Āmnah Azhar laughed impishly,
In Surah (56)AI-Waqi`ah the same thing has been described as Kitab-um-Maknun (the hidden and preserved Book) and in Surah (85)AI-Buruj 22 as Lauh-i Mahfuz (the Preserved Tablet), that is, the Tablet whose writing cannot be effaced, which is secure from every kind of interference.
By saying that the Qur’an is inscribed in Umm al-Kitab, attention has been drawn to an important truth.
Different Books had been revealed by Allah in different ages to different Prophets for the guidance of different nations in different languages, but aII these Books invited mankind to one and the same Faith: they regarded one and the same thing as the Truth; they presented one and the same criterion of good and evil; they propounded the same principles of morality and civilization; in short, they brought one and the same Din (Religion).
The reason was that their source and origin was the same, only words were different; they had the same meaning and theme which is inscribed in a Source Book with Allah, and whenever there was a need, He raised a Prophet and sent down the same meaning and subject-matter clothed in a particular diction according to the environment and occasion.
Had Allah willed to raise the Prophet Muhammad (upon whom be His peace) in another nation instead of the Arabs, He would have sent down the same Qur’an in the language of that nation.”’
“What do you want to say actually, Āmnah Azhar?”
“Don’t tell me that you didn’t understand.” Āmnah Azhar smiled, “I would never believe. You are too wise that no one can believe you didn’t understand.”
“And why does Allah need to keep this Source Book with him?”
“Simple, so that there could never be any alteration Allah doesn’t want in the Source Book.” Āmnah Azhar smiled triumphantly, “Stupid question. I never thought you can’t understand even such a simple necessity.”
“I see.” I smiled patiently, “So, you think Allah can save this Source Book, Alkitāb, from any unwanted alteration only if it’s with Him? As soon as it’s out of His exclusive possession, Allah is, Shanno Mitrah, never capable to keep it safe from it? You really think Allah is that much incapable, Shanno Mitrah sham Varuñah shanno bhavatvaryamā!”*
Her partner and Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had just broken up.
It wasn’t that big of a deal, but she had probably been the one Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was most ready to settle down with.
They’d been together for a year.
Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had thought that they were on a great track that had a promising future.
Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was optimistic that within the coming years there would be equal rights and at least general acceptance of their lifestyle.
However, when Al Samīnah Al Faraħ told her that she didn’t think that Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was truly a “lesbian”, she took offense.
It didn’t matter that Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was genuinely attracted to her, or that they had great chemistry.
In the end, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ wasn’t “real”.
Her bisexuality was a problem and it brought to an end what seemed so bright only days before.
As a result, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ ended up back home over New Year’s Day weekend.
That’s kind of how Al Samīnah Al Faraħ got into the situation that she currently found herself in.
Al Samīnah Al Faraħ was thinking that Al Samīnah Al Faraħ would just get some time away from the pressures of office and the break up and take a breather.
Her sisters, normally her support crew, were off enjoying their own lives in different parts of the world and were probably out working it with someone special for the big January 1.
Not Al Samīnah Al Faraħ.
Al Samīnah Al Faraħ would just be home alone with me.
That’s the other part of her situation, I.
Despite being extremely loyal to the Pseudo Islam and Kashmir valley, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ loved me to death, but sometimes I was a bit over mature.
Growing up with a coop immensely full of hens, I learned almost everything about them.
Three daughters and their Ammī.
Naturally, I got quite clued in.
When Al Samīnah Al Faraħ asked to come over for the holiday, I had promised her a fun care-free time.
And I had delivered.
I managed to take her mind off her break up, her ex, and getting acclimated to a life of singleness all over again.
Course, I managed to do that by getting us both smashed.
Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had driven the hour from office to the house Al Samīnah Al Faraħ had grown up in and had arrived to find a sizable amount of alcoholic beverages and liquors spread out across the counter tops.
Never surrendered to me for keeping Alcohol out of their life.
Sometimes, Al Samīnah Al Faraħ thought whether Durgesh is really right.
They wanted to establish Islamic supremacy on Hindus either this way or that way.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was neither nude nor he needed to.
I was nude and serving his extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Āmnah Azhar with my Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund penetrating her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot profoundly.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was lying on his back on the bed.
Āmnah Azhar wasn’t alone enjoying his such services.
Al Nādirah Al Ghāzī was the everfirst that used her younger brother’s tongue for it.
Then it was Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, their Ammī.
Then their beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
His tongue was so expert in this service now that he was more popular among needy beautiful Musalmān houseladies and their beautiful Musalmān ladyfriends as a tongue service provider than as a normal man even.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī even enjoyed our Ashvinātam sexual orgasms when our secretions naturally fell into his open mouth.
I knew their activities were not normal.
After Narendr Modi won the election 2014 and became the 15th Prime Minister of India, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s such services were so much in demand that he approached other similar minded Pseudo Musalmīn friends of him and started a regular tongue service providing commercial network.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar, Sidrah Aħmad and Rājesh Rājpūt were approached, and they delightfully congratulated Al Nādir Al Ghāzī and his similar cuckold Musalmān friends for providing such superb services to Hindus and their Musalmān beloveds.
“It’s a totally new approach. Of course, Durgesh, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, and similar over humane Hindus would never appreciate it, but the Hindu society is not made of such ever impractical persons only.”
“Let’s get you ready,” Lākhan Singh said.
He stood in front of Shamīmah Iftikħār and expertly pulled her nightgown over her head.
Shamīmah Iftikħār couldn’t believe this was happening.
Now Shamīmah Iftikħār was breathing so hard it felt like panting.
Lākhan Singh put his hands on her ankles.
“Relax,” he said.
Then he propped her legs up on the couch so Shamīmah Iftikħār was spread wide open.
Shamīmah Iftikħār ached for release.
Shamīmah Iftikħār had already gotten herself going before, now this was something out of a fantasy.
Shamīmah Iftikħār tried to grab his head and keep it there.
He took her hand and stepped aside.
Shamīmah Iftikħār realized someone was standing there- no, five people.
The crowd outside was now in the house.
He was maybe twenty-five with a smiling, eager face.
Brown hair, average build, and naked.
Shamīmah Iftikħār stared at it.
4-5 inches long.
Her stomach felt tight, her hands shook a little.
He stroked himself for a few seconds, eyes locked on her naked skin.
Shamīmah Iftikħār saw a tiny drop of precum on the tip of its head.
Shamīmah Iftikħār closed her eyes, trying to control her breathing.
This is what Shamīmah Iftikħār wanted, right?
But Shamīmah Iftikħār can’t!
Not like this.
Her breath stopped.
Shamīmah Iftikħār felt Lākhan Singh squeeze her hand again.
Well, that’s what they said was at stake!
Vīr Vikram Pratāp pushed all the way in, then slowly started fucking Shamīmah Iftikħār in a steady rhythm.
Each one felt different.
Each experience was amazing.
Rājesh Rājpūt laughed.
“We Pakistani Sunni Musalmān women love Durgesh, but we hate you, Rājesh Rājpūt! Shankar Mahāpralayankar! Sidrah Aħmad! You are crazy persons. Durgesh is of course radically different from you communal animal Hindus.”
Shankar Mahāpralayankar laughed.
“Rājesh Rājpūt, Shamīmah Iftikħār, the great Pakistani Sunni Musalmān politician loves Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, instead of us. Durgesh is really a miracle. Entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies want to get his Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into their Musalmān Choots without any single exception even.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī and her ever enthusiast Young Musalmān Lady Brigade is managing it all. they cunningly, shrewdly and intelligently plan to advertise the fantastic attributes of Durgesh’s Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund. I see even every beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot is crazy to get it inside her.”*
It was still dark outside when I opened my eyes.
My Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was still buried entirely into her still miraculously tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
Alas, Muħammad Naåīm couldn’t give her what I could, neither money, nor sex.
I smiled to myself as I looked at it.
It was the 3rd night of our ten-day vacation in Kashmir valley.
It was the reason Sāliħah Faisal separated herself from Muħammad Naåīm.
“It’s wrong. It’s a sin in Islam.” Muħammad Naåīm had refused Sāliħah Faisal outright.
“Well,” Sāliħah Faisal thundered, “I’m your wife, and I love it.”
Muħammad Naåīm was startled
“Isn’t my ass extraordinarily beautiful?”
“Of course, it is. Of course, it is. But it doesn’t mean…”
“What do you mean ‘Why?’? It’s wrong. It’s a sin.” Muħammad Naåīm was quite surprised.
“I hinted you before our marriage.” Sāliħah Faisal said curtly.
“You said you’d see to it.”
“That’s right, Sāliħah Faisal, but…”
“No but, you promised me. I need it.”
Muħammad Naåīm didn’t oblige her and it brought Sāliħah Faisal ultimately to me.
Still smiling, I quietly slid out of bed and went into the bathroom to relieve myself.
Turning the light back off before I opened the bathroom door into the bedroom, as not to disturb Sāliħah Faisal, I quietly grabbed my robe from the chaise at the foot of the bed and slipped it on.
Opening the door of our room, I quietly crept out and walked down the hall of our dull jheel side condo.
HVSI owned several beautiful enormous structures in Kashmir valley.
I always enjoyed this time of the day.
I enjoyed watching the sunrise before the world awoke and got its day started.
Making sure as not to make any noise and wake the kids up, I put some coffee on.
Once the kids were up our day would be nonstop.
Well, at least when the boys woke up.
My boys from Sāliħah Faisal, Devesh and Shubhesh, were 11 and 9.
Her oldest was Sāliħah Faisal’s daughter, Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm.
She was 19.
Once my coffee was ready, I poured myself a cup and walked to the sliding glass door that lead out to the deck.
I walked out on to the deck, quietly slid the door and closed behind me.
I pulled a chair close to the edge of the deck and sat down in it.
Promptly propping my feet up on the railing in front of me.
I inhaled deeply the aromatic aroma of my coffee before enjoying the first sip.
I was a man at peace.
I owned my own consulting firms under HVSI and it made a good living for my entire families.
My friend, Muħammad Naåīm’s wonderful extremely beautiful wife, of 22 years, Sāliħah Faisal, was a wedding consultant.
Between the two of us, our incomes afforded us opportunities I would have loved to have as a child myself.
As I reflected, I thought about our children.
Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was 19 and was my girl to the core.
Her own Abbū, Muħammad Naåīm, was a loser in her eyes.
She was sympathetic for him, yet he wasn’t her hero, I was.
A loser can get sympathies, but none wants to be as him.
He was ‘poor Abbū’, as far as Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was concerned.
She had graduated high school the year prior and was just completing her first year of junior college.
I was so proud of her.
No one could deny that Sāliħah Faisal’s oldest was a beauty indeed.
With her stunning looks, she had landed her first modeling gig at sixteen.
At 5’7, she had chocolate brown eyes and they were framed by long spiky lashes.
Her hair that hung just at her shoulder blades was thick and a light honey brown color.
It complemented her flawless creamy coffee complexion.
What made it worse, from a fatherly perspective, was how curvaceously shaped her body was.
Although she modeled, she was no string bean.
I had no idea her exact chest size or clothing size, but I did know that she had very full breasts, a curvy waist and an ass, that when she wore a bikini made men do double takes.
This didn’t bring comfort to me, however.
That was the baby girl they were ogling.
Nevertheless, what surprised me even more was how comfortable Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was with her body.
Not that I wanted Sāliħah Faisal’s daughter, to have a distorted body image, but she was comfortable to the point that around the house she wore things that Sāliħah Faisal would have to remind her to cover up because she had brothers.
At the shore of the jheel, it was even worse.
The back of her bikini bottom, if one could call it that did little to hide her wonderful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān assets.
I always teased her and called her double trouble because she had brains and beauty both.
I would tell her she would be a formidable match for any man.
I didn’t worry as much about Devesh and Shubhesh as I did Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm.
Devesh was more a rough and tumble boy, whereas Shubhesh was the more sensitive one.
I chalked that up to the fact that Shubhesh was definitely an Ammī’s boy through and through.
Sāliħah Faisal babied him almost to a fault.
That was the one area Sāliħah Faisal and I, as parents, disagreed with each other the most.
I felt that she babied Shubhesh too much and was making him too dependent on her.
Sāliħah Faisal felt that I never came to her defense where Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was concerned.
Sāliħah Faisal and Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm butted heads, the older Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm got.
That, however, doesn’t mean that they didn’t have a good mother daughter relationship, but Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm’s fiercely independent spirit definitely had its moments when it clashed with Sāliħah Faisal’s over protective mothering.
When Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm turned 18 and started being a bit less conservative, in her manner of dress, that was when they really started butting heads.
Less conservative meaning her clothes tended to accentuate that body that I was so cautious for her about.
However, I believed Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm to be an adult and she should be allowed to make her own decisions.
I was so lost in my musings that I didn’t seem to notice the time passing and the sky was just starting to lighten.
As my eyes scanned out on the shore of the jheel, I noticed someone out there.
My, I thought, someone’s out here even earlier than I am.
As my eyes focused, the person appeared to be maybe doing yoga out on the shore of the jheel.
It was hard for me to tell.
I leaned a bit forward in my chair and let my eyes focus.
It appeared to be a woman.
She was on her back with her legs tucked under her.
Her back was arched though pushing her chest high into the sky.
Her arms were stretched out beside her and her head resting on the sand.
The light in the sky was lightening up enough that I was starting to see a little clearer.
My eyes widened and my mouth gaped open as I discerned two things at once.
One, the woman wasn’t wearing a bikini top.
I could clearly see the definition of her full breasts.
Her nipples pert and pointing in the air.
But secondly, and more importantly, that woman wasn’t just any woman, it was Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm.
I was dumbfounded.
Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm was topless and doing yoga on the shore of the dull jheel.
As if completely oblivious to me sitting there, Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm got up from the position she’d been lying in.
She stood with her back to me.
I suddenly remembered Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Was Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm doing the same thing?
I, still sitting there now saw that she was not just topless but bottomless as well.
Something in my brain told me to get up and go in the house.
However, I sat there almost paralyzed.
I’d seen Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm’s butt before, but covered a little at least with a bikini bottom.
But now, with her back to me I had a completely unobstructed view, and the view was incredible.
Her cheeks were plump and full. The kind that a man could lose my load over doing her from behind.
I felt a distinct reaction to this thought.
My face didn’t froze, in horror, as I realized looking at Sāliħah Faisal’s daughter’s ass was giving me a hard on.
It was normal for me now.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Just Eighteen Just Adult and Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh movements had made my brain convinced that it was normal for me to lust and have sex with even Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān girls.
If I didn’t oblige them, they turned out to be my bitterest enemy.
While if I obliged them, they were my everbest friends instead.
“It’s a delicate medical matter to take a cherry of a Just Eighteen Just Adult girl.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan argued, “It’s better the everbest sex therapist must do it, instead of an immensely inexperienced new learner.”
I wasn’t startled to find out that their blind followers and fans immediately grabbed it as the utmost important medical necessity.
Without turning back, Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm walked toward the water.
I watched as Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm walked further into the surf.
The further she walked, the more of her body was hidden as it submerged in the water.
I made my getaway into the house when I watched her dunk herself under the water.
Almost in a daze, I made my way back to Sāliħah Faisal and my room. Sāliħah Faisal was just waking up as I walked in.
She smiled at me as I came through the door.
“Hey stud,” she said suggestively, all the while smiling.
Momentarily undecided, I had to pull my thoughts together.
“Good morning sexy,” I said to Sāliħah Faisal as I crawled on to our bed.
Once I settled myself beside Sāliħah Faisal, Sāliħah Faisal pulled herself up on top of my lap and straddled me.
She ground herself against me and was pleased at the reaction she got. Little did she know, though, my reaction wasn’t necessarily due to her grinding against me.
I hadn’t quite recovered from seeing Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm.
I saw the glint in Sāliħah Faisal’s eyes and I knew what she wanted.
I made the gesture to slide my pajama bottoms down and Sāliħah Faisal raised herself up enough for me to do so.
My eyes closed and my breath inhaled as I felt my friend, Muħammad Naåīm’s wonderful extremely beautiful wife, wrap around me.
Opening my eyes, I looked at Sāliħah Faisal and put my index finger in front of my mouth in a “shhh” motion.
Whispering, Sāliħah Faisal asked, “why?”
“”We don’t need the kids to hear,” I whispered back.
“They’re asleep, they’ll never know,” Sāliħah Faisal whispered back with a bit more volume.
I furrowed my brow at her,
“No, they’re not. Ħamd Muħammad Naåīm is awake.”
Sāliħah Faisal’s eyes widened,
She loved how rigid and hard I was as she slammed herself down harder and harder upon it.
Sāliħah Faisal kept this motion up as if endlessly.
Until my eyes signaled to her that, I was about to cum.
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Al Rizwānah Assultān smiled seductively at me.
“Unless you are representing Al Nādir Al Ghāzī in the Corporation too, I have to watch myself carefully how and upto what extent I can provide you the information concerned.”
“I want to know who holds Certificate Number 786 in the Corporation.”
“I can’t tell you that, offhand, you can understand that.”
“When’s your stockholders’ meeting?”
“Day after tomorrow.”
“It’s a regular annual meeting?”
“What are the provisions in the bylaws about proxy voting, if any?”
“Naturally, I believe the provisions confirm to the state law. However, to be exact I have to consult the record. I can’t recall everything offhand exactly, naturally.”
“The media section also belongs to the Corporation?”
“It’s given to Ma’am Al Jihad Al Vaqār.”
“Not to Ma’am Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb?”
“It hasn’t been transferred fully to Madam Al Jihad Al Vaqār?”
“There are some legal problems. Your law firm HVS Law Internationals is itself handling it. Your associate advocate Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī is the in charge I believe,”
“Al Jihad Al Vaqār holds a lot of proxies with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s confirmation?”
“I believe so, yes.”
“I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to discuss the affairs of the Corporation, Sir. I’m not authorized to disclose such information about the Corporation, even if you represent the Corporation itself.”
“Who is authorized?” I smiled, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī himself only?”
Al Rizwānah Assultān herself smiled teasingly now,
“Sir, I’m afraid your stepson, Mr. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is not an officer of the company.”
“I know. Who is the President, anyway, if Al Nādir Al Ghāzī isn’t?”
“Madam Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, your own Live in Relationship Partner”*
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb squeezed my Hindu Penis fully embedded into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, changed position on my nude Hindu male lap, took hold of her mobile and punched the number of the district attorney,
“May I get Mr. District Attorney, please? Isn’t this his personal number?”
She listened to what was said from other side.
Then she said,
“I want the complaint division, if you please,”
After another moment, she said,
“This is Mrs. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Ghāzī talking. I’m a wife of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. According to Muslim Personal Law 1937 a Musalmān can have only four wives at a time. My ever-erring husband has now a fifth wife without divorcing any of us four duly married wives according to Sharīåt-e-Muħammadīs. He is openly living with that woman illegally. He has deserted me and gone through the formality of an invalid, fraudulent and entirely spurious Mexican divorce. I desire to swear a complaint against Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, charging him with illegal marriage. Could you give me an appointment for some time tomorrow morning?”
There was a moment’s silence, and then she smiled and said,
“I am aware that you would prefer not to stir up the question of these Mexican divorces. As it happens, rather I am the one who is stirring it up. I insist upon swearing to a complaint charging my husband with illegal marriage. What time may I have an appointment, please?”
Again she listened, smiled and then said,
“Ten-fifteen? Thank you very much. And for whom shall I ask?… Yes, Mr. Gajānan, yes. The deputy in the complaint department, yes. Thank you very much. At ten-fifteen promptly I’ll be there.”
She disconnected her mobile and looked at me.
“The terrorist bastard has to run away now to save his own skin, instead of planning any terrorist attack on anyone.”
“Locking the stable after the horse is stolen.”
“What do you mean?”
“Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī is a dangerous antagonist for you.”
“Your associate advocate in your international law firm, HVS Law Internationals?”
“You know her already.”
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb kept herself moving up and down on my rock hard upstanding Uncut Hindu Penis.
“She can’t change his illegal marriage into a legal one. Can she, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?”
I grabbed her slim waist, playing every now and then with her beautiful nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī calls Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī ‘Bājī’, kisses her feet with ardent devotion and licks her Musalmān Cunt and her Musalmān ass too, after I fuck Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.”
“What a perfect younger brother,” Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb laughed, “that’s what these terrorist bastard Pseudo Musalmīn deserve everywhere.”
Her voice was full of intense venom for Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.*
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī’s eyes lit up when my Uncut Hindu Penis penetrated her entirely once again.
“Sorry, I couldn’t come earlier, Durgesh. Yet I had to check up on a couple of things before I came down to talk with you. Frankly, Durgesh, the situation is incredible.”
“What’s wrong with it, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī?”
“It’s incredible, absolutely incredible. Things are in a hell of a shape.” She pushed her extremely beautiful gorgeous nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my nude male Hindu lap, swallowing my entire Uncut Hindu Lund into her still tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I couldn’t believe she had really her own children.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan claimed it’s due to their five times a day offering Salwāt.
It constricted the vaginas of them and expanded their beautiful female buttocks splendidly five times a day.
However, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan claimed so many things more.
She claimed that the Stavan of Hindus similarly strengthened their male genital organ.
Everyone knew she claimed it strategically to establish her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Except the ever horniest Young Musalmān Lady Brigade of her Seven Movements, and their ever biased Hindu male lovers, none else believed such nonsense.
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī knew however, that countless Pseudo Musalmīn did too suspect that it was true.
The ever-superstitious damnfools.
“Tell me about it.” I said.
“Well, now, the setup of the ‘Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah’ media empire and Ghāzī Mining, Exploration and Development Company is a little peculiar, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. I can’t go into details but Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has successfully deceived his stockholders that he is the big shot, not I. He made them believe that only for legal purposes Al Nādir Al Ghāzī strategically keeps in the background himself. On the ‘advice of counsel’, he’s keeping out of Board of Directors and doesn’t hold any elective office, deliberately, strategically, cunningly. Because of certain deals with a partnership, his interests in that are perfectly all right as long as he’s only a stockholder. His such interests in that partnership might only be questioned legally if he were a Director.”
I nodded fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī fiercely.
Virtually, actually, she was the President of Ghāzī Mining, Exploration and Development Company legally.
It suited Al Nādir Al Ghāzī too, because in this way he could have property in Ved Nagar even, the ever-mysterious City State.
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī went on.
“He has successfully spread the strategic rumors that all of us are actually his persons, working for him actually, not for ourselves.”
“Dummies for Al Nādir Al Ghāzī?” I smiled sarcastically.
There were numerous Musalmān stepsons of mine who didn’t even call me ‘Dad’.
They preferred to call me ‘Mr. Durgesh’ instead.
I watched him gravely.
“A father is supposed to give some sacraments to his sons, my son.”
“How could you do that? You haven’t fathered us, your Musalmān stepsons, exactly.”
“Sure, nevertheless, when your Ammīs honored me with their Live in Relationship with me, their children too became related to me, at least somewhat, if not entirely.”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled quite amused.
“That’s very nice of you. Yet, you know very well none of us ever approved of what our Ammīs did.”
“That’s your personal matter with your Ammīs. You want me to intervene?”
“Certainly not.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī controlled himself, “Yet you never stopped taking interest in our wives, even when we divorced them.”
“And why should you have any objection to that? Once you’ve divorced them why should you’ve any interest in their whereabouts?”
“Well, they are our ex wives, aren’t they?”
“So what? Once divorced they can live in Relationship with anyone they decide.”
“You aren’t anyone you know.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī retorted, “They deliberately choose you on us despite we are more perfect for them according to our age.”
“Then why do you divorcé them?”
“A person loses interest in the same dish daily even if it was the best for him/her when s/he first wanted the other.”
“That’s the difference between our reasoning. I don’t think they are dishes only.”
“I know you Hindus hate divorces.”
“Nothing. In the present legal system of Democracy, every adult is free to do anything s/he damn pleases.”
“You don’t like it. Don’t you?”
“I hate when my ex wives claim they are happier with you than they were with me.”
“I can understand that. Yet it’s their own judgment. They naturally compare their present life partner with their ex life partner. If they find me better, why it’s bothering you? Let them feel anything whatsoever.”*
I watched Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī fucking her vigorously.
I knew she loved Al Nādir Al Ghāzī to the extent to help him in business, at least.
Despite the fact that she had acknowledged Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had spread rumors successfully that they all were his persons only, actually.
“After I telephoned you, you delayed coming to me. You were talking with Al Rizwānah Assultān?”
“Exactly. I know you are busy almost ever in defending us Musalmān houseladies from our ever inhuman Pseudo Musalmān mankind. There’s no use taking up your time talking about something unless I knew about it myself entirely. I wanted to find out everything I could.”
“What did you find out?”
“Exactly what she’s done?” I penetrated her once more fiercely.
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī enjoyed my violent Hindu penetration of her still tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt very much, squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund with her vaginal muscles gratefully and thanked me with her immensely indebted eyes.
“Well, we sent out proxies in the usual form, made out to A.J.A.V. Al Ghāzī. I’m damned if Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb didn’t send out other proxies made out to ‘A.J.A.V. Al Ghāzī, holder of Certificate of Stock 786.’ Well, you’ve guessed it, Durgesh. Certificate of Stock number 786 was made out to Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb four years ago when she and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī were all hunky-dory and everything was sitting pretty.”
“What happened to the original proxies?” I kept fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī ferociously more and more.
She loved it very much.
“They are all in order, all right.” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī said, “They are filed in alphabetical order, just as neat as a pin. You’ve met Al Rizwānah Assultān. You know how she goes about it, filing ’em all in order with cross references to the stock ledger and all that.”
She knew very well how to please me.
Every beautiful Musalmān houselady knew, she thought.
It was the time almost every beautiful houselady was wooing Durgesh entirely unashamed of herself.
Durgesh was the perfect man every woman needed to possess.
“Nevertheless,” I said enjoying her offerings very much, “it would certainly seem to me that someone would have realized the situation when these other proxies began to come in. Certainly, Al Rizwānah Assultān must have known that she hadn’t sent those proxies out, and when a new proxy, made to ‘A.J.A.V. Al Ghāzī, holder of Certificate of Stock 786’, came in, you’d certainly think Al Rizwānah Assultān would have checked up on it.”
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī surrendered.
She couldn’t argue in protection of Al Rizwānah Assultān with me any more.
“You would, for a fact. However, the funny part of it is that Al Rizwānah Assultān doesn’t know when those proxies came in. They are there all right; they are signed, all right, and they are filed neatly, in apple pie order. Nevertheless, they must have come in all at once and some filing clerk did the job. Al Rizwānah Assultān swears they never went across her desk. She says she would have known about them if they had.”
“You believe Al Rizwānah Assultān?”
“I believe Al Rizwānah Assultān, yes.”
“And the Stockholders’ meeting is day after tomorrow?”
“That’s right. Moreover, I don’t mind telling you, my love, there’s hell to pay. We can’t get hold of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. He’s off on a second honeymoon with his new extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Āmnah Azhar. All wrapped up in his new Musalmān redhead of his. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, my damnfool son, doesn’t want anyone to know where he is. Doesn’t want to be disturbed by business. And he is faced with the loss of his whole company! I’m worried. I’m frightened.”
Trying to keep her mind on positive track still now, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī herself was fucking me now wildly.
“What will happen? Allah, don’t tell me you don’t know Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. You fuck her too. She is herself your Live in Relationship partner now. When she was with us she quarreled with me I didn’t pay proper attention in upbringing my son, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. She accused me of being dedicated to my own sex life more than to upbringing my son more painstakingly. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb will have the books audited. She will shake down this, that and the other. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb will put her own Board of Directors. She will sue the Ghāzī partnership for fraud on a couple of deals that haven’t panned out so well. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb will call the Income Tax People and point out certain things that we’ve keeping covered up. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb will wreck the whole damn business. She’d collapse the whole house of cards!”
Now, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī was fucking me furiously, wildly, as if she couldn’t survive without fucking me utterly.
“I see,” I said keeping my mind cool and active profoundly, instead of only enjoying her wildfire sexual activities, “Has Al Rizwānah Assultān checked with any of the filing clerks, to see who filed those other proxies?”
“Well, in a quiet sort of a way, Al Rizwānah Assultān is snooping around. She doesn’t want any of the help to know that anything’s wrong. She is asking a few guarded questions.”
“You think there are some skeletons in the closet of the Ghāzī Company?”
“Well, now,” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī hedged, “I’m trying to use my best judgment. Yet, I think I’ve told you every damn thing I can.”
“You are a heavy stockholder in the company, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī?” I asked smiling as if it wasn’t any important thing at all.
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī grinned,
“Don’t make any mistake about me, my Hindu love, I hold the major share of stock in the company, far more than enough to qualify for the Board of Directors and be President. The Salary is the highest and the duties of office consist mostly in signing my name and furnishing entertainment for the visiting firewomen. Wallah, none of them needs more entertainment if you are once available to everyone of them.”
“You don’t happen to have anyone working in your stenographic department by the name of Al Qāsim, do you?”
“This one is a girl about twenty eight or twenty nine, long legged, slim waisted, heavy plump big buttocks perfectly round, firm, immensely beautiful, with steady, slate gray eyes, fine blonde hair, and…”
“Stop it!” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī groaned, “You are making me jealous of the girl.”
“You know her?” I asked insistently.
“Allah, no! Why are you so interested in her? You have more beautiful girls crowding around you already.”
“If you have to do quite a bit of entertaining you perhaps have a list of young women who can be called in as partners, as you provide me to your female stockholders.”
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī smiled.
“For you? Sure. You have infinite sexual lust for us beautiful Musalmān houseladies. The more you fuck us the more you lust to fuck us. Incredible, yet true. I need them to satisfy you sexually. Yes. I haven’t another option to keep you in order. Have I?”
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī chuckled.
“Perhaps this girl’s name and address are in your little green notebook. Perhaps she is available for dinner dates, or a dancing partner?”
“Could be.” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī teased me.
“You don’t remember her?”
“Even if I remember her, I am not crazy enough to tell you. I’m enjoying you myself very much and I don’t want you to leave me in the middle to fuck her.”
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī smiled.
“If you know of any way to get in touch with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, you’d better go to work on that angle.”
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī looked glum.
“And in the meantime,” I went on, “you’d better investigate your own organization and see if you can’t find who filed those new proxies.”
“I’d give a lot to know that one,” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī said, “It looks to me that someone is double crossing us.”
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Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was, I decided now, in the late twenties.
Evidently, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was a young woman that knew her way around.
Yet, there was nothing hard about her.
She seemed as naturally naïve and as spontaneous with her friendship as a young puppy, anxious to make friends with everyone in a joyful world.
Yet, I knew very well that it was her well decided, well thought out, and deliberately preplanned presentation of herself.
Nevertheless, what was wrong in that?
Everyone has a right to present to others in any manner whatsoever s/he damn pleases.
“Where were you, may I ask, on the afternoon of the third, day before yesterday?” I asked casually.
“Allah, good heavens,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās laughed throatily.
“Where were you?” I smiled.
“Allah, are you really serious?”
“Is there anything secret you can’t tell me?”
“Durgesh, I don’t want to lie to you while we are making love and on the other hand I can’t give you the information without permission from my friend I was with.”
“Give me some time to get her permission, please!”
“Okay,” I smiled, “no problem. Let me put it another way. Were you near the intersection of Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue and Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive?”
“On the third?”
“On the third.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās shook her beautiful head slowly.
“I don’t think I was. What’s the matter, however?”
“Well, I’ve been reported that you were with some equally beautiful lady as you are in a green colored Mercedes. You had had a flat tire and had pulled into the curb to fix it. There was an accident on the intersection just as you were getting ready to drive away and you noticed something about the car, or about one of the cars that had been in the accident. It was a green Mercedes itself.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was shaking her head vigorously now.
“Durgesh darling, I’m quite certain there’s some mistake somewhat. At the moment I certainly can’t recall or tell you where I was. Nevertheless, I do know very definitely that I haven’t seen any accident within the past few weeks. I can’t disclose my friend’s name without her permission but I assure you I wasn’t riding in any car that had a punctured tire. Naturally. You don’t think I’d forget even that.”
“Sure Sweetheart,” I smiled, “I agree with you,”
“What’s the matter, however, if I may ask?”
“Oh sure, my company, HVS Law Internationals, is representing the occupants of the car that was hit. There was a young man, Ħafïz Iftikħār, a chap twenty two years old who has a broken hip. We hope it will heal up all right so he won’t be crippled. Nevertheless, it’s a serious injury, and it’s certainly going to take some time, even with the best of cure, before he can…”
“Oh, that’s too bad!” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās interrupted me, “I know your client however,”
“Really?” I was surprised.
“Ħafïz Iftikħār has a very beautiful sister, Ħāfizah Iftikħār. You are representing Ħafïz Iftikħār because Ħāfizah Iftikħār is your very intimate friend, isn’t it? As intimate as myself now,”
“You know Ħāfizah Iftikħār?”
“Sure, she even shares her intimate sessions with you with me,”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! You ladies! You share even these intimacies with each other? We men never.”
“We Musalmān houseladies respect and admire you tremendously,”
“Nonsense, you Musalmān houseladies call me Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! Don’t you?” I smiled.
“Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās corrected me, “It’s our admiration for you. You know what we need actually and you give us that.”
“Yes, but not sex alone. Love, intimacy, faithfulness, protection, money, joy, happiness, and what not?Actually you are our real husband, Durgesh darling, not those who are married with us unfortunately,”
“Thank you. I’m really honored tremendously,”
“We feel actually entirely opposite it,” she smiled, “I’ve followed many of your court cases. I think you’re ─well, not only brilliant, magnetic and powerful, especially for us Musalmān houseladies those were suffering from immense injustice of our Pseudo Musalmīn mankind and Pseudo Musalmān society but also willing to stand and fight for the underdog even if he were a Pseudo Musalmān. I admire that enormously.”
“Thank you. That’s certainly gratifying.” I said, “I try to do the best I can when I’m working on a case.”
“Having such a famous personage sharing ultimate intimacy with me in my own apartment is a little too much of a thrill for me. I don’t suppose you understand but I’m as nervous as can be. This is something I can’t forget my entire life.”
“I take it you’re not working at any regular job.” I smiled enjoying her tremendous wild animal thrusts nonstop constantly swallowing my entire sixty five years old utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Prick into her extremely beautiful extremely tight only twenty five plus young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
It was more than obvious she was extremely ravenous and unashamed of it that it was our first time yet she was taking utmost advantage of it.
My lust to fuck her was increasing nonstop itself with her every thrust.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was crazy for me and now I too myself wanted to see how longer more she wanted to fuck me.
I was playing with her plump gorgeous Musalmān buttocks and boobs alternatively.
My penis was growing into her constantly in length and thickness both.
It was perhaps the unique quality of my penis that made women crazy to fuck me again and again, once they had fucked me.
Once with Durgesh
All the rest is trash
That was what they used to say.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās sighed.
“Unfortunately, most of us once married Musalmān houseladies are suffering from the same tragedy.”
“I’m divorced, on allowance. They permit our Pseudo Musalmān mankind to say ‘Talāq, Talāq, Talāq’ three times and we poor Musalmān houseladies are divorced immediately. Even your Dr. Bhīmrāo Ambedkar has written in his famous book, ‘Pakistan, or, the Partition of India’ that a Musalmān woman is the most unfortunate woman of entire womankind.”
“I’m sorry.” I impaled her beautiful eyes with mine, “I didn’t know. Alimony?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly averted her glance, then suddenly turned defiant eyes back to mine,
“Anything wrong with that?”*
I replied furiously,
“Certainly not. I never said that.”
“Does it make any difference in the matter you’re investigating?”
“A nice way of asking me if it’s any of my business?”
“Sorry. Actually, I was just wondering whether you were investigating me and this story about the automobile accident was something to sort of pave the way.”
“Is there anything about you are afraid of investigating?”
“My ex-husband is trying to reduce my alimony.”
“Has he retained you, by the way?”
“To investigate you?”
“No. I’m interested in you because I’m trying to uncover witnesses to that automobile accident.”
“Even now?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās looked in my eyes meaningfully.
“Hell, never. Now I’m interested in you to keep fucking you more than in anything else.”
“Thanks for honoring my offer.”
“I think you’ve honored me rather. Moreover, the erring Musalmān husband don’t think me appropriate to investigate their wives. My reputation is that mostly I change my clients after meeting beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
“How lucky we Musalmān houseladies are!”
“I enjoy you beautiful Musalmān houseladies more,” I laughed cunningly, “Never underestimate me. I hate to remain in loss. Ever.”
“So do us beautiful Musalmān houseladies,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās winked at me lewdly.
We both kissed each other passionately keeping my Uncut Hindu Lund entirely vanished into her tight young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“I’m quite certain I wasn’t at the Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue, and what was that other street?”
“Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive.”
“I know where Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue is, but I don’t even know where Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive is, Durgesh darling,”
“You own a car?”
“Hey, how did you happen to come here in the first place to honor me in this way?”
“Sanmukh hohi jīv mohi jabhīn,
Janmkoŧi agh nāshahin tabhīn.’
“What does it mean?”
“I can’t divulge the source of my information. However, I have reason to believe you might be the person I was looking for. You certainly answer the description.”
“Nevertheless, you can’t tell me how you got my description, who gave it to you?”
“S/he can be my client. It might be a privileged communication between a client and his/her attorney. Even the Supreme Court doesn’t has any right to make me divulge it.”
“I see. However, do you believe in fate, Durgesh darling?”
“Certainly not. I believe in ‘Kurvannévéh karmāñi jijīvishechchhatagvong samāh, évam tvayi nānyathéto’sti n’ karm lipyaté naré.’”
“Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun what the heck are you telling.”
“It’s the second Mantr of Yajurved, Adhyāý 40. It means fate is nothing but only the result of our actions. Since we are free to act in any manner we damn please, we ourselves make our fate knowingly or unknowingly.”
“Allah, are you an atheist?”
“Then why the hell are you talking like one?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās squeezed her already tight vaginal muscles around my entirely embedded Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I controlled myself from screaming out of immense pleasure yet pain too somewhat.
“I’m in need of a lawyer, Durgesh,”
“Really? If I can do anything for you, just tell me and forget everything that’s worrying you.”
“I’ve been married twice. The first time was simply tragic. The last time I was more cautious.”
“Naturally,” I said, “only a foolish woman wouldn’t be more cautious even after suffering from something already. Did it work out all right?”
“Allah Arraħmānirraħīm,” she sighed, “unfortunately, it didn’t. However, I was more cautious second time and I had deliberately married a wealthy man. It was the only thing that helped.”
“Nevertheless, the marriage broke up?”
“Nevertheless, the marriage broke up. I’m getting alimony now.”
“One thousand dollars a week.”
“Well?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās asked defiantly, boldly, “Do you think that’s too much? You should see how much money your terrorist Pseudo Musalmān stepson makes.”
“My terrorist Pseudo Musalmān stepson?”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
I was surprised.
“You were my daughter in law?”
“So what? Do you regret now that I’m fucking you? I know Al Jihad Al Vaqār fucked you right before she was getting married to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
I didn’t approve of it.
Yet it was useless now to discuss it with her.
She had deliberately done it.
To take her revenge from Al Nādir Al Ghāzī?
The husband divorced her yet she is now his Ammī legally, at least morally even if not legally.
Countless of divorced beautiful Musalmān houseladies had already done it.
Most of my Pseudo Musalmīn stepsons refused to limit themselves to only four duly married Musalmān wives.
They were jealous of the Hindus who had only one duly married Musalmān wife yet countless beautiful Musalmān Live in Relationship partnerships.
My Musalmān stepsons divorced their faithful Musalmān wives.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade approached them and advised to join me in Live in Relationship.
It made them Ammī of my erring Pseudo Musalmīn stepsons.
Their slogan was ‘Mecca Fataħ’.
I hid my psychology successfully from Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
There wasn’t even a bit of expression on my face or eyes what my actual reactions to it was.
“I take it you weren’t married very long.” I smiled cunningly ostensibly.
She sighed a long breath of satisfaction.
Now she was cheerful again.
“Five years, and during that time Al Nādir Al Ghāzī made a lot of his money.”
“Nevertheless, the bastard is going into court trying to do something to get reduced my alimony.”
“You can’t blame Al Nādir Al Ghāzī for that.” I winked at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās teasingly.
It made her furious however.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kept fucking me wildly.
“When a man possesses a woman, Durgesh darling, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, he acquires a very peculiar possession. It is, in a way, an emotional mirror too, a sounding board, an animated echo of his own emotions whether full of love or deceit. Usually he gets back what he gives to his woman unless she is a damnfool and loves even the deceitful bastard even more than herself.”
“I agree with you. I don’t think anyone should love someone more than herself/himself.
It’s harmful even to the one you love.”
“I couldn’t follow you, sorry.”
“You can do anything for the one you love only when you are yourself alive and in a position to do something for her/him. If you yourself aren’t alive, or alive but not capable to do something for him/her, isn’t it harmful to the one you love that much?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched me strangely.
“You have queer but more benevolent morals than the normal persons do.”
“Thank you,” I smiled.
“I was telling you when a man possesses a woman; he has acquired a very peculiar possession actually.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās resumed what she was telling me, “It is, in a way, an emotional mirror, a sounding board, an animated echo of his own emotions. He gets back what he gives to her.”
“I understand. My stepson never played fair with you.”
“With me? With me only? He never played fair with any of his wives. The Pseudo Musalmīn never do. They are munāfiqīn. During the honeymoon, a man looks upon his wife as an angel. The wife reciprocates in the same way, naturally. She looks upon him as a god. To every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.”
“I understand,” I said patiently.
Every person had his/her own philosophy knowingly or unknowingly.
It’s developed unconsciously through his/her knowledge and experiences.
It’s the actual driving force that drives him/her.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was telling me her mental blueprint unknowingly.
It was better for me to listen to her instead of contradicting her.
She went on to tell,
“There is a period of mutual, worshipful admiration. Then the glamour wears off if there wasn’t any real love between them. The man realizes that he hasn’t acquired any angel actually. He has acquired a working partner only. He starts to act as if he still thinks his wife an angel to keep peace in married life. He thinks his wife is a damnfool enough not to understand it. However, she isn’t. She understands her husband’s behavior and starts to play the same game with him. Honesty is responded as honesty and game is responded by game.”
I wanted to say, ‘This is not the way to keep a family.’, but it wouldn’t have done any good in her present mood and position.
She had already been divorced by Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, my stepson that thought he was more brilliant than I was.
I let her continue.
“He gets a working partner.” Her eyes glittered slightly under the half closed lids.
“Then a man sometimes begins to fret. He begins to chafe, irritate, at restraint. He begins to be a little restless, because he has lost his freedom. He refuses to understand that it was his own choice. No one compelled him to marry. It was a matter of common sense for him to understand that he couldn’t remain as free after a partnership as he was before it. That’s the difference in partnership and proprietorship. A marriage is the transformation of the proprietorship of life into a partnership.”
I didn’t disturb Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
She was speaking her mind, and I was better listen to her.
It made me expert in understanding women psychology better.
“He then does either one of the two things.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said bitterly, “He begins to cheat a little bit, in a quiet, awkward manner, or he begins to nag. In any event, he shows that his wife has become something less than his most prized possession.”
“And then what?” I asked understanding and digesting her mental blueprint, her philosophy of life.
It was useful for me not only in her Sādhnā, but also in my entire Sādhnā of womankind, ‘Sādhuyā’.
“Then,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said curtly, “He gets paid back in exactly his own coin. If a man is wise, he’ll take as much freedom as he feels that he needs. If a wife is wise, she’ll give her husband as much freedom as he needs to keep him happy. Then the home life will be happy. The husband may lie to his wife, he may cheat a little, but he’ll always value her as a prized possession. However, when a husband regards his wife as a ball and chain, she can slam the door of prison very, very tight, lock the door and throw away the key.”
“That’s what you have done?”
“That’s what Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is adamant to do to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, not me.”
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“Durgesh never doubted that it was the very thing we ourselves wanted?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn too smiled cunningly at her Musalmān husband.
“You have yourself watched the entire video in trimension, haven’t you? Decide yourself.”
“He still thinks our movement ‘Al Jihad fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah’ is only what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan thinks it is?”
“Muħammad Kamāluddīn, You yourself have entered numerous affirmations and transmissions in between our videos and spread them everywhere as our porn videos. Haven’t we gotten positive results always?”
“Sure, if it weren’t so, we would have already abandoned this utopian scheme you Musalmān houseladies proposed.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is always right, I told you.” Åāliyah Kamāluddīn said triumphantly enthusiastically, “Our code Mecca Fataħ has worked with Al Ghausiyah Al Imtiyāz and it’s still working with us. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said it starts the time cycle of Mecca Fataħ once we announce it with Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock inside us.”
“Is it too Bījāxar now?” Muħammad Kamāluddīn smiled triumphantly at his extremely beautiful wife.
“There, my dear husband, I’m sure, I can’t help you. I don’t know the Ultimate Science behind it they call Eīshān Vigyān.”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was still lying on her back.
Muħammad Kamāluddīn, her husband was between her legs.
He was eating her dazzling Musalmān Cunt.
Muħammad Kamāluddīn couldn’t deny since Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was fucking Durgesh, her already dazzling Musalmān beauty was becoming more and more dazzling.
He didn’t know his aids was being cured or not.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan advised him to lick his Musalmān houseladies’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts and even their Musalmān ass after Durgesh fucked them.
“The entire Pseudo Musalmān terrorism is immensely against Islam, Muħammad Kamāluddīn.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had put her right palm on his head, “See yourself. Your entire mujāhidīn are now suffering from aids, cancer etc. ever incurable diseases. Only their own Musalmān houseladies can cure them if they fuck Durgesh and let them lick their orgasmic secretions from right their sexual organs.”*
I asked Al Jihad Al Vaqār again,
“What did Al Nādir Al Ghāzī do then?”
“He went down to Mexico and had a talk with a lawyer. The Mexican lawyer advised Al Nādir Al Ghāzī he could establish a residence by some sort of proxy. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī says the Mexican lawyer made it sound pretty good. He got a Mexican divorce and we married afterwards in Mexico. We followed a procedure worked out by the Mexican lawyer. She seemed not only to know her business but also she was the best in this game.”
“What else is it?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār asked me contemptuously, “They have made marriage difficult and Live in Relationship easy. The damn fools are harming the very society they are there to protect.”
I agreed with her.
Since Friedrich Engels had written ‘The Origin of Family Private Property and the State’, the shallow thinkers were crazy to destroy family to destroy Private Property.
They forget that Communism has failed miserably politically everywhere only within Seventy-Two years of its coming into power.
In the ever-erroneous enthusiasm of destroying Private Property, Friedrich Engels had sown the seeds of destruction of family.
Friedrich Engels never understood the unique and irreplaceable function of family in human life.
Friedrich Engels’ theory that the humankind must destroy family to destroy Private Property to get rid of Corruption was only theory when it was proposed in 1884 AD.
It wasn’t practiced until then anywhere.
The people of the entire globe then, were so fed up of corruption dominant then everywhere that they agreed even to destroy the family to get rid of corruption.
However, it was the blunder actually they committed to get rid of their mistake.
They never realized it then and a lot of people don’t realize it even now, after more than a century even.
I asked gravely.
“And then what happened?”
“Well,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is worried about Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. In his opinion, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has suddenly turned bitter.”
“That’s right. The damn fool still doesn’t understand there isn’t anything suddenly as far as Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is concerned. She never loved Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. She was after his money ab initio.”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is one of those self-deceiving men that love to live in dreams ever. They are always afraid of the cold and hard facts if they don’t support their ever utopian dreams.”
“But it’s immensely harmful to them, Durgesh.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār shuddered.
“I agree with you. Yet, most of us mankind are crazy to get feminine appreciation.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled cunningly.
“Are you telling me? We womankind understand it very well and immensely use it to get what we want from mankind.”
“The stupids like Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never understand it. Moreover, if even they realize it ever, they adamantly refuse to accept it. They deliberately deceive themselves that even if it’s right, they are an exception.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was horrified.
“Allah, you understand it too, Durgesh? Now, I think I know why no woman could dominate you ever. You, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, you are the ever greatest psychologist I’ve ever met in my life.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār watched me scrutinizing.
Yet, she continued to say,
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wants a property settlement. She wants things that would completely ruin Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“That’s what Al Nādir Al Ghāzī should have thought of before marrying her.” I said curtly, “The women like Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb have always done the same things to their foolish husband in the entire history. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never took any lesson from history.”
“He thinks the money is everything. He never cared what a woman can do if he can have someone to defeat her with the power of his money.”
“That’s why Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gave Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb his mine in New Mexico and his media empire in Ved Nagar to you?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled.
“What do you think?”
“What do you want from me?”
“The media empire Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has given to me is still not completely transferred to my name legally. The process is taking more time than I’d anticipated.”
“I want you to expedite the process and protect my interests in the meantime.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled at me seductively, “I’m one of your countless Musalmān lady friends that enjoy even the ultimate intimacy with you. Even if I’m not your Live in Relationship partner in your opinion…”
“That doesn’t make any difference. You said I’ve impregnated you,”
“There,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said gravely, “You promised me he’d be my son.”
“I won’t snatch away him from you ever, never worry. I’ve never snatched away any son of mine from his mother whether she lives with me, single, or with her duly married husband. Countless husbands think they have fathered their son from their duly married wives while actually I’ve fathered them. I never broke their illusion.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār put her arms around my neck.
Then she kissed me full on my lips.
“You don’t know what you’ve given to me. I can lick your feet for that proudly forever.”
“Nonsense, we are friends as you say, and friends are equal.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār pushed me back.
I managed to fall on my back safely.
Immensely indebted, Al Jihad Al Vaqār undressed me herself.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has married again. He thinks Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb would never destroy him. I would never destroy him. He never imposed himself on either of us. He’d never be deceived. I hoped his Mexican divorce with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb would be good. I wanted to find out something about it.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār undressed herself too.
“I’ll look into his Mexican divorce. Where is Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s first wife?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār straddled me.
She positioned my Uncut Hindu Cock between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and smiled at me mischievously.
“Want to fuck Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb too?”
“Why not? If she lets me.”
“She is here, in the city somewhere, but where? I don’t know. She telephoned Al Nādir Al Ghāzī from a pay station.”
“Pay station? Not from her mobile even?”
“She isn’t a fool enough to give Al Nādir Al Ghāzī any clue to her address.”
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb has a lawyer?”
“She says she’s going to handle the property settlement by herself.”
“Doesn’t want to pay a lawyer’s fee?” I smiled.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was waiting for me to lift my waist up and enter her.
I myself was enjoying the game of mutual teasing now.
“No,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said having my Uncut Hindu Cock between her labial lips only, not even rubbing it there, “she’s smarter than any two lawyers in the country. Present company excepted, of course. The Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bitch is damned clever. She was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s secretary before he married her. Moreover, believe me, my dear Hindu ‘husband’ of mine, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is one of those extraordinary actually smart women that certainly know their way around when it comes to business—an actually smart woman.”
“I see. By the way, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s present wife—was she down at your office last night?”
“I thought I saw a light up there,” I informed her gravely, “I was looking out of the window.”*
Al Jihad Al Vaqār pushed herself on my rock hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
It entered her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
“I noticed light striking the upper landing of the fire escape. Your office is directly above mine.”
“That’s right.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “However, that isn’t anything unusual. My office is a media empire office. It’s open twenty four hours.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was engrossed in the document.
I advanced to the secretaire.
“I have perused the entire document once again, Durgesh.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī said gravely.
“I’ve too,” I said, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hasn’t actually given his media empire to Al Jihad Al Vaqār. He has actually played a very clever game. He knew he couldn’t do what is required there. He got rid of it.”
“And challenged us in a way to do something to save it for Al Jihad Al Vaqār. He thinks even we can’t do anything.”
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb knows it?”
“I don’t think so. If she had she wouldn’t have playing the game she is playing now.”
“I love challenges, Al Hudā,”
“Are you telling me?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled, “I understand you now more. You never unsucceeded.”
“Until now,” I corrected her.
“Perhaps I have more faith in you than even you do have in yourself. We’ll again succeed, inshā’Allāh. I refuse to accept your correction.”
I hugged her, kissed and circled my arm around her slim waist.
“Thanks for boosting my morale.”
“You never did for yourself. You always did it for us Musalmān womankind. Didn’t you?”
I smiled patiently.
“Don’t get me wrong, Al Hudā. Womankind, yes. Yet, not always for Musalmān womankind only. I had to do it for my Brāhmañ wives too. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never cares to refer it in her speeches and talks. She tactically ignores it, to imply that I love you Musalmān Beauties only exclusively. Yet, it isn’t a fact, to be true exactly.”
“Nevertheless, mostly for us Musalmān Beauties, if not exclusively?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled looking at me anticipating my response in the affirmative.
“My Brāhmañ in laws are not as bad as my Musalmān in laws. The Brāhmañs were never militarized as Yazīd Malåūn and his bandit Mullahs and Maulavīs militarized the entire Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“The Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs are luckier than us. Yet, how is it possible that Brāhmañs were never militarized if Lord Bhagvān Parashu Rām did his famous military campaigns against the Xatriýs, the descendants of the Bachhalyās twenty one times in twenty one Kalps, eras?”
“You are right. Sorry I forgot that.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.
“You accept your mistakes immediately, don’t you?”
“The sooner we accept our mistake the sooner we are improved.”
“I’d try to remember it. I never admit I’m mistaken if I can manage it ever.”
“That’s nothing individual. Most of the humankind do it and delay their progress in evolution.”
I walked toward the elaborately carved French armchair resting next to the Noor Jahān fruitwood game table.
I settled in the armchair.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī watched me admiringly yet with a concern somewhat.
She didn’t try to come to me and sit on my lap as she always did.
“Worrying?” I smiled.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is playing some deep game we don’t even have any suspicion of,”
“I never doubt your competence. Nevertheless, I’m not as optimistic of human beings as you are, Durgesh. Not even Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle is. He too criticizes you ruthlessly when he is filled against you to the brim,”
“I respect him.”
“You both have more faith in each other than in yourselves. The more Imām Muħammad Ħasan uncle criticizes you openly for your ever impractical utopian humanity, the more his faith in you and your immense humanity increases.”
“He is an angel humanified.”
“Allah, you and your appreciation of him. No doubt Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Nafīsah Salmān Kħālājān can’t bear it ever.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī immediately entered in the subject.
“His Abbū was very much cautious when he instructed me to prepare the testament. He wanted you but you were too busy in defending the life of some framed ones that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s Abbū himself couldn’t insist on you any more. He had to compromise on me on your assurance that you promise to guide me always if there come any circumstances that would obstacle the fulfillment of his wishes.”
I didn’t say anything.
She was only forewording what I wanted to discuss with her.
Originally, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was one of my countless Salhajs, the countless Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives of the brothers of my Musalmān Live in Relationship partners.
Like most of them, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī didn’t have any complaints against her husband.
Yet, our companionship of most hours did not let her not to notice the unique attributes I had more than his own husband.
She fought her best not to fall in love with me as the other women did.
Nevertheless, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī couldn’t succeed.
She confided with her husband.
“I have to confess you something, Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad.”
“I think I know,”
“I’m not blind, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.”
“Sorry, Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad. I failed to be your ever faithful wife.”
“I don’t think so,”
“If you were not faithful to me, you could have surrendered to your heart and emotions already before discussing it with me. I don’t blame you.”
“Al Yåqūb Al Saiyad,”
“That’s what I said when we decided to come here.”
“Sorry, I thought Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī were feeling herself lonely and I hadn’t any confidence on Kħadījah Muħammad.”
“Do you want divorce?”
“That’s the problem I want to discuss with you.”
“What do you propose about our daughters? Sorry, even if I prepare myself to separate from you, I am unable to imagine even how I can live without my children.”
“That’s the problem with me too.”
“Our eldest daughter is only ten years old now. The second one seven, the third is five, the fourth is two years only. She needs you very much.”
“They all need me. I can’t do anything irresponsible ever that affects their development adversely. They need both the mother and father for their proper psychological development.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī controlled herself ultimately.
“Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s father, left him the bulk of his estate. He provided a trust for his daughters, granddaughters and his entire Musalmān houseladies related to him in any way. He gave the title to one of his seven hundred eighty six homes in various Islamic and other countries, to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s stepmother, Al Saåādat Al Mujāhid. Of his public holdings, the real estate wonder owned half the stock that he passed to his son, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. Al Saåādat Al Mujāhid, of course, owned the other half always.”
I didn’t say anything.
I let Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī brief me.
I didn’t tell her that I myself had perused the entire document carefully before starting to discuss it with her.
I wanted to listen to her own version of the gist of the testament.
The second opinion always eliminated most of the possibilities of the individual mistakes.
That’s why the Democracy is always preferred on Autocracy.
No dictatorship ever as succeeded in the entire history of humankind as Democracy.
That’s why India has such a long history successfully while the other cultures have kept to rise and collapse in their due course.
India is famous for its Gañs, democratic states, Panchāyats.
The Rudrgañ even in the ancient times.
Islam, the last version of Vedic Monotheist Hinduism, is also famous for its Saħābiyāt, Saħābah and the fact that Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam never announced his replacement in the administration.
The Ummat-e-Muslimah decided her leader, Siddīq-e-Åāzam razī Allāhu Tålā ånahu.
“The other seven hundred eighty five homes went to Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s sisters, daughters and his other Musalmān houseladies. There were some token bequests. Mainly, minor shares in the TV channels, magazines and syndicate—to some of the old timers who have been in his employ for years. A dozen bequests to various distant relatives.”
“Yet, the rest to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” I smiled, “The ranches—”
“Just about everything is Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s. The mines in Ved Nagar, Utah and Nevada. Oil wells in Rajasthan India, in Oklahoma and Texas. The chain of markets in Ved Nagar. The Ved Nagar real estate. The Ved Nagar merchant ships. The art works, except for a few he left to the Ved Nagar Museum.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī chuckled mischievously.
“Why the chuckle?” I myself smiled impishly.
“Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled naughtily, “Even Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, the Real Estate Wonder, could not mention her in his will.”
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The green fabric of her shorts ripped at the seams as I pulled them down her thighs and past her knees to her ankles.
One more tug and they came apart in my hand like a prize.
A realization struck her, that this would not be either subtle or sexy.
Her husband’s friend, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, intended to rape her.
Yes, she herself started it.
She herself is doing it regularly, but…
“Durgesh, please stop. Don’t do this to me, Durgesh. I’ll do anything you want.”
She couldn’t see that this was exactly what I wanted, and her fighting only made it better.
She struggled and squirmed, her face flushed and her breathing became erratic.
I wanted her shirt off and needed to release her hands for a Moment.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn took that opportunity to scratch at my crazed eyes and pull at my hair.
She fought as if the devil possessed her.*
I smiled at Al Jihad Al Vaqār,
“Did it turn out good?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār said,
“I think it was all right. Yet, the point is Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb went out to New Mexico to take care of her newly obtained mine, stayed at the mine for a while, then wrote Al Nādir Al Ghāzī she was going to Nevada to get a divorce. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was careless enough not to have any firsthand knowledge of her whereabouts. Then after a while, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī heard from Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb in a more or less roundabout way that she had a divorce.”
“A letter from Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled sardonically,
“Not from her. From one of their mutual friend.”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has saved that letter?”
“That’s the problem. The damn fool never thought it was necessary.”
“Did Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb get a divorce in Reno?”
“I see. I won’t ask you why he acted so childish. He is a damn fool that never cared for his mines in New Mexico, neither he equally cared for the Media Empire he gave to you. Tell me the rest of it.”
“Well, he met me. I deliberately presented myself to him in such a way that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s face lit up with a fatuous smile. It seemed as if turning back the hands of clock for him. As if I had everything that he’d expected in Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb when he first married her. He even acknowledged to me he couldn’t believe his good fortune.”
“I know. You are a gem! You are a dream! Nevertheless, now let’s get on with it.”
“Well, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hadn’t bothered about records before but after he met me, he wanted to be sure he was free. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wrote to Reno and tried to find records of his wife’s divorce. There weren’t any.”*
I wasn’t large, yet at my fifty-five years old then, I was far stronger and furiously determined.
“It’s go-time!” I said furiously, “You are doing this to me every night. That is never wrong for you. But once I start it myself…”
I had envisioned slowly undressing her and gently kissing every sexy inch of my prize but a new plan was called for.
She continued to beat on me with open palms and tried to drive her knees between my legs.
She did not intend to give in.
She would not lift her butt or surrender her dignity but the energy was quickly draining from her.
I reached behind Åāliyah Kamāluddīn and took her undies in my hand.
One firm tug and they shredded, only one pink cotton strand clung by the elastic around her left thigh.
The tearing sound froze her and when she saw the frayed panties and her exposed pubic hair, the resolve began to ebb.
This gave me the last advantage I would need.
I flipped her onto her stomach and climbed astride her upper thighs.
Her arms were now pinned under her body and her legs were in no position to kick anymore.
The idea that the flailing, captive vixen at my mercy was my friend’s lovely wife that fucked me herself astride on me, for her own husband that sold those videos of his own Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife with me, engorged my Uncut Hindu Cock to the bursting point.
I could hammer nails with my Hindu stiffness.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was fully inflamed and my proud and confident smile was ear-to-ear.
I took pleasure in grasping her collar and ripping the lightweight blouse completely off her back.
The pink bra was unsnapped deftly, in a maneuver practiced often with her laundry.
With her shirt in tatters, it seemed her overpowering was complete.
Her back was bare, warm and moist, with long red streaks a reminder of the struggle.
The remnants of her shirtsleeves still covering her upper arms, the bra lay useless as her breasts were smashed into the cushions.
Only the sides of her well-rounded Musalmān boobs could be seen, flattened underneath her.
I tugged off my own sweats and she barely moved.
As she slowly formed the image of her husband’s ever dominant Hindu friend sitting on her beautiful naked Musalmān body, strumming my fingers down her back and making lewd, disgusting comments on her exquisite Musalmān torso, she lost all will to continue.
Oddly, a feeling overtook her.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn could feel a tingle deep inside as I slobbered kisses down her spine.
She noticed an unmistakable wave building in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān loins as I reached under her to squeeze her tits.
And her heartbeat picked-up once more when she felt my handsome Hindu hands cup the cheeks of her rear-end, then suddenly I cracked my hand across her beautiful Musalmān butt and the shriek she let out was as much pleasure as shock.
One more sex provoking delicious Hindu slap on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī chubby perfect round firm ardent Musalmān ass and my palm rubbing her beautiful Musalmān mounds made the seduction total.
At this, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn turned her head to reveal a tear-streaked cheek.
She herself fucked me daily for her pimp husband and enjoyed it very much, but when I was trying to fuck her for myself, she was acting as if I was raping an immensely shauharparast, immensely loyal Musalmān wife.
Her dark hair, now sweaty, was lying damp across her forehead, neck and back.
Her beautiful Musalmān body was warm and wet from the exertion and her insides were warm from a foreboding of what was to come.
She feebly whispered,
“Why Durgesh, why me? What are you going to do?”
I was exhausted, but these questions only re-sparked my passion.
The struggle done, I took a Moment to survey my conquest.
My wimp and pimp Pseudo Musalmān friend’s beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, lay entirely at my command.
Pleading, sweating, and enticingly available to my desires.
My Uncut Hindu Cock swelled to amazing proportions.
One more slap to her moist Musalmān ass and I let out a merciless, yet still sophisticated triumphant smile.
“Durgesh, please?” She futilely gave it one more shot. “What are you doing?”
She was utterly under my control and her emotions seemed comforted and content with that.
Now was the time for me to announce my intentions.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, I guess I can call you Åāliyah Kamāluddīn since I’m running my fingers along your pussy lips.”
At this, she trembled and was about to speak but I cut her off.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, I’m gonna fuck you tonight, a lot. In fact, I’m gonna fuck you every day and night from now on. No problem. Isn’t it? Because that’s what you yourself were doing daily with me. Weren’t you?”
The shock of those words sent a shiver straight through her, but also aroused a very awkward sensation inside her.
How could her body betray her like this?
Did she want to be raped?
Was it rape if somehow it excited her so much?
“Durgesh, I, I don’t know about this.”
“You’ll do well to listen and obey. What you were doing clandestinely for your bloody Pseudo Musalmān husband, must come out now in the open. You have fucked me until now too much, now it’s my turn to fuck you from now on.”
With one more slap on her reddening backside, the party was about to begin.
My alter-ego was born, and for me, that meant “sex-master.”
I grabbed a big handful of her thick, black locks, and jammed an elbow into the small of her back to arch it, for my approach.
With no further talk or fuss, my huge Uncut Hindu Cock started pushing at the lips of her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
It was now all too real.
She thought maybe she could keep her legs together or squeeze her hips, but again, the fighting just energized me.
Thrusting hard, I was able to wedge my Uncut Hindu Cock into her tight extremely attractive enormously inviting Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy and then the devastation was complete.
I was pleasantly thrilled to find her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy slick and gripping my Hindu meat like a fist wrapped around it.
She was amazed at the same sensation and found herself working to push back on my Uncut Hindu Cock in rhythm with me.
“Durgesh no, this is wrong. This is forbidden in Islam, Durgesh.”
She felt as if she said that to deceive herself because she was obviously starting to enjoy the feeling and realize that her entire life had been as a submissive, so why not her sex-life, too.
She squeaked once more,
“Stop, Durgesh, stop.”
Nevertheless, she hardly believed herself.
I was in total control and we both wanted it that way.
“I’m gonna fuck you good, you little Musalmān bitch. So take my Uncut Hindu Cock in your hot, horny ardent Musalmān twat and make me feel good.”
“Durgesh, please. I’m not a bitch. I’m your friend’s wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, your Bhābhījān,n,.” The words excited her all the more.
“You’re my bitch, now! My fuck-toy to play with whenever I want.
The rage was controlled and voice stayed calm and commanding.
I slid a cushion under her belly so that her sweet inviting cheeks were propped-up, as if on a serving-platter.
And the pounding started in earnest.
“Take that Uncut Hindu Cock, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn. How does that feel in your little extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy?” My lust was running wild and there was no one to stop me.
And though I didn’t see it, her fantasies were coming to the force also.
I noticed she was still bucking hard but not trying to throw me off.
I could sense the change coming over her.
Now she herself wanted me to rape her.
Let the new video tell everyone it wasn’t one side activity.
I reached under her to cup each breast and tugged greedily at them, rolling tI nipples in my fingers and pinching them hard.
With a few more long Hindu thrusts in her hot Musalmān twat, I pulled her hair again so that I could see her big brown eyes.
“You love this, don’t you bitch?”
“I’m not a bitch.”
“You love it. And you love my thick Uncut Hindu Cock. Huh, bitch. Say it, tell me you’re my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bitch and you love my Uncut Hindu Cock into your ravenous Musalmān Cunt because your wimp Musalmān husband could never satisfy you as you needed tremendously.”
She saw now she was losing hopelessly, helplessly.
The excitement was real.
Her own female Musalmān lust was roiling up to the surface and she could feel an orgasm welling-up.
Not just an orgasm but an ORGASM.
“All right!, Durgesh, I love your Uncut Hindu Cock into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, is that enough?”
One more firm smack on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī chubby perfect round firm ardent Musalmān ass told her it wasn’t.
“Answer me correctly, bitch!” My Hindu thrusts increased in power with each syllable.
Her will was worn down.
Her immensely beautiful Musalmān body slumped in total defeat.
And she felt one more crack across her bottom.
“Not fast enough!”
“Yes Durgesh, I love your Uncut Hindu Cock,” she moaned in a breathy, throaty voice. “Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Bhābhījān bitch loves your unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock into her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.”
This soothed my tantrum for the Moment but did not stop the plunder.
I banged her harder, thrusting my rock-solid Hindu member between her inner Musalmān lips and strove to sink it deep in her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy.
Furiously I pounded, tugging on her tits as if they would come off, yanking her black mane croaking in her ear.
“You’re my whore now, and I will use your sweet extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy all day and night long. Take my Uncut Hindu Cock, bitch. I feel you shaking, I hear you moaning and your extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy is soaking my Uncut Hindu Cock. You need to be fucked by me and I’m going to fuck you, good.”
The tension was building in us both.
The climax was imminent.
“Durgesh,” using my nickname for the first time, ever. Please don’t cum into me.”
She didn’t say don’t cum.
And her mind wondered at that.
And it didn’t really matter as she had her tubes tied years ago.
So why say it?
She knew why, and now she knew she had to say it.
“Durgesh, I want to taste you. I want to taste your Hindu cum and feel your Hindu warmth in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth. I’m begging you, Durgesh. Cum in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.”
Her world turned upside down, literally.
In two seconds, her gaping extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy was empty and I had hold of her ears.
My enormous Hindu rod was pressing between her soft pink Musalmān lips and she could taste her own vaginal Musalmān juices on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Her hips heaved and shook so violently that she could not keep my Hindu meat in her mouth.
I entered into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt again and shot streams of my Hindu cum in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān depths endlessly.
Long, sticky rivulets of my Hindu cum oozed ultimately from her Musalmān Cunt, overflowing.
For the first time, she laughed, as she felt the warm liquid inside her.
She scooped some of the mess off with her fingers herself.
She even surprised me by taking her fingers in her mouth and lewdly licking each one dry.
She the scooped more of it herself and swallowed that, too.
“I told you I wanted to taste you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā!” She smiled at me gratefully now, sweetly.
When she lowered her head and cupped her boobs in her hand, I was floored.
Her pink tongue lasciviously darted out to her nipples and cleaned-up all the semen she could reach that fell there when I took my Uncut Hindu Penis from her mouth and entered her Musalmān Cunt again.
My Uncut Hindu Cock sprang instantly to attention, once more and Åāliyah Kamāluddīn laid back with her long legs invitingly open.
“C’mon, now. Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Bhābhījān bitch is ready for action. Fuck me now, fuck me tonight and every day from now on.” She understood her world, now and things were about to change.*
I wasn’t surprised.
“No record?” I asked Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
“No record.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said.
“Well,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said contemptuously, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had acted on the assumption, of course, that there had been a divorce in Reno, particularly after receiving that letter from their mutual friend about Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb’s divorce.”
“What did Al Nādir Al Ghāzī do?”
“He says he had naturally acted on the assumption that he was a free man and…”
“What did he do?” I repeated my question curtly.
“He says he had gone pretty damn far by the time he found out that there was some question about his Reno divorce. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī still thought that there was a divorce, all right, but that the records were missing or something.”
“Idiot, never confirmed whether there was any divorce actually or even nothing like that?”
“He was so obsessed with you?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled cunningly.
“What do you think? I am not that much beautiful?”*
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was recovering on the couch.
She must have passed-out for a short while or had just awaken from a terrible nightmare.
No such luck.
As her eyes focused, she saw her husband’s friend Durgesh, kneeling onto her, between her legs.
Alternately, I was rubbing her trimmed bush and sliding my long, bony Uncut Hindu Cock into her sore, wet extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn worked to analyze what and why this all took place.
Her husband’s friend was laughing triumphantly sweetly, yet calling her my “cum-slave” and “fuck-toy.”
Her butt was sore from the spankings I had administered and there was an unmistakable taste of my Hindu cum in her Musalmān throat.
Even my Hindu semen was drying on her smooth Musalmān thighs.
Durgesh, her husband’s fifty five year old enormously handsome Hindu friend, was naked.
My breathing hard and my dark hair disheveled.
My skin was flushed and sweaty, but it was my Uncut Hindu Cock that caught her attention.
Standing straight-out 8-9 inches and impossibly thick she had the curious impression that she could not have ever taken such a monster in either her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt or her mouth.
In her fantasies, it was always a huge Uncut Hindu Cock she craved.
And in her night-stand she kept a big rubber dildo that she rubbed against both sets of lips.
Her husband was over ethical.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn never had another option.
She herself never liked it.
Yet, what the hell else could Åāliyah Kamāluddīn do?
But now, the very real, very enormous Uncut Hindu Cock belonging to her Musalmān husband’s Anant Muslimātchod Hindu friend, was eliciting emotions in her body that should not be there.
She tried to recreate in her mind, what exactly had happened.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had been playfully spanked by her Musalmān husband too, but never had her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī chubby perfect round firm ardent Musalmān ass been smacked so hard and so often that she needed to keep the pressure on her hips instead of her butt.
And though she had pleased her husband sometimes with her mouth too, no one had ever been allowed to finish inside her.
But, now Durgesh was fucking her and calling her names that she had never imagined.
And for some bewildering reason, fluids were running down her thighs, her nipples stood erect to the touch, aching to be squeezed, and each nasty name set off sparks in her mind.
“Can this really be my husband’s ‘friend’?”
“Good, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, You’re awake”, I started.
No longer bothering to call her “Åāliyah Kamāluddīn Bhābhījān.”
“I think you came so hard the last time, that you passed-out. Now that you understand the new rules, let’s start lesson #2.”
I stroked my thick Hindu meat as if it was a trophy and slapped it sharply against her beautiful Musalmān chin and cheeks.
My mind now flush with power and excitement.
“What lesson, what rules?…please Durgesh?” She slithered towards the back of the couch but this served no purpose.
I grabbed a handful of her jet-black hair in my strong hand and twisted her head back so that Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was staring up at me as I hovered over her.
“Lesson #2 bitch, suck my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls and beg me to give you my Hindu seed.”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn nearly swooned.
She attempted to clamp her teeth shut and close her moist dark eyes.
One swift slap across her cheek ended that brief show of resistance.
“Do you need more discipline or are you ready to proceed?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn saw clearly now that her life has been one continuous stream of orders given and meek submission; her husband, her boss and now suddenly, her husband’s friend.
Men used her body literally or figuratively.
This time though, things seemed a bit different.
Her body and soul had been empty for so long, and she had only been going through the motions.
It felt good to have a man issue orders to her, again.
However, the Hindu angel of her subconscious nagged at her, still.
“This is forbidden in Islam,” she struggled with the thought. “My husband’s Hindu friend fucked me, and now wants me… no, demands, that I suck his swollen Uncut Hindu Cock and beg for the pleasure of it.”
She sensed me gripping her ears and positioning my fleshy beast at her lips.
Her surrender was now total.
The wave of anticipation building in her was like a volcano.
My bulging Uncut Hindu Penis slid roughly into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was amazed at the sensation she experienced here and between her legs.
I started gently but it was not long until the pumping increased and I grasped her shoulders to gain leverage.
“Open wider, I’m gonna fuck your beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth like a whore and give you a load of my Hindu sweetness.”
She knew I expected her to swallow, but she couldn’t.
The gagging and choking forced my Uncut Hindu Cock out and in my wrath, I directed a long stream of jism into her lovely Musalmān Cunt again. The salty ropes of my Hindu cum sprayed into her Musalmān Cunt and splashed into her immense Musalmān depths.
Thick gobs of milky Hindu semen slowly oozed out her Musalmān Cunt overflowing from it ultimately, and clung in long strands from her thighs.
I milked my tool and squirted still more cum into Åāliyah Kamāluddīn‘s Musalmān Cunt.
When my Uncut Hindu Cock grew soft, I smiled triumphantly,
“Now clean me off and suck me ’till I’m hard again. Put a nice shine on it, I want you to keep my Uncut Hindu Cock hard and warm.”
Once more, My long, thick Hindu member snaked its way down her throat.
‘Why am I so excited? How can I be so thrilled to be forcibly raped by my own husband’s Hindu friend? I’ve had fantasies of being held down, and in dreams I’ve been called whore and bitch…but forbidden and rape should not get me so wet!’
My Uncut Hindu Cock grew amazingly large again, the bulbous head and straining veins looked unreal as it plunged into her like a piston, her saliva smoothing and greasing its path.
She took a deep breath and resigned herself to her fate.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn wrapped her hand around my enormous Uncut Hindu Cock and worked her fingers up the length of my shaft.
My Uncut Hindu Cock glistened with her spit and her long fingers, the pink nails shiny from cum, worked furiously to pump more semen from the tip.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, tell me what you want, and do it correctly.”
With a deep sigh and in a little-girl voice, she replied,
“Please Durgesh, fill me up, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Bhābhījān bitch wants you to fuck her and let her pleasure you in any way you choose.”
It was impossible to tell who was getting the most excited but certainly Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was near orgasm and she was in dreamland.
I yanked her from the couch and on to her knees.
“Show me what you’ve learned, you horny slut.”
With just the slightest hesitation, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn stroked my blood engorged tool, the purple knob throbbing.
She greedily sucked it into her mouth and slurped it hungrily down.
She loved the rough Hindu skin sliding in and out.
She loved the sensation of this huge Uncut Hindu prick pounding the back of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān throat.
And she loved that she could give a man, even this particular man, her husband’s friend, such an amazing feeling.
A switch was thrown.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was now a sub.
Secure in that knowledge, she let her husband’s friend’s Uncut Hindu Cock pop out of her lewd Musalmān mouth.
Her pink lipstick was smeared all over her face.
Cum was drying on her thighs.
The image drove her passion, she felt invigorated and wanted this feeling to go on forever.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was still pumping my big Uncut Hindu Cock in her petite hands.
She rose to her feet and led me by my Uncut Hindu Cock to the side of the sofa.
She leaned over the armrest and placed one hand between her legs.
She slowly played with her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy lips and slipped my Uncut Hindu Cock herself into her warm Musalmān gash.
Her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy made a sound both erotic and nasty.
My Uncut Hindu Cock made a sloppy noise and she guided my stiff pecker with her free hand.
As it pressed against her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt again, we both felt the head enter with very little effort.
“Please Durgesh, fuck my tight little Musalmān twat, and make me your bitch. I need to be fucked and I want you to treat me, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Bhābhījān, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, like the dirty little whore that I am.”
I explored deep inside her steaming extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy.
As I squirted another blast against her inner Musalmān walls, I emitted a deep groan and shuttered mightily.
She shook so hard that she needed to hold the couch for support, her legs buckling beneath her.
Our ashvinātam orgasms together were drowned-out by our combined ashvinātam moans.
I wrapped my long arms around her waist and reached up to grab her heavy, swaying Musalmān breasts.
I continued to pump her hot Musalmān snatch and she thrust her meaty Musalmān backside in rhythm with my constant Hindu pounding.
Both of us were sweating and gasping for air as we collapsed onto the thick oriental carpet.
I lay spread-eagled on the floor and Åāliyah Kamāluddīn lay on me, her face downwards, having my Uncut Hindu Cock still buried deepest into her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn herself started to fuck me now straddling me, shamelessly.
Well, it wasn’t anything new however.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had already fucked me thus for a long time.
Only Durgesh wasn’t awake then.
Or, was Durgesh awake then too?
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn smiled triumphantly.
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I looked at Imāmzādi Ħumayrah Qāzī.
“I know she is right. The humankind dreams, enjoys to dream and never wants to come out of dreams. But it doesn’t mean someone should take its advantage. Neither it’s a tragedy at all.”
“I see,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “so, my ever over moral Hindu husband is angry because one of his infinite Musalmān wives is taking advantage of some eternal fact. If you are right, why isn’t it a tragedy?”
“Because originally every eternal law in the system is there for ‘Janébhyah’, for the people. You are taking advantage of it for yourself and your Young lady Musalmān Brigade.”
“You are quite mistaken, Param Purush.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said curtly, “Neither my Young lady Musalmān Brigade nor myself do maintain our Sharīr Yantrs, our Body Machines only for our own satisfaction. We do affirmations and transmissions using them. That’s how we converted Saåūdī Årabia into Modern Democratic Årabia and ended anti Hindu rule from India forever. If it isn’t ‘Janébhyah’, for the people, why the hell did you yourself participate in it, and still do?”*
Al Jihad Al Vaqār ostentatiously, flashily, consulted her wristwatch as she entered my office.
“Thought you would never get here, Durgesh.” she said, “Been waiting twenty minutes. Damn it. I don’t like waiting for anyone, not for my de facto husband especially.”
“So it seems,” I said dryly.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled.
“Well, I’m not one of your sex therapy clients, I mean. I’m one of your commandos actually that assist you in fighting against ever insane pseudo Muslim terrorism.”
“You wanted to tell me some things about Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” I reminded her coldly.
“Your Musalmān stepson isn’t only a terrorist, he is a bigamous criminal as well. He was already married to four beautiful Musalmān wives, when he married me.”
“Oh, come on, Al Jihad Al Vaqār. You are not actually his wife. You are a commando actually to get evidences against Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“But he already has four wives. How the hell under Muslim Personal Law could he marry me? Isn’t his marriage with me void ab initio?”
“Is your marriage with him important?”
“I’m running his business as his wife. If I’m not his wife legally, I can’t inherit his business as well. Isn’t it important?”
“This media empire I control is not mine any more, if my marriage with him is void ab initio.”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī can never take the possession of his media empire now, don’t worry.”
“There are complications now.”
“Okay, go ahead. Tell me everything.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār said gravely.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī married a girl named Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb ten years ago. She was a mighty sweet girl then.”
I looked at Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
She hated terrorism, crimes and the anti-human activities of Pseudo Musalmīn right ab initio.
The Pseudo Musalmīn charged Al Jihad Al Vaqār that she was never loyal to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār pretended to love him because she wanted to acquire the hold on the media empire Al Nādir Al Ghāzī owned.
Now she was the owner because I was with her, not because she had any talent herself.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār laughed at the charges.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was completely hypnotized then with Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb’s extraordinary magical Musalmān beauty. Hypnotism is the actually exactly right word for it, Durgesh. Don’t make any mistake about that. As it turned out, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb herself hated terrorism and crimes as much as I do. Besides, she was a cold, clever, scheming—well, even I hate to use the word that comes in my mind in front of you.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār looked at me gravely.
“Al Jihad Al Vaqār, love brings out the best in people. That’s why the utmost ancient book on humanity, Ved, has based the system of life, it proposes, on love. That’s why it wants to spread love everywhere through its Family Movement. When love leaves, it frequently happens the best is gone. I would never blame Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. She did what she did because she loved humanity more than she loved my ever scheming stepson, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hates you very much.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “He says you deliberately pick up the horniest Musalmān houseladies who are unsatisfied with their ever righteous Musalmān husbands. You fulfill their slutty wishes and—”
“I know. Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn claim it’s the fact. And that’s why they keep losing their ever needy Musalmān womankind to me or other capable Hindus. They blame us Hindus for it. If they had ever tried to find out the fault with in themselves, they would have stopped the wooing of Musalmān Beauties me or other capable Hindus already much before.”
“The Pseudo Musalmīn don’t want to believe anyone else that’s not himself a Pseudo Musalmān.”
“And that’s why the Pseudo Musalmīn are the losers ever.” I smiled curtly.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled forlornly.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī says Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is a holy terror.”
“In what way?” I asked.
“In every way,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “She is—well, she’s a wildcat. You know, that old saying about ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned’.”
“Sure, even Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī created almost everlasting Brāhm Kalp that has mostly Brāhmañ Muslimāt Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī couples.”
“Nothing, how long has Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb separated from Al Nādir Al Ghāzī?”
“Don’t you know?”
“Not exactly. It wasn’t as serious a matter then, as it is now.”
“I don’t think the separation had so much to do with it.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “It was when Al Nādir Al Ghāzī married me. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb couldn’t bear it. She became absolutely insane with rage.”
I watched Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
She was a beautiful Musalmān redhead, with the bluest of blue smart Musalmān eyes.
I could look right down in the depths.
The fair delicate Musalmān skin that goes with a redhead of that type.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was beautiful.
She was a gem.
Not only physically, but morally as well.
It wasn’t any miracle however.
Pseudo Islam never succeeded in Musalmān womankind to the extent it succeeded in Musalmān mankind.
Yazīd Malåūn needed warriors more than the womankind.
His movement wasn’t a moral movement as the original Islam was.
It was actually now a military movement to spread his Imperialism.
It used Islam, it didn’t follow Islam actually.
On the contrary, the Islam had to follow Yazīd Malåūn and his bandits.
I looked into her beautiful eyes.
“Do you have a woman in your employ about twenty eight or twenty nine, with a good figure, trim, slim waisted, long legged, high breasted, blonde hair, gray eyes…”
“In my employ?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled ironically, “Allah, Durgesh, you make her sound like a Hollywood movie actress.”
“She’s good looking,” I admitted.
“Don’t know anyone,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār shook her head.
“Know anyone by the name of Al Qāsim?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār thought.
“Yes,” she said, “I had a business deal at one time with a man by the name of Al Qāsim, some sort of a mining deal. I can’t remember much of it. As a successful businesswoman now, I have a lot of things on my mind. The way you talk about her, a man could have helped you more in the matter. A woman isn’t interested in a woman in the way a man is interested in her. However, I wanted to talk to you about my ex co wife, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār said,
“Well, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī separated. Now, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī says there is something strange about that separation. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hadn’t been getting along too well.”
“Because they were never serious about getting along too well.” I smiled.
“Pseudo Islam, Pseudo Christianity, Pseudo Judaism, every religion, every ideology has its pseudo version now.”
“What do you want to say?”
“Actually, every person is not living his/her natural scientific life, neither s/he wants to.”
“I’m unable to follow you.”
“The scientific reason behind these separations and divorces is that man is actually a polygamist animal.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār laughed.
“Glad to hear it from you, a man himself. The womankind is monogamous in this matter.”
“That’s right. Actually, it needs five elements to run a family successfully.”
“Indeed?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled mockingly, “And what the hell are those bloody five elements?”
“The first one is a suitable system of life based on cold and hard eternal scientific facts, Sirātalmustaqīm, Panthā R’tasý.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār laughed.
“Are you explaining me Al Qur’an Al Karīm? Are you a Maulānā? A muballigh-e-Islam? Sirātalmustaqīm? Allah, I can’t believe it. A Hindu is preaching Islam to a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān young woman.”*
“I didn’t find any Āyat in Al Qur’an Al Karīm that prohibits an Ahal-e-Al Kitāb to explain the Tafsīlal Kitābi. The problem with you so called Musalmīn is that you neither know nor have the courage enough to believe that we Hindus are actually the Everfirst Musalmīn. And therefore we Hindus have every right to read, study, peruse Al Qur’an Al Karīm and preach it according to Al Kitāb. Al Qur’an Al Karīm says we get double ujr for it, double reward for it, than you Musalmīn get. Aqāmat-e-Dīn, Aqāmat-e-Ħukūmat-e-Ilāhī, is not you so called Musalmīn’s exclusive territory. ”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār gritted her teeth.
It was no use to debate with Durgesh on it.
She knew very well that she couldn’t prove me wrong.
Countless Musalmīn didn’t agree with me.
Yet, none of them could prove me wrong according to Al Qur’an Al Karīm and Aħādīs-e-muqaddasāt.
The worst thing was they couldn’t prove wrong even Dr. Ålī Sina and his Co Authors.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār changed the subject.
It was a better course to follow for everyone that couldn’t win a debate.
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hadn’t been getting along too well and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had been turning to other interests. He was staying at the club a lot, playing a little poker, going out with his friends. But Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was not sitting home, pining her life away. They had just reached the point where they’d started to grow apart.”
“Neither of them wanted to save the marriage.” I commented.
“That’s right. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had found out that Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was smarter than he himself was. He wasn’t agree to play the second fiddle. I think even Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb had also found out about Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s Pseudo Musalmān terrorist, criminal and criminal minded Pseudo Musalmān activities. She played smart not to fight on it with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
I digested the information.
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was really smart.
“They both had realized their marriage was a great mistake. They were not made for each other.”
“That’s the problem with marrying in a community.”
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb would perhaps never married Al Nādir Al Ghāzī if Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wasn’t a Musalmān and Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb’s parents never insisted to marry their daughter with a Musalmān only.”
“Wasn’t it natural?”
I looked at her gravely.
“Sure, but where the parents of Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb failed was to believe that everything that shines is bound to be gold.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār watched me appreciatively.
“Countless Musalmīn marry their daughters, their sisters today with ostensible Musalmīn without confirming whether he is really a Musalmān or not. They forget Allah has warned them, ‘Wa lā tunkiħū almusharikīn ħattā yu’minū’. Ħattā yu’minū is the important part here that prohibits a Musalmān to marry his/her daughter/sister with an ostensible Musalmān. It requires the confirmation of the Īmān of the bridegroom as Ved orders ‘Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt’.”
“Allah, are you again preaching me Islam, Maulānā Durgesh?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār shouted at me angrily.*
“You Musalmīn are furious that someone that isn’t a Muslim reminds you what Islam really is. It exposes you ostensible Musalmīn. Doesn’t it?”
“Try to be a true Musalmān sometimes, if not always.”
She watched me angrily.
“Al Qur’an Al Karīm says, ‘Lā ikrāh fiddīni’ ‘No compulsion in religion’ too. Perhaps in your enthusiasm to preach me Islam, you are forgetting it.”
“Certainly not. You are still free to have your own opinion whatsoever you want to. Dr. Ålī Sina and his Co Authors have influenced a large number of you Musalmīn too, I understand.”
She deliberately ignored my remark.
It was she that needed me now, not I that needed Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
“Anyway,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār tried once again to resume the subject, “When the separation came, neither Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb nor Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had any hard feelings for each other. They both were so fed up of each other they both wanted to get rid of another one. No tears shed. No complaints even. It was just a plain business matter. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gave Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb a mine in New Mexico that looked pretty good. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb wanted to have Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s Media Empire that I’m running now. Nevertheless, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī made her to compromise on the mine.”
“Any formal property settlement drawn up?” I asked.
“That’s where Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb defeated Al Nādir Al Ghāzī cleverly successfully. He made a blunder there. He didn’t have it formal, but Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb had always been pretty square that way.”
“I see,” I smiled sarcastically.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār ignored my reaction.
“Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī both talked things over. He gave her this mine in New Mexico and they were going to see how it turned out.”
I didn’t say anything.
I only listened to her without making any comment whatsoever.
“If it turned out all right, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was going to take that as a complete property settlement. If it didn’t turn out so good, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī told her they’d make some sort of an adjustment.”
“It means Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was more eager to get rid of her than Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was. He never hid his such a blunt eagerness to get rid of her. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb noticed it and carefully took every advantage she could.”
“I agree with you.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “Most of the filthy rich men never care for such matters gravely even. They take it extremely carelessly. They never marry gravely actually. They purchase a beautiful plaything for them, instead of having a wife actually. They are always ready to pay for it. That’s what they think they have money for. Even when you fuck their beautiful wives they actually laugh at you that you are a damn fool mostly interested in the used Beauties.”
I smiled triumphantly.
“Their point of view and mine towards life is entirely different, Al Jihad Al Vaqār.”
“They pay money for everything, I pay love for everything.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was startled.
“You can see yourself who the real damn fool is. I get love for love, sincerity, honesty, loyalty and the immense indebtedness from the Beauties they get rid of, thus. I keep my money too with me. They never get anything true from their wives even when they are their wives and they lose their money too. Moreover, I never see them as used Beauties. I see them as my fellow human beings that need something I can do for them. I never lose anything in doing that something for them. Instead, I myself enjoy them too much if they enjoy me. It’s the principle that you do everything for me that you can, and in return, I would do everything for you that I can. What the hell have I to lose in this lifestyle?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār was watching me dumbfounded.
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