The Yacht: 6

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The Yacht

Durgesh

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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