―”
“A real shortage. The cash simply didn’t balance.”
“You admit it?”
“Of course, I admit it. I don’t want to blame anyone falsely.”
“What happened to it in your opinion, if you haven’t done it?” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked feigning impartiality.
“Frankly, I don’t know. I think Muħammad Ůsmān did a little sleight of hand on me when he inventoried the cash with me at the time I took over. Muħammad Ůsmān is very swift and very clever with his hands. He can deal from the bottom of the deck or deal seconds, and it’s almost impossible to catch him at it. I think that when he counted the cash in the cash register with me at the time I took over, he used his sleight of hand. All I know is that when I came to balance up, there was the shortage.”
“Who found it?”
“I found it.”
“And what did you do?”
“I communicated immediately with Muħammad Ůsmān. I told one of the waitresses to tell him. He was in this game.”
“And what happened?”
“Muħammad Ůsmān fired me. I had about a hundred dollars coming in back wages. Muħammad Ůsmān handed me forty dollars and told me that was enough to get out of there and if I wasn’t out within twenty four hours, Muħammad Ůsmān would have a warrant issued for me. He called me a thief and everything else in the―”
“Anyone present?”
“Quite a few people in the place could hear Muħammad Ůsmān. He wasn’t particularly quiet about it.”
“Know any of their names?”
“A couple. Al Sādiyah Arraħmān was there.”
“Who is she?”
“One of the girls who does all around work. Sometimes she acts as attendant in the powder room, sometimes she’s a hat check girl. Sometimes she works in the motel office.”

Chapter 7
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


The Yacht: 5

Midterm 2012 Volume 4

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Ved Nagar Volume 2

The Yacht

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 5

Marriage and Friendships
The Ultimate Intimacy in friendships

I looked at Al Hilāl Al Tayyab,
“Why are you marrying a bisexual?”
“I may have my own personal reasons, Durgesh. I never found you as inquisitive as to pry in someone’s personal affairs. I never pried in your personal affairs in our immensely intimate friendship of past ten years. Did I? Everyone has a personal life too that s/he never wants to share with her/his shadow even.”
“Sure,” I kept fucking Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb gravely, “I myself respect an individual’s personal privacy even more than you do. You yourself accept that you never found me as inquisitive as to pry in someone’s personal affairs. But it was a different relationship we had until now.”
“Allah,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was as if suddenly crestfallen, “I never thought we are not as intimate friends anymore as we were until now, only because I’m marrying someone else. Don’t you already have countless Musalmān houseladies your immensely intimate friends that you enjoy sex with too, yet they are already married to others, despite the infinite objections from their duly married legal husbands?”
“Sure, in my opinion it’s their private matter how they manage their marital relationship with their husbands. I haven’t any moral rights to pry into their married life until they don’t allow me themselves to do it.”
“And you maintain your friendship and your ultimate intimacy even with them to the extent to go against their duly married legal husbands, don’t you?”*

I watched her gravely.
“I have my friendship with them with ultimate intimacy. I don’t think I have less duties to them than their duly married legal husbands do.”
“I see,”
“I’m no one to tell my lady friends how they should behave with their husbands. It’s their own personal matter with their husbands. If their incompetent husbands―”
“How do you know it’s their husbands that are incompetent?” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab interrupted me, “Why the wives themselves can’t be incompetent and cheating on their competent husbands even?”
“Even then, it’s none of my business. Their husbands are not my friends. Their wives are my friends with ultimate intimacy with me. I have no loyalty to their unknown husbands. I have my loyalties to my ultimate ladies friends. Why shouldn’t I help them even to the extent to go against their husbands? For all I know maybe it’s the reason they befriended with me.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab smiled at me wickedly.
“You have very wicked morals, Durgesh.”
“What’s there wicked in it?”
“Forget it. We were talking about my Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.”
“Okay. Would there be any chance that your Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, could persuade your Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, to give up the administration of the trust and let you have the entire trust fund?”
“There’s always a chance of anything, you yourself say.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said abruptly getting to her feet, “I’m going to have my Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, come in and see you.”
“Sometime tomorrow.” I said determinedly somewhat.
“Certainly not. If you are still my friend with ultimate intimacy between us, you have to manage to see my Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, sometime this afternoon. I don’t know how many important appointments you have to cancel for it.”
I regarded my wristwatch.
“It’s twenty minutes past four. I’ve a very important appointment at five that’s a matter of life and death for one of my clients. I can’t throw him/her to the wolves even if it costs me your friendship. I’m sorry. If you can manage your Kħālā…”
“She’ll be here at quarter to five.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said.
“What did Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb mean when he said that you were being blackmailed?”
“How the hell can I know what someone meant when s/he said something? Ask him. Why didn’t you?”
I smiled at her,
“Never mind. I’d find out it from my another source even if you don’t want to tell me.”
“I can’t stop you. None can stop you from doing something if you’ve decided to do it.”*

Al Saåīdah Al Wājid was forty three.
But her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body never gave her real age.
I myself took her for anywhere around thirty three or thirty four, not more than that.
But my lady detectives of Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement and Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad had already briefed me about her that she was forty three actually.
She strode across the stateroom, being in use as my office on the yacht, with her hand outstretched, and said in a booming voice of ready cordiality.
“Mighty glad to meet you, Mr. Mayor. Al Hilāl Al Tayyab told me that I must come in right away. I dropped everything to run up.”
She was doubtlessly more beautiful than Al Jalāl Al Tayyab and her sister Al Quddūs Al Nisār too.
I felt myself erected.
She noticed it and smiled proudly, confidently.
I shook hands impishly not trying to hide my erection for her and surveyed her with my steady appraising eyes.
“The pleasure is mine. Please sit down.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid dropped into the same black leather chair which Al Hilāl Al Tayyab had occupied, fished a cigarette case from her purse and offered me first.
“Thank you.” I smiled, “I’ve got rid of smoking. You please go ahead.”
“No smoking? No wine?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid laughed musically.
“Alħamdulillāh,”
She used a lighter and grinned through the smoke at me.
“Wants to get married pretty badly, doesn’t she?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said.
“Wants to cuckold Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb pretty badly.” I corrected her, “You know about that?”
“Sure,” said Al Saåīdah Al Wājid heartily, “I know everything about Al Hilāl Al Tayyab after you. Perhaps even more than you, as a woman confides something more to a woman that she very carefully never confides even to her man. She is more intimate with me even as a niece than she is with Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.”
I smiled affably.
“Do you think,” asked I, “that anything could be done by a talk with Al Jalāl Al Tayyab?”
“Talk by whom?” asked Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.
“By you,” I suggested flattering her.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid shook her immensely beautiful head.
“By Al Hilāl Al Tayyab herself then?” I ventured.
Again Al Saåīdah Al Wājid shook her head.
“No,” she said, “there’s only one person who could talk with Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, the billionaire, the ever moral, and do any good.”
“And who is that?” I smiled affably.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid looked directly into my eyes.
“You. Nobody else. She has faith in you even more than she has faith in herself. You always helped her, even protected, against her husband. You are both her lawyer and her de facto husband now.”
My expression did not change.
My eyes were still grave.
“From all I know of her character, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab might not appreciate my interference. I’m not her lawyer, neither her de facto husband now in this matter. Instead, I’m Al Hilāl Al Tayyab’s lawyer and her boyfriend. Al Jalāl Al Tayyab may resent my interference in her trust duties.”
“I don’t think so,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid contradicted me gravely, “I don’t know whether you’d agree with me or not, but in my opinion, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab is a peculiar woman. She doesn’t want any sentiment to influence her business judgment.”
“What is peculiar about it? Every successful person, if you study his/her life scrutinizing it, you’d find s/he always keeps away his/her sentiments/emotions from taking decisions. That’s why s/he is successful.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid watched me with interest.
“Allah, I never thought about it. Perhaps this is the reason that you both are more successful in business than me.”
“Thank you.”
“But I still think Al Jalāl Al Tayyab is more successful a businesswoman than she is a successful Buā, a successful aunt. I still think I’m a better relative to Al Hilāl Al Tayyab even if I’m not as successful a businesswoman as Al Jalāl Al Tayyab is.”
“I agree with you. Nevertheless, don’t you think you’d have helped your niece, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, more if you were a more successful businesswoman than Al Jalāl Al Tayyab?”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid watched me deeply.
“Sorry, Mr. Mayor, the reason Al Jalāl Al Tayyab and her six other sisters are billionaires while I’m and my sisters are only millionaires, is they are your women and we are not. You are an utmost successful man in almost every field you are interested in. They say you are the utmost successful businessman of entire history of humankind.”
“And you believe it?” I smiled good naturedly.
“It doesn’t make any difference. The entire business community believes it. And that’s what makes all the difference. Even if I were a billionaire and Al Jalāl Al Tayyab were a millionaire, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad had made Al Jalāl Al Tayyab the trustee of his Spendthrift Trust for Al Hilāl Al Tayyab. He never approved of my business judgments. He always praised his sisters’ business judgments more than his sisters’ in law business judgments, even though he praised our Īmān more than the Īmān of his own sisters.”
“I see,”
“It doesn’t make any difference to Al Jalāl Al Tayyab and sisters how it seems to Ummat-e-Muslimah. They call the entire Ummat-e-Muslimah that doesn’t agree with them, ‘Pseudo Musalmīn’.”
I kept listening to her without any comment.
“It doesn’t make any difference whether it’s logical or not. It’s a fact. It’s just the character of Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, you know yourself even more than I do. You’d have to see Al Jalāl Al Tayyab and talk with her in order to appreciate it. Your Live in relationship partner, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab is perfectly cold blooded. She’d be far more apt to listen to you making her a purely business and legal proposition than to either Al Hilāl Al Tayyab or myself, who would talk with her on the ground of sentiments.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī opened the door from the outer stateroom,
“Durgesh, the young lady that was here this afternoon is on the phone. She would like to speak with you.”
I nodded and took her mobile she was offering to me.
“Hello,” I said.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab’s voice came to me speaking rapidly,
“Did my Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, come there?”
“Yes. She is here now.”
“What does she say?”
“She suggests that I should myself talk with your Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, about it as your attorney, as a pure business matter.”
“Well, what is your legal advice to me then?”
“You think I should do that?”
“If Al Saåīdah Al Wājid Kħālā thinks so, yes.”
“Very well, I’d talk with your Buā about it sometime tomorrow.”
“No, please do it tonight for my sake. Please,”
I frowned.
“On a matter of this importance,” I said, “I’d prefer to take some time to figure out the best method of approach.”
“Oh, that’s all right,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said, “Kħālā Al Saåīdah Al Wājid will suggest you just what to say. I’ll make a formal appointment with Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā for eight thirty this evening. I’ll pick you up at your office stateroom and drive you out to my Buā. I’ll meet you at eight o’clock. Will that be all right?”
“Hold the line a moment,” I said and turned to Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.
“Al Hilāl Al Tayyab is on the line and thinks I should see her Buā this evening. She says she’ll make a formal business appointment even.”
“That’s fine,” boomed Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, “a splendid idea. I don’t know of anything that could be better.”
I said on the mobile,
“Very well, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab darling, I’ll meet you at my office stateroom at eight o’clock, and we’ll drive out.”
I disconnected the mobile, returned it to Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī and stared thoughtfully at Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.
“There’s something strange about this affair,” I commented gravely, thoughtfully, “it doesn’t seem to me as simple as it’s being presented to me deliberately. Why the hell otherwise there seems a frantic haste on the part of everyone concerned?”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid laughed melodically,
“You know Al Hilāl Al Tayyab well, even better than me.”
“Yet, she seems to be a very calm and very poised young lady, now.” My remark was toneless.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled appreciatively.
“You should be enough of a judge of human nature, Durgesh,” she boomed, “to know that one can’t tell a damned thing about these modern young ladies of today from the way they appear and project themselves. She maybe your girlfriend even for past ten long years, she might even have raped you on her eighteenth birthday, yet even then I’d still suggest you not to let her get her temper up. When Al Hilāl Al Tayyab gets mad she’s a hell cat.”
I regarded my beautiful visitor smiling, cunningly disguising my real sentiments.
“Indeed,” I said cordially while actually I was scrutinizing Al Saåīdah Al Wājid deeply.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid controlled herself.
“I didn’t mean any offense,” she said, “but I’m sure you haven’t missed it on Al Hilāl Al Tayyab. That girl is just plain dynamite.
“Now I’ll tell you what I’ll do. If you’re going to see Al Jalāl Al Tayyab tonight on business formally, I’ll run out a little bit in advance of your appointment, and try and soften her up a trifle. As I said earlier, as far as I’m concerned, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab is a peculiar lady. Of course, you are ultimately intimate with her. Naturally, you know the real Al Jalāl Al Tayyab more than me. You enjoy her intimately when she does not pose…”
“It never happens, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid,” I smiled.
She looked at me.
I kept smiling,
“Everyone poses in someone other’s presence, however intimate s/he maybe with him/her. Even in sex we try our best to present our best to our sex partner that’s never genuine.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid was dumbfounded.
She was staring at me speechless.
“I never blame the persons that think a sex partner exposes himself/herself on other without any guards whatever. It’s natural for them to think so. Yet, nevertheless, they are absolutely mistaken.”
“I…I never thought it.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid murmured to herself.
“I understand,” I smiled prudently, “you never thought it because you never had time enough with your husband in sex to think on anything except to enjoy the divine moments.”
“Well?”
“In fact, we act more masculine and more feminine to deceive and impress our sex partner of our masculine/feminine drawbacks/shortcomings. A male tries to act more masculine than he actually is and a female tries to act more feminine than she actually is.”
“Allah, stop it.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid interrupted me desperately, “I feel you are undressing us both without touching our dresses even.”
“We are afraid of the real ourselves.” I smiled, “Aren’t we?”*

Al Saåīdah Al Wājid didn’t reply me.
She kept silence some time to control herself.
Then, instead of replying me, she commented on Al Jalāl Al Tayyab,
“Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, your Live in relationship partner, is all cold blooded business efficiency.”
I took the hint, and accepted the change of subject,
“Will Al Hilāl Al Tayyab have any difficulty making a formal business appointment for this evening?” I watched Al Saåīdah Al Wājid shrewdly.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid sighed relief,
“Oh, no,” she said, “she is one of these women who likes to work nights. You know she has a regular office fixed up in the house, and she likes to do a lot of night work. She makes most of her appointments for afternoons and evenings, you know.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid pulled herself to her feet, strode across to me and extended her beautiful hand,
“Mighty glad I met you once more. I’d never forget your help about my husband’s gambling. I’ll see if I can soften up Al Jalāl Al Tayyab a bit about Al Hilāl Al Tayyab before you talk to her.”
“Don’t mention my little suggestion ever about your husband’s gambling. Have you any suggestions as to the line of argument about Al Hilāl Al Tayyab I should use with your business partner Al Jalāl Al Tayyab?”
“None at all,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled, “except that I would advise you not to make any particular plan of approach concerning Al Hilāl Al Tayyab. I think Al Jalāl Al Tayyab is very much of a law unto herself.”
Before Al Saåīdah Al Wājid could leave, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī again entered there,
“I’m sorry to disturb the communication. But there’s an Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid in the outer office and says it’s very important that she get in touch with Ms. Al Saåīdah Al Wājid earliest. She says she is Ms. Al Saåīdah Al Wājid’s daughter.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid was startled.
“What?”
“If you are already leaving…” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī didn’t complete her sentence meaningfully.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid looked at me.
“She lives with her Abbū. Al Wājid Al Muħammad isn’t behaving rationally. May I invite my daughter here? I may need your advice if she has something of my husband’s activities.”
“Oh, sure, it’s all right. Bring her in, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī nodded, then walked out through the doorway to the reception room.
A few minutes later she returned with a young lady of late twenties.
“Why Al Fahmīdah,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid looked at her reproachfully, “you shouldn’t have come here,”
“I shouldn’t have come here?” the new comer Musalmān Beauty said angrily, “or, you shouldn’t have come here? Ammī, you know how Abbū feels about Mr. Mayor and yourself and still you…”
“Nonsense,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid thundered at her daughter, “don’t tell me you too believe his wild accusations.”
“You just come with me, if you please,”
“What do you mean I just come with you? You have left me already believing your ever irrational Abbū. You think I deliberately went to that damn gambling yacht,”
“Let’s talk about it later. The most urgent situation now is Abbū is furious on you, as soon as he learned that you’ve come here.”
“Oh, he is furious? Really?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said ironically, “He is furious because my niece needed my help and I’m here on her request to help her. How compassionate of him.”
“Well, well, well,” I interrupted, “Ms. Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid, what’s your trouble, may I ask?”
“My Ammī,” Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid said indignantly.
“Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid admonished her daughter.
“I’m not interfering in your private life, Ammī.” Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid said, “I know you always criticize others when they don’t allow anyone to interfere in their private life. Yet when it comes to your own behavior, you yourself do the same. You yourself don’t allow anyone to interfere in your private life, not even your own children.”
“What do you want to say?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid asked her daughter curtly.
“Abbū is going to kill you.” Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid exploded her bombshell.

Chapter 6
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam