Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 21

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Chapter 21

Durgesh Al Jihad Al Vaqār

Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās

Al Jihad Al Vaqār glanced about the spacious office once more.

Was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī shrewd enough to play all these games?

Was it possible he deliberately gave her his media empire?

His father, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, had put a restrictive clause in his will about his flagship paper, The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.

His younger sister, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s aunt, Doctor Al Saåīdah Al Qamar, was herself interested in purchasing The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had requested his father to have The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah even if he gave his three fourth estate to his elder sister, Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī.

His father, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, allowed him to have it for a trial year.

In that trial year, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had to prove his competence on his aunt, Doctor Al Saåīdah Al Qamar.

He had to exceed the circulation of Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Times at least once only at some point during that trial year.

Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s flagship paper, The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s permanently if he could do the miracle; otherwise, it had to be sold to Doctor Al Saåīdah Al Qamar.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gave the paper to Al Jihad Al Vaqār as a settlement.

Now, his former wife, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was claiming it was her property.

Allah, would Durgesh give Al Jihad Al Vaqār what Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb also wanted to have?

Al Jihad Al Vaqār sighed.

It depended on what particles, what base pairs, Durgesh needed more for the new Infinite BrāhmKalp.

In Delhi, Aap had gotten a landslide victory even on BJP.

INC was finished there altogether.

It couldn’t get even a single seat in 2015 Assembly Elections.

What did it mean?

The Anti- Hindu forces were winning again?

Certainly not.

Was it the beginning of a Counter Revolution?

Against the ever first Psychological Revolution in the entire history of humankind?

It might be.

The Original ever first Psychological Revolution started with the demand of Midterm 2012.

It took two years to build up the required reality and to bring it up to the reality then.

It was a painstaking nonstop continuous Kratu of entire Young Musalmān Lady Brigade of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and HVSI that made the impossible possible.

And now the Counter Revolution?

Well, it isn’t so easy.

If they think they can do it so easily, they were living in fools’ paradise.

Let them.

We need only Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān vaginal rheostats and a Stavak Bar Magnet to meet it.

The most we need are anal rheostats to destroy the anti human desires.

They are also there.

The Young Musalmān Lady Brigade of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is always ready for every worst possibility even.

What the hell else for Modern Democratic Årabia is established by the Seven Movements, the Young Musalmān Lady Brigade of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, and by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself?

Al Jihad Al Vaqār directed her sight toward her desk calendar.

She was ready to get going.

Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s will had made Al Jihad Al Vaqār extremely sensitive to the passage of time.

She had only one trial year.

Nevertheless, both the Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, and Durgesh were with her.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār reached for her ivory colored computer telephone, pressed the ICM button and then the intercom code for Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān’s private telephone.*

Al Jihad Al Vaqār said to Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān.

Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān, I’m ready for the meeting. Bring Ghausiyah Imtiyāz with you.”

“Be right in, Al Jihad Al Vaqār. We have everything set.”

A few minutes later Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz appeared.

Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān was carrying a handful of folders.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār motioned her friends and lieutenants to the rattan chairs across from her desk.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār felt comfortable with them.

Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz were the only persons Al Jihad Al Vaqār was comfortable with beside her secretary she depended upon.

Certainly, Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s reliance on Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān was without equivocation.

Both of them were as creative as Al Jihad Al Vaqār herself was.

Moreover, both Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz were perfect when it came to reading Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s mind, even to finishing her sentences.

They were aggressive, daring, and filled with energy.

Both Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hated Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

These were Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s confidants and her loyalists, and from now on, they would be properly rewarded

“First things first,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said to Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān, “Did you check the daily circulation of Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Times?”*

Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān indicated to the projector.

There was a running information,

8, 75,273.

“HVSI Times manages its subscription always on the top.”

Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān smiled at her, “I thought we should too adopt the procedure.”

“HVSI Times represents the revolutionaries that successfully ended the Scam era.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “We haven’t enough capital to compete with HVSI, No one has.”

“Sure, but it’s today. When HVSI started HVSI Times they didn’t have this capital.”

Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled.

HVSI Times was the dream newspaper.

It has survived the biggest threat of news TV channels.

It somehow always maintained to give something new to its readers the news TV channels couldn’t provide.

As soon as Al Jihad Al Vaqār got the media empire in settlement, she visited HVSI Times herself personally.

It was a multi-story building.

None knew how many stories it had.

They said it was an endless building.

No one believed it.

How a building could be endless.

It was certainly a publicity strategy.

It was the tallest building nevertheless.

The heart of the structure, the one that pumped activity into all the other stories was its Seventh floor.

Most of it was given over to the HVSI Times newsroom.

Its one portion was reserved for the publisher’s suite.

It consisted of the publisher’s main office, the office for my personal secretary and receptionist, a conference and electronic media room, two offices for the advertising director and her assistant, and glassed in cubicles for the managing editor and the assistant managing editor.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never changed anything.

He surrendered it to Al Jihad Al Vaqār as he did find it.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār, the temporary heir to the suite and to the building had made few personnel changes.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār retired Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s elderly female secretary on a generous pension and replaced her with her own secretary, Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ, a smart, brisk, thirtyish young woman with short-cropped dark hair and horn rimmed glasses.

Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ had served Al Jihad Al Vaqār with devotion for seven years already in Special Projects.

Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ was smart enough to understand the ambitious Al Jihad Al Vaqār.

Her ambitions were the driving force that would never let her stop anywhere.

Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ wasn’t as ambitious as Al Jihad Al Vaqār was.

Moreover, Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ never had been as resourceful as Al Jihad Al Vaqār had been.

Again, the difference in the intensity of their ambitions was the decisive factor.

Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ lacked it.

She stopped somewhat before getting resources she was after, while Al Jihad Al Vaqār didn’t deliberately.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār had more patience in the matter.

It paid.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār watched Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz,

“Let’s start with the two of you. I’ve been giving it some thought. You will both be answerable only to me. Outside of general orders, everything I tell you will be kept in strictest confidence. Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān, this is a bigger job, much bigger than Special Projects. Your work will be greatly expanded, naturally, accordingly.”*

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās straddled me with her beautiful face towards me.

She was enjoying my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her comparatively immensely young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot once again.

I knew it would never be a once only phenomenon.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās could never get rid of the ever-incurable Durgesh Obsession.

Once with Durgesh

All the rest is trash

Wasn’t it?

The more aged I grew the crazier they were for me.

“I don’t want to burn my bridges, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said fucking my ever stout ever pleasure giving ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund wildly, “And why should I? Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has played with my beautiful body, even if in his own peculiar way. I couldn’t help that. My entire body was at his discretion. If instead of fucking me, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī enjoyed tongue fucking me more it wasn’t my fault. I am not responsible for it. He has to pay for my time I spent with him. It was precious.”

“Sure,” I agreed with Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās squeezing her excellent exquisite boobs and buttocks both.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was harder and harder now into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with her each aggressive thrust.

She was kissing me wildly.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was squeezing my entire ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund around its shaft.

“I’m really entitled to this alimony if you should warn Al Nādir Al Ghāzī that HVS Law Internationals were going to ask for an increase if he dragged me into court again. It would keep Al Nādir Al Ghāzī from making a move.”

I laughed cunningly.

“Done, however if all the alimony is going to cease in a few months, why not…”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said bitterly.

“I’m not going to let Al Nādir Al Ghāzī off. I’d go to him and offer to settle the whole business for one hundred thousand cash. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī would jump at that.”

I smiled coldly.

“And you want me to engineer that deal for you. Is that it?”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās started herself to balance on the tip of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Well?” I asked.

“You think I’m terribly scheming and designing.”

“You are cautious. You are protecting your interests.”

“Thank you.”*

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kept fucking me wildly.

“Priyavrat Chaturvedī wants to fix things so marrying him won’t entail a financial sacrifice on my part. Do you think I’m a gold digger?”

I smiled, grabbed her young nude waist and pulled her on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kissed me gratefully as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund penetrated her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot entirely.

“Thank you,” she thanked me once again for letting her fuck me.

“Are you deceiving Priyavrat Chaturvedī for marrying him?”

“Certainly not,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said earnestly, “Priyavrat Chaturvedī knows each and everything of my previous marriages and my recent relationship with you too. I never play dirty with the persons who never play dirty with me.”

“Yet Priyavrat Chaturvedī wants to marry you?”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled triumphantly.

“What do you think? Am I not that much beautiful?”

I sighed.

“You are too beautiful. Priyavrat Chaturvedī can do anything for you.”

“And you?”

“What do you mean?” I smiled cunningly.

“You won’t do anything for me, even if I keep fucking you?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās looked into my naughty eyes.

I winked at her.

“If you keep fucking me, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, I can do anything for you, myself, if it isn’t immoral and illegal.”

“Even if I’d be married to Priyavrat Chaturvedī?”

“That’s Priyavrat Chaturvedī’s problem, not mine.” I said gravely.*

Priyavrat Chaturvedī reached his chair.

There was a note on his table.

His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, had called him.

Everything has changed fast.

Narendr Modi was delivering fast what he had promised to the one hundred twenty five crore Indians.

His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, was worried as the other Congresspersons were.

INC couldn’t win even a single seat in 2015 Assembly Elections.

It would again be the same thing, Priyavrat Chaturvedī thought.

Neither his father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, is trying to understand,  nor Priyavrat Chaturvedī’s mother, Imāmzādī Al Åārifah Al Muħammad, that it wasn’t a political change only.

It was the absolute change in Time Dimension too.

It was Infinite BrāhmKalp now.

Priyavrat Chaturvedī stepped out and walked the length of the common room.

“Boss wants you, Priyavrat.” Muħammad Shakīl looked up from a merc pool file as Priyavrat Chaturvedī passed him.

“I know. There was a note to the effect on my table.”

“Why don’t you marry Ambikā Tripāŧhī, Priyavrat?” Muħammad Shakīl asked, “She is my Kħālāzād cousin. I know she would be a very good wife for you.”

Priyavrat Chaturvedī sighed,

“You don’t understand Infinite BrāhmKalp, Muħammad Shakīl.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your Kħālāzād cousin, Ambikā Tripāŧhī, is no more interested in me.”

Muħammad Shakīl was startled.

Priyavrat Chaturvedī didn’t stop there enough to explain Muħammad Shakīl the present situation.

He entered His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī’s Private Chamber.*

Muħammad Shakīl liked Priyavrat Chaturvedī more than he liked his father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī.

He never knew why.

Rām Shankar Chaturvedī was a Congressperson.

Priyavrat Chaturvedī was an ardent fan of Narendr Modi and RSS.

INC has fooled us Musalmīn,” Muħammad Shakīl’s Kħālā, Imāmzādī Al Åārifah Al Muħammad, used to say, “Rām Shankar Chaturvedī was never honest to me politically.”

“That isn’t anything new, Ammī.” Priyavrat Chaturvedī said, “Almost every politician lies. Pitājī isn’t any exception.”

Imāmzādī Al Åārifah Al Muħammad retorted.

“Your father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, isn’t only a politician to me, Priyavrat. He is my husband as well.”

“You are a highly educated woman, yourself, Ammī,” Priyavrat Chaturvedī said, “You knew right from the beginning that Nānājān wanted Pitājī, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, converted to Islam.”

“You fool; do you want to make me responsible for what my Abbū did?”

“Certainly not, Ammī, certainly not.” Priyavrat Chaturvedī agreed, “Nevertheless, you can’t blame Pitājī too. He loved you very much. Nānājān was trying his best to convert Pitājī to Islam. Pitājī couldn’t infuriate Hindus by converting himself. He would have lost Hindu votes for himself and INC. INC never permitted him.”*

Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī looked up.

“You wanted to see me, Pitājī?” Priyavrat Chaturvedī smiled.

Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī didn’t wear spectacles.

Despite his increasing age, his eyesight was still very good.

It wasn’t any rare thing now however.

They said it was Infinite BrāhmKalp now.

As other Congresspersons, Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī still doubted it was so.

“The Bachhalyās were always the best about publicity. They always use superstitions of the people to spread white lies favorable to them.”

Priyavrat Chaturvedī never saw anything wrong in it.

Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī looked confident however as usual.

He straightened his cuffs, leaned back and said normally,

“Sit down, Priyavrat.”

Priyavrat Chaturvedī sat down stiffly and waited.

“Your Ammī said you rejected Ambikā Tripāŧhī too.”

“As always Ammī has reported you with heavy bias, Pitājī.”

“I doubted that myself. Yet, son, she is right in one thing. You should marry now.”

“With Ambikā Tripāŧhī?”

“What’s wrong in it if it happens?”

“Everything,” Priyavrat Chaturvedī said calmly, “I doubt Ambikā Tripāŧhī is a Brahm Padminī.”

“So what? We live in Ved Nagar. Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act isn’t applicable here. Durgesh is immensely against it.”

Durgesh is immensely against Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act everywhere. Yet the entire Brāhmañ Brahmkanyā Brahmāñī Creations are passing it one by one. Durgesh can’t oppose Democracy. Therefore it doesn’t make any difference whether Durgesh is against it or not.”

Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī stood up, turned away and walked to the wall behind his desk.

He touched an inconspicuous contact switch and a section of the wall grew transparent.

Priyavrat Chaturvedī blinked at the unexpected insurge of grayish light.

Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī smiled.

“You are blundering in the same way, my son, the Brāhmañs of the ever first Satyug did.”

“I don’t agree with you, Pitājī.” Priyavrat Chaturvedī said gravely.

Chapter 22


1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam

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Durgesh Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd
Durgesh Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad

Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd smirked, chuckling to herself as she felt Al Nādir Al Sultān’s thirty years old penis twitch and spurt semen inside her.
Her hands were resting on his large, round, belly as she watched him moan and convulse below her.
Reaching upward, he cupped her fabulous triple D sized, teardrop-shaped breasts.
He had given her a Mercedes few months ago for her twenty eighth birthday.

“Good?” She asked, raising an eyebrow while rubbing her hands on his belly.

“Oh yes. Very good.” Al Nādir Al Sultān groaned, releasing her marvelous ever erect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts, propping himself up on his elbows.

Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd smiled, leaning forward, hovering her marvelous ever erect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts in front of his open mouth.
Al Nādir Al Sultān flicked his tongue across a nipple, and then placed several kisses across the bulbous breast meat.
She swayed her shoulders back and forth, playfully dragging her marvelous ever erect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts across his black, ardent Musalmān beard.
She giggled to herself at the tickling sensation before sliding off Al Nādir Al Sultān and resting next to him on the bed.

“Sorry I didn’t last that long, Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd.” Al Nādir Al Sultān apologized.

“Aww, don’t worry about it. It’s no big deal, You never could. I never expected you to last long. Moreover, you always said only Hindus practice lasting long. They think it their Eishān’s worship.” She said, throwing her arm around his chest, sighing contently as she felt semen ooze out of her.
She loved that feeling.
She loved having sex with him.
While not as energetic as others, he was always funny, and made her feel comfortable.
They had been sleeping together occasionally for about 6 months – shortly after she took care of Al Nādir Al Sultān during a quick visit to the hospital where she was employed as a Lady Doctor.
She couldn’t resist his charm.
He was as good as any man she’s had known, but the she didn’t care except anything that he too was a Muslim.
They married.

“Well I do worry about it. I guess I should be glad the thing works, but still, a lovely woman like you should be getting yours during sex.”

“I’m telling you, it’s ok. I had a nice orgasm earlier when you went down on me. It’s that beard!” Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd teased, running her fingers through it.

“Well, alright, I guess I don’t feel as bad then.”

Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd smiled, continuing to run her fingers through his beard,
“So have you and Rashīdah set a date yet for the wedding?” She asked, referring to Al Nādir Al Sultān’s 62 year old fiancé, who lived in Baghdad, Iraq.
She was a zillionaire and offered thirty years old, Al Nādir Al Sultān, a billion dollars if he married her despite her sixty two years age.

“Not yet, but It’ll be this year sometime. We need to figure out if we’re having it in Iraq or here in Atlanta. I suspect it’ll be Iraq since most of her family is there. She’ll then move in here with me. So sadly, you have to divorce me!”

Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd nodded,
“Well that’s certainly understandable. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble. She’d divorce you and take all your money!”

“Oh no, we can’t let that happen,” Al Nādir Al Sultān replied, reaching down to spank Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd a couple times. “That’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh, want to give me a nice chunk of it?” Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd teased.

“Yes, I do actually.” Al Nādir Al Sultān answered without hesitation.

Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd rose on her elbow, looking into Al Nādir Al Sultān’s eyes,
“Really? You’re serious?”

“Yes, I am, on one condition. Rashīdah has already set most of it aside to donate to charities, and a nice amount for me, even if she doesn’t pass away in near future.” Al Nādir Al Sultān explained.
“How could you make her so crazy for you?”
“She needs a manager more than a husband, I think. Yet, I suspect she is a cougar actually.”
Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd smiled cunningly.
“And she wants my husband?”
“You’d get three hundred dollars to divorce me, with certain conditions however.”

“I see. So what’s the condition, what are you talking about?”

“Well, I figured Rashīdah would have a little fun with people. She’d like to see what they are willing to do for several million dollars.”

“Hmm, alright. So where do I fit in with this?”

“As you know Rashīdah is a pervert. She loves sex, and every kind of sex. I love having sex with you, Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd, so Rashīdah figured why not challenge you in a sexual way?” Al Nādir Al Sultān asked.

“Well, this sounds like fun already! What did you have in mind?”

“You love Durgesh, Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd? Yet you could never dare to have sex with Durgesh, only because you are a Muslim and Durgesh is a Hindu. Would you do anything for him?”

“Well, yes of course, but what are you talking about?” Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd asked, her eyebrows narrowing, not entirely sure what Al Nādir Al Sultān was hinting at.

“If Rashīdah offered you enough money so you would live comfortably for the rest of your life, on the condition you accept and successfully passed the challenge. Would you do it?”

Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd paused, the concerned look on her face not leaving.
She thought about all different scenarios in her mind.
They had done that.
Did Al Nādir Al Sultān want some sort of threeway with her and someone?
She didn’t see how a threeway would be worth millions of dollars.
Suddenly her eyes shot open.
Thoughts of urine, feces, animals, entered her mind.
Certainly Al Nādir Al Sultān would never challenge her to do that.
But she wasn’t sure, maybe he would.
She thought about her sixty five year old father in law, Durgesh, and how hard she worked as a Lady Doctor to survive – many long hours, many exhausting shifts, in order to save up for herself.
A million dollars, or even half that, would be a huge relief for her.

Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd sat up in Al Nādir Al Sultān’s bed and continued thinking.
She asked herself if she would do nasty things involving bodily waste for millions of dollars.
She tried to figure out why Al Nādir Al Sultān would want her to do those sorts of things.
She then thought of her father in law, Durgesh, again.
She could get a new, nicer house, a new car for her.
“Yes! I would drink urine for sure I guess. It’s a sterile fluid anyway. Shit on the other hand…ugh…I could give myself an injection of antibiotics after I eat it, or just go the emergency room afterward to get checked out. This is so gross…” She thought to herself, before turning around to face Al Nādir Al Sultān.

Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd sighed,
“Yes, I would do it. Whatever sexual challenge you give me, I would do it. If you were to give me enough money to support me, yes I would do it.” She flinched as she imaged someone taking a shit on her, and then shuddered to shake the thought from her head.

“Good. Because I want you to make love to Durgesh, the utmost infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.” Al Nādir Al Sultān replied. “The Musalmīn are ever jealous of Durgesh. Rashīdah would love you to fuck him too. Only your having sex with Durgesh would confirm Rashīdah that you would never return in my life with Rashīdah.”

Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd paused, blinking a few times.
“Who? My father in law, Durgesh?” She asked, as relief started to fill her thoughts and her heart rate settled.

“Yes, Durgesh. I will give you, say, three hundred million dollars if you make love to Durgesh for Rashīdah. I would set up a camera in your bedroom and the video feed would go directly to me and only me.”

Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd closed her eyes and exhaled deeply.
She opened them and stared at Al Nādir Al Sultān.
A weak smile came across her face.
“I thought you were going to ask me to eat shit or something.”

“Ha! Oh goodness no, my dear! Never! I’m a pervert but not that perverted. Not that dirty animal ever.” Al Nādir Al Sultān laughed.

Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd chuckled softly.
“Why my father in law, Durgesh? Why would you want me to do that?”

“They say:
Once with Durgesh,
All the rest is trash.
Yet, there could be other reasons as well and more. Rashīdah is the shrewdest woman I have ever seen.”

Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd sat in silence, slowly turning around, facing away from Al Nādir Al Sultān to look out his bedroom window,
“I don’t know what to say,” she whispered.

“I’d say that three hundred million is more than enough to support you for the rest of your life, granted you are responsible with it,” Al Nādir Al Sultān paused, nudging her ribs, causing her to jump out of her trance. “You can live comfortably, and not blow it on houses, cars, boats, or whatever. Durgesh himself is the ever richest man. A Multi Zillionaire and not live off that money. If you do all these things I’m sure you’ll have some left to pass on to your children from Durgesh one day.”

Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd slowly nodded in agreement.
“So you’d install a camera in my room?”

“Yes. One that you can turn on when you see fit. The video feed would go directly to my personal laptop, sort of like a webcam, but in your bedroom.” Al Nādir Al Sultān explained.

“Am I the only one you are giving these challenges to?”

“Oh I don’t know dear,” Al Nādir Al Sultān said, running his fingers up and down her back. “I’m sure I’ll come up with something for someone else, should I get bored.”

“I don’t know, he’s – “Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd trailed off.
Her father in law, Durgesh, was exactly a ladies’ man.
Even then, we never really talked about sex.

“You can take as long as you need, there’s no deadline for this. I’ll pay for whatever new clothes you want, or makeovers, or vacations you want to take Durgesh on – whatever you think will help you and Durgesh be able to do this.”

“What if he doesn’t want to do this?” Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd asked.

“Well, it takes two to tango, dear.”

Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd smirked, looking down to her lap, sighing deeply. She closed her eyes, thinking more about the money, the request, and her father in law, Durgesh.
“A penis is a penis, even if it’s an Uncut Hindu Penis.” she told herself in her head, trying to rationalize this challenge. “Moreover, the entire Musalmān Beauties are dying nowadays to fuck Durgesh. She wouldn’t be alone.

“If you want to think about it, you can. Let me know what you decide, or don’t. Your silence would be the answer. If I install a camera, and months, or years pass and if doesn’t happen, that’s fine too. As I said there’s no deadline. If my surveillance software captures video footage of you and Durgesh having sex, then you get the money. Also, rest assured, I would not upload the video to the internet. I’m not even sure how to do that to be honest!” The young man joked.

Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd shook her head and climbed in the covers to lie on her side, still facing away from Al Nādir Al Sultān.
She blankly stared out of his bedroom window.
She thought about me and wondered what I was up to at the sleepover at my friend’s house.
Probably fucking his Musalmān friend’s beautiful Musalmān houseladies all night.
Images of my thin frame, kicking my Uncut Hindu Penis in the backyard into her beautiful Musalmān girlfriends’ ever enticing Musalmān Cunts popped in her head causing a smile to come across her face.
I loved to fuck beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

“Well, do you have an answer?” Al Nādir Al Sultān whispered in her ear, and then smelled her shoulder length, fragrant blonde hair.

Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd didn’t answer; she closed her eyes instead, as Al Nādir Al Sultān ran his hand up and down her waist and hip.

“Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd?”

She sighed, rolling onto her back, looking up at Al Nādir Al Sultān’s face. He brought his hand to her cheek, caressing it gently. “Three hundred million dollars, Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd,” Al Nādir Al Sultān reiterated, running my thumb across her lips.

“Three hundred million dollars,” He said again.
Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd opened her mouth slightly and took Al Nādir Al Sultān’s thumb in, slowly rolling her tongue around it, then gently suckling on it.

“What do you say?” Al Nādir Al Sultān asked, taking his thumb from her mouth, moving his hand down to her breast, then rubbing his saliva coated thumb across Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd’s erect nipple, sending tingles down her spine.

“Yes.” Al Zāhidah Al Waħīd said flatly. “I’ll do it.”*

Ever said something you instantly regretted?
Sure you have, we all have but usually it’s something you are able to wriggle out of or explain away.
How about asking your father in law if he could cum into your mouth? Well, Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad did it and as soon as the words were out of her mouth, Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad knew she’d been a complete idiot.
Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad stammered out an apology as she looked at me open mouthed too shocked to speak anything more.

It was a Friday evening and we’d just about sat down to eat.
Al Muħammad was away for the weekend on a golf trip so it was just her and me.
She’d had this fantasy festering away in her head for a long time now.
Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad will be nineteen in a few months.
Anyway with Al Muħammad out of the way something must have clicked in her head and Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad just came out with it.

When She’d run out of reasons to excuse her behavior, anything but the truth that is, Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad picked up a coat and beat a hasty retreat, muttering as she left that She’d eat her diner later.
We live about five miles from the nearest shop which is in a village of maybe ten houses.
So her options were limited at that point.
Sure Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad could have biked somewhere but that would have meant going back into the house and at that point wild horses wouldn’t have dragged Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad back in there.

Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad took a walk, up to the ridge of a hill where she liked to sit and watch the sun set.
On really clear nights you can just see Cardigan bay which was only ten miles away.
Anyway that’s where Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad headed fully intending to spend the night.
Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad could not stay with her father in law tonight.
She didn’t know how I could react to her indecent proposal.
Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad must have been out of her mind certainly.
In her present state of mind she could even have raped Durgesh, her father in law.
He was ever over moral.
Yes, he loved Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad too, but NOT in the way Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad wanted him to love her.
Durgesh could never understand when she married Durgesh’s stepson, Al Muħammad, Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad was a damn fool.
She thought she had unique mind.
Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad did her PhD in her eighteen years only.
It wasn’t normal.
Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad was praised tremendously everywhere.
It was still continued.
Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad opened a telegram:
In recognition of your extra ordinary work on Durgesh’s everbest Bahū Bégum wives for your PhD, the Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Foundation of Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasanābād, Modern Democratic Årabia, on behalf of the Bahū Bégum Wives Academy is pleased to inform that you have today been voted for this year’s Best Bahū Bégum Wife prize. Details follow. Heartiest Congratulations.’
Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad sighed.
The problem in receiving this greatest honor was, Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad was only a Bahū Bégum, not a Bahū Bégum Wife.
Durgesh never recognized Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad’s extra ordinary Musalmān beauty with her extra ordinary female Musalmān brain too.
It wasn’t that Durgesh hasn’t any Bahū Bégum wife.
Durgesh has hundreds of beautiful Bahū Bégum wives, and their number was continuously increasing enormously fast.
Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān was Durgesh’s Chief Bahū Bégum Wife now, almost as important as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself, Durgesh’s de facto Chief Wife.

She’d been there maybe two hours, the sun had just slipped into the haze, no view of the sea that night, when Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad heard footsteps which could only mean one thing!
“Hi Ħafsah Al Muħammad hun, I thought I might find you here.”

““Durgesh, about earlier, I’ve no idea why I said what I did, as soon as I heard myself saying the words out loud, I realized how stupid they sounded. I really am sorry about it.”

“Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad, I know you are and I’ve come up here to tell you not to fret about it, but first I want you to know I’m not mad at you. Okay?”

“Thanks, Durgesh.”

“Do you mind if I join you, Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad? It’s not much of a sunset, is it?”

Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad told me of course Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad didn’t mind and agreed with me.
We sat in silence for a few minutes before I asked,

“So. How long have you wanted to, suck me?”

Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad looked up at me before saying,
“ I really didn’t want to talk about it.”

“No I’m serious, how long?”

“Since I was a kid, if that makes any sense.”

“That’s a long time to keep something bottled up.”

We sat in silence for a few minutes before I handed Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad a lighter and asked if Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad could get a small fire going. It didn’t take Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad long to find a few sticks and logs to put a fire together.
To be honest Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad was glad of the diversion!
Once it was going, Al Ħafsah Al Muħammad sat down again beside me, both of us were leaning back on the same log.

Chapter 6
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