Ved Nagar: 22

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Ved Nagar

Durgesh

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Chapter 22

Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs

It was almost five minutes before Al Kubrah Al Qāsim returned.
Her manner was apologetic.
“Now,” she said, “there are complications.”
“What?”
“Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, was delayed in town. He’s on his way out here now. I got Abbū on the phone and told him I’d leave the papers. Unfortunately, Abbū says I’ll have to wait for Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. He…”
She couldn’t even finish her sentence.
A car was coming there.
“Here he comes.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “That’s my Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s car.”

Al Nadīm Al Quddūs stopped his car and jumped out.
“Well, well, well,” he smiled at both of us, especially at Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, “you are already here? But still you are late.”
“Late?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at him surprised.
“Sure, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has gone already.”
“Gone already?”
“Certainly.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs confirmed what he had said, “The conference started on even before the pre scheduled time. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim phoned Bahū Begum,Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, and my wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, about eight saying he would be home around eleven or eleven thirty. Then he left us about nine o’clock stating that he was driving back to his home at Ved Nagar. He wanted to be home by eleven.”
“You didn’t go with him?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim asked.
“No, he wanted us to discuss some business matters more. He wanted us to reach a consensus in them. He instructed me especially to see to it. After he left, I paced the floor idly for a couple of turns and wound up standing at the window looking down on the street.”
“Standing at the window? Looking down on the street, Chachājān?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said puzzled somewhat.
What a tragedy.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs hated his own daughter, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, and loved Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, his younger brother’s, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was the shrewdest of all the sisters and cousins.
Even Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was impressed very much by Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s tremendous success with Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Al Nadīm Al Quddūs too.
Both of them loved Al Kubrah Al Qāsim wildly.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim could never understand how Al Kubrah Al Qāsim managed it.
We were now walking to the elevator.
“Sure,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said responding to his niece, “I even saw Al Muħammad Al Qāsim cross to the curb, stand a moment, and then walk diagonally across the street. He crossed the other sidewalk on a diagonal to the corner, and then walked around the corner. After that, I was unable to see your Abbū, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim. The building on the opposite corner obstructed his further view.”
We had dressed again before Al Nadīm Al Quddūs reached us.
He wasn’t quite used to the Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog atmosphere of Ved Nagar still now.
He still felt awkward to it.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim insisted to keep fucking me, but I admonished her deliberately.
“Oh,” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “you left the window, I think.”
“No, that’s the interesting incidence I wanted to tell both of you. I continued to stand at the window thinking of our industrial problems, inadvertently.”
“Oh, and what’s interesting in it?”
“Within a matter of seconds after my younger brother, your Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, had started across the street, I saw the shadow of an extremely beautiful woman.”
“Shadow?”
“That’s right.”
“You saw the shadow of her, not herself?”
“Herself afterward, at first I saw her shadow only.”
“I see. Anything particular, if you noticed?”
“It was a very shapely shadow. I mean to say the shadow itself intrigued, fascinated, charmed, captivated me because it appeared to be cast by a young woman who was…well, shapely.”
We had come to the elevator.*

The elevator arrived.
We stepped inside.
To Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s immense surprise, both his ever-cunning wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, and his Bahū Begum, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, were already in the elevator.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Bahū Begum, you are late.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was surprised pleasantly, “Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had told you…”
“Nothing.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said curtly.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs felt hurt.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm never respected her relationship with him.
She still believed Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was after her own trillions as well as after the billions of his younger brother and her husband, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
He opened his mouth to protest, but Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had already dismissed him.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs controlled himself patiently.
What the use after all?
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was so greedy openly that Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t make anyone believe he wasn’t greedy at all.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s mind was racing.
If Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, her Abbū, really succeeded in his planning, what would happen?
Could she work out the things with Durgesh?
Would her other family members be prepared to listen to her?
Maybe…After all, she was an Al Qāsim.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, her Abbū, had himself chosen her his would be successor.
She had to solve the present dilemma.
Her other sisters didn’t have the proper guts.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was a clandestine gay.
He was unable to run, Al Qāsim Group of Companies.
He couldn’t run a single company, Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company even.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand had already taken charge.
In seven years, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had achieved so very much.
It had not been easy.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was a great help.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand also wanted to see her in charge of Al Qāsim Group of Companies.
He advised her to even to rape Durgesh, if the Hindu moralist didn’t buzz.
Only Durgesh could fulfil her dreams, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim frowned even more deeply.
Fuck Durgesh.
He is now hers already.
He isn’t any problem.
He is obsessed to fuck Musalmān Beauties.
Any Musalmān Beauty can have Durgesh if she really surrendered to him.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was in control now.
Moreover, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim planned to stay in control.
Everyone in Al Qāsim family has to accept that fact.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus watched Al Kubrah Al Qāsim profoundly.
Yet neither of them made any eye contact with her.
Eye contact was always a mistake.
It led to mundane conversations like ‘Isn’t it hot today’ or ‘Nice weather we are having’.
Elevator conversations were a total waste of time.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim took no further notice of them either.
She was thinking of the problems that lay ahead.
Suddenly, the elevator ground to a stop mid-floors, and the lights went out, plunging all of us into inky blackness.

Al Safiyah Al Ghaus exclaimed.
“Allah, what the hell happened?”
“Generator gone out, I think.”
“But the lights on again.”
“Emergency lights, stupid.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“I am not stupid, neither my niece Al Kubrah Al Qāsim is. We both are black belt karate champions. She deliberately brought you here. Now, decide yourself who is stupid.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs admonished his wife, “are you crazy? If Durgesh has come here, it’s never because Al Kubrah Al Qāsim brought him here. He came here on his own volition.”*

Al Islam Al Wahāb looked at Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic.
She remembered her days when Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic wasn’t Al Qāsim Al Åbdullah.
Her Bahū Begum, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, said Al Islam Al Wahāb had done a great wrong to them by insisting that Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic should be converted to Islam before Al Islam Al Wahāb and Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic marry.
“Al Nāsirah Al Karīm is right.” Al Islam Al Wahāb’s second Bahū Begum, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus also said, “India is Hindu dominant country.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb watched both of her Bahū Begums bitterly.
Brahmdutt was already married to the Hollywood heroine Della Kennedy. He couldn’t divorce her. She was heroine in several movies produced and directed by him.”
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs Bhāījān and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim both are from Brahmdutt Abbū?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus asked her mother in law.
“Of course, any objection?” Al Islam Al Wahāb said curtly.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm nodded.
“Ammī, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus thinks Al Nadīm Al Quddūs must return to his original religion.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb shouted.
“What?”
Brahmdév Sharmā uncle and Nāzimah Yåqūb auntie invited us yesterday in a party.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said in her sweetest manner.
Al Islam Al Wahāb was immediately all alert.
She never found her Bahū Begum, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, using her sweetest manner until and unless the subject under discussion did not relate to exorbitant money.
Al Quddūs Al Åālam, her first husband, was a millionaire himself.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was not Al Quddūs Al Åālam’s son exactly.
She was in his nikāħ, but Al Islam Al Wahāb had her extramarital affair with Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic even then.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was its natural result.
Al Quddūs Al Åālam knew it very well.
Even then, he acted immensely liberal to the entire situation.
“I know I’m dying, Al Islam Al Wahāb.” he said, “All my thirteen daughters from my previously divorced three wives, and the husbands of my daughters, have proved immensely incapable to run my business. I know, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs isn’t my son. Yet, he has given me more love, respect and loyalty than my own daughters gave me ever. You have been lenient enough till now not to tell Al Nadīm Al Quddūs he isn’t my son.”
“I’m sorry, Al Quddūs Al Åālam,” Al Islam Al Wahāb said patiently, “Brahmdutt couldn’t control himself and I couldn’t stop him. He just assaulted me, invaded me, in passion. Due to your long illness we hadn’t have sex for a long time. I surrendered to him in that wild animal moment.”
“It’s alright. It doesn’t make any difference now. I want to give my estate to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. Would you and Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic be kind enough not to tell him he isn’t my son actually, till I die?”
Before Al Islam Al Wahāb could answer, Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic held Al Quddūs Al Åālam’s hand.
“Don’t worry. He was your son, and he’d remain so till you live.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb looked at Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic.
Brahmdutt,”
“It’s alright.” Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic circled her waist in his left arm, “He is dying. We can have more sons. He can’t.”
Al Quddūs Al Åālam suddenly found his eyes filled with tears of immense gratitude.
“Thank you very much, my friend. You’ve made my death easier now.”*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan listened to Al Jamīlah Al Sultānova.
The Russian Musalmān Beauty had attracted her attention very much.
She looked at Kħadījah Muħammad.
“Well,” Kħadījah Muħammad said, “you understand ultramodern young Musalmān ladies more, Naåīmah. Durgesh, and I are somewhat older now in comparison to you. If not in our physical bodies, in our understanding of the ultramodern youth at least.”
“Nonsense, Bājī, I couldn’t have done anything at all if you and Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī hadn’t supported me blindly and compelled Durgesh to do what I wanted him to do.”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“That’s all right. That’s all right. But you are forgetting you were doing what we ourselves wanted to, yet couldn’t.”
“Why?”
“Because we hadn’t any Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad to support us. We hadn’t any Imām Muħammad Ħasan who had dreamed of to be Mustafā Kamāl Atāturk of entire Pseudo Islamic countries.”*

Al Nāsirah Al Karīm watched me, scrutinizing me thoughtfully.
She didn’t pay any attention to the fact that the elevator had stopped in the midway.
Her husband Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was planning something to get rid of his ever-greedy relatives, she knew.
He had consulted me in the matter.
I had already helped Al Muħammad Al Qāsim in the matters pertaining to his nudist feminist Musalmān Houseladies, successfully.
I had helped Al Nāsirah Al Karīm too in the matters pertaining to her problem child, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim too.
She could never forget how I convinced Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim if she couldn’t live in relationship with me, she marry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.
“Fuck her yourself.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had said to me.’
“What?” I could not believe a mother could request me to fuck her daughter.
“If you don’t fuck Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, she’d fuck Shankar Mahāpralayankar herself.”
“Oh,”
“I don’t want her to have any relationship with Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Shankar Mahāpralayankar is an Underworld Don.”
“Well?” I smiled.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar isn’t a problem to you because you can handle him successfully through several persons and means he cares for even more than his own life and the Organized Crime Empire he has established with the help of criminal politicians and industrialists all over the globe. I don’t want anything of him. Muħammad Ůsmān, my younger brother, and Muħammad bin Qāsim, my son, are already his patrons. That’s itself more than enough I can bear and handle.”
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim loves Shankar Mahāpralayankar?”
“Yes.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm gritted her teeth, “I know Shankar Mahāpralayankar is the second choice of Musalmān Beauties nowadays, not the first one. You are the first choice they always dream of.”
“I see.”
“Thank you.”
“Tell me something more about your husband’s relatives,” I invited, “have you been fighting with them?”
“Not particularly. Pratāp Bachhalyā and Vikram Bachhalyā are not exactly my husband’s relatives only. They are my sons in law too. And actually I think they respect me more than they respect my husband even.”
“Because you are a trillionaire while your husband is only a billionaire?” I smiled.*

Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled.
“Well, money plays an important role in gaining respect too. I think you understand that far better than even I do.”
I smiled too.
“May I ask what did an extremely beautiful lady, as beautiful and as intelligent as you are, find in Al Muħammad Al Qāsim to marry him?”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled significantly.
“Well, he is too a billionaire at least.”
“But you are a trillionaire. You could have…”
“I couldn’t compromise with my freedom to take decisions, in any matter whatsoever. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim promised he would never interfere.”
“Means he wanted your trillions more than he wanted you?”
“Why should I worry the hell about it? I myself wanted only a nominal husband to show to my acquaintances. Didn’t I?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm laughed, “In addition to that he was a billionaire himself too. It meant least demand of money from me than otherwise it would have been.”

I digested the information.
Now I understood why they both were not interested in each other mutually very much.
It wasn’t a marriage actually.
It was only a front they created to show their acquaintances.
Now I understood why Al Muħammad Al Qāsim didn’t object, even slightly, to my solution of his problems.*

I looked at Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
She was still looking at me every now and then somewhat stealthily.
“You have been away since, for several weeks?” I asked.
“Three months almost.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd tried to control herself.
Even then, she couldn’t hide her impishness emerging every now and then.
I smiled.
The ultramodern young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty was not as grave in her nature as she was trying frantically to display herself.
Yes, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was sophisticated, PhD, and she knew the world around her quite well.
Yet, she wasn’t a grave young Musalmān lady despite her desperate efforts to display herself so.
She was a naughty young Musalmān lady, by nature, bubbling with immense mischievous youth even at her twenty- ninth.
Every now and then, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was looking between my legs impishly.
It was more than obvious that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was very pleased to find that she was successful in causing me erection for her.
She was proud of herself that her immense Musalmān beauty was causing it.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd had deliberately gone to a beauty parlour before coming to me.
I was surprised that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd wasn’t in panic at all.
Neither she was worried to the extent she might have been under the similar circumstances some other normal Musalmān Beauty would have been.
Instead, she seemed to be quite confident and surprisingly in possession of her faculties.
I extended my hand.
“There was a check in the letter?”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd passed me a slip of paper.
“Here it is.” she said.
I looked at the check.
Suddenly I straightened.
Gravely I looked at the check again.
“Ten million dollars?” I inadvertently exclaimed.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd looked at me gravely.
“That’s what the check says.”
“For what?”
“I don’t know.”
“He doesn’t want you to have the money?”
“No, he wants you to take charge of the money for me.”
“You too want me to take charge of the money for you?”
“Why not? You claim to be sixty-three. I’m twenty-eight only. You have thirty five years more experiences of life and the world than I do.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said gravely, “They can snatch away the money from me in some way, either this or that, but not from you. My money is in safer hands for me.”
“Quite obviously, quite evidently, there’s something bothering Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
“What’s that?”
“Let’s find out.” I said.
“Am I accepted?”
“What?”
“To be your one more new live in relationship partner?” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd asked gravely.
I watched her.
There wasn’t any faintest trace of impishness now in her any manner whatsoever.

Chapter 23
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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


Ved Nagar: 15

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

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Chapter 15

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd

I studied the letter Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd gave me.
Both Kħadījah Muħammad and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan were watching Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd and me judiciously.
The letter said,

Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd dear,
Don’t come home until you have done what I am asking you to do.
Don’t let anyone know you have heard from me.
I won’t be able to meet the boat.
Take a cab and go as fast as possible to Durgesh.
Yes, you are right.
I always criticized him because I told you he molested my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Houseladies.
Well, it wasn’t true, darling. I’m sorry.
I told it to you and to others as well, only to save my face.
You don’t know, dear, so many of us Musalmīn do so.
Well, the fact was that my Musalmān Houseladies were nudists.
Yes, I am ashamed of them.
I couldn’t make them to obey our Islamic morals.
Durgesh has successfully converted again so many Musalmān Beauties from immoral Westerners to practicing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauties again.
I hired Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service consequently.
Durgesh helped me successfully in keeping my extremely beautiful nudist Musalmān Houseladies to himself at least.
Durgesh is a great human being, my dear.
Contrary to what’s being said about Durgesh untruthfully, only in order to save our own faces in our society and in Ummat-e-Muslimah, Durgesh has saved countless Musalmīn from committing suicides and going mad.
He is a great man.
You can believe him blindly.
Sorry for not telling you this truth before.
I need his services again but I can’t approach him.
That’s why I’m writing this letter to you.
Get Durgesh to go to the Bank with you, cash the enclosed check and have Durgesh take charge of the money for you so that none else can get it except Durgesh or yourself only.
After you have done it, come home and try to keep your temper.
Above all, be prepared for a shock, sorry, but I can’t help it.
Tell Durgesh to prepare a will leaving everything to you.
I want a short will and want it prepared just as fast as Durgesh can do it.
He is quite a man of action, you know.
He never wastes precious time.
Have Durgesh come to the house when the will is ready for my signature.
Marry Durgesh.
Yes, that’s the only way I can think of to save you from my ever-greedy relatives.
Sorry, my daughter.
Sorry, my child.
If you can’t marry Durgesh, manage to have live in relationship with him at least.
Take it seriously.
You can’t fight my ever-greedy relatives successfully.
Only Durgesh can do it.
Even I can’t, hell.
They are too shrewd even for me.
Tell Durgesh to have necessary witnesses with him too.
At the very first opportunity, Durgesh has to hand me the will.
I’ll sign it and give it back to him to keep.
No one in the world except Durgesh and the witnesses must know Durgesh has a will ready for my signature, or that it has been executed.
The greatest secrecy is necessary.
Please, remember, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, that no matter what happens I love you very much indeed.

Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’*

I looked at Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd gravely.
“Sounds as if quite an emergency. Well, do you have any idea what it is?”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd looked at me shyly.
It was more than obvious she was weighing me as her husband/live in relationship partner.
She was attempting her hardest not to appear impish, but not succeeding dexterously.
The imagination that I was her chosen life partner by her own uncle, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, was making her quite mischievous.
“The letter is all I know. It was sent to Al Riyāz. I had been in Makkah Al Mukarramah for a three-month vacation. They thought I needed a rest.”
“Who the hell are these ‘they’ your uncle calls his ever greedy relatives in his letter?” I smiled.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd too smiled shrewdly.
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s half brother, his wife Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s sisters Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim and Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, Vikram Bachhalyā, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim’s husband and Pratāp Bachhalyā, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim’s husband.”
“I see, Bachhalyā?”
“That’s right.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said mischievously, “What do you think? Only the ever-coldest Brāhmañ Beauties can win a Bachhalyā husband?”
I smiled cunningly.
“Did I say that?”
“Not in so many words, well.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd agreed reluctantly.
“Total six of them?”
“Total six of them.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said, “They came to visit Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. Aunt Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said she’d take charge of things. In their opinion, I was rundown and needed a good long rest. She also suggested in returning, I should go on a ocean voyage too and forget about everyone except myself.”
“I see. Your Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and you both were too dumb to suspect anything?”*

Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd winked at me.
“You know very well, it wasn’t so.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had ushered Al Muħammad Al Qāsim through the open door, along a vestibule, then swung open a heavy oaken door that moved on well-oiled hinges.
I was sitting there on my executive chair.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had high cheekbones.
His gaunt face, his smart eyes, all bore the unmistakable stamp of his immense shrewdness, his immense sharpness, his immense perceptiveness, his immense discernment, his immense insight, his immense wisdom.
What a tragedy.
Such a smart Musalmān was suffering only from the fact that he did deliberately not understand he wasn’t following True Islam.
He was following Pseudo Islam instead, devised by Yazīd Malåūn and the immensely selfish Mullahs and Maulavīs of his time who helped Yazīd Malåūn.
He stubbornly refused to understand the difference between True Islam and Pseudo Islam.
He thought it was my strategy to fuck more and more extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and all her seven movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service,were my own strategical plannings.
I couldn’t make him see why he was immensely wrong.
The result was that his wife Al Nāsirah Al Karīm was dominating him invariably.
She was a lot smarter than even her husband was.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm was a great scholar of Vedic Sanskr’t as well as of Arabic.
Still, the set of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s jaw, the thin determined line of his mouth showed the spirit of an indomitable fighter.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm was dominating such an indomitable fighter, disclosed how smarter she was even than Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
I smiled at him.
“Well, well, well, you know you could have called me even.”
“Hell, I can’t talk with you freely there.”
“Oh, it’s alright. You are most welcome. Won’t you sit down?”
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
“I requested you to talk in private. Can’t we?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled,
“Excuse me, please.”
She left my personal office.*

I smiled at Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
“Okay now?”
“Thank you. I’m surrounded now by my ever-greedy relatives. They are conspiring against me.”
“And you want to get rid of them?”
“Well, one of them is my half brother, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. He never paid any attention to my problems. I don’t think he is still interested. He has his own money.”
I raised my eyebrows.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim hesitated somewhat.
“We share our Ammī. We are Ammīzād brothers, but our fathers are different.”
I waited.
“My Abbū Al Qāsim Al Åbdullah is a converted Musalmān. He was a born Hindu, Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic.”
“I know.” I said avoiding any comment from myself.
“My Abbū is the second husband of my Ammī, Al Islam Al Wahab. She was married to Al Quddūs Al Åālam when she fell in love with my father Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic.”
“I know that too. Your preliminaries are not being rather long?”
“Let me tell it my own way. I can’t explain everything to you without you knowing entirely what I’m telling you.”
“Okay.”
“My Ammī, Al Islam Al Wahab, says Al Nadīm Al Quddūs is not my half brother at all. She had extra marital affair with my father Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic even then. Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was born when she was still in nikāħ of Al Quddūs Al Åālam, but he wasn’t Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s father.”
“So Al Nadīm Al Quddūs is your real elder brother?”
“That’s what my Ammī says now.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim sighed helplessly.
“I see.”
“Al Quddūs Al Åālam was a millionaire himself. Al Nadīm Al Quddūs inherited his money and business both. But his wife, my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, wants my money too. I’m a multi millionaire. Her husband’s million dollars are not enough for her. Damn it.”*

I smiled.
“Your Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, is a great woman.”
“You’ve fucked her already?” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim asked me sharply, “Am I wasting my time? If you are fucking my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, already, I don’t stand a chance with you. I know your Uncut Hindu Lund is crazy to visit extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts. Tell me if the bitch has already her paws on you.”
“No comment.”
“Allah! Yā Allah!”
I smiled at Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
“Your Musalmān Houseladies want you protected. Don’t worry. I can’t annoy them, you know.”
“Why are you so irrational to fuck extremely attractive Musalmān Beauties?”
“Well, you can’t understand it. Forget.”
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, my Bhābhījān, wants my daughters Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, etcetera either disinherited or she should also get the same amount what my daughters are getting.”
“Well, she isn’t your daughter. How can she?” I asked.
“She argues that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd also isn’t my daughter, yet she is getting the same amount under my will as my daughters are.”
“Oh, why?”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd is her stepdaughter.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said bitterly, “Her Ammī was my elder brother Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s first wife.”
Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd?”
“That’s right. Al Safiyah Al Ghaus snatched away her husband first. She managed to blacken Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd’s character to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs Bhāījān. She convinced him Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd isn’t his daughter. He has disinherited her. Now the bitch is trying to disinherit the poor girl from my will too.”
“How?”
“That’s what I don’t know yet. But my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, hates the ground my niece Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd walks on. I intend not to let her succeed in it.”
I looked at him.
“I’ve made my daughters and my niece fighters. You know it. I want you to take care of Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd too as you are taking care of my daughters. You are already in the saddle. Start riding both the horse and mare.”
“Mare?”
“My Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus,” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim snapped.
I smiled.
“Don’t trust the bitch. Fuck her and enjoy her beautiful body. But never trust the bitch. She’s a snob. Ever notice how it happens that people who have real background and breeding are considerate, tolerant, and broad-minded, while people who haven’t anything except money that they didn’t earn themselves, are intolerant? That’s my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus,you fuck wildly, I guess.”
I tried to say something but Al Muħammad Al Qāsim raised his hand and stopped me.
“Listen to me, please; I’m your father in law too.”
I looked at him gravely.
“My entire daughters, except Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, love you. She loved Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and married him. My Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, has got about the nicest figure I’ve ever seen on a woman. And I’ve too seen lots of them.
“Never underestimate my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Durgesh. She uses her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body as her ever best weapon. When you fuck her she is the most capable and even having all the smartness you are less capable than her, because your Uncut Hindu Lund is inside her ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.”
I smiled.
“Sorry for using those words, but that’s it.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said bitterly, “That woman enjoys your Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, but it sharpens her brain.”
I laughed.
“You don’t believe me? Try to test what I’m telling you. The more you fuck my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, the sharper is her already ever smart brain. She made Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, to disinherit his own daughter when he was fucking the bitch. Never underestimate her, I repeat. She’s smart. My Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, is chain lightning! She’s got her eye on a big slice of money, and Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, hasn’t waked up yet, despite the fact that he has lost his daughter to me.
“That’s all right. Let him sleep. He has paid for a dream. As long as he’s enjoying the dream, why grab him by the shoulder and bring him back to the grim realities of existence?”*

I waited instead of commenting.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim went on,
“Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, married to Al Safiyah Al Ghaus. You are fucking her. You know her more than me even. I don’t think you approached Bhābhījān to fuck her. Instead, I’m dead sure Bhābhījān herself approached you to seduce you and fuck you.”
“I’m listening to.”
“No comment?”
“No comment.”
“Have you decided to help Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd and me, or you’d help my Bhābhījān right or wrong?”
“I won’t help anyone in wrong.”
“Do my Bhābhījān fuck you?”
“I never disclose my sexual or even romantic relations with a lady without her express permission.”
“Get her permission then.”
“If we really fuck each other.”
“Allah, are you crazy? That woman is already under suspicion that she has murdered her former husband she inherited millions from. Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, is a damnfool. He believes her blindly. He married to the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman he visualizes beneath Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s beautiful exterior. It’s not the real woman. It’s a sort of man made spouse that Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, has conjured up out of his own mind. It’s a non-existent dream woman Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, loves and married to.”
I still kept listening to him without any comment whatsoever from me.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim watched me scornfully.
“I never thought you are only an Uncut Hindu Lund who needs a lovely Musalmān Choot only to be buried into.”
I smirked.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said,
“When Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, wakes up he’ll marry Al Zakiyah Al Waħīd and really be happy. Right now, he’s sleepwalker. He’s in a dream. Don’t try to wake him up.
“I have money in billions, but that murderous woman seems to have your multi zillions to face my billions. Allah, what a lovely Musalmān Choot can get from an ever-ravenous Uncut Hindu Lund. My billions have failed already. Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!”
I smiled.
“Wouldn’t contribute in my monologue to change the situation?”
I smiled again.
“Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd is my responsibility from now on and so you are.” I said gravely, “Now forget your problems.”
“Allah! Kufr ŧūŧā Kħudā Kħudā karké.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said ironically, “I never knew my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, had such a control on you.”
I winked at him.
“Stop! I already have a grand erection.”
“For my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus?” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim looked at me contemptuously.
“For your Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.” I acknowledged shamelessly.
“Don’t worry, I’ll send the bitch to satisfy you to your heart’s content.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said furiously, “Let my damnfool Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, pay the cost of marrying a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān nymph that’s more devoted to her Hindu lover than to her bloody fool Musalmān husband. Well, he bought beauty on the auction block. He couldn’t understand the difference between a nymph and a wife. He divorced Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd to marry this bloody slut. Now he is paying for it.”
I smiled.
“Well, isn’t it your Bhāījān’s life? Shouldn’t the hell he decide what he wants from his life whether right or wrong?”*

Al Muħammad Al Qāsim sighed.
“I think so. Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, is smart enough to anticipate my sources and have them in her favor already, before I use them. Smart! Damned smart bitch!! If she has to get out from under, she’ll unswervingly trap you to save her own skin. Don’t think the ever-dazzling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bitch can’t do it. She is more capable than even you can think of her.

His Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus gritted her teeth.
“Are you listening to the bastard?” she asked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
“Sure,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “I know these bastards more than you can even think of. That’s why I informed you that your ‘ever moral’ ‘ideal Musalmān devar, brother in law,’ has sought for an appointment with my Ŧhonkū.”
Ŧhonkū?”
“Who ŧhonks me, didn’t understand?, who penetrates me, idiot.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Despite her immense fury, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“You and your ever bold language,Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan!”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at her.
“Be bold if you really want to survive in this male dominant world. They all want to keep us women under their masculine feet. Who is spreading the rumors that you have deliberately murdered your previous husband? His younger brother, Muħammad Yūsuf. Doesn’t he?”
“He always hated his elder brother in his lifetime.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed ironically, “And now, after his death, he is raising hell that I’ve murdered his elder brother.”
“That is our Ummat-e-Muslimah today, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus. None of them is Musalmān actually. All of them are bloody munāfiqīn, Pseudo Musalmīn. Now, do you understand why I run my seven movements: Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service? Punish them. They are ever jealous of Hindus that we prefer Hindus on them? Do it openly. Humiliate the bastards until they surrender.”

Al Muħammad Al Qāsim kept on telling me.
“Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, would be cuckolded by my ever ambitious Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, to herself and you. Nafīsah Salmān cuckolded Imām Muħammad Ħasan. Didn’t she? Kħadījah Sheikħ and Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah cuckolded Muħammad Åbdullah. Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, is writing his destiny imprudently to the same consequences, nothing else.”
I deliberately avoided looking at the closed door Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had vanished behind.
I knew both Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus were there.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was adamant that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus too must be there so she could herself see and listen to her brother in law Al Muħammad Al Qāsim what he said about her.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had signed a blank cheque in the meantime to me.
“It’s for Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service.” he said, “Please take care of my family, especially Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd and myself. I’d sign more cheques if needed. I’ll instruct my banks and my treasurer too to let you have any amount you need. I know you now far better that you’d never overcharge me. I don’t know how the hell the Musalmīn think you are their enemy. The more I know you the more I have faith in you. You are the ever best friend in need I ever met in my entire life so far. Allah Ħāfiz.”
“Allah Ħāfiz.”
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim shook my hand and marched out.

Chapter 16
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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


Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’-16

Årab Mahā Bhārat:  1/22:

‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Kħadījah Muħammad slipped inconspicuously into my in-home private office.

I looked up fucking Åāyeshah Siddīqah.

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled at Åāyeshah Siddīqah.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah also smiled at her in response.

“Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb to see you, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Kħadījah Muħammad addressed me.

“Tell her to wait at least one hour.” I frowned, “You know I need sex very much. I’ve just started with Åāyeshah Siddīqah. And I need at least one hour.”

“I too.”Åāyeshah Siddīqah cooed.

Kħadījah Muħammad kept smiling.

“I told her. Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb hasn’t any objection to meet you, even while you are fucking Åāyeshah Siddīqah.”

“What?” I could not believe.

Even Åāyeshah Siddīqah looked at me incredulously.

Kħadījah Muħammad still kept smiling.

“Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb says she understands.”

Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at me.

“Congratulations, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I think the Wahābī Musalmān bitch also wants to get laid. Call her in.”

I tolerated raising my right hand.

“One minute. What does she say herself?”

“Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb? She says it’s highly personal and confidential.” Kħadījah Muħammad winked at me.

I was fucking Åāyeshah Siddīqah in missionary position now.

Her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān legs were on my nude Hindu shoulders.

I was on top of Åāyeshah Siddīqah between her nude Sunni Musalmān legs.

My Uncut Hindu Prick was penetrating Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ever tight Sunni Musalmān Cunt deepest.

I was playing with her ever gorgeous Sunni Musalmān buttocks.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah was looking into my eyes, gratefully, indebted.

“Well,” I said, “Tell Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb to give you an idea of what it’s about if she wants to see me.” I sped up my penetrations to Åāyeshah Siddīqah more and more. My Uncut Hindu Penis was burning inside her, “And then make an appointment for…”

“Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb is Al Islam Al Wahāb’s Ammījān.” Kħadījah Muħammad interrupted me.

“Oh, oh— the incarcerated, the imprisoned Wahābī Musalmān virgin?”

“Exactly.” Kħadījah Muħammad said.

Åāyeshah Siddīqah laughed.

“Well, she isn’t virgin anymore. Durgesh has fucked her now to the extent that she has also decided to join us, Durgesh’s infinite Sex Empire of us extraordinary Musalmān Beauties.”

Kħadījah Muħammad also laughed.

“Well,” I contradicted, fucking Åāyeshah Siddīqah fervently, “it isn’t infinite.”

“The hell it isn’t.”Kħadījah Muħammad was irate, “even if it isn’t now, it’s going to be infinite, very soon.”

“Āmīn.”Åāyeshah Siddīqah said excitedly.

I let it go at that.

What was the use?

They all were obstinate to it.

Their argument was, it was not a Sex Empire.

It was actually a social service of my Uncut Hindu Penis to the sex starved, sex famished, ravenous Musalmān Beauties.

And it was very much in need, everywhere.

I let a grin spread over my face,

“Do you both know, Kħadījah Muħammad and Åāyeshah Siddīqah? I rather thought her Ammījān would come to me.”

“Conspiracy ?”Kħadījah Muħammad smiled, “First the daughter managed to have you inside her. Now the Ammījān has come to show her Wahābī Musalmān righteous indignation. So that to subside her, you fuck her too?”

“Isn’t it possible?” Åāyeshah Siddīqah contracted her Sunni Musalmān vaginal muscles around my ever-ravenous Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Never ask me such wild questions.” Kħadījah Muħammad said, “I think every Musalmān Beauty will enjoy Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Prick soon in her ever eager Musalmān Cunt.”

“Stop it, you ever smart, ever dreaming, Musalmān bitches!”I laughed fucking Åāyeshah Siddīqah more savagely now, “What does Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb look like at least?”

“Allah Allah!” Kħadījah Muħammad was immediately all praise, wide eyed innocently, “She says she is forty five. I doubt. She could be thirty-five only at the most. And Yā Allaaaaah! What a Wahābī Musalmān Beauty ! I bet you you’d fuck her as soon as Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb enters this office.”

“I’d never allow.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah protested, “Durgesh has to satisfy me first. My Sunni Musalmān Cunt is also ravenous for Durgesh’s savagest Hindu penetrations.”

“Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb is rather capable.”Kħadījah Muħammad said smiling, “She seems to have a lot of poise. Sophisticatedly dressed, enormously good clothes and she wears them well.”

“Stop it.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah protested, “Durgesh is hardening more and more inside me as you are describing Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb.”

Kħadījah Muħammad rebuked Åāyeshah Siddīqah.

“Idiot, even if Durgesh is hardening more and more inside you, hearing of Ilāhī Al Wahāb, what’s wrong in it for you? Why don’t you enjoy the more hardened Uncut Hindu Prick of Durgesh deepest into your ravenous Sunni Musalmān Cunt?”

I looked at Kħadījah Muħammad.

“Bring her in, Kħadījah. By all means. I think Åāyeshah Siddīqah is right. You’ve described her so seductively ..”

“I’ve described her so seductively? Just watch her and decide yourself.”

Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb was escorted into my in-house private office by Kħadījah Muħammad, at last.

She was really a dazzling Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.

Kħadījah Muħammad was absolutely right.

Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb moved with swift efficiency.

She must have been accustomed to move in offices.

Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb was certainly accustomed to meeting people.

“Well, well, well. Hello, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled winking at me, “Enjoying your most favorite thing, sex, with one of your most devoted Musalmān Beauty? I suspected I’d find my daughter instead of Åāyeshah Siddīqah, under you.”

I smiled and returned her wink significantly.

“Feeling uncomfortable not finding your extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān daughter here?”

“Wrong. On the contrary, I wouldn’t have even entered here if my daughter were here with you.” Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb laughed cordially.

“I see.”

“You can’t see very well now. You are flying in paradise.”

“Thank you.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah thanked her even before I could reply Mrs. Ilāhī Al Wahāb.

“Don’t you feel awkward watching a stranger Hindu fucking a dazzling Musalmān Beauty?”I watched her dubiously.

Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled.

“You are not stranger now, to us Musalmān Beauties at least. Most of us even dream now of you fucking her passionately. You’re the dream Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties now, invariably, no matter to which sect of Islam we do belong.”

I watched her intently.

“Widow?”

“Deserted.”

“He is still alive?”

“What do you think?”

“I can’t believe it.”

“I’m too beautiful to be deserted?” Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled.

“Sālī,” I gritted through my teeth, “I want to fuck you, here and now.”

“Allah!” Ilāhī Al Wahāb closed her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān eyes gratefully, “Thank you very much, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You don’t know these are the ever nicest words, ever sweetest words, ever kindest words I’ve heard in my entire life.”

“Nonsense!”

“You don’t believe me?”

“No one can believe you.”

“I was not always as I’m now.”

“Oh!”

“I was perhaps the coldest Wahābī Musalmān woman on earth as far as the sex is concerned.”

“What?”

“I was not even normal. I hated sex very much.”

“Well?”

“My husband, Al Naåīm Al Wahāb, was a normal man. He was satisfied even with the least sex I could provide.”

“Then?”

“Being too much wealthy, a filthy rich, a gold digger decided to promise him more if he deserted me and married her.”

“I sympathize with you.”

“I never knew my Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was my best asset. I foolishly never realized its importance in a woman’s life. I lost my ever caring nicest husband to Al Jamāl Al Kamāl.”

“The gold digger?”

“I can’t blame her. It was all my fault. I learned my lesson in hard way.”

“And changed yourself?”

“Changed? Revolutionized my entire ideas about life and sex.” Ilāhī Al Wahāb laughed ironically, “I was never as smart and as beautiful as I am now.”

Panjvaqtah Namāzī?”

“Yes, still now. But not as foolish as I once was. Panjvaqtah Namāzī smart sexy Wahābī Musalmān dazzling Beauty now. Salats never make a woman as foolish as I was. I’m still Panjvaqtah Namāzī yet wiser now.”

“I’m sorry you have to learn these cold and hard facts of life, in such a hard way.”

“Thank you.”

“Not at all. I think I must thank you, instead.”

“What for?” Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled at me teasingly.

“I think now transformed you’ve decided to honor me.”

Ilāhī Al Wahāb chuckled.

“I’m already forty five.”

“I can understand. Al Islam Al Wahāb is eighteen. Her Ammī can’t be younger than thirty eight, naturally.”

“And you still want to honor me?” Ilāhī Al Wahāb asked me incredulously.

“It’s I who’d be honored.”

“Nonsense!”

“You are an incredibly beautiful Wahābī Musalmān sex bomb now.”

“Yet, a mother of an adult young woman you are already fucking.”

“It doesn’t make any difference if you still want to honor me. Your daughter is an incredible Wahābī Musalmān bliss, but she is an immature teenager after all. I’d love her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān Ammī more, with her now transformed personality, ideas and mature experiences.”

Ilāhī Al Wahāb laughed melodiously.

“If you really mean it, Durgesh, my daughter will be furious that you called her only an incredible Wahābī Musalmān bliss. And you credit me more.”

“Ilāhī darling, I’m myself sixty now. I love mature Musalmān Beauties under me more than I love the immature childish teenagers that refuse to listen to any sanity I propose. They always want me to do the wildest things I’m not interested in even.”

“Well, they are tighter.” Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled at me teasingly, “They are virgins.”

“The hell with them. They always demand the forbidden pleasures.”

“It’s natural, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! They are immature.”

“I don’t like to fuck them in their ass. And they always compel me to do it.”

“Because they are immature. Because it’s forbidden in Islam.” Ilāhī Al Wahāb smiled at me patiently, “Having sex with a Hindu, it’s natural for them to ask for it. Only a Hindu lover can provide them the oral and anal bliss strictly forbidden in Islam. Can’t you see?”

“But that’s nothing as compared with the vaginal bliss. And it’s natural moreover. Not forbidden in any religion ever.”

“That’s what you say. You are sixty already. You’ve experienced it all. They haven’t.”

“You think them right?”

“Don’t you?” Ilāhī Al Wahāb watched me astutely.

“Hell, NO.”

Ilāhī Al Wahāb laughed.

“Let them enjoy their life in whatsoever manner they want to. What’s wrong in it, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties? Why do you want them to accept your sexual morals?”

“Well,”

“Let them enjoy and enjoy yourself too. It’s your social service, Méré Hindu Piyā!”

Al Naåīm Al Wahāb was not unknown to us.

Kħadījah Muħammad and Åāyeshah Siddīqah both looked at me significantly when Ilāhī Al Wahāb mentioned him.

Yet, we never knew he was Ilāhī Al Wahāb’s husband and Al Islam Al Wahāb’s real Abbū.

The problem was we were already having a client related to Al Naåīm Al Wahāb.

“How do you do, Miss Lubnah?” I asked, “I’m Durgesh. I have this morning pretty well filled up with appointments.”

“I know.” Lubnah Furqān smiled, “You are a very busy person.”

“Thank you.”

“I’d never disturbed you if it was not so important and so urgent.”

I waited patiently.

Being sixty, now I was so well experienced of extraordinary Musalmān Beauties that I could almost read their mind.

A long chain of almost each and every type of experiences had taught me to be immensely patient with them.

Lubnah Furqān smiled.

“I won’t take any undue advantage from you.”

I smiled.

“It’s about a matter of ethics.”

“What sort of ethics?”

Lubnah Furqān indicated a suitcase she had brought with her.

“Can I open it legally?”

I smiled.

“You could have gone to any advocate to ask this question. Why me?”

“I think I can believe you more.”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Thank you very much. Thank you very much. But do we know each other?”

Lubnah Furqān looked at me gravely.

“Not personally.”

“Then?”

“You are so renowned now to love us Musalmān Beauties, entirely unashamed of it, that we Musalmān Beauties find you nearer to us than you imagine even.”

“I’m immensely grateful to you Musalmān Beauties if you really find me so nearer to you.” I said gravely.

“I’m sorry our mankind is very much against you, but—” Lubnah Furqān paused significantly.

“I understand.”

“I thought I must take a chance.”

Kħadījah Muħammad and Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled and looked at each other, rather with significance.

“I’m honored.” I said gravely, “does this suitcase belong to you?”

“Technically speaking, no.”

“Whom does it belong to?”

“Maulānah Al Naåīm Al Wahāb.”

“Who is Maulānah Al Naåīm Al Wahāb?”

“My maternal uncle and my boss.”

“I see.”

“I work as almost a secretary to my maternal uncle, but honorary, of course.”

“Do you have any idea what’s in the suitcase?”

Lubnah Furqān looked at me for some two or three seconds.

Perhaps she was debating whether, now that chips were down, she wanted to go through it or not.

Lubnah Furqān was a remarkably well shaped Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young woman.

Her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān eyes now showed apprehension.

Suddenly, she reached the decision.

“I think it’s money, Mr. Durgesh.”

I stopped myself, with efforts, to whistle from.

“And what about money?”

“I think it’s blackmail.”

I smiled.

Lubnah Furqān didn’t know there were some persons trying to blackmail even me.

Fātimah Ålī Sheikħ was the reason behind it.

“And what are you supposed to do with it?” I asked Lubnah Furqān.

“I’m supposed to deliver it to the blackmailer. I mean I’m to leave it where he can get it.”

“And what do you want to do?” my experienced eyes were probing now her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān face, “Want to call the police or— ”

“Allah, heavens, no! I wanted to know whether I had the right to open the suitcase.”

I watched the Wahābī Musalmān Beauty gravely.

“For what purpose?”

From my long experience, I’ve found there were so many extraordinary Musalmān Beauties also, who were indulged in criminal activities, knowingly or unknowingly, and wanted to use me for their vested criminal interests.

The problem was, most of the Musalmīn were uneducated/under educated.

It was not only because they didn’t have the proper resources.

Most of them deliberately avoided modern education.

They believed it was grossly unislamic.

And hated it therefore accordingly.

They had to surrender to criminal activities consequently or at least to criminal psychosis, knowingly or unknowingly.

A large part of underworld was therefore filled with Musalmān criminals, both males and females.

They even called it Muslim Underworld with foolish and childish inhuman pride.

They used it illegally to de establish non-Muslim governments.

It was therefore very much necessary, to be alert, when dealing with Musalmīn and even with Musalmān Beauties.

Almost all the criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn used extraordinary attractive Musalmān Beauties for their vile unpatriotic interests.

They even trained them, and brain washed that it was a pious work in the path of destabilizing non-Islamic system and replace it with an Islamic one.

Therefore, actually it’s a great service to Islam.

It would take them right to Jannat, if they participate in it.

Countless Musalmān Beauties were being used, thus, for anti human activities, constantly, right from the counter-revolution against true Islam at Karbala.

It was natural for me to be watchful consequently.

Lubnah Furqān smiled seductively.

It was no give away however.

Almost all of them attacked me with all their feminine weapons sharpened.

It didn’t matter they had their connections with criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn or not.

My huge reputation that I was immensely hungry to fuck extraordinary attractive Musalmān Beauties, always enticed them to try it.

The seductive smile broadened.

“I want to see what’s in it.” Lubnah Furqān said.

“Why?”I asked gravely, still not sure how to deal with her.

If she was innocent, I had to help her.

If she was playing a preplanned role, I had to watch my every step cautiously.

Lubnah Furqān hesitated somewhat to answer my question.

I smiled.

“Would it be better if you please sit down and give me the details?”

“Thanks, but I think I lack the proper time.” Lubnah Furqān also smiled, now more seductively.

The Wahābī Musalmān bitch was not born yesterday herself.

She was more than ready to play the game with me.

“You may just sketch the highlights too.” I suggested.

Lubnah Furqān seated herself.

Her seductive smile had broadened more, to tell me that she knew very well, she was dealing with a Hindu lover of extraordinary Musalmān Beauties, and she herself was one of such Musalmān Beauties.

If necessary, she was prepared to use her every feminine weapon on me.

“I’m Maulānah Al Naåīm Al Wahāb’s niece, a daughter of one of his so many sisters.”

“So many sisters?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Yes! Here in Saůūdī Årab Creations, a Musalmān is authorized to have at least four Musalmān wives simultaneously.”

“Yes, I know that.”

“My maternal grandfather also had married four Musalmān Beauties simultaneously. Most of them gave him daughters, instead of sons.”

“I see.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing.” I smiled impishly somewhat, “I’m grateful to such Musalmīn.”

“Allah! Why?” Lubnah Furqān asked innocently, with immensely innocent wide eyes.

The bitch was teasing me deliberately, keeping her eyes between my legs, to register any erection, if there.

“Well, the more daughters they have the more live in partners I have.”

“Nonsense! All of them don’t sleep with you.”

“Yet!” I added significantly.

“Yet and never.” Lubnah Furqān teased me, with a challenging, yet still seductive, Wahābī Musalmān smile.

“Let’s wait and watch.”

“Let’s.”

I smiled significantly once more.

Lubnah Furqān deliberately avoided my inducement, yet with a rather charming smile.

“As it happens, Al Naåīm Māmū has confidence enough in me to deal with his mail. I’m doing it for six years.”

“Six years? How old are you?”

“What do you think?” she smiled significantly.

I watched Lubnah Furqān impishly.

“Anywhere between twenty eight to thirty two.”

Lubnah Furqān was pleasantly surprised.

“Allah Allah! You must be more successful lady specialist on us Musalmān Beauties than I surmised. I’m thirty two.”

“So you started it when you were twenty six?”

“Yes!”

“Any particular reason why couldn’t your Al Naåīm Māmū trust a paid secretary?”

Lubnah Furqān smiled.

“You can’t make anybody trust you, if he/she doesn’t want to.”

“No particular reason?”

“Not at all.” Lubnah Furqān smiled benignly, “Only he thinks I know his every mood. I can read his mind.”

I glanced at Kħadījah Muħammad.

“I think every good friend can do that if s/he really cares for you, and loves you really.”

Kħadījah Muħammad hugged me gratefully to tell me silently she understood what I wanted to say, and she was indebted.

There were numerous Musalmān Beauties I could trust, but the extent to which I could trust them differed.

After my wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, the most trustworthy Musalmān Beauty I had, was Kħadījah Muħammad.

She knew my every mood and she could even read my mind, if not entirely, the most at least.

Kħadījah Muħammad never let me down.

I was lucky enough that most of the Musalmān Beauties I lived with, in Live in relationship, never let down me.

However, the extent they loved me to, differed widely.

Lubnah Furqān smiled.

“I open Al Naåīm Māmū’s mail, all of his mail. I separate it and arrange it in the order of importance. He trusts me absolutely. As a maternal uncle and niece, we are as close as almost a father and daughter.”

I smiled.

“Doesn’t he have his own daughters?”

“Has. But, unfortunately, they love their Hindu boyfriends more than they love their Abbū, my Al Naåīm Māmū.”

“Haven’t you your own Hindu boyfriend?”

“Well, I love someone, but I don’t know whether he also loves me or not.” Lubnah Furqān watched me gravely, significantly.

I was careful enough not to ask who that lucky man was.

It was possible she was suggesting I was myself that lucky man.

But I hadn’t placed her till now properly.

Lubnah Furqān was deeper than I surmised first she was.

“I’m fortunate enough to be closer to Al Naåīm Māmū than even his daughters are.” Lubnah Furqān said.

“You live with your Al Naåīm Māmū?”

“Yes, obviously.”

“Why don’t you live with your own parents? Don’t they love you enough?”

Lubnah Furqān smiled.

“My parents never married.”

“Oh, why?”

“My Ammījān loved a Hindu. She belongs to the royal Al Saåīd family.”

“So what?”

“What do you mean?”

“So many Al Saåīd royal Beauties have married Hindus now successfully.”

“Yes, but they are not living with their parents.”

“Your Ammījān wanted to live with her parents?”

“Yes. Why shouldn’t she? When a son never leaves his parents why a daughter must?”

“Well, I’m not discussing morals of your Ammījān. You haven’t come to me for that.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right. So you are very close to your Al Naåīm Māmū?”

“Yes, very very close. Even his own daughters are jealous of me.”

I smiled benignly.

Lubnah Furqān responded me with a seductive smile once again.

So extremely beautiful Lubnah Furqān was that I felt my Uncut Hindu Prick stirring now between my legs.

The Sālī was deliberately seducing me.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

“Your Al Naåīm Māmū is still married?”

“Of course. Why shouldn’t he?”

“Having four Musalmān wives?”

“Yes! Why not?”

“Aren’t they, your Mumānīs I mean, jealous of you, similarly as your Māmūzād cousins are?”

“I wouldn’t know, neither I care.”

“Why not?”

“As long as Al Naåīm Māmū is with me, even my Mumānīs can’t do anything against me.”

“Your Al Naåīm Māmū is so powerful?”

“He is almost as powerful as you Hindus are in your Hindu households.”

“I see.”

“Who is the Chief Wife of your Al Naåīm Māmū?”

“Al Jamāl Al Kamāl.”

“How long she has been married to your Al Naåīm Māmū?”

“Four years.”

“How are your relations with her?”

“Not very cordial. I’m sorry. She thinks I’m after Al Naåīm Māmū’s immense wealth.”

“Are you?” I watched her with my eyes narrowed slightly.

“Of course not. I’ve more money myself from my own earnings and from the gifts from my parents and elders. I don’t need Al Naåīm Māmū’s money. I want to love him back as he loves me, even more than his own selfish daughters.”

“I appreciate your selfless love for your Al Naåīm Māmū.”

“Thank you. You are the second man on earth who understands me, if you really do what you say.”

“Who is the first?” I smiled.

Lubnah Furqān also smiled seductively.

“You’ve nothing to be jealous of him. He is my Al Naåīm Māmū himself.”

I smiled at her teasingly.

“Why should I be jealous of him?”

Lubnah Furqān laughed melodiously.

Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! I was not born yesterday. I’m watching between your legs, you infamous Hindu playboy.”

“Do you love me?”

“Of course I love you. And don’t say you don’t know it. You knew it as soon as I came to you.”

“I know I’m lucky enough to have most of you extraordinary Musalmān Beauties love me. Yet, the fact is you are only thirty two and I’m sixty already.”

“So what? It never mattered to us Musalmān Beauties. We have the morals and ideal that Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqahrza married Ħuzūrs when sherza was only nine years old while Ħuzūrs were already near sixty.”

“I see.”

“We Musalmān Beauties have different morals and ideal in the matter concerned.” Lubnah Furqān smiled, “We think marriage is not for sex only. It’s basically for protection and experienced guidance to the women too. How a man can guide his wife if he doesn’t have more experiences than her? Moreover how can a husband have more experiences than his wives if he isn’t elder enough than them?”

“I see.”

“I’ve heard you always protest that immature teenager Musalmān Beauties are crazy to have sex with you, to the extent that they don’t even allow you to have enough sex with the Musalmān Beauties of your own age group. Why? It’s natural.”

“What?” I looked at her incredulously.

“I’m right. Your mature Musalmān Beauties have already have sex with you, even more than enough they need actually. It’s only luxury now they are after.”

“Lubnah Furqān, please!”

“But Lubnah Furqān continued, as if I hadn’t interrupted her at all.

“The teenager Musalmān Beauties haven’t experienced sex with you. They need it more. Why don’t you understand if you really claim it’s your social service to us Musalmān Beauties, not your sex adventures only?”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Lubnah Furqān, you really believe it?” I looked at her incredulously.

“Well, what’s wrong in it, if I do?”

Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā presented a congruent appearance as she entered my bedroom.

I was fucking Kħadījah Muħammad then.

“Allah, can’t you see me alone, Durgesh, ever?” Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā complained unsatisfied somewhat.

“Come on, Kħālidah, you know me better.”

“Why can’t you keep your Uncut Hindu Penis out of a Musalmān Cunt even for a while?”

“I can, darling, I can. But you ravenous Musalmān Beauties never allow me.”

Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.

She was under me in nude.

I was also naked.

We were in missionary position.

“Nonsense, Durgesh. I want to talk with you.”

“Just go ahead.”

“I need your full attention, please!”

“Kħālidah, Zabīr is already out on bail.”I pulled my Uncut Hindu Penis out of Kħadījah Muħammad’s still ravenous Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, till only its head was inside, and then plunged it savagely full into, back.

Kħadījah Muħammad cried out of immense pleasure.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Once more, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Once more please!”

Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā controlled herself with so many efforts.

“I haven’t come for Zabīr. And don’t expect any gratitude from me for bailing him out.”

“What?”

“You did it for Hudā and Assalāt, not for me.”

I was dumbfounded.

“Kħālidah— you…”

“I can understand. They are younger than me. You male animal— you…”

“Nonsense, Kħālidah, how dare you?”

Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā thundered at me.

“How dare I? How dare I? You never listened to me until Hudā didn’t approach you herself. You never listened to me until Assalāt didn’t surrender herself to you. You are only a ravenous Uncut Hindu Cock, Durgesh. Aren’t you?”

“Nonsense, Kħālidah, I told you, Zabīr was not cooperating with me.”

“Sheikħ Ammī,” Kħadījah Muħammad supported me, “Zabīr refused to accept Durgesh even his lawyer. What Durgesh could do?”

“And yet,” Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā said ironically, “the same Zabīr consented as soon as Al Hudā approached Durgesh and Assalāt surrendered to him. You think I was born yesterday?”

I winked at still miraculously beautiful Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā.

“Sālī, you have extremely beautiful supporters. Why shouldn’t I enjoy them?”

Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā plunged at me.

Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.

I grabbed still miraculously beautiful Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā, hugged her and kissed her on her still beautiful lips.

Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā put her arms around my neck and surrendered to me, closing her eyes in passion.

She grabbed my Uncut Hindu Prick, pulled it out completely from Kħadījah Muħammad’s still ravenous Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, and kissed it gratefully.

“How nice it is, Durgesh, that we Musalmān Beauties have at least you with us in every downturn of us.”

“Because you Musalmān Beauties have nicest ravenous Musalmān Cunts always to greet my equally ravenous Uncut Hindu Cock.”I squeezed Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā’s still erect breasts.

“Nonsense! You give us more than you take from us, ever.” Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā started to lick my Uncut Hindu Penis anointed with the vaginal juices of Kħadījah Muħammad and my Hindu Vīrý.

It was obvious, from her extremely beautiful facial expressions, that Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā loved the taste, very much.

It was natural.

When we love someone, we don’t feel any absurdity in even the otherwise dirty things related to him/her.

Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā swallowed my Uncut Hindu Penis and started to suck me passionately.

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled and went to the bathroom to clean herself.

I had already fucked her to her heart’s content.

Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā sucked me vehemently.

I undressed her in the meantime.

I was the third man in her life.

For a long time, after her nikāħ with an ardent Musalmān, Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā remained loyal to her religious Musalmān husband.

He was not very good at sex.

But so were the other Musalmīn as well.

Sheikħ Ammī Kħālidah Umm Mūsā controlled her lust successfully.

Her lady friends suggested her to revolt against the incompetent Musalmān husband, but she always smiled matronizingly and declined.

Chapter 17

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

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. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11

16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12

17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13

18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14

19. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–15

20. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–16

21. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–17

22. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–18

23. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–19

24. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–20

25. A deserving unfaithfulness

26. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

27. Yåqūb Family-1

28. They conspired against me

29. A secret Smile

30. A new young wife at sixty

31. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

32. The Beaming Knowledge

33. The three pregnants-1

34. The three pregnants-2

35. In the Moonlight

36. Sālī, Ammījān!

37. Now entirely secured and safe

38. She needed me extremely

39. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

40. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

41. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

42. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

43. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

44. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

45. No Hindu, Please!

46. Only Hindus, Please!

47. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

48. I do hate hypocrisy

49. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

50. Hell, I revolt

51. She loved me all along

52. She told the untold-1

53. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

54. Making love and understanding everything

55. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

56. After the death of my husband

57. The everbest wives-1

58. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

59. The most memorable Eidī of her life

60. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

61. You are the best. You don’t know

62. I’m not defeated even yet-1

63. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

64. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

65. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

66. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

67. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

68. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

69. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

70. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5

80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6

81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7

82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8

83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9

84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10

85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11

86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12

87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13

88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14

89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15

90. The Extent

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

92.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

93. Three sons three Ammīs

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

99.  Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

101. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

111. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

112.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

114. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

115. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

116. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

117. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

118. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

119. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

120. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

121. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

122. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

123. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

124. The everincreasing infinite lust

125. The women in my life

126. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

127.  A Deep Conflict-1

128. I’m never ashamed of it

129. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

130. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

131. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

132. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

133.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

134. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

135. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

136. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

137. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

138. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

139.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

140. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

141. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

142. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

143. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

144. They both serve me now

145. She protested

146. Durgesh Fātimah: A Day at the Beach

147. The threesome

148. You’ve proved your titles true

149. The Chairman: 1

150. The Chairman: 2

151. The Chairman: 3

152. The Chairman: 4

153. The Chairman: 5

154. An Underworld Don: 1

155. An Underworld Don: 2

156. An Underworld Don: 3

157. An Underworld Don: 4

158. An Underworld Don: 5

159. An Underworld Don: 6

160. An Underworld Don: 7

161. An Underworld Don: 8

162. An Underworld Don: 9

163. An Underworld Don: 10

164. Age no bar: 1

165. Age no bar: 2

166. The Absolute Surrender

167. Her Ultimate Decision: 1

168. Her Ultimate Decision: 2

175. Her Ultimate Decision : 3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3

7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4

8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5

9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6

10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7

11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8

12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9

13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2

19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

21. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

22. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

23. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

24. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

26. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

36. Saamved: Mantr 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 115

38. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

39. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

40. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

41. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

42.  Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3

43. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4

44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6

45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6

46. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7

47. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8

48. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6

49. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

50. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25


Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’-15

Årab Mahā Bhārat:  1/22:

‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Durgesh Al Islam Al Wahāb

Captain Åbdul Waħeed Qurayshī smiled.

He knew Al Islam Al Wahāb was trying to torture him.

The only problem she had, and did not know, was that he was not a communal Musalmān at all.

He was a true Musalmān.

He himself had too many complaints with the present day Musalmīn.

He knew very well that Islam had gone through a Counter Revolution at Karbala.

So many Imāms, so many Mujaddidīn, so many Mujtaħidīn, so many Maulānahs, so many Mujāhidīn had tried to bring the Musalmīn on the true path of Islam.

Alas, almost all of them failed ultimately.

Some of them survived, but not too long.

The tragedy was that it was not due to ghair Musalmīn.

It was due to the so called Musalmīn themselves.

Their vested unislamic interests were so intense that the true Islamic movement could never succeed.

Durgesh was now trying to revive the old Islamic movement under the name of Vedic Hinduism.

Well, why not?

Let Durgesh go ahead.

He would do his best to help Durgesh always, irrespective of whatsoever humiliations Durgesh’s extraordinary attractive Musalmān Beauties want to punish Musalmīn with.

I entered Al Islam Al Wahāb completely.

Al Islam Al Wahāb smiled.

She kissed me full on my lips.

It was an honor to Al Islam Al Wahāb that I entered her ultimately.

She couldn’t believe still now that I had really entered her.

Yes, I was sixty.

Al Islam Al Wahāb was only eighteen.

So what?

She is legally adult now.

She could take her own decision about whatsoever she wanted to do.

There isn’t any legal bar now.

Right from the moment, she was aware of relationship between a man and women, Al Islam Al Wahāb always dreamed of me as her man, no matter how old I was.

To hell with the age of Durgesh.

Why and how does it matter if he can still fuck the entire womankind till they exist, even more savagely than even the newly adults?

She could not believe she had me now inside her.

Durgesh is not available.” Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Musalmān girlfriends had told Al Islam Al Wahāb.

“Nonsense!” Al Islam Al Wahāb never believed them, “Any Musalmān Beauty can have Durgesh if she really loves him.”

Al Islam Al Wahāb not allowed me any motion for a long time.

The scene of our sexual union was so fascinating that even Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī was watching our united sexual organs spellbound.

Allah, he thought, what a nice sexual union!

Durgesh is sixty, Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī knows accurately.

He is not even foolish enough to imagine that Durgesh deliberately claims to be sixty to get rid of the heavily immature virgin teenagers.

It is what the foolish, heavily immature, virgin, teenagers think of Durgesh.

They never want to believe that Durgesh is sixty.

They are immensely obsessed with the true, and even fantasized, stories about Durgesh.

They never argue how a penis, only six inches in length, could extend to be eight inches when fondled with feminine hands, however extremely beautiful that female maybe.

They never argue how a penis, only six inches in length, extended to eight inches fondled with feminine hands, could extend further to ten inches; when kissed, licked and sucked by extraordinary beautiful females, however extremely beautiful those females maybe.

They never argue even, how a penis, only six inches in length, extended to eight inches fondled with feminine hands, extended further to ten inches; when kissed, licked and sucked by extraordinary beautiful females, could even further extend to twelve inches when penetrating a cunt or a feminine ass, however extremely beautiful the female maybe.

It’s only a fantasy.

That’s all.

Yet, almost each and every Musalmān Beauty sleeping with Durgesh lives in this fantasy.

Not only the foolish, heavily immature, virgin, teenagers Musalmān Beauties live in this heavily exaggerated sexual fantasy, even the utmost experienced, quite aged, Musalmān Beauties don’t want to come out of this fantasized mental condition.

They love to be in it.

They love to imagine that they are actually enjoying it all with their dream Hindu lover Durgesh.

They ask and talk of it with each other.

They confirm it each other that it’s true.

They are really experiencing it.

It’s not their imagination; it’s not their fantasy at all.

That’s it.

Nothing at all.

It can’t be true, and it isn’t.

The sex starved Musalmān Beauties have themselves worked it all.

Durgesh is also an ordinary man.

Maybe he is hypersexual even.

But— but never to the extent publicized widely by his wildly fantasizing sex obsessed Musalmān Beauties.

Never.

Never!

Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī watched the intense happiness Al Islam Al Wahāb was enjoying now.

It was all on her exquisite teenager Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.

It was obvious she was imagining Durgesh’s sexual prowess she had heard of.

And, enjoying it in her wild immature teenager fantasies.

Yes, Durgesh has penetrated her.

But she is enjoying it in her fantasies more than physically.

Why otherwise Al Islam Al Wahāb is not allowing Durgesh to stroke her in out and in?

Durgesh is lucky enough that almost all of his extraordinary Musalmān Beauties fantasize about him so positively when he fucks them.

Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī had heard some of them even imagined that Durgesh could liberate his etheric bodies to fuck infinite of them, as he couldn’t do it with his single physical body.

Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī had laughed.

The sex starved Musalmān Beauties and their ashvinātam sexual fantasies!

Allah Allah!

Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?

The ever-fantasizing sex obsessed Musalmān Beauties of Durgesh always claimed it:

Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni.

Allah Allah!

Al Islam Al Wahāb was still enjoying her fantasies with Durgesh penetrating her completely.

Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī was still sitting there, watching both Al Islam Al Wahāb and me.

After a long time of the movement less complete penetration, in missionary position; Al Islam Al Wahāb straddled my nude Hindu lap now.

We were both naked.

Sitting on my lap Al Islam Al Wahāb was playing now with my Uncut Hindu Penis.

“Get ready, Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī, to watch one more wild sex session of us both. Are you sure you’re ready?” Al Islam Al Wahāb asked Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī humiliating him immensely, in her opinion.

Without giving Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī time to answer she guided the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick to the opening of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, once more.

With one gentle, slow movement Al Islam Al Wahāb lowered herself down on me until I could feel our pubic hair touch again.

Sitting still so we both could adjust to each other Al Islam Al Wahāb kissed me allowing our tongues to begin an erotic dance.

Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī was watching the entire session without feeling any damned humiliation whatsoever.

Why should he feel any humiliations after all?

Why should he?

Is he a damn fool enough?

Al Islam Al Wahāb was a self dependent Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān young lady.

She was an adult now.

She could do anything whatsoever she damn pleased.

It was none of his business.

And none of anybody’s business too, except Al Islam Al Wahāb and Durgesh themselves.

It was their own personal matter, strictly.

As we kissed, Al Islam Al Wahāb started a slow up and down movement I will never forget.

I guess what they say about never forgetting one’s first time is true.

Even if I’d fucked innumerable extraordinary Musalmān Beauties already, it was the first time of Al Islam Al Wahāb at least.

I attempted to push up to meet her downward, quite aggressive, motion but our position on the bed didn’t allow for much movement.

Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī didn’t know how long we kissed and fucked, but it seemed to him like forever.

And he could not deny the fact that it was Al Islam Al Wahāb who was herself aggressive, all over, all the time.

Al Islam Al Wahāb soon sat straight up and began to rub her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and fuck me at the same time.

I started struggling not to cum while I sensed Al Islam Al Wahāb getting closer and closer to making herself cum.

That’s when I began to cum into Al Islam Al Wahāb.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, to my sheer surprise, I doubt if I had ever cum so much before.

I was actually curious; her little teenager Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt would not hold it all.

About the time I shot the last of my Hindu load into the tiny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, Al Islam Al Wahāb stopped rubbing herself, squeezed me tightly with her knees, began pulling on her nipples and started to moan loudly.

I winked and warned Al Islam Al Wahāb.

“Not so loud. Someone might hear you even outside.”

“I damn care who hears. That was one of the best fucks I have ever had, since now you are fucking me. You’re going to have to do that again, before I let you go home!” Al Islam Al Wahāb declared, entirely unashamed of herself, in a loud voice.

I was both a little embarrassed and a lot proud, thinking other people might have heard what she said.

I mean that was my very first fuck with Al Islam Al Wahāb!

I had been walking around, ever since the evening before, with an erection.

Now I could feel my Uncut Hindu Dick beginning to shrink, yet harden immediately, into Al Islam Al Wahāb’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, penetrating it deepest.

Even with Al Islam Al Wahāb’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy gripping it, to my surprise, it shrank enough to slip out of her wetness.

But Al Islam Al Wahāb explained her action:

Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Sorry, I need to get rid of your Uncut Hindu Penis, for a while, and clean up a little.”

Al Islam Al Wahāb even smiled at me.

I too smiled at the till virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.

I started trying to pull off the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

“Stop that before you have your Hindu sperm all over me and the bed.” Al Islam Al Wahāb winked at me shamelessly.

We both had noted that right from the beginning, Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī was preparing videos of our sex sessions.

Yet, neither of us cared even a bit.

We knew he needed the videos to prove his good and legal intentions in court.

She quickly pulled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt off.

“Now for the clean up.” she said as she moved to take my Uncut Hindu Dick into her extremely beautiful exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī smiled triumphantly.

Al Islam Al Wahāb had told me some of her girlfriends, at college, called her sex hungry.

Now I was starting to believe it myself.

Sucking me clean and feeling confident I would be able to achieve another erection, I knew.

Al Islam Al Wahāb suggested we watch an ashvinātam porn movie.

On my apathy, my lack of concern, Al Islam Al Wahāb insisted on it.

I sighed.

It was the problem I always faced with the immature teenagers.

They were childish almost always, refusing to hear of any sanity even, against their childish requirements.

Soon, when I looked at the screen, there was a big breasted Wahābī Musalmān redhead with a Hindu guy fucking her in what appeared to be her Wahābī Musalmān rectum.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

I had to digest even such childish things.

The immature teenagers refused to play reasonable even, sometimes.

His Uncut Hindu Dick was gigantic.

Al Islam Al Wahāb groped mine and realized at once, she couldn’t believe she would be able to take mine in her ass as the Wahābī Musalmān Beauty was doing on the screen.

Slowly at first, then faster and faster he fucked her until she began to scream in Wahābī Musalmān pleasure before the Hindu pulled out spurting his Hindu cum all over her Wahābī Musalmān ass cheeks and back.

“What do you think, you want to try that? It really looks like it would be exciting doesn’t it?” Al Islam Al Wahāb asked as she snuggled up close to my side and began stroking my again growing Hindu erection.

“You would really do that?” I asked watching Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī with a side glance, significantly.

But Al Islam Al Wahāb was in a devastating mood.

She was so furious with Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī that she wanted to humiliate him as much as she could.

“Yes.” Al Islam Al Wahāb said, “It’s good if the Hindu man is slow and gentle. My girlfriend, Al Furqān, has done it with Shankar Mahāmr’tyunjaý. She admits she enjoy it almost as much as having her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy fucked. Please do it for me even if you don’t want to try it. You can, at least, oblige me, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Al Islam Al Wahāb pleaded with me.

I smiled.

Al Islam Al Wahāb had my Uncut Hindu Dick in her extremely beautiful exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth now, and was sucking it to a full erection.

As soon as it was hard enough to suit Al Islam Al Wahāb she pushed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt on it, swallowing it there.

“Before we fuck again what would you think of rubbing my asshole with your Uncut Hindu Prick? I could straddle your legs facing the front; you could wet your Uncut Hindu Prick with lotion and then rub my Wahābī Musalmān asshole. You could even push it in if you wanted to.” Al Islam Al Wahāb suggested.

“Ok. I’ll try it.” I agreed, though I didn’t like the idea very much.

They, almost all, wanted it.

Okay!

I couldn’t get away every time, even if I managed most of the times.

The immature teenagers were irresponsible, irrational and adventurous.

I had to accompany them when I had to surrender to their erotic needs, despite all my otherwise efforts.

With that said, Al Islam Al Wahāb moved and straddled my legs.

As she leaned forward I wet my Uncut Hindu Prick and began rubbing her Wahābī Musalmān asshole in a firm circular manner.

Al Islam Al Wahāb really enjoyed my rubbing because she began pushing against my Uncut Hindu Prick.

Taking the hint I held my Uncut Hindu Prick directly over the center of her Wahābī Musalmān asshole.

With her gently pushing my Uncut Hindu Prick slipped into her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Soon my Uncut Hindu Prick was buried deep in her Wahābī Musalmān ass.

“Be gentle as you push it in, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! It’s stretching me so good. Push deep!” Al Islam Al Wahāb said loudly.

She was loud enough I was sure anyone close-by could hear her.

As my Uncut Hindu Prick slid in as deep as it could, Al Islam Al Wahāb began rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

She pushed back against my Uncut Hindu Prick and rubbed herself until her whole body tensed up and she let out a loud moan.

Again I’m sure anyone close-by could hear her.

Soon Al Islam Al Wahāb held a cloth for me to take and told me,

“Take your Uncut Hindu Prick out and let me clean it really well with this. Now I’m going to give you something special. Something most men never get at all or at least don’t get the same night we lose our virginity. Just relax. You’ll enjoy this.”

While I cleaned my Uncut Hindu Prick I felt Al Islam Al Wahāb rub my Uncut Hindu Dick up and down the length of her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

After making sure I was wet with her juices, Al Islam Al Wahāb positioned my Uncut Hindu Dick against her stretched Wahābī Musalmān asshole.

After hesitating for a moment to gauge my response, she started pushing against my Uncut Hindu Dick.

Suddenly the head popped past the tight ring of her Wahābī Musalmān asshole.

Stopping for a moment to adjust to my size, Al Islam Al Wahāb reached between her legs and gently pulled on my balls encouraging me to rise up and enter her hot, tight Wahābī Musalmān ass.

With my pushing in and Al Islam Al Wahāb pushing back I was soon buried completely in her.

She didn’t pull off of me but instead sat completely on my Uncut Hindu Dick rocking slowly.

Al Islam Al Wahāb smiled.

“What do you think, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties? Isn’t this better than fucking my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy only? Now do you understand why Hindus always want to fuck Musalmān Beauties in their Musalmān ass too?” Al Islam Al Wahāb wanted to know asking me in a halting strained voice as she continued rocking on my Uncut Hindu Dick.

I had to exhibit my own pleasure too.

“Oh, this is great. Your Wahābī Musalmān ass is so hot and tight. I won’t say it’s better than your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy but it is great. As a matter of fact, I may end up cuming in you.” I told Al Islam Al Wahāb trying very hard not to cum.

Al Islam Al Wahāb said as she pulled off of my Uncut Hindu Dick.

“Don’t you dare cum, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!  I’m not through with you even yet.”

Al Islam Al Wahāb smiled at me moving off my legs and lying back on the bed with her legs on either side of me.

“I want you to turn around, and then let me lick and suck your very much experienced Uncut Hindu Prick. I want to lick and suck you, once more, until you cum. Can you do that for me?” Al Islam Al Wahāb wanted to know.

“Sure I can do it. Go ahead. Do it right now!” I told her excitedly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll do it to you right now. This is for me so you will do it right. Now turn around and let me begin licking up and down along your Uncut Hindu Shaft.” she told me.

Turning between my legs Al Islam Al Wahāb leaned forward and tentatively licked between my legs.

The taste was great.

Al Islam Al Wahāb then licked me from my pubic hair to my Hindu asshole.

She had found her calling in life.

After her licking and sucking my Hindu lovepole with her  Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue, I directed Al Islam Al Wahāb to do it once more.

She smiled and thanked me to suck on it, pull it with her lips and even carefully nibble it with her teeth.

Following my guidance, Al Islam Al Wahāb sent me into what was a mind-blowing orgasm.

I lifted my hips up off of the bed, grabbed her extremely beautiful immature teenager Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān head, pulling her mouth tighter against my Uncut Hindu Prick and clamped her head tightly between my thighs.

Finally she stopped making me move my Uncut Hindu Prick off her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“That was great for your first time.”I smiled at Al Islam Al Wahāb, “After a few more times you will be the best.”

“Thank you very much, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Al Islam Al Wahāb smiled too,  “Now since I’m sure you still have a hard on, you need to put your Uncut Hindu Dick in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and fuck me. Not just fuck but fuck me fast, hard and for a long time. Do everything you can not cum because I need it to last. Can you do that?” Al Islam Al Wahāb asked.

My answer was to slide my Uncut Hindu Dick into her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

It was hot and tight as I started pumping hard, fast and deep into her.

Every time I pushed in, Al Islam Al Wahāb lifted her Wahābī Musalmān ass to meet my thrust causing me to go as deep as possible.

Fuck a long time.

These four words kept going through my mind until finally I could not hold back any longer.

“I can’t hold back any longer, Al Islam Al Wahāb!” I urgently told Al Islam Al Wahāb.

“It’s all right Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Cum now any time you have to! I’m ready!” she told me in a strained voice.

With that said, I began filling the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with cum.

As soon as I pulled my Uncut Hindu Prick out, Al Islam Al Wahāb was on her knees licking my Uncut Hindu Dick clean before stopping and telling me to get my shorts and shirt on so we could leave the hotel, Hotel Kr’shñ Āmnah.

I couldn’t find my briefs when I looked for them.

Then I realized that was the cloth Al Islam Al Wahāb had cleaned my Uncut Hindu Prick with.

“Don’t you think you need to put your dress on so we can leave?” I asked Al Islam Al Wahāb.

“I don’t want to dress.” Al Islam Al Wahāb smiled, “I really like being naked. I’m a nudist, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!  so I’ll just slip my dress on and not button it until we get in my driveway. Do you think you can drive with me sitting next to you showing my Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy to Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī? Why not let him to be lucky enough to see me at least so?” she asked me.

I smiled only.

I said nothing.

So we started toward my house.

She enjoyed riding with her dress open.

When we stopped at a stoplight there was a car in next lane with three Hindus in it.

Without saying anything Al Islam Al Wahāb slipped her dress of her shoulders and raised it up, flashing the Hindus her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts.

Just as they noticed and started yelling about her ‘nice Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits’ the light changed and I sped off.

Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī also smiled.

Al Islam Al Wahāb after all was an immature teenager, even if she was an adult now.

This scene was to be repeated four other times before we got to the turn-in to where my house was.

“Pull over as soon as you turn in so I can button my dress and brush my hair. I don’t want to go in the house with a well fucked look.” Al Islam Al Wahāb said with a grin.

It’s wonderful Hindu males have such a short recovery time for erections because I already had one from watching Al Islam Al Wahāb flash both males and females as we drove.

I don’t know what made me so bold but as she brushed her hair I unzipped my shorts and took my Uncut Hindu Dick out.

Sitting there stroking myself I asked Al Islam Al Wahāb if she wanted to suck my Uncut Hindu Dick again before I took her to her house.

With a knowing smile she turned in the seat, leaned over the console and began sucking my Uncut Hindu Dick.

I let Al Islam Al Wahāb finish.

The sensations were so overpowering I had to control myself not make her quit before I could cum.

“Ok. You better take me home now. Thanks, you wanted me to finish you off, at least.” Al Islam Al Wahāb told me with a knowing smile.

Captain Åbdul Waħīd Qurayshī smiled and took his leave from us, at last.

Chapter 16

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More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

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. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–11

16. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–12

17. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–13

18. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–14

19. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–15

20. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–16

21. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–17

22. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–18

23. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–19

24. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–20

25. A deserving unfaithfulness

26. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

27. Yåqūb Family-1

28. They conspired against me

29. A secret Smile

30. A new young wife at sixty

31. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

32. The Beaming Knowledge

33. The three pregnants-1

34. The three pregnants-2

35. In the Moonlight

36. Sālī, Ammījān!

37. Now entirely secured and safe

38. She needed me extremely

39. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

40. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

41. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

42. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

43. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

44. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

45. No Hindu, Please!

46. Only Hindus, Please!

47. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

48. I do hate hypocrisy

49. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

50. Hell, I revolt

51. She loved me all along

52. She told the untold-1

53. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

54. Making love and understanding everything

55. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

56. After the death of my husband

57. The everbest wives-1

58. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

59. The most memorable Eidī of her life

60. 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

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

73. Under Open Sky

74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5

80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6

81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7

82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8

83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9

84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10

85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11

86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12

87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13

88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14

89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15

90. The Extent

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

92.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

93. Three sons three Ammīs

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

99.  Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

101. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

111. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

112.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

114. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

115. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

116. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

117. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

118. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

119. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

120. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

121. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

122. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

123. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

124. The everincreasing infinite lust

125. The women in my life

126. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

127.  A Deep Conflict-1

128. I’m never ashamed of it

129. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

130. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

131. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

132. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

133.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

134. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

135. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

136. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

137. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

138. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

139.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

140. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

141. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

142. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

143. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

144. They both serve me now

145. She protested

146. Durgesh Fātimah: A Day at the Beach

147. The threesome

148. You’ve proved your titles true

149. The Chairman: 1

150. The Chairman: 2

151. The Chairman: 3

152. The Chairman: 4

153. The Chairman: 5

154. An Underworld Don: 1

155. An Underworld Don: 2

156. An Underworld Don: 3

157. An Underworld Don: 4

158. An Underworld Don: 5

159. An Underworld Don: 6

160. An Underworld Don: 7

161. An Underworld Don: 8

162. An Underworld Don: 9

163. An Underworld Don: 10

164. Age no bar: 1

165. Age no bar: 2

166. The Absolute Surrender

167. Her Ultimate Decision: 1

168. Her Ultimate Decision: 2

175. Her Ultimate Decision : 3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3

7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4

8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5

9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6

10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7

11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8

12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9

13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2

19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

21. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

22. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

23. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

24. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

26. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

36. Saamved: Mantr 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 115

38. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

39. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

40. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

41. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

42.  Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3

43. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4

44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6

45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6

46. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7

47. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8

48. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6

49. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

50. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25