KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 16

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

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Chapter 16

Durgesh Al Mujāhidah Al Islam

Durgesh Bilqīs Siddīqī

Durgesh Waħīdah Åbbās

Despite severe protests from, my Live in Relationship Partner, ultimately, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam was married to the young man she decided to.

Her Ammī, Navīdah Taqaddus, wanted her daughter to accept her Live in Relationship too with me.

Durgesh is fit for you JetMusalmān Beauties too, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam.” Navīdah Taqaddus had beamed, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has proved it now.”

Al Mujāhidah Al Islam was not habitual of watching her extremely beautiful Ammī, Navīdah Taqaddus nude, being fucked by me.

She was feeling abnormal.

“Ammī, you shouldn’t have called me here while you are enjoying your Live in Relationship with Durgesh.”

Navīdah Taqaddus smiled cunningly.

“It’s alright, honey. You are an adult now yourself.”

“So what?”

“So you can understand very well, we all the womankind need it. It’s natural and even necessary for the survival of our human race.”

“Ammī, I didn’t want to see you about our human race. I wanted to see you about my real Abbū’s will.”

“I know, honey.” Navīdah Taqaddus smiled patiently.

She was nude on her knees.

I too was nude and I was fucking Navīdah Taqaddus from her behind.

Navīdah Taqaddus and I both loved very much that her gorgeous glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān buttocks filled my Hindu lap each time I thrust my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

Navīdah Taqaddus’s ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot gripped my Uncut Hindu Lund so greedily and so ravenously that I enjoyed it very much.

Navīdah Taqaddus was not Al Mujāhidah Al Islam’s real Ammī.

Al Mujāhidah Al Islam’s real Ammī was Nāsirah Ħamīd.*

Nāsirah Ħamīd remembered the first TV transmissions.

Enjoying my Uncut Hindu Lund in her smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Nāsirah Ħamīd had replayed them so many times.

Nāsirah Ħamīd was not interested in Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Times.

At least not to the extent Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and Al Mujāhidah Al Islam were.

She remembered how desperately Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and Al Mujāhidah Al Islam fought for the control of  Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Times.

Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had exerted his entire efforts in raising the newspaper.

They called it HLMCh Times on the line of HVSI Times.

Nāsirah Ħamīd was there when Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund to win me on his side.

After all, I was the Supreme Media Emperor today.

HVSI controlled the entire media today virtually due to my extraordinary watchfulness.

For Nāsirah Ħamīd it didn’t make any difference whether Dr. Saåīdah Qamar owned Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Times or Al Mujāhidah Al Islam.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was her best friend and Al Mujāhidah Al Islam was her own daughter.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar grinned sucking my Uncut Hindu Penis passionately:

“You mean formally, like in those movies where relatives get together in a room to hear the old man’s will?”

I squeezed Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s gorgeous Musalmān buttocks.

“Sālī, it isn’t a will. It’s a Settlement Deed. I said it’s a short testament. As far as the wills are concerned, Hearst’s will was 125 pages long. Our Settlement Deed is only 37 pages. Relatively short for so complex an estate.”

I’d undressed Dr. Saåīdah Qamar completely in the meantime.

She was a startling, a dazzling Musalmān Beauty.

It was the first time I was going to enjoy her to my heart’s content.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had undressed me too herself.

We both were crazy to enjoy sex with each other.

“Just give me the essence.” She said, “I’ll read the whole Settlement Deed when I have more time. You can give me a copy. Right now the essence. Did we get all of it as we demanded, or most of it?”

“He left you four the bulk of his estate.” I smiled.

“Along with your Uncut Hindu Lund?” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar winked at me.

I positioned her on her knees and entered Dr. Saåīdah Qamar first time from her gorgeous behind.

Eīshān, what a contention!

I felt myself entering in heaven as my Uncut Hindu Lund penetrated Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

Ahh!

One inch.

Two inch.

Three inch.

We both were enjoying the penetration.

Six inches.

Ten inches completely.

My Uncut Hindu Lund entirely vanished into her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

Her utmost soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān buttocks had filled my nude Hindu lap fully.

We both had closed our eyes.

We both wanted to savor this moment.

My Uncut Hindu Lund had entered her Musalmān Choot deepest.*

Wasīm looked at me.

“Dad, I never wanted to talk with you in the matter.”

“No problem,” I smiled, “Al Nåmat Al Islam herself came to me.”

Wasīm looked at me,

“I’ve forgotten Al Nåmat Al Islam. The very moment I saw you making love with her, I knew she wasn’t made for me.”

“Wasīm, find an appropriate girl for yourself and take interest in Business.”

“I’m doing, Papa Jī. But not in the way you are.”

“Have your own way, my child.”

“You don’t want your sons to help you?”

“I’ve countless sons, Wasīm. I’ve countless Live in Relationship Partners too. There are countless friends too I have. If some of my sons don’t want to join me in my business, I can afford their independence.”

“I can see. Why didn’t you allow Ammījān the same independence, Papa Jī?”

I digested the information.

Wasīm was not talking about now that Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl was his real father.

His Ammī Kħālidah Ashraf left Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  not because he was a softie Congressman, because Kħālidah Ashraf had lied to his only son.

Wasīm was actually my son and Kħālidah Ashraf refused to Live in Relationship with me.

She named my son, Prajésh, Wasīm, in protest.

Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  and Kħālidah Ashraf were never husband and wife.

They were only legally so.

I watched Wasīm gravely.

“How much you know, son?”

“Only what I have been told, Papa Jī. I ask you why I couldn’t enjoy my father’s love.”

“Your Ammī didn’t allow me to do anything for you Prajésh.”

Wasīm looked at me gravely.

“My name is Wasīm and I am a Musalmān.”

Pseudo Musalmān, you mean?”

“No, I don’t believe in Årab Imperialism. I believe in true Islam and true Islam only.”

I smiled.

“That’s better. So you offer Taħannus as well as Assalāt every day?”

“My stepfather Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  said it isn’t necessary. Ammījān also confirmed it.”

“Look, Prajésh,…”

“Call me Wasīm, please.”

“You love the name given to you by your Ammī, more?” I smiled patiently.

“That’s the only name I’ve been called with now.”

“Your Ammī told you that I’m your real father?”

“She didn’t. But I know.”

“How?”

“Papa Jī, is it so important?”

“Okay, if you don’t want to tell me that, it’s alright with me.” I smiled at Prajésh patiently.

“You allowed my Ammī to detriment my life.”

“Who says?”

Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  uncle. And my other friends also do it.”

“As soon as you knew that your Ammī hadn’t any actual marital relationship with Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl , I am your real father, why didn’t you come to me Prajésh?”

“I was angry with you. You left me on the mercy of my not so brilliant Ammī and uncle Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  that loved my Ammī, but my Ammī never did love him the way he wanted. Yet you allowed Ammī to marry him, even if legally. Didn’t you?”

“You are right my son. And I’m not angry that you were angry with me.”

“Papa Jī.”

“I can understand. You were angry with me because you wanted me to fight with your Ammī for your possession.”

“Shouldn’t you have?”

“No. You needed your Ammī more then. A father, however efficient he is, can’t replace a mother ever. Only because your Ammī was acting childish, I couldn’t punish you separating you from your Ammī.”

Prajésh’s eyes were suddenly full of tears.

“I’m sorry Papa Jī. You can call me Prajésh.”

I pulled my son into my arms.

He embraced me passionately.

“I’m sorry Papa Jī. I’m sorry.”

“Nonsense. You are my son. You don’t need to be sorry my boy. Rather I’m sorry that I couldn’t control your Ammī to the extent that you hadn’t missed my love.”*

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at me.

“I’m elder than you, Fātimah. Yet you understood Muħammad Ůsmān better than I did. Sorry. Before his desperate attempt to stage an accident itself, I could never understand what a devil my Musalmān husband, Muħammad Ůsmān, was.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled ironically.

“His parents named him Muħammad Ůsmān, after the great name of Kħalīfatul Musalmīn Ħazrat Ůsmān Ghanīrzu. Did they know their son would be a blot to the name of Kħalīfatul Musalmīn Ħazrat Ůsmān Ghanīrzu?”

“Poor parents dream about their children and the children never care a damn what their parents had dreamt of them.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her elder sister.

“It’s alright. Let’s not talk about that now. We’ll get along all right.”

“I don’t think he wouldn’t attempt something detrimental to us.”

“I understand. I’ll go down and try to find out how detrimental he can prove to be to us. Leave the bastard to me. You take it easy.”

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Fātimah through the door.

Then she picked up the book she was reading:

Årab Mahā Bhārat’.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gently closed the door and walked quietly down the stairs.

Muħammad Ůsmān folded the newspaper.

The pencil was no longer behind his ear.

“Drink, my lady, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā?”

“No, thanks.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sat down on the sofa chair opposite Muħammad Ůsmān.

She accepted one of his cigarettes, leaned forward for his lighter, sat back and looked at Muħammad Ůsmān steadily.

Muħammad Ůsmān, don’t you think it might be a good plan if we all three sat down and had business chat?”

Muħammad Ůsmān raised his eyebrow.

“What about Bilqīs Siddīqī and Waħīdah Åbbās?”

“I’d manage both of them.”

“Anything wrong?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was in tonight.”

“I see. The Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā original?” Muħammad Ůsmān smirked, “What does our great lady want?”

“She wants to buy the business― a controlling interest in it.”

“She doesn’t. HVSI actually.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

“HVSI doesn’t need to enter in our business through Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. Durgesh already has the controlling interest. HVSI itself has its entire assets in the name of Durgesh.”

“Then?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has her own movements Durgesh doesn’t approve of― ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’, ‘Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh’, ‘Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club’, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club’. She is the new President of Saůūdī Årab now. I think she is also working on the same plan HVSI is working.”

“Impossible, my lady. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan can’t have any conflict of interest with Durgesh or HVSI.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Muħammad Ůsmān bitterly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is overconfident. She thinks she can manage her movements through JetMusalmān BeautiesSquad so as to HVSI would play in her hands as Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī did in Everfirst Satyug, Everfirst Brāhm Kalp.”

Muħammad Ůsmān jumped almost as if.

Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī?”

Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī.”

“You mean Hindu History is true?”

“It seems to be so.”

“Nonsense.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah blasted her bombshell patiently.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is a stockholder now.”

“A stockholder!” Muħammad Ůsmān exclaimed.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah saw swift alarm on his face.

Then he hastily averted his eyes.

“Why, how the devil could she―”

Nafīsah Salmān Ammī. I think Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan managed her somehow to turn over the stock. I should have picked up that stock before Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could have it. Damn, I’d entirely forgotten about it. It’s such a small block―”

Muħammad Ůsmān seemed positively relieved.

He laughed.

“What Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan can do with that? It’s only five shares. That’s a drop in the bucket. Moreover we have Durgesh with us. However shrewdest businesswoman Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan maybe, she isn’t Durgesh after all. Durgesh has broken all the previous records of money, love, sex and power. He is the most successful man now. HVSI is the most successful ideological family organization that doesn’t have born Hindus only in it now. So many Musalmīn, Christians, Jews and even atheists are also in it.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shook her head.

Durgesh is with us. Yes, but even then Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan won’t be pushed around. She wants something. I can’t ignore her. Being a stockholder Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is entitled to look in our books. Perhaps that’s what she wants. I don’t know. I’m going to talk with Durgesh about it.”

Durgesh? He is with us, but he isn’t specialized in such cases. He is murder case specialist. Isn’t he?”

“Well, it’s his own shop in a way. This needs someone who can do more than just look in a law book and tell us what the law is. It needs someone who understands Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan as well. It needs a lot of legal ingenuity.”

“Well, Durgesh is the man all right to handle Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. But I still think you’re making a mountain out of a molehill.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched him sternly.

“I thought it would be a good plan to take up all of the stock certificates and the stock book. Durgesh can want to see them.”

Muħammad Ůsmān laughed.

“Oh, you don’t need to do that.”

“Why?”

“It isn’t necessary.”

“Nevertheless, I want to have them with me when I discuss them with Durgesh.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Muħammad Ůsmān sharply, “Is there anything why shouldn’t I?”

“Well, “ Muħammad Ůsmān smiled, “I’ve got an important appointment in the morning. That stock is in the safety deposit box.”

“Sure?”

“What do you mean?”

“The stock is really in the safety deposit box?”

“My lady you are insulting me.”

“That’s right.”

“Fātimah.”

“Yet, this insult is not even the trailer what you’d have to face if you’ve done something sinister.”

“I am not so mad.”

“You are, Kħalīfatul Musalmīn, you are.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled sweetly, somewhat exaggerating it, “I’m telling you so that you can’t complain me that I didn’t warn you. I want to see that stock now myself with my own eyes. I wasn’t born yesterday, Muħammad Ůsmān.”

Muħammad Ůsmān was white faced now.

“I’m sorry that you are always against me due to this or that reason. I have an important appointment I say. I can take it to Durgesh later on. My appointment is with an insurance company adjuster. If I cancel it it’d be hard to get him again. I’ve already had a lot of trouble getting him on the job.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I know. What do you think I’m dumb enough not to understand even that?”

“What was the accident anyway?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled unsympathetically, “You never told me anything about it. I learnt of it from Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī.”

“You won’t believe me as you say, but it was one of those cases where some guy comes down the street, crocked to the eyebrows. I wasn’t even in the car. I had it parked at the curb. I don’t know how in the world how he managed to smash it up the way he did. He must have skidded into it from the side.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.

“You can’t make even a good story, Muħammad Ůsmān.”

“I know you don’t believe me. That’s why you both brought Durgesh between us and cuckolded me. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, you Musalmān Beauties love Hindus to the extent that you never give us Musalmīn even the benefit of doubt.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah cooed.

“We Musalmān Beauties never have any doubt whatsoever, my dear, in you Musalmīn’s criminal skills. You Musalmīn out excel in it everyone. You hate ultramodern education childishly. Consequently most of you Musalmīn are uneducated/under educated. What job can you get therefore except pertaining to some criminal activities? So, since there isn’t any doubt whatsoever why there’d be any benefit of doubt?”

“I can’t make you to act sane somewhat.”

“Did you get the number of his automobile who skidded into yours from the side you say?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled skeptically.

“Unfortunately not.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.

“I say I wasn’t there.” Muħammad Ůsmān watched her contemptuously, “The car was parked. A couple of people saw it and told me about it. Unfortunately they were too dumb to get his license number.”

“Nonsense. I am not too dumb to believe that. Well, would you get down to the safety deposit box and―”

“I’m sorry. That’s absolutely impossible. You won’t believe me I know. Yet, I have two or three appointments in the morning. I just can’t cancel them now. But if Durgesh needs the stock, I’ll bring it in later.”

“Listen to me you stupid.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah suddenly said harshly, “I don’t think you have the stock anymore and Vallah, I promise you that you’d regret it. Muħammad Ůsmān, I won’t kill you because I’m not a criminal as you are. But if my suspicion is true, you’d find yourself in such a legal dilemma, you’d regret forever why you betrayed us.”

Muħammad Ůsmān was dumbfounded.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stalked to the door, out in the evening.*

Prajésh watched his ardent Musalmān Ammī, Kħālidah Ashraf with anxious eyes.

He has successfully managed to bring her into her Live in Relationship with me but she still had complaints against me.

“Ammī, Papa Jī was right.” Prajésh/Wasīm tried once more to explain my actions to Kħālidah Ashraf.

“Shut up, Wasīm.” Kħālidah Ashraf tried to stand up from my lap, but I pulled her there once again.

Kħālidah Ashraf fidgeted but she was glad in her heart that I had pulled her back to my lap.

What a damnfool she was.

Only because Durgesh didn’t marry her she was angry with her only love.

Now she understands it was her blunder.

It was better that Wasīm didn’t hear her.

Otherwise his entire life would have been destroyed too.

Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  proposed her and she married him only to punish Durgesh.

Durgesh tried to explain to her why he couldn’t marry her, why he had to marry Saiyadah Fātimah PhD.

But Kħālidah Ashraf was too angry to listen to him.

She smiled to herself.

Durgesh really love her.

Why otherwise did he warn Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl ?

Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl , she is a damnfool.”

Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  smiled.

“Because she isn’t marrying you? Durgesh, they call you Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! But it doesn’t mean you are really Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties. You want to keep her as one more out of your countless Musalmān mistresses. Kħālidah Ashraf is a young Musalmān lady of self-respect. She refused your offer.”

“You are yourself a damnfool, Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl .” I smiled, “You don’t love Kħālidah Ashraf.”

“How do you know?” Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  chuckled.

“Your Dīdī Umā Shukl told me so.”

“Dīdī wants to please you. She loves you.”

“Umā is my wife.”

“Your one more Brāhmañ Live in Relationship Partner. Not wife.”

“Idiot, my every Live in Relationship Partner is actually my wife. You Congressmen have played in the hands of utmost communal Mullahs and Maulavīs.”*

I kissed Kħadījah Muħammad.

“No need for you to wait, Kħadījah. That brief took less time than I thought it would. I’ll sit around and read the advance decisions until one.”

“Keep on fucking me, please.” Kħadījah Muħammad pleaded, “I need you inside there very much.”

I smiled.

Kħadījah, you need sleep too, my darling.”

“You promised me you’d never refuse to fulfill my any desire because I sacrificed my position to Saiyadah Fātimah PhD to please Pitr’shrī.”

“Okay, okay.”

“I want to wait.”

“There’s nothing you can do, darling. I’ll talk with her and…”

“No.” Kħadījah Muħammad interrupted, “I want to meet her myself. She charged me I’m favoring Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan beyond all limits. I want to―”

“Nonsense. You know Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sometimes break every limit. She is Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā.”

“One and the same thing.” I smiled in my casual manner.

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled too.

She knew how deceptive my casual manner was to the witnesses.

Many a witness was misled by my casual manner.

They fabricated a story on the witness stand with every assurance that their prevarications were completely concealed.

But when they were enjoying their ‘victory’ on me, they suddenly found themselves facing a pair of granite hard black eyes, and realized only too late of course, the savage belligerency I could bear down with, on a perjurer, the rapier-like thrusts of my agile mind.

But, for the most part, it pleased me to assume a good-natured, easy going attitude of careless informality.

I liked the conventional ways of doing things only if they produced better results.

Kħadījah Muħammad was not my personal secretary.

She was my business partner as well as one of my infinite Live in Relationship Partners.

Normally we were suspected to be Parahumans.

Yet, not all of us.

My comparatively new Live in Relationship Partners were not Parahuman.

Yet, due to their sexual relations with me, they were also on the pathway of being Parahuman.

They were Posthuman already.

After my Svarūpé avasthānam, self-synchronization, my foes were more afraid of me now.

Yet, still there were some miscreants who hated me very much when I protected some innocents from their insincere cruel activities.

Kħadījah Muħammad had that rare companionship with me that was the outgrowth of two congenial people devoting themselves to a common cause.

In her ever efficient leadership, my entire Live in Relationship Partners with me, were always able to function with the perfect co-ordination of a well-trained football team, whenever the going got rough.

Yet, it was very rare that the going got rough.

We were too vigilant to let it happen.

The telephone rang.

It was the landline.

Kħadījah Muħammad picked up the receiver.

“Hello, yes, it’s Kħadījah Muħammad his Live in Relationship Partner. Can’t you speak more clearly? Who is it? What’s that name? Shaguftah Rashīd?”

Kħadījah Muħammad turned to me.

She cupped her hand over the mouthpiece.

Durgesh, she is drunk.”

Shaguftah Rashīd?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Let me talk with her anyway.”

“You are fucking drunken Musalmān Beauties nowadays?”

“Nonsense. You know me better, stupid.”

Kħadījah Muħammad handed me the phone.

“Hello, it’s Durgesh, What’s it Shaguftah Rashīd?”

The voice that came on the receiver was so thick that I could understand it with difficulty what Shaguftah Rashīd was saying.

“Hi, Durgesh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I don’t think we can meet now at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. I― I think I’m poisoned.”

“What?” I was suddenly all alert, “Where are you?”

“Poisoned.” Shaguftah Rashīd said wearily, “they― they got me despite my every precaution.”

“Your husband?”

“I think so.”

“Damn it. The hell. Where are you?”

“Thought I was smarter―”

“Stop telling me anything else, you idiot. Tell me where you are. Nothing else. Let me come there.”

The words came with an effort.

They were interspersed with intervals of heavy breathing.

“Apartment… Box of candy… ate… sick… Can’t … Can’t … please send help… Get police… Get… Get…”

The conversation terminated in a crash.

It was as if the telephone was dropped to the floor.

I said,

“Hello, Shaguftah Rashīd… hello Shaguftah Rashīd.”

There was nothing to be heard.

Then, after a moment, the receiver clicked into place at the other end of the line.

Kħadījah Muħammad had dashed to her mobile the minute she heard me asking ‘where are you’.

She tried to ask the exchange operator to trace the call.

Even then Kħadījah Muħammad was too late.

The receiver had been hung up at the other end before Kħadījah Muħammad had finished explaining what was wanted.

She waited at her mobile long enough to learn that there was no possibility of tracing the call anymore.

Then, she looked at me.

“What was it?” Kħadījah Muħammad asked me.

“She says someone sent her a box of candy. She ate the candy. It was poisoned. She certainly sounds sick or drunk. Now, the problem is I don’t know her.”

“What? I thought you have already fucked her.”

“How? On the phone? I’ve never met her and―”

“And?”

“And I doubt her name Shaguftah Rashīd is also phony.”

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?”

“That’s right.”

“Hey, she can’t inform you she is poisoned using her phony name.”

“You may be right.”

“Now what?”

“Assuming her name is true the question is, what’s her address, where is she?  Kħadījah, see if there’s any Shaguftah Rashīd listed in the telephone directory?”

Kħadījah Muħammad thumbed through the pages of the telephone directory.

“No, there isn’t.”

I looked at my watch.

“We’ve got to locate this Shaguftah Rashīd. That call sounded genuine to me. Police.”

I grabbed my mobile and contacted Commissioner of Police himself.

“Hello, Muħammad, Durgesh here.”

“Well, well, well, you rascal, at this time―”

“Muħammad Åbdullah, I want quick action from your police.”

“You mean business?”

“Of course, listen to me. I had a call a few minutes ago from a Shaguftah Rashīd. She said that she was at an apartment. I presume it’s an apartment where she lives, but she didn’t say so. I don’t know the address. I don’t know anything about her, except that I had an appointment with her in Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club for Masked Fucking at one o’clock this morning. She is my shareholder.”

Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club?”

“I said my shareholder. Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club is not my project.”

“Sorry, HVSI?”

“HVSI.”

“Why do you hate Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club so much?”

“That name is being used to irritate Musalmīn. It’s detrimental to Hindu Muslim unity. Do you need anything more that I should hate it?”

“No. But it’s one of your Live in Relationship Partners’ movement. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bhābhījān is behind it.”

“That doesn’t make it virtuous. Does it?”

“I didn’t mean that.”

“Come to the point, Muħammad. This isn’t the proper time to discuss the activities of my Live in Relationship Partners. Now get this straight. The so called Shaguftah Rashīd said over the telephone that someone had sent her a box of poisoned candy. She sounded very ill. Her speech was thick, and apparently she either fell over or the telephone from her hand as she was talking. Then the receiver was dropped back into place. She seemed to think she’d been poisoned to keep her from talking.”

“You can’t give us an address, Durgesh?”

“No.”

“Well, we’ll try our best. She must be registered as a voter at least. We’ll look her up. If that name is phony none can save her, I’m sorry.”

“Call back me, Muħammad. And let me know, please, if you find anything. Will you?”

“Why not? But Durgesh, if my persons haven’t got an address, there’s nothing we can do. Where are you?”

“With Kħadījah Muħammad.”

“You’ll be there until I call you back?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. I’ll call you back.”

“Thank you. And don’t give any exaggerated facility to my Live in Relationship Partners without my express consent.”

“Your Live in Relationship Partners are not my friend Durgesh. They talk with me as if I’m not a Commissioner of police. They think I’m their personal security guard.”

“I’m sorry, Muħammad.”

“Hell, I’m not complaining. After all, they may be right.”

“What?”

“We are friends. They are my Bhābhījāns. So, they have a right on me. Don’t they?”

“To hell with you and your Bhābhījāns. Go to hell all of you. I have told you so many times not to treat them so important. But―”

“How is it possible, Durgesh? They are like my Ammīs. Aren’t they?”

“Go to hell.”

I disconnected the mobile.

Chapter 17

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam



KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 11

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

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Chapter 11

Durgesh Jāhnavī Dīxit

Durgesh Al Mujāhidah Al Islam

Jāhnavī Dīxit said.

“I know the situation isn’t ideal, Ammījān, but it is what it is and I can’t keep putting my life on hold waiting for the perfect guy to come along when it might not happen,” She held a coffee cup in both hands, but the dark brown liquid inside had gone cold.

She just held onto the smooth ceramic because it was something solid.

“You’re only twenty eight, dear. Don’t you think you’re being a little overdramatic? You have plenty of time to meet the right guy and settle down and start a family. Why, most women your age are waiting later and later to start families.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit hated it when her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, talked to her like she was still just sixteen and hadn’t thought things through.

She was twenty eight already.

Wasn’t she?

Yes, Brahmdév Sharmā was crazy for her to marry Jāhnavī Dīxit but she wasn’t so certain of Brahmdév Sharmā yet.

Durgesh was still her first and last choice as a life partner.

Moreover, Durgesh was a Bachhalyā the history proven utmost ideal mate for Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.

Brāhmañs had always disappointed Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.

Only Bachhalyās were optimum for them.

Sitting in the kitchen of the house where she grew up didn’t help as her parents hadn’t changed a thing in twenty-five years.

Her father, Professor Dr. Brahm Nārāyañ Dīxit, had married a Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauty, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was their extremely beautiful daughter.

She could see herself sitting there, way back when, in her school uniform as her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, tried to explain the birds and bees to her.

It didn’t matter that Jāhnavī Dīxit had lost her virginity the year before when she was eighteen to Durgesh  up the street.

Jāhnavī Dīxit  still turned glowing red when her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, pushed a condom to her across the kitchen table.

Her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, always thought of herself as a “cool Ammījān” and tried to act like she was just one of the girls when Jāhnavī Dīxit’s friends were around.

If that wasn’t embarrassing enough, it was even worse when her brother’s friends were around.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’s Ammījān was only in her late thirties when they were teens and still quite attractive.

The word didn’t exist back then, but Mrs. Al Mujāhidah Al Islam Brahm Nārāyañ Dīxit was definitely what the kids now called a “MILF”.

On a few occasions Jāhnavī Dīxit overheard the lurid comments of her brother’s friends talking about what they’d like to do to the older Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān woman.

The fact that in looks she was just a younger version of her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, made Jāhnavī Dīxit wonder what they said about her when she wasn’t around.

It made her feel sexy to think they might want her too.

Sometimes she still thought back fondly on that night in the back of the old Buick.

What Big Durgesh never lacked in technique he still more than made up for in enthusiasm.

“Ammījān, those women are still trying to launch their careers or waiting for Mr. Perfect. My career is where I want it and I know Mr. Perfect is not going to come along.”

“What about that guy you went out with a few months ago? Brahmdév Sharmā?”

“He was fine. We just weren’t compatible.”

“It wasn’t right in the bedroom?” she asked, lowering her voice and leaning across the table.

“Ammījān!”

“It’s okay dear, we can talk about these things. I’m not as innocent as you probably think.”

“Ammī!”

“Jāhnavī Dīxit, don’t be such a prude. Was Brahmdév Sharmā too quick on the trigger? You know, if you work with a man you can solve a lot of the problems in the bedroom. Your stepfather Durgesh and I …”

“Ammījān! Stop! We are not talking about this!”

“Okay, okay. I just want you to know that if you’re having a problem that I am here for you.”

“Can we just stick to the topic then, please? I am ready to be an Ammī and I am tired of waiting.”

“Okay, I understand that, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are missing an essential part of the equation. Are you thinking in vitro fertilization then? Are you going to visit a sperm bank?”

“I guess I would have to, but in vitro is so expensive and my health insurance doesn’t cover it. I don’t have enough equity to take a loan against the townhouse. I don’t know where I could find the money. If I ask a guy I know, I could save some money I think, but I don’t know if I would have enough if it didn’t work on the first try.”

“Finding a guy willing to say yes to that might be difficult.”

“Ammījān!”

Her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, laughed. “Not to be a donor, but maybe to help with money. Durgesh and I would help if we could, you know that, but since I haven’t been working lately things have been tight.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit laughed herself.

How could she think, even for a second, that her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, would be suggesting she ask anybody else but Durgesh  for his sperm?

Jāhnavī Dīxit’s stepfather, Durgesh,  had been in her life since she was just six-years-old and had been more of a father to her than her biological one, Brahm Nārāyañ Dīxit, whom she rarely saw.

He’d been her “Pop” almost as long as she could remember.

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know yet. It’s a shame I can’t go out there and just find a good guy to have a kid with. You found a great guy, Durgesh I mean, one who didn’t mind Living in Relationship  with a woman with two small kids. I’m not even looking for that, just a good guy who’d be willing to give me a baby. Where can I find a guy like Pop?”

“He’s one in a million, rather one in infinite. That’s for sure. And I know he’d do anything for you. Don’t worry, dear, we’ll think of something,” her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, said.

A week later, Jāhnavī Dīxit’s Ammījān called and asked to meet her for lunch.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was close with her parents, but she rarely saw her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, in the middle of the day and was concerned that something was wrong.

When she finally sat down with her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, she was sure that the woman had lost her mind.

Ammī and daughter were sitting across from each other on the outdoor patio of a café, each eating a salad and enjoying the warm day.

When her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, started with inane small talk, Jāhnavī Dīxit knew she was talking around something, but she also knew her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, well enough that she had to give her time to get around to what she really wanted to talk about.

“I’ve been thinking about your problem and after going over everything you said I believe I have an answer. If you’re interested I think I have a way for you to get your baby.”

“Okay, I’m all ears. What have you come up with?”

“I was thinking your stepfather Durgesh could help you out.”

“I couldn’t ask you for money, Ammījān. I know how tight things are.”

“That’s not really what I meant, dear. I’m thinking he could provide some ‘raw material’.”

“Oh.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit didn’t know what to say.

She was sure her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam’s offer came from a giving place, but Jāhnavī Dīxit couldn’t help but think having her stepfather provide the sperm for her to make a baby was weird.

She’d always thought it a little odd when someone’s Ammī would carry a baby for them.

Finding a great guy like her Pop would be a blessing, but actually having a baby with him might be too weird.

What would they tell people?

It would be best to put her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, off with logic.

“I really appreciate the offer, but that doesn’t solve the problem of how to pay for in vitro. It could be thousands, tens of thousands of dollars, and I just don’t have it.”

“I understand that and there is more to my idea, so just hear me out, okay? I wasn’t just thinking that your stepfather could donate his, uh, materiel, to a cup. I thought he could provide it the old fashioned way.”

“What are you saying, Ammījān?” Jāhnavī Dīxit asked with a wrinkled brow. The idea was just so out there that she couldn’t process it.

“Don’t freak out, Jāhnavī Dīxit. I’m suggesting that Durgesh give you a baby the old fashioned way.”

“You want me and Pop to … Ammījān!”

“Jāhnavī Dīxit, lower your voice!” she scolded.

“Don’t you yell at me! You can’t be serious! You can’t really be saying you want me and Pop,” Jāhnavī Dīxit said, and then lowered her voice, “to have sex. What is wrong with you?”

“I’m not saying I want you to have sex. I just think it’s the best solution to your problem. Durgesh loves you and you I know you love him and shouldn’t your baby be born out of love? Is there any other man out there you can trust more?”

“That’s not the point! It’s Pop, he’s like a father to me.”

“But he’s not your father so it’s not wrong like that. I know it’s an out there idea and you’re going to have to think on it. Please just don’t dismiss it out of hand.”

“How do you expect me to even consider something like this? How can you? Did you even ask him about this? Oh God, what did he say? He doesn’t think it’s my idea, does he?” Jāhnavī Dīxit stammered.

“No, I didn’t mention it to him yet. I thought I should at least talk to you first. Breathe honey. Marry Brahmdév Sharmā but enjoy sex with Durgesh.”

“I’m not a Musalmān Beauty. And Brahmdév Sharmā is not a Musalmān terrorist, criminal or criminal minded.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Musalmān Beauties cheating their Musalmān husband haven’t to suffer ever from their guilty conscience. Most of the Musalmīn are thoroughly incompetent for marital responsibilities. They are terrorists, criminals or criminal minded at least. Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wives never regret that they cheat them. They punish them in this way having sex with some worthier Hindu.”

“Nonsense.” Al Mujāhidah Al Islam scolded her Brāhmañ daughter Jāhnavī Dīxit.

What a tragedy.

She had gotten rid of her Brāhmañ husband Brahm Nārāyañ Dīxit.

Yet, his daughter is still reminding her, his peculiar Brāhmañ morals.

Jāhnavī Dīxit did feel light headed and drank down half her iced tea, wishing it was of the Long Island variety.

It was like she’d just stepped into the Twilight Zone.

She couldn’t believe what her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, was suggesting.

Did she really want Jāhnavī Dīxit to go to bed with her stepfather Durgesh because he is a Bachhalyā?

How could she think Jāhnavī Dīxit would do something like that?

What made her think he would do something like that?

Paranoid, Jāhnavī Dīxit wondered if Pop had ever said anything.

She couldn’t imagine it.

Pop would never cheat on her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam,, especially not with her daughter!

“Why do you think he would even do it? Pop would never sleep with me,” Jāhnavī Dīxit said.

Were they really having this conversation?

“We started our Live in Relationship  in the seventies, dear. Your stepfather, Durgesh, and I have had some adventures.”

“Ewww, Ammījān! I don’t need to hear about your swinging days with Pop. Just because you might have been all crazy back in the day it doesn’t mean that Pop wants to sleep with your daughter. Why would you even want him to?”

“You don’t have to make it sound so sordid. It’s not like that. I love and trust you both. It’s not like I’m worried Durgesh’s going to run off with you like Woody Allen. This would be a pure act of love. You would be giving each other something beautiful. Try and look at it that way.”

“What would I be giving Pop?”

“The act of making love.”

“Ewww …”

“Don’t be so squeamish. Your stepfather, Durgesh, is an attractive Hindu man and he’s a fabulous Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties. Everyone knows it now.”

“That’s more than enough information. It’s not about that, Ammījān. It’s just so unnatural.”

“I think it’s perfectly natural, given what you want and the position you’re in.”

“You’ve got a screw loose.”

“Promise me you’ll think about it, Jāhnavī Dīxit. I mean it. You and your foolish Brāhmañ morals! Promise me, or I won’t drop it and if you think you’re squirming now, I’m telling you, I’m just getting warmed up.”

“Okay, okay! I promise I’ll think about it, but I’m sure I’ll just keep thinking you’re crazy. I have never heard such a crazy idea.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit only told her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, that to placate her.

She had no intention of even considering sleeping with her stepfather, Durgesh.

The very idea gave her chills and put her off for days.

She did everything she could not to think about anything at all remotely sexual.

Throwing herself into her work, she tried avoiding any thoughts of even having a baby, but that all changed when one her of oldest friends, who’d been married the summer before, called and said she was pregnant.

Jāhnavī Dīxit did everything she good to sound enthusiastic as she congratulated her friend, but inside her, her heart was breaking.

She was one of the last of her circle of friends to be childless.

Unable to deny herself any longer she spent days scouring the internet trying to find some way she could finance having a child on her own, but the options were not great.

Selling her eggs seemed counterproductive.

She briefly considered selling herself, knowing a high end call girl could make serious money.

She knew she wasn’t a supermodel, but Jāhnavī Dīxit knew she was pretty.

She thought she could earn a pretty penny, but it wasn’t any more than a passing thought.

With no other options, she was forced to rethink her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam’s suggestion.

Jāhnavī Dīxit sat alone in her apartment and was through half a bottle of wine before she could seriously think about it.

Could she really do it?

She supposed she could, really all she had to do was lie back and think of Kuntī, Mādrī, Ambikā, Ambālikā.

They all had sex with Durgesh to get his son for them.

Draupadī had sex with Lord Kr’shñ always but was never married to him.

Instead, she was married with the Pāndavs.

Luckily, the woman did not have to be engaged.

But could her Pop do it?

Could he get it up for her?

She wanted to think no, but then a man was a man.

If they were alone in a dark room, naked in bed and he was touching her he probably would.

He could always fantasize about something else.

If he did have trouble, there was always the little blue pill.

By the time she reached the bottom of the wine bottle Jāhnavī Dīxit decided that not only could she do it, but that she should.

Conceiving a child in love was a beautiful thing.

Love is love, she thought, and there is no stronger love than that between a child and a parent.

And luckily, genetically, Pop was not really her father.

She picked up the phone a dozen times before she finally dialled her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, and even then she could barely get the words out.

Her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, stayed silent and for a fearful Moment.

She was afraid she’d failed some kind of test.

The scant seconds seemed like hours as silence hung on the phone line.

“I have to say that I’m shocked after our last conversation,” her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, replied.

“Oh, God. You’ve changed your mind?”

“No, dear, it’s not that, calm down. I’m just happy that you want to accept the offer. You have to be flexible in life. Brāhmañs are not. To hell with them. I say even Musalmīn are more flexible now than Brāhmañs.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit thought this went beyond flexible.

This would bend anyone until they snapped.

“Durgesh and I have always been concerned that you’re too uptight. I think this will be a great experience for you.”

Her Ammī, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, had always been pretty free.

Jāhnavī Dīxit knew she smoked when she was a teen, which was one of the reasons she wasn’t exactly shocked when her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, mentioned they’d done some swinging.

How she prepared Brahmdév Sharmā to allow Durgesh to fuck his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, while Brahmdév Sharmā got Sidrah Aħmad only in return?

Isn’t Sidrah Aħmad available to every Hindu without any swinging at all?

But Jāhnavī Dīxit did not think it made her uptight that she couldn’t just say yes to sleep with her stepfather, Durgesh.

Did he just say yes in a second? She didn’t really want to know.

“Did you say anything to Pop?”

“Actually, I did. I had faith you would come around and I wanted to give him time to think about it in case you did change your mind.”

“What did he say?”

“He wants to talk to you first, but he’s open to the idea. He loves you and he wants to help you.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit was starting to think her Ammī was seriously warped.

She could see where it had to be done, but how could they be so cool about it?

“I think it’s good that we talk about it. Is Pop around?”

“Why don’t you come around for dinner?”

“I would rather just talk to Pop now.” Jāhnavī Dīxit didn’t think she could do this face to face.

“Hold on, I’ll get him.”

“Hey, kiddo. How are you doing?” I asked when I came on the time.

My voice was deep and gruff.

It had always represented strength to her.

“I’m good.” She was suddenly shy.

“Are you really okay with this? I thought it was pretty out there when your Ammījān brought it up, but if it’s the only way to do this I’m willing to help. I know it’s strange honey, but just keep your mind on the goal. I promise everything will be okay.”

“I want to do it. Do you really want to? I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

“I want to help you and that’s all there is to it. I think you’ll make a great Ammī and I can’t wait to dote on my grandchild.”

Except, she thought, my child will be your son, not grandson.

We talked for a few minutes more and then her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, came back on the phone.

She offered to take care of all the arrangements, which Jāhnavī Dīxit was more than happy to agree to.

It would be so much easier if she could just show up and do the deed.

She wanted it done sooner than later too, before she lost her nerve.

Her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, told Jāhnavī Dīxit to figure out when she would be ovulating and then get back to her.

The rendezvous was set up for a weekend.

Jāhnavī Dīxit naïvely asked her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, why they were to take a weekend away and she gently pointed out that Jāhnavī Dīxit and her stepfather, Durgesh, should have sex as much as they could during that period to maximize the chance she would get pregnant.

She knew her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, was right, but it gave her pause to think this wasn’t going to be a one-time thing.

A friend of her parents had a timeshare in the mountains and agreed to lend it to them for a weekend.

“Make sure you pack some sexy outfits, dear.”

“Ammījān!”

“All I’m saying this that there’s no reason you two shouldn’t enjoy this. And besides, it might help Durgesh.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit was thinking they would be in a pitch black room and she hoped I could be quick, but she agreed to her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam’s request.

When she packed for the weekend she actually let herself have some fun with it, pulling things out of her closet she hadn’t worn in quite some time.

As she readied herself for the weekend she pretended she was preparing for a secret encounter with a special lover, which was really the truth.

I picked her up after work on Friday and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was rigid as she returned my embrace.

I carried her luggage to the car and Jāhnavī Dīxit mostly kept her own counsel on the couple hour ride to the condo.

The timeshare was located in a resort with a golf course, indoor and outdoor pools, a nice restaurant and hiking trails.

It was a beautiful resort and she wished she was more relaxed.

It was good to be far enough away that no one would recognize us and Jāhnavī Dīxit as amused by the looks we drew as we walked through the lobby.

People were looking at her Pop like I was a grand young man.

I never looked more than thirty three now.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was twenty eight.

The perfect Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā couple.

Were we not?

The looks yet continued when we went down to dinner.

We both changed before going down to dinner, taking turns in the bathroom, which was off the bathroom.

I looked handsome in a chambray shirt with a jacket over it and jeans.

I was an attractive man, Jāhnavī Dīxit knew.

One of the reasons the Musalmān Beauties fell for me so much was my exclusive masculine handsomeness also.

She just never thought of me that way.

I wasn’t tall, just about average height, yet my hair was not even thinning now. I’d kept myself in decent shape and exuded a confident Hindu masculinity.

Any woman would be happy to be on my arm.

Jāhnavī Dīxit wanted to look good for me, but didn’t want to go over the top.

It was so surreal picking an outfit her stepfather, Durgesh, would find sexy.

She settled on a short black skirt, a dark blue wrap blouse and heels, which almost boosted her to Pop’s height.

She wore her wavy auburn hair down and while she rarely wore make-up, she put on some blush and lip gloss.

I seemed to enjoy the looks we were drawing as we were shown to our table.

My arm was around her like we were on a date and I kissed her after holding out her chair.

Even our waiter raised his eyebrows when I reached across the table and took her hand, noting that I wore a wedding ring and she did not.

Great, Jāhnavī Dīxit thought.

They must all think I’m the little bit on the side.

“This is a great ego boost for me,” I said, as if reading her mind. “It’s fun to be the middle aged guy with the hot young girl on my arm.”

“Pop,” she replied, blushing. “People think I’m your mistress.”

“Good, let ’em think it. Let’s have fun with it. Come on, don’t look like you’re on your way to the electric chair.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit forced a smile as she ordered a bottle of wine.

We each had surf and turf after I insisted that this weekend was a celebration and we should spare no expense in making it memorable.

Jāhnavī Dīxit, however, had been hoping she would be able to forget it once it passed.

She did loosen up as I made sure her wineglass was never empty for long and she really was having a good time when we shared a molten chocolate dessert.

I spoon fed her and she playfully licked the messy chocolate from the corner of her mouth.

After dinner we left the restaurant hand in hand.

Back in the room I slipped off my jacket and put on some music while Jāhnavī Dīxit went to the bathroom to freshen up.

Her stomach flip flopped as she checked herself in the mirror.

God, she hadn’t even been this nervous when she lost her virginity to me.

Of course, that had just sort of happened.

It wasn’t all planned out like this.

Relax, she told herself.

You can do this.

Just go with the experience.

It’ll be good.

As she regarded herself in the mirror it occurred to her that she wanted me to enjoy this.

She could just lay back and let it happen, but it shouldn’t go that way.

I was doing this for her and she owed me a good time.

She pulled her blouse open a little further, to show off a touch of cleavage, and left the bathroom, determined to be a good lover.

She had to prove that only Musalmān Beauties are not the hottest girls on the globe, as I erroneously think.

“How are you feeling, honey?” I asked when she came into the small living room swaying her beautiful Brāhmañ buttocks.

“I’m feeling really, really good,” she replied, melting into my Bachhalyā Hindu arms. “I want you to know how much I appreciate this. I know this means a lot.”

I brushed her hair back from her face.

“It’s my pleasure, no pun intended. I’ve always wanted you to have everything you want.”

“I know, Pop. I know.”

She closed her eyes and kissed me.

It was firm, but sweet and she opened her mouth, flicking her tongue forward.

It was a good, romantic kiss and she focused on that, not who she was kissing.

My arms felt good around her and when my tongue pushed into her Brāhmañ mouth Jāhnavī Dīxit sucked on it hungrily.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’d always been a sucker for a good kisser and I was very good.

It was surprisingly easy to give over to our kiss.

Jāhnavī Dīxit slipped out of my arms and took my hand, leading me toward the bedroom.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’d left the lights out, but enough light came in from the living room for us to see each other clearly.

Standing there at the foot on the big, queen-sized bed her nerve faltered, but I took right up where she left off.

I held her face in my hands and kissed her.

Her arms went around me and I untied her blouse at the waist and pulled it open.

Slipping my hands inside, I cupped both her breasts and massaged them through her lacy black bra.

Jāhnavī Dīxit had put a lot of thought into her lingerie for the evening.

She realized it was important to look good, but she didn’t want to appear too eager or slutty by wearing something too racy.

For our first night together she just went for a lacy black bra and panty set, which Jāhnavī Dīxit knew she looked good it.

The demi cups sort of presented her perky Brāhmañ breasts, which she thought were one of her best features.

They were a just bit larger than a handful and still nice and firm.

Jāhnavī Dīxit knew she was slightly bigger than her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, and she wondered if I noticed.

I lifted her and laid her back onto the bed.

I shed my shirt while Jāhnavī Dīxit looked up at me with guarded anticipation.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’s heart was hammering and she realized for the first time that she was damp.

She was excited by kissing me and she couldn’t help being a little ashamed.

I shed my pants and then crawled onto the bed beside her in my boxers.

I stroked her hair tenderly and resumed kissing her.

It was strange to explore my body with her hands.

My chest was sparsely covered with graying hair and although I was a hard bodied young man, I was very sexy and masculine.

With her eyes closed she was taken away by our kiss and she could almost forget who she was with.

I was doing my part to distract her by letting my hands freely roam her young adult female Brāhmañ body.

I massaged her breasts, making her swoon, and lightly caressed her belly before moving back again.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’s nipples were thick pebbles, poking right through her bra.

I flicked them with my thumb, making her moan into our kiss.

She really loved it when a man who knew what he was doing played with her breasts and I definitely knew what I was doing.

“Mmm, that feels so nice,” Jāhnavī Dīxit moaned softly when I kissed her neck.

I was caressing the back of her thigh and slowly slipped my hand up under her skirt until I was massaging her extremely beautiful gorgeous soft Brāhmañ ass.

There was just something about my hands.

My every touch was so exciting.

I was kissing my way across her shoulders and then down her chest and she reached back and unhooked her bra.

There was only a Moment’s hesitation before she pulled it away and exposed herself to me.

“You’re so beautiful, Jāhnavī Dīxit,” I said, glancing up to meet her extremely beautiful cooling Brāhmañ eyes just before I flicked a thick nipple with the tip of my tongue.

Her breath caught in her throat and Jāhnavī Dīxit shivered.

I circled her nipple over and over and it hardened so much it ached.

God, she didn’t know if she could stand all this teasing.

I kept teasing her like that until she couldn’t help herself.

She ran her fingers through my hair and pressed my face into her chest.

I kissed her nipple hard, grazing it with my teeth, and attacked it with my tongue.

Jāhnavī Dīxit cried out and gripped me tightly.

While she was distracted by the pleasure pulsing from her breasts, I slid my hand around and cupped her Brāhmañ mound through her panties.

I squeezed, pressing my Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund  between her labial Brāhmañ lips and sliding it back and forth.

She was throbbing down there and whimpered when I touched her.

It was just the right combination of firmness and gentleness to lift her to the heights of ecstasy.

I shifted, lying partially atop her and we kissed again, tongues battling fiercely.

Jāhnavī Dīxit felt my stiff Bachhalyā Hindu Lund lying hotly along her thigh, even through my boxers and barely resisted the urge to grab it.

Jāhnavī Dīxit still feared appearing too eager and was happy to let me take the lead.

While we kissed I still rubbed her young Brāhmañ Choot and she was pushing at my hand, wishing her panties weren’t in the way.

“Wait … you don’t have to …” Jāhnavī Dīxit moaned as I started kissing my way down her young adult female Brāhmañ body once again, this time passing her breasts after a few quick nibbles on us.

“I want to, kiddo,” I replied.

I continued my way down her young adult female Brāhmañ body, pushing her skirt up and out of my way.

I kissed her smooth Brāhmañ thighs as I pried them open and rolled her panties down her beautiful Brāhmañ buttocks.

It just seemed wrong.

Laying back and letting me stick it in was one thing, but this was beyond sex by necessity.

Jāhnavī Dīxit felt guilty for enjoying herself, but not guilty enough to stop me.

I already made her feel so good she couldn’t wait for what was going to happen next.

My extremely hard Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund  brushed her swollen Brāhmañ labial lips and she quivered, spreading wider open.

I planted strong Bachhalyā kisses up and down her Brāhmañ mound before snaking my Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund  between her lips and pushing it more and more deeply.

I reached her quivering Brāhmañ clit and each contact of my strong Bachhalyā Lund  sent shivers of excitement through Jāhnavī Dīxit.

She grabbed a handful of sheets and cried out, closing her smooth Brāhmañ thighs around my Bachhalyā waist.

I kept digging at her quivering Brāhmañ clit and then penetrated it while pushing it into her Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot.

She gripped my Bachhalyā Lund inside her Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot and I penetrated as I made love to her young Brāhmañ Choot.

Her Brāhmañ legs opened and closed, like she couldn’t make up her mind what to do.

Jāhnavī Dīxit tossed her head back and forth, scattering her hair over her extremely beautiful Dīxit Brāhmañ face.

Something about the way I timed my Bachhalyā Lund  and kissing  quickly pushed Jāhnavī Dīxit to the heights of ecstasy and Jāhnavī Dīxit twisted her entire Dīxit Brāhmañ body from side to side, trapping my Bachhalyā Lund  between her smooth Brāhmañ thighs  yet again, as she climaxed.

Loud sobs racked from her throat as her entire being exploded.

I penetrated more and more between her legs, greeting on my entirely buried Bachhalyā Lund, the flow from her excited Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot.

While Jāhnavī Dīxit was still in her post-orgasmic stupor, I slid back on top of her, shedding my boxers.

Jāhnavī Dīxit felt my Bachhalyā Lund heavy between her Dīxit Brāhmañ legs and with one powerful thrust I entered her now finally.

She gasped. God, I felt big! Too long, and I was thick too!

Primed as Jāhnavī Dīxit was, I still stretched her wide open and it might have hurt if I hadn’t so expertly prepared her.

I kept my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund buried in her and she gyrated her beautiful Brāhmañ buttocks, pushing back at me.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’d never been so filled and it felt amazing.

It was like every nerve ending inside her was being stimulated at once.

No wonder her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, was such a happy woman!

Our gyrating together pressed right into her already sensitive clit, building her to a second orgasm instantly.

As Jāhnavī Dīxit cried out I began thrusting in and out of her.

I held myself over her and thrust into her over and over.

I started nice and slow, but as Jāhnavī Dīxit gripped my Bachhalyā Lund  more tightly with her Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot I moved faster.

Soon the bed was squeaking beneath us and Jāhnavī Dīxit wrapped her arms and legs around me, panting passionately,

“Oh yes! Yes! Yes!”

Jāhnavī Dīxit wasn’t a screamer, but Jāhnavī Dīxit was vocal in bed.

“Damn, kiddo! Damn you feel good Jāhnavī Dīxit!”

“Yes, Pop! Oh, yes! Oh … ohhhh … OHHHH POP!”

“Uhnnn … uhnnn … Jāaaahnavīiiiiiiiiiiiii..Dīīiiiiiiiiiiiiiiixit.”

“Pop..my love..my only man I loved ever..You are great…You are really great..Sulochanā was right.”

“Sulochanā?”

“Yes, my friend, Sulochanā Pāŧhak..you told me she fucks you while you sleep.”

“She is crazy, dear. I’m already sixty three. She is twenty eight only as you are.”

“No, Sulochanā Pāŧhak isn’t crazy. I was crazy. You are excellent Durgesh darling. How can any wise girl have another relationship with you except that you are her man and she is your woman? You are not made for another relationship with womankind. Ahhhhh. Excellent…Ahhhh.”

I fucked her wildly damn caring for the time passing continuously.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was urging me constantly to fuck her more and more.

Bachhalyā Piyā you are made for Jāhnavī Dīxit. To hell with our age difference..to hell with our another relationship except this we are enjoying with each other..”

We didn’t know for how long I fucked Jāhnavī Dīxit nonstop.

Ultimately I buried my face in her shoulder and was grunting loudly as I lost it, embedding my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund as deep as I could while I unleashed my Bachhalyā load.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was locked around me tightly and kept working those muscles down below like Jāhnavī Dīxit was trying to drain every last drop from me.

Before my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund deflated, Jāhnavī Dīxit came one more time from our grinding together, a slow orgasm that flowed over her like warm water.

Jāhnavī Dīxit sighed contentedly and kept wrapped around me, which also kept my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund trapped inside her.

“That was amazing, Pop. Wow,” Jāhnavī Dīxit cooed. Caught in the afterglow, thoughts of how taboo our act was were pushed from her mind.

“Maybe you should call me Durgesh when we’re doing this, Jāhnavī Dīxit,” I said, kissing her Dīxit Brāhmañ lips.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was thoughtful.

“I can try, but I don’t know, it would feel weird calling you by your first name.”

We looked at each other for a second and both burst out laughing at the absurdity of her statement.

Our laughter turned to affectionate kisses, which in turn led to passionate kissing.

Gradually, I stiffened inside her hot, moist young Brāhmañ Choot and we started moving together once more.

Jāhnavī Dīxit held onto to me while kissing frantically as I moved in and out of her.

Jāhnavī Dīxit let out a cry of surprise when I suddenly rolled us and Jāhnavī Dīxit was on top, with my Bachhalyā Lund still inside her.

Jāhnavī Dīxit moved tentatively at first, even though Jāhnavī Dīxit liked being on top almost as much as Jāhnavī Dīxit loved it from behind.

But as I filled her Jāhnavī Dīxit abandoned her fears of being too eager and started riding hard up and down on my Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund, her skirt flowing down to cover our joining.

I held her breasts in hands, massaging them and lightly twisting her nipples as Jāhnavī Dīxit rode me faster and faster. J

Jāhnavī Dīxit cried,

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

It was just so unbelievably good, like I was made to fit perfectly inside her.

Jāhnavī Dīxit exploded with another consuming orgasm, this time arching her back and curling her toes.

Jāhnavī Dīxit fell forward and into my Bachhalyā arms.

I laid her on my chest and then grabbed her beautiful Brāhmañ buttocks, fucking her back and forth on my Bachhalyā Lund.

I grunted and Jāhnavī Dīxit cried out every time my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund slammed home, her Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot.

Jāhnavī Dīxit had no idea how long I used her young Brāhmañ Choot like that, but then Jāhnavī Dīxit felt me cumming inside her for a second time.

My second load added to my first and I held them both inside her with my unique legendary  Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund.

“God, I love you, Pop, more now I mean.” Jāhnavī Dīxit moaned dreamily.

“I love you too, kiddo. More, I too mean.”

Jāhnavī Dīxit rode that fine line between true sleep and wakefulness.

It was like Jāhnavī Dīxit was wrapped in a warm, fuzzy blanket and Jāhnavī Dīxit wanted to stay in that content place forever, but simply pleasant feelings began to rise to true pleasure and that pleasure had a definitive source.

Warm, sticky pleasure flowed from between her legs and as that pleasure intensified it pulled her from dreamland.

“Ahhh …” Jāhnavī Dīxit moaned softly, eyes still closed. Jāhnavī Dīxit revelled in the humidity that rose from between her legs and she did not think at all about why Jāhnavī Dīxit felt so good or who was causing it.

It wasn’t until those questing fingers tweaked her quivering Brāhmañ clit that her mind came fully awake.

In an instant, everything came rushing back to her, where Jāhnavī Dīxit was, who Jāhnavī Dīxit was with and how intrinsically wrong it all was.

Just one night together couldn’t make her completely comfortable with that fact that Jāhnavī Dīxit was sleeping with the stepfather who’d practically raised her and that we were doing it specifically to impregnate her.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’d agreed to do it, but Jāhnavī Dīxit was not really okay with it, even after the incredible nonstop sex of the entire previous night.

And it really was incredible sex.

Jāhnavī Dīxit could have dwelt on all those conflicting thoughts and feelings all morning, but those fingers on her Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot really were distracting.

“You’re awake,” I whimpered, my breath hot on her neck.

I kissed her there and Jāhnavī Dīxit settled back against me, feeling my thick hard-on nestle between her buttocks.

Jāhnavī Dīxit realized Jāhnavī Dīxit was still naked from the night before.

Jāhnavī Dīxit never slept in the nude.

Tilting her beautiful Brāhmañ buttocks back for a better angle, I pushed my Bachhalyā Lund once more inside her and slowly moved it in and out while striking her g-spot.

I also kept pressure on her quivering Brāhmañ clit with my thumb.

It was so wonderful.

No man had ever touched her in quite that way before and Jāhnavī Dīxit couldn’t contain her whimpers of pleasure.

Jāhnavī Dīxit rubbed her extremely beautiful gorgeous soft Brāhmañ ass back into my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund and could hear how wet Jāhnavī Dīxit was as I kept working her with my Bachhalyā Lund.

I slipped my other arm around her and lightly caressed her breast, just barely pinching her puckered nipple.

Jāhnavī Dīxit reached back between us and found my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund.

It filled her hand and Jāhnavī Dīxit worked it in time to my Bachhalyā Lund  pumping into her young Brāhmañ Choot and felt my sticky pre-cum leaking onto her warm skin.

“Oh God, Pop,” Jāhnavī Dīxit moaned. “God, that is amazing.”

“I want to feel you cum, Jāhnavī Dīxit. Let it go, kiddo.”

“Ohhh Pop … Ohhh … God …”

It wasn’t like Jāhnavī Dīxit needed the encouragement.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was so close already and the feelings were so intense that Jāhnavī Dīxit climaxed within seconds.

Jāhnavī Dīxit tightened her grip on my Bachhalyā  Hindu Lund as everything inside her tightened up and Jāhnavī Dīxit squeezed her extremely beautiful cooling Brāhmañ eyes shut.

Even as her orgasm jolted through her, I kept rubbing her Dīxit Brāhmañ Choot and Jāhnavī Dīxit thought Jāhnavī Dīxit might melt into a little puddle.

Jāhnavī Dīxit reluctantly pulled herself from my arms and turned to face me.

She pressed her young adult female Brāhmañ body to my Bachhalyā male body, feeling my shaft rubbing her slick lips, and kissed her hard, tongue thrusting.

I reached between us and tried to press my Bachhalyā Lund inside her, but Jāhnavī Dīxit stopped me.

I had selflessly made her climax twice now and Jāhnavī Dīxit wanted to return the favor, even if it was counterproductive to the cause.

It felt so strange to just be taking pleasure from her stepfather, Durgesh, like this, or to think of giving it back.

We were supposed to be together to procreate, not to enjoy ourselves, even if her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam, had encouraged us to have fun along the way.

“Let me take care of things,” Jāhnavī Dīxit whimpered and slid down my body.

Jāhnavī Dīxit lovingly kissed the tip of my Bachhalyā Hindu Lund and eased me onto my back.

I tasted strong and masculine and Jāhnavī Dīxit thought Jāhnavī Dīxit could taste a hint of our coupling from the night before.

I groaned and shifted on the bed, running my fingers through her thick, sleep tousled hair.

Jāhnavī Dīxit sucked me deeper and deeper and massaged my heavy Bachhalyā balls.

Jāhnavī Dīxit had to stretch her Brāhmañ mouth wide and focus on breathing because Jāhnavī Dīxit was not used to sucking off someone so large.

Jāhnavī Dīxit shuddered, thinking about how good that thick Bachhalyā Hindu Lund felt inside her.

It was tempting to climb up and mount me again, but Jāhnavī Dīxit kept her mind on the task at hand.

Jāhnavī Dīxit kept going until her nose was buried against my crotch and then Jāhnavī Dīxit really worked me with her hungry Brāhmañ mouth, sucking hard until Jāhnavī Dīxit had to come up for air.

“Damn, kiddo, you are so good at that. Your Brāhmañ mouth feels so good around my Bachhalyā Lund,” I grunted.

Jāhnavī Dīxit winked at me.

“That’s why Bachhalyā Brahmkanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī couples are so much praised in our entire history. We are made for each other, Bachhalyā Piyā.”

My compliments made her beam.

Jāhnavī Dīxit always thought Jāhnavī Dīxit’d been good at giving head, but it made her proud to hear my approval.

Jāhnavī Dīxit couldn’t help but wonder how Jāhnavī Dīxit compared to her Ammījān, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam.

Did so many more years of experience make her better?

Jāhnavī Dīxit felt competitive.

Jāhnavī Dīxit wanted to give me the best blow job I’d ever had, even better than her Ammī gave me.

Jāhnavī Dīxit sucked hard and moved up and down my Bachhalyā shaft, slurping away and when it felt like her jaw would fall apart Jāhnavī Dīxit felt my fingers tighten in her hair.

I did not force her head down, but Jāhnavī Dīxit kept me in her Brāhmañ mouth, knowing I was about to erupt.

“Jāhnavī Dīxit, I’m gonna cum,” I warned.

When Jāhnavī Dīxit did not stop sucking me, I blasted away and my thick Bachhalyā load jetted into her Brāhmañ mouth.

After we’d done it two times the night before Jāhnavī Dīxit couldn’t believe I still had so much Vīrý in my balls.

Jāhnavī Dīxit swallowed and swallowed, but my Bachhalyā  cum still leaked from the corner of her brcmouth.

Jāhnavī Dīxit wanted me to know Jāhnavī Dīxit wanted to taste me.

Jāhnavī Dīxit kept sucking and licking my head until Jāhnavī Dīxit’d drained me of every drop.

When I went flaccid somewhat, Jāhnavī Dīxit snuggled up into my Bachhalyā arms.

“Kiddo, that was pretty incredible, but you didn’t have to do that,” I said, and then shocked her by kissing her full on the mouth.

Jāhnavī Dīxit’d never been kissed like that.

Jāhnavī Dīxit took it as a sign of my extreme love for her.

“I wanted to do it. I want to make you feel good, Pop. I want you to get something out of this weekend too.” Jāhnavī Dīxit realized Jāhnavī Dīxit meant it.

Jāhnavī Dīxit was finally accepting that this weekend was not just about knocking her up.

“Well, thank you. Feel free to do that whenever you want.”

I was rubbing her extremely beautiful gorgeous soft Brāhmañ ass and Jāhnavī Dīxit felt my hand sliding lower.

Jāhnavī Dīxit thought I might want to go again, but Jāhnavī Dīxit really wanted to shower and clean up.

Jāhnavī Dīxit rolled away from me and said,

“Not right now. I need a long, hot shower, Bachhalyā Piyā. We’d continue after that. Please!”

“Okay Mérī Jān.” I smiled.

Chapter 12

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam