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The chief of police interfered now.
“I hope I don’t have to take you into custody for disturbing the peace, Ma’am.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled ironically.
“What a fool you are. You think I came here without anticipating your illegal dirty conspiracy with Muħammad Ůsmān? You idiot, I have an anticipatory bail already against your potential illegal arrest.”
The chief of police was startled.
“Never thought of it?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sweetly, “We know you scoundrels even more than you think. We are prepared for your every illegal attack whatsoever. You fatheaded nincompoop, I know you more than you think. You are just a shill for these gambling houses. I respect the honest police officers. But I know Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim have you right in their hip pockets. What do you think, I’m a damn fool that doesn’t even know the criminal activities of Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim were not possible so arrogantly without your dishonest illegal support to them? You don’t dare to hiccup unless Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim give you permission. Don’t tell me what I can do and what I can’t do!”
“You are using loud and profane language in a public place, Ma’am.” The chief of police said, “If you continue to make abusive statements of that sort in public, I’ll have to take action, despite your anticipatory bail even.”
“Sure, go ahead. For your kind information, damn fool, we have set hidden video cameras here transmitting everything to the media and your higher authorities. Oh, never anticipated that? I know. We have immense faith in your stupidities. I haven’t moved into profanity yet. I’m getting ready to, however. Believe me, dumb ass, when I do that I use some very biting adjectives, and a few nouns that may startle you. You…”
“Just a minute,” I interrupted, “Perhaps I can be of some help here.”*
Muħammad Ůsmān said sweetly.
“Sure, you are most welcome. It was impossible the scriptwriter hasn’t written any dialogue for himself too. Go ahead.”
I ignored him totally, as if Muħammad Ůsmān wasn’t anybody there.
“Ma’am, I think it might be better to control yourself. You never need to let some cheap crooks debate with you. It is somewhat a humiliation for a lady like you. Why make a personal demand while there’s a legal remedy available? I think a written demand made in a more formal manner through an attorney would do you better.”
Muħammad Ůsmān eyed me scornfully.
“Just keep fucking us innocent Musalmīn’s extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies you are good at. You aren’t any attorney any more. You have exploded the entire law you knew once, in the form of your dirty Hindu semen into the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunts of our extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Through an attorney? Haha! You know as well as I do that when a guy loses money gambling, he can’t get it back.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid laughed.
I smiled cunningly.
“Can’t he, Muħammad Ůsmān? Are you sure?”
Muħammad Ůsmān laughed sardonically.
“You are damn right, my wife fucker, my sister in law fucker, he can’t. Even if the game was crooked, he can’t. He was engaging in an illegal activity and—”
“Careful,” Al Nādir Al Haibat interposed, “Let us put it this way, Muħammad Ůsmān. There are certain contracts that are against public policy as far as the law is concerned. It’s against the policy of the law to raise those activities to the dignity of legitimate business enterprises. Therefore, the courts are not open to persons who have participated in those activities.”
“Never mind all that double talk,” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Let’s give it to the multi-millionaire lady straight from the shoulder. Tell her despite her multi millions she can’t get a dime back legally. Durgesh has sweet-talked with her trying to seduce her. She must see herself in the mirror. She is an ever-irresistible Musalmān Beauty for the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu. He has fooled her talking with her immensely sweetly making her daydream, just to fuck her too as he is fucking the other Musalmān houseladies that are immensely beautiful. We sympathize with her.”
“That’s right, ma’am.” Al Nādir Al Haibat said with his toothy smile, “I know you are a successful businesswoman. But Durgesh is the most successful Muslimātchod Hindu in the entire history of humankind. He is an ever-incurable Musalmān Beauties fucker, beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker. He has such immense incredible ever-incurable communal obsession to fuck our otherwise decent Musalmān houseladies that are beautiful. You can easily understand how things are in this regard. A person can’t sit in on a game at night, trying to win money, and then come back the next day and say that the activity was illegal. He wants the money back that he’s lost. If he could do that, he would keep all of his winnings, and then whenever he’d lost he’d recoup his losses. Now, Muħammad Ůsmān is in a legitimate business and—I hope our Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Prince Charming, Durgesh, hasn’t fucked you already by talking sweet to you and making you daydream.”*
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sarcastically, patronizing, feigning sympathy.
“You really think your beautiful Musalmān houseladies are as stupid and you Musalmīn are as powerless, as incompetent that Durgesh always succeeds to fuck your Musalmān Beauties, your beautiful Musalmān houseladies despite their inherent chastity and your entire efforts to keep them chaste?”
“Of course, ma’am, that’s what this Anant Muslimātchod Hindu is. You don’t know him exactly.”
“Are you really a damn fool or you are trying to pose yourselves so?”
“The Musalmān Beauties and your beautiful Musalmān houseladies are not as vulnerable as you are trying to pose them, neither you Musalmīn are as powerless.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “The fact is exactly contrary to what you are trying to present. The Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies that are Durgesh’s Live in relationship Partners and beloveds, are frequently interviewed by entirely unbiased, honest and sincere journalists. They tell different stories entirely.”
“A large number of them were framed in first degree murders due to different reasons. Durgesh fought their cases, exposed their conspirators, sent them to jail. The relatives of those conspirators defamed those Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies with Durgesh, even while there wasn’t any such thing anywhere. Durgesh successfully fought the cases of defamation of character on their behalf and was rewarded large monetary compensations even.”
“You mean Durgesh doesn’t have any sexual relationship with our beautiful Musalmān houseladies and Musalmān Beauties?”
“Of course, Durgesh has. Yet they are consensual relationships, not conspiratorial or communal as you claim. You losers are either jealous of Durgesh or yourselves communal trying to defame Durgesh, those Musalmān Beauties and those beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Yet their bonds with Durgesh is as much stronger that the more you tried to defame them the more they loved each other.”
Muħammad Ůsmān and Al Nādir Al Haibat looked at each other.
“Durgesh has already successfully fucked her too.” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Forget to save her from the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu scoundrel. No benefit in locking the stable after the horse is stolen.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid laughed curtly.
“I hope you’d prove in a competent court what you are accusing us of when we fight the case of defamation of character against you.”
Muħammad Ůsmān and Al Nādir Al Haibat were furious.
They were suffering from such wrath that they were incapable even to speak.
“They’ve rigged up a deal on my comparatively not so smart husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said, “They had already got him for something over five thousand dollars. I wasn’t willing to let even that ride. Why should I? Al Wājid Al Muħammad promised me that he wouldn’t do any more gambling, but they started in easy last night and lured him into the game. Then they started to take him. Al Wājid Al Muħammad thought his luck was bound to turn and stayed with it and—”
“He could have won,” Muħammad Ůsmān said sympathetically, “if he wasn’t thinking of your unfaithfulness, ma’am. Al Wājid Al Muħammad was immensely afraid of you that you would cuckold him to you and Durgesh in the same manner as my wife Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah has cuckolded me to herself, Durgesh and her younger ever smart sister Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah that kidnapped Durgesh and raped him.”
“Well, I think you ever doubtful Pseudo Musalmīn really deserve that.”
“I see.” Muħammad Ůsmān said curtly.
“Despite Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s constant advocacy that Pseudo Musalmīn never deserve us Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives’ innocent faithfulness, we should join her Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement, establish her ever dreamed of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, I never succumbed to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. But Al Wājid Al Muħammad never respected my loyalty to him despite his countless shortcomings. He is after Al Taufīq Al Zāhid.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid grimaced.
“Even if Durgesh hadn’t obliged me, I’d never appreciated your husband. I sympathize with him that he thinks you are cheating him for Durgesh.”
“That’s only a pretense for his gambling and infidelity to me for you.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “The bastard knows very well I don’t have any clandestine extramarital affair with Durgesh or anyone else. He has ill influenced my daughters even. I think Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is correct. The bastards like Al Wājid Al Muħammad really deserve to be cuckolded. My daughter, Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid…”
Al Nādir Al Haibat said gravely.
“Anyway, there you are, ma’am. Your husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad, was trying to win. If he had won, he’d have pocketed his winnings and both of you would have been very satisfied this morning. But he didn’t win, so…”
“So I want the money back,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said. “The game was crooked.”
“You can prove that?” Muħammad Ůsmān asked ominously, threateningly somewhat.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid watched Muħammad Ůsmān scornfully,
“You are damn right, I can prove that. What the hell for do you think I’ve retained Durgesh professionally? However, I don’t need to prove it. You know it was crooked. Everybody here knows it was crooked. You aren’t running this place on the square. Don’t be silly.”
“Those are the words that would lay you wide open to a claim for damages,” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “I suggest you be more careful, ma’am.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled triumphantly,
“All I know is that Al Wājid Al Muħammad has last something like fifteen thousand dollars here within the last few weeks and I am not going to stand by and see him robbed until he is legally my husband. It affects not only his, but also my reputation too as well, adversely. Now, are you going to give him the money back or…”
“Definitely, absolutely, positively not!” Muħammad Ůsmān interrupted firmly, “Your husband doesn’t get back a nickel. Moreover, in view of what you’ve just said, and the scene you’ve created here, Al Wājid Al Muħammad doesn’t even get back inside this place. I’m leaving orders with my Årab doorman not to admit him.”
“That’s very nice of you,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sarcastically, triumphantly.
Muħammad Ůsmān was as fuming as he didn’t notice even the sarcasm in her immensely scornful voice.
He continued irately,
“If you’d come to me as a lady and told me that you didn’t want your husband gambling here, Al Wājid Al Muħammad couldn’t have got in last night. However, you never said a word about it. Al Wājid Al Muħammad came and went just any other person and he gambled. He’s a good poker player. He knows what he’s doing but he just happened to have a run of bad luck last night. That’s all there was to it.
“Nevertheless, now you’ve said you don’t want Al Wājid Al Muħammad gambling here, that’s good enough for me. We won’t ever let him sit in another game.”
“Ma’am, I think that’s fair enough.” Al Nādir Al Haibat said, “If you didn’t want your husband gambling, I’m quite certain that Muħammad Ůsmān wouldn’t have wanted him sitting in on the games. I don’t think you ever said a word to Muħammad Ůsmān about not wanting Al Wājid Al Muħammad to gamble. After all, he’s been trying his best to win. You don’t have any legal recourse and…”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid put her hand on my hand.
“Are you sure you’ve taken my case against this crooked outfit?”*
I assured her, pressing her hand.
“I’ve already told you my strategy. Don’t worry. They charge me that I fuck beautiful Musalmān houseladies as my fee to save them from everything against them whatsoever the hell it may be. Nevertheless they never charge me I don’t protect them.”
“That’s right, ma’am,” Al Nādir Al Haibat interposed sarcastically, “If you’ve let Durgesh fuck you, you can commit any crime including first degree murder even. Durgesh would never let you punished. That’s guaranteed. Durgesh has already saved hundreds of beautiful Musalmān houseladies who committed first-degree murders of their Musalmān husbands/mankind. Every one of them is now Durgesh’s highly respected Live in relationship partner. Even the Supreme Court has declared them innocent. Their other Musalmān mankind were framed successfully by Durgesh and serving lifetime sentence or have gone to gas chamber.”
I was suddenly startled.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid’s extremely beautiful right Musalmān hand suddenly slipped and, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, it was on my Uncut Hindu Lund without any previous ultimatum.
“Thank you,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was suddenly rock hard.
Nevertheless, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid didn’t remove her palm from there.
I smiled triumphantly at Al Nādir Al Haibat.
“Thank you, counselor. I’m immensely grateful to you. Your false charges on me have compensated me with an immeasurably extraordinary compensation.”
Al Nādir Al Haibat had fallen as if from seventh sky.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid squeezed my Hindu erection once more.
Despite I was already fucking Al Taufīq Al Zāhid; I put my left hand around Al Saåīdah Al Wājid’s beautiful Musalmān waist, pulled her to myself and kissed her on her red crimson welcoming lips.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid returned my kiss immensely indebted to me.
Her arms were suddenly around my neck.*
Everyone, it seemed, was staring at Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.
For Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad it was frightening to see that in each person’s eyes, without exception, there was registered a look of horror.
Within thirty minutes, the group, grown larger from the arrival of other members of the Board of Directors, had assembled in the Conference Room.
They stood now in a semicircle, with an opening in the center for two still photographers and two television camerawomen representing the press pool, clustered around the long dark mahogany table.
Once, while waiting, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had asked Al Jalāl Al Tayyab if she had any person more whom she might wish to have witness the ceremony.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab confirmed my arm around her waist, smiled proudly at her husband, Al Zahīr Al Muħammad, and replied confidently.
“Certainly not. If Durgesh is with me, it’s more than even optimum for me.”
Al Zahīr Al Muħammad felt himself immensely insulted.
Yet, he knew he was too powerless to do anything.
Once, minutes ago, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had beckoned to Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad and Al Hilāl Al Tayyab and demanded Al Qur’an Al Karīm.
Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad brought the copy of Al Qur’an Al Karīm and gave it to Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.
She still couldn’t believe her Bhābhījān, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, was now the Chairperson of Islamic Chamber of Commerce.
The more Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad hated her Bhābhījān, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, the more Al Jalāl Al Tayyab progressed.
Allah, won’t she ever be punished for what she had done to Al Zahīr Al Muħammad, Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad’s ever loving, ever careful, real elder brother?
Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad found herself still standing next to Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid leaned against the high backed leather chair bearing the tiny brass nameplate:
‘Vice President, Islamic Chamber of Commerce’.
No, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid wasn’t herself Vice President, Islamic Chamber of Commerce.
It was Muħammad Ůsmān still now.
A gambler, a criminal, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid grimaced.
She still could not believe they let it happen.
Allah, how these miracles are taking place after all?
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has successfully established Democracy in Saåūdī Årab.
The entire Muslim World couldn’t stop her.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was too shrewd to be defeated by even entire Muslim World.
Entire Non-Muslims supported him, despite his daughter’s so arrogant behavior with the Non Muslimahs.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan openly wanted to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
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Al Nadīm Al Quddūs drove around the corner, backed up in a driveway, turned the car, came back to place it against the curb, and switched off the motor.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus swallowed my Uncut Hindu Prick into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt once more and looked at Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
Why the hell doesn’t Al Nadīm Al Quddūs divorce her?
Can’t he understand Al Safiyah Al Ghaus would never come back to him now?
Is he one of the damn fools enough that can adjust with their cuckolding even, because they can’t manage to separate and antagonize their extremely beautiful ever smart richer Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife?
Most of the Musalmīn are managing now with their cuckold status to their Musalmān wives and Durgesh/their Musalmān wives’ Hindu lover(s).
Because their Musalmān wives can blackmail them now successfully more than they could before?
Because their Musalmān wives are now richer and more resourceful than their cuckold Musalmān husbands, and their cuckold Musalmān husbands can’t win them in any way?
She controlled however herself and smiled at Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
“I’ll give it to you in a nutshell, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. You can figure what must have happened. In the first place, my brother in law, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, was so afraid of us…”
“Us?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said scornfully, “So afraid of us? Never.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at him,
“He was.” She said, “He was so afraid of me, at least, that despite Durgesh’s every assurance, he never agreed to continue as it was. Neither he wanted even his son, Muħammad bin Qāsim, to stay where I could reach or watch him.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at me, then he looked at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus again,
“Your new husband, Durgesh, planned it all?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs wanted to humiliate Al Safiyah Al Ghaus by calling me her new husband.
But she was Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, too far inaccessible to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
She cooed, instead of feeling humiliated.
“Thanks for calling Durgesh my new husband. I love it.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs gritted through his teeth.
“You are right.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled energetically, “Durgesh had everything all planned, down to the smallest detail. He had even instructed Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim not to sneak any of their clothes out of the house so they could have a dry change.”
“Why?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked bitterly.
“Elementary, my dear Watson,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus winked at him, “because both of them were insured and the insurance companies were going to make a thorough investigation.”
“Even if they pin it on Al Zohrah Al Bittol and Al Taufīq Al Fatimah?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her incredulously.
“No matter what they do.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was enjoying her theory, “The insurance companies are going to look into the thing. A huge amount is involved in both the cases separately. The murder stories in both the cases are improbable as hell. If in their investigation, they find anything that looks like collusion, conspiracy, their fat will really be in fire.”
“I don’t get it.”
“It’s this way,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “As far as the police are concerned, they are perfectly willing to make murders out of it. It’s Ved Nagar. The police are managed by Ved Nagar administration already.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs laughed,
“You are forgetting that Ved Nagar isn’t confined to India only. It has infinite levels, both visible and invisible. Every level here is divided rigidly by a horizontal layer of fifty square miles of Hirañý metal, utmost hardest metal ever found by humankind, resting upon some countless steel girdered pillars.”*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cunningly,
“I am not forgetting anything, my child. Your Ammī, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, wasn’t born yesterday. Just listen to your Ammī and appreciate. The insurance companies have extended their branches everywhere. Haven’t they?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus,
“What do you mean?”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim are criminals/criminal minded Musalmīn. They hadn’t acquired their billions through legal means.”
“I don’t agree with you.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said heatedly.
“As if I still care what the damn you do.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said acidly.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her, but he was too angry to her now, to respond.
“The insurance companies act somewhat different from the police.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said shrewdly, “The police investigate murders while the insurance companies are always afraid of a collusion between husband and wife. In both the cases the wives of the victims are involved. Al Zohrah Al Bittol is Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s wife, even if she is on anticipatory bail and the police can’t arrest her. Al Taufīq Al Fatimah has her husband’s duly signed affidavit that she is not responsible for his murder. Someone was implicating her already, deliberately, even when Muħammad bin Qāsim was alive. In fact, there must be some finicky Pseudo Musalmīn who didn’t want her to appear in the porn movies she was adamant to do with Durgesh. She married Muħammad bin Qāsim on that condition. Moreover, it was also a condition that Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had to direct that porn movie. By staging their fake murders Muħammad bin Qāsim has got rid of making that porn movie for his wife, Al Taufīq Al Fatimah, with Durgesh as her leading hero, and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has got rid of to direct it.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled,
“I have already written the entire screenplay of the movie and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim had already paid me fully for the same.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled bitterly.*
I kept silence.
There was no use in interfering.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was enjoying that she had compelled Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim, both, to run away from her ultimately, despite the fact that I was personally helping them.
“The first thing the insurance companies do is to start looking around for collusion.”
It was as if a solo performance for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Even Al Nadīm Al Quddūs wasn’t interested in criticizing her any more.
He had realized its futility.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan with her.
And apparently it was her victory now that both Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim had run away.
She was already the Conservator.
Until now, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had won the battle for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus even against me.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was sure it could not be the final.
Durgesh was certainly playing some deep game.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was also worried.
“Our ever cunning Hindu husband can’t be that dumb, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.”
“You are right, Naåīmah,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said worriedly, “Durgesh can’t be that dumb.”*
Neither it was easy to get conservatorship nor to maintain it.’
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was in Durgesh’s Live in relationship now.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had certainly learned how to protect his extremely beautiful niece’s interests.
“I know now that they were schemers.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd told me, “But it’s too late now.”
“Nothing is too late ever.” I pushed my ever utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock into Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd’s comparatively too young ardent Musalmān Cunt, “keep your thinking positive always. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim told me everything, yet he slipped somewhere in acting on my scheme exactly as I told him. Otherwise Al Safiyah Al Ghaus could never had been appointed conservator by a court of justice.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd kissed me on my Hindu male lips.
Despite there were so many problems, she was confident now that she was safe.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, her dangerously beautiful step Ammī, had succeeded in blackening her ever pious, ever sacred character before her Abbū’s eyes, but her uncle, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, understood Al Safiyah Al Ghaus very well.
She was a gold digger.
It was soon known that Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā had appointed Al Safiyah Al Ghaus the conservator.
They got their order from Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā.
The order appointing Al Safiyah Al Ghaus as conservator for the estate of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was made when Al Safiyah Al Ghaus qualified with a bond with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s help, and immediately proceeded to take charge.
“All right,” I looked at Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, “I happen to oblige Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā’s secretary.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled,
“She has her boyfriend cheated? I never knew.”
I smiled cunningly.
“It’s always a matter of impulse, Al Hudā. Her boyfriend couldn’t provide her such a legendary unique sex that I can. She loves her boyfriend very much. They are soon to marry each other too. But on the impulse of the moment, a very single moment, Al Kubrā Al Qur’an found she was absolutely alone with me. She grabbed my Penis. I never refuse to any lady when she needs me to that extent.”
“You fucked Al Kubrā Al Qur’an?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī’s beautiful Musalmān eyes brightened, “wow, I never knew. She always criticizes you.”
“Well,” I kept smiling cunningly at Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, “There are so many young ladies who keep criticizing me, yet whenever they themselves get a chance, they never miss it. They always fuck me belligerently and then call it only an animal surge. An exception to their normal life. They say I am too greatest a temptation to resist if there’s a chance.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī laughed,
“The bloody ever hypocrite bitches. Never miss any chance to fuck you, yet never equally miss any chance to criticize you too that you must not surrender to every sexual demand from the women on impulse. Hahaha.”
I kept smiling,
“Let them have their own kind of fun, Al Hudā. Ultimately they are not harming me even a bit. Let them fuck me whenever they can, and criticize me when they don’t.”
“You mean they are actually jealous of us, your other lady friends who enjoy sex with you, not clandestinely?”
I tolerated the obvious,
“Al Kubrā Al Qur’an stays in Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā’s chambers until twelve thirty. Ring her and find out if Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā hasn’t any important appointment at one thirty. I want to see him personally on this conservatorship matter. If he doesn’t have any legal problem to meet, I want to see him personally before he goes on the bench this afternoon. Tell him it’s very important.”*
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā came bustling into his chambers.
“Hello, Durgesh, the greatest…”
“Nonsense,” I smiled.
“Well,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā laughed, “I don’t agree with you. It’s a fact whether you admit it or not, out of your courtesy, that you are the most important person now. The Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act is being opposed by some communal Brāhmañs, being represented by yourself.”
“Cut it,” I raised my hand, “your United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations have snatched away the Swayamvar right of your Brahm Padminīs. You have actually surrendered to Bhr’gu Kālchakrānsh, Bhr’gu time slot, without fighting with it. Padminī Bhārgav hasn’t any right whatsoever…”
“I am a Judge, Durgesh. I am not a law maker. I am only a responsible citizen of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations . If my Creations decides that no Brahm Padminī is any more for anyone except you, it’s all right with me. If I don’t like Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act, well, I am free to leave United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. Am I not?”
“Your Brahm Padminī wives…”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā raised his hand,
“They are not my wives any longer. They are Brahm Jagdambās now, please! Every Brahm Padminī who the heck ever she is, now is your wife constitutionally if she is a citizen of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. If she doesn’t want it, well, she can surrender her citizenship to United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations anytime she damn chooses, anywhere. Nobody is snatching away her Swayamvar right. No, never. I don’t agree with you. I agree with the Constitution of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations, as it’s amended to the benefits of its subject.”
I watched him scrutinizing.
“Okay,” I said at length, “I’m sorry to find that you have more faith in my ever communal Bhārgav wife, Padminī Bhārgav, than you have in me.”
“I respect you very much. But sorry, I have my constitutional obligations too.”
“I am surprised. Haven’t you any self-respect that…”
“Enough,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā raised his hand, “if we don’t have any other subject to discuss, will you please excuse me? I have many cases on my calendar to hear.”
“Okay, let’s discuss a conservatorship case then.” I said patiently, “I think perhaps I’m going to appear before you, in your court, on a contested matter. I don’t want to jeopardize your position or mine by discussing the case itself. Yet, I do want to get some history and, if possible, find out the reasoning back of an order you made in the case.”
“I see. What’s the case?”
“The matter of the Al Muħammad Al Qāsim conservator.”
“Why, I handled that just a couple of days ago.”
“I know you did.” I said gravely.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā looked at me shrewdly,
“You think there is anything wrong with the case?”
I looked at him impassively,
“Let’s not either of us discuss anything except the history, nevertheless, I would appreciate your thinking.”
“I doubt it.”
“I beg your pardon,”
“You never appreciated my thinking on Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.”
“Should we again indulge into…”
“I’ll discuss any guardianship matter anytime,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā said, “In those cases, the Court wants all the information it can get.
“Mind you, I don’t want you to tell me anything you feel should come before me by way of evidence in a contested matter. Nevertheless, I’m certainly willing to tell you how I felt.”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā’s eagerness to hear me in this case, yet not even a bit in Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act, made me suddenly all alert.
So, Padminī Bhārgav had played a deeper game this time than I anticipated from her?
She had provided extremely beautiful Musalmān wives to every Brāhmañ that lost his Brahm Padminī wife to me due to Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act.
She did it successfully because she did it in collusion with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
They both got advantaged in this way.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had succeeded in deputizing her almost infinite Musalmān agents, ever loyal to her and her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, in United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations .
Padminī Bhārgav had found an ever loyal friend in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
The Brāhmañ citizens of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations found ashvinātam sharīr yantrs for them.
They had got rid of their ever dominating Brahm Padminī wives too, for ever, without divorcing and paying any alimony whatsoever to them.
What was the harm in playing law abiding citizens and sacrificing human being too?
Were they not compensated financially too, optimum?
I controlled myself.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā was telling me continuously, *
I was all attention now.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is an old man.” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā said, “He is confused. There is no question about that, he was incoherent.”
I didn’t contradict him.
It was neither the proper place for it, nor proper time.
It was the only relevant thing now to know about what the legal conspiracy was actually Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was facing only because he wanted to help Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus didn’t.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was excited.” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā said, “He was emotional. Apparently he had made a check for ten million dollars to some young woman who had been living in the house with him.
“When we get a combination like that, we figure that something needs to be done. I appointed a conservator on a temporary basis only, with the statement that the Court would review it at any time any additional facts come up.”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā stopped talking and looked at me,
“You feel that you have some other facts?”
“Sure,” I said.
“No problem,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā smiled affably, “The order is subject to review with additional facts. Tomorrow morning at ten too early for you to present your facts?”
“I think not,” I myself smiled.
“I am not going to ask to have Al Muħammad Al Qāsim brought into Court. It may upset him, the Court hearing, I mean. I’ll take a look at any additional facts that are presented and then if I want to amend, suspend, modify the order I made, I’ll do it. That suits you?”
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The dawn was cold and chilly.
Yet, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus didn’t need any coat around her.
My nonstop back and forth penetrations into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt were providing her enough heat she needed to face the cold and chill.
The automobile slid to a stop.
“What’s first on the program?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus surveyed the apartment house standing on the silent residential street, as though waiting for the warm morning sunlight to bring it to life.
“Like a sleeping horse standing on three legs with his head down.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled, “Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, you can’t believe the neighborhood is jammed with people.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs watched her sarcastically.
“Another hour you’ll see curtains going up, smell the aroma of coffee, see the people dashing down the steps running for the streetcars.”
“I wish I were certain we had an hour.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “Well, there’s only one thing to do. Find out first where Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd’s apartment is and next where her garage is.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
“That garage business may be tricky, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.” He suggested protesting what she had implied, “some early riser may be looking out of a window and…”
“I know.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said.
“It’s not a good idea to take chances that way.”
“I see.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “What do you suggest instead?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs thought for a second then he admitted reluctantly somewhat.
“I’m darned if I know. But if we contact the police…”
“And if the police asked the proof?”
“We are trying to get proof so that we can provide the same to the police if they asked for it.”
“There is no other option.”
“Why not wait?”
“Water,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said dryly, “has the habit of evaporating. I want to take a look at that automobile before the cushions have had a chance to dry out.”
“All right,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs surrendered ultimately, “If you feel that way about it, let’s go. Every minute makes things that much more dangerous.”
We left the automobile, walked up to the apartment house.
By consulting the directory Al Safiyah Al Ghaus found that Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd had apartment 786.
As we turned back to the car, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said,
“Now, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, you take the car, and drive up the driveway. We’ll pretend that we are looking for a stall to put the car in. If there’s any trouble, we can claim that some friend told us we could use her garage for a couple of days because she was going to be away.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said sarcastically,
“Sure. And then if they ask us about the friend and where she lives, it will be just another one of those things.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at him scornfully,
“We’ll just have to talk fast and try to talk our way out of it. If you don’t want to cooperate…”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs went back to the automobile, started it, backed into a half turn, then drove slowly up the driveway.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus and I walked ahead of Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was my nude glorious mare now on her knees and I was fucking her from her gorgeous behind.
The driveway went around to the back of the apartment house, where there was a large cemented yard flanked with garages.
“Begins to look better.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “Look the garage doors even have the numbers of the apartments on them.”
“And padlocks.” I smiled.
“We’ll leave that to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. What a husband is good for if he can’t pick a lock for his wife, once in a while.”
“Isn’t that breaking and entering?” I asked innocently.
“It is.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus admitted, “I believe it’s a felony. Even I wouldn’t do it for a million dollars if there were any other way.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs brought the car to a stop, climbed out, and looked at the padlock.
“I don’t like it, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.” He said bitterly.*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus pushed her exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks back into my nude Hindu male lap, swallowed my Uncut Hindu Prick entirely into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, contracted her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock, and looked at her husband, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, contemptuously,
“You don’t think I care any more what the hell you like and what you don’t. Do you?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs too looked at his wife venomously,
“I am more prudent now than I was when I married you.”
“That’s better.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said bitterly, “Got those skeleton keys handy?”
“Oh sure,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said, “I am not a damnfool that I give you one more chance to destroy me. It’s your funeral now, not mine. I don’t love you any more. Go ahead if you really think you can outwit Durgesh even.”
“Got those skelton keys?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus asked him coldly.
“Yes, they are in the car.”
“Get them for me.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus ordered him emotionlessly.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs pointed out smirking.
“The windows of those back apartments look out here in the court and…”
“My damn fool husband,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said sneeringly, “the longer you talk, the more chance there is someone will hear the discussion and look out to see what it’s all about. This is no time to get weak kneed. You know now very well you were never my destination when I married you. You were my stepladder only.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs wasn’t stunned even for a moment.
He laughed bitterly.
“I wasn’t in love you myself, bitch. I wanted to fuck you only. And I have done it now to my heart’s content. I damn care now if you fuck Durgesh or a black thief even.”
“That’s all right. It was a bargain then. You were after my body and I was after your money. We both got what we wanted to have. Now, why the hell are you trying to protect me still now as if you are still my husband? You are not. You were never my husband, moreover. You were only my stepladder and I’ve reached my destination now. Durgesh is my destination, you stupid. Why the hell don’t you understand?”
“I don’t understand?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs laughed sarcastically, “I don’t understand? I suspected you bitch, right from the beginning that you were after my money, not after me.”
“I don’t have all the time in the world now.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said contemptuously, “You love a female animal body only as any male animal does. Durgesh doesn’t. Durgesh loves Beauties with brains. That’s why Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan successfully defeated her Ammī Nafīsah Salmān in Durgesh’s sex life. I have to show Durgesh that I too have brains, not beauty only, if I want to gain some respect from him in our sex life. I have to go ahead as though I own the joint and we are just putting the car in for the night. Get me those keys.”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs walked back to the glove compartment of his automobile, reluctantly took out the bunch of skeleton keys handed them to Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, said,
“These are the padlock keys.”
Then he walked over to the door, stood so that his body shielded the large bunch of keys from any casual observer who might be looking out of any window whatsoever.
In fact, there was a great temptation for him to turn back to the automobile, and disassociate himself from what was going on.
But he could not do it.
Despite what he said, he still loved the treacherous Musalmān Beauty.
Yes, he suspected Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was using him as a stepladder.
But even then he could have her amazingly exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body until she needed him as a stepladder at least.
After all, what was there to lose?
It took five keys before Al Safiyah Al Ghaus found one that would open the padlock.
The lock clicked back.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus calmly opened the door.
We moved inside of the garage.
After a moment, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus called Al Nadīm Al Quddūs sneeringly.
Her voice was exaggeratedly sweetest.
In fact, she cooed actually.
“My dear utmost wise husband, would you kindly oblige me to come here?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs hesitated a few moments, then reluctantly entered the garage.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had opened the sedan doors.
Now, she was feeling the seat cushions and the carpet on the floor.
“Look at this rear cushion, wise guy.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said sarcastically, “doesn’t that feel damp to you?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs put a reluctant hand on the cushion.
“The left side.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said.
“It feels sort of damp.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs admitted.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus frowned thoughtfully.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled ironically.
“That’s right. You frown thoughtfully because you have yourself too realized now that it would have been soaking wet if your theory was right.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus immediately searched through the automobile.
Disappointment appeared on her face.
“Clean as a hound’s tooth, ma’am.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs announced triumphantly.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said thoughtfully.
“I guess I’m off on a wrong trail. The only thing to do now, is to get out of here fast. Hang it, Allah, I can’t get over that damp place in the seat of cushion. What the hell could have caused it?”
“I damn care.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said triumphantly, “Nevertheless, if it had been what you thought, it would have been wetter than that.”
“I’ll be damned.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said thoughtfully, “Let’s take a look at the motor temperature.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus clicked on the switch and looked at the electric gauge.
“Cold as a cucumber.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs laughed.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus flicked off the switch.
“Okay, I guess I’m licked. Durgesh has played some still deeper game, deeper for me at least.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs chuckled.
I kept smiling only.
I didn’t comment.
“I guess, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd could have used another car.”
“Well, there isn’t any evidence here to back up your theory.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus watched him scornfully.
“The tragedy is that if it isn’t here I don’t know where I have to go to look for it.”
“All right,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said bitterly, “let’s get out and do our talking afterward. I never liked this idea in the first place.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs started for the door.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus made a quick final survey of the garage.
Suddenly she said,
“Hell! Look here.”
Her voice was suddenly filled with triumphant excitement.*
I was riding Al Samīnah Al Qāsim once more.
We had fucked since in countless sex positions.
No doubt she couldn’t make with Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
He was a righteous man who believed sex was not actually a virtue for men.
The men, if they were really righteous, must control sex.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim needed enormous sex instead.
“Abbū and I both think it’s just a joke someone played. You know Ammī now even more than Abbū and me, I think. She swears that it was my picture in the frame when she was doing the packing, but Ammī gets excited when we travel. You see, Zāherah Ħusayn and I look alike, even if Zāherah Ħusayn wouldn’t admit it. Ever since I started traveling, people in restaurants and night clubs have been staring at me, nudging each other and whispering.”
“You might capitalize on it. A stand in or something.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim didn’t know then what her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, had planned actually.
We were half through breakfast when Al Samīnah Al Qāsim’s Ammī, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, approached us.
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim deliberately left us and went to her stateroom as soon as she saw her Ammī.
She wanted to give privacy to her Ammī, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, with me.
It might be Al Nāsirah Al Karīm wouldn’t talk freely in Al Samīnah Al Qāsim’s presence.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan tried to stop Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.
“Nonsense. Your Ammī, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, is an ultramodern Musalmān lady. She wouldn’t have been a Trillionaire if she were so backward.”
Al Samīnah Al Qāsim squeezed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s hand.
“I know my Ammī more than you do, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. She isn’t a Trillionaire when she deals with her children. She is an Ammī then.”
“Al Nāsirah Al Karīm,” I looked at her, “I have some information for you.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm kissed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan on her cheeks.
Yet she grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis too and squeezed it appreciating it.
I smiled, squeezed her still gorgeous rich Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm kissed me on my lips.
I hugged her.
“Can you tell me now?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm glanced dubiously at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
“You have to decide it.” I smiled, “It’s your family secret, not mine.”
“It’s all right.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “I can understand. Excuse me, please.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm held her wrist.
“It’s all right, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. I may need you too. Please, stay with us if you don’t have another work more important to do.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, squeezed her arm and assured Al Nāsirah Al Karīm that she was staying.*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked resignedly.
“Now what the hell is it?”
“Over here.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus ordered him curtly, “Quick.”
The tone of her voice brought Al Nadīm Al Quddūs to her side immediately.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was bent down over a dark corner that was under a workbench.
“What the hell is it?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked impatiently now.
He had lost now all his patience.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus straightened.
She was holding an army blanket in her hand.
“Feel this.” She ordered Al Nadīm Al Quddūs scornfully.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs felt of it, then whistled.
“Soaking wet.” He exclaimed.
“And look under here too, wise guy.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus bent over and picked up a pair of men’s shoes.
“These,” she said curtly, “were directly under the blanket.”
The shoes themselves were soaking wet.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was stunned.
“You win,” he said involuntarily incredulously, “Allah, by gosh. I’ll hand it to you.”
“Himmat-e-mardān madad-e-Kħudā.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled triumphantly.
“Correct it appropriately.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs laughed, “Himmat-e-åuratān madad-e-Kħudā.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed too.
“Well, what do we do?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked, “Take the evidence?”
“No.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled, “We put everything back the way it was, get out of here, and let the police make the discovery.”
“Do you think they will?”
“They will after we get done with them.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cheerfully.
“Just put them back the way you found them?”
“Yes, but first look on the inside of those shoes.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus instructed her husband elatedly, “See if there’s a manufacturer’s name. See if you can get his size.”
“Do you want to read me the letters that are on the inside here? I’ll write them down.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus cheerfully picked up the shoes, held them so the light shone down on the figures that were stamped on the lining.
She read off the numbers and the name of the manufacturer.
“Nothing to show the retail store that sold them?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked.
“Nothing.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “Just the shoe. Eight and a half B as I interpret the meaning of these numbers. However, we’d better check up with a shoe man on that.”
“And get out of here,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said.
“Okay,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “put the shoes back.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs put the shoes back, put the wet blanket over the shoes.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was the first out of the garage.
I was the last.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus locked the door of the garage.
Once more Al Nadīm Al Quddūs shielded with his body what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was doing so that no one in the apartment house could see Al Safiyah Al Ghaus wiping fingerprints off the padlock with a handkerchief.
I helped Al Safiyah Al Ghaus into the car, then climbed myself pulling her on my lap, sitting on the seat.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus straddled on my Uncut Hindu Penis facing me.
“You really think the police will find it?” suddenly Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
“Oh sure.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled, “It’s not Durgesh that forgot to remove them from the garage. He isn’t that careless. It’s either Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd or Al Muħammad Al Qāsim himself.”
“Can’t it be a bait?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs suggested.
“Bait? For me?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“They can’t harm me now any more as I can’t harm them.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said gravely, “Moreover, they know it very well as I do myself.”
“Then why are you trying to harm them?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled ironically.
“Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd wants to revenge me. I have to see she never succeeds. It’s my legal right. Isn’t it?”
“Well, how can you blame Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd? You’ve broken her home. Hadn’t you?”
“Well, that’s the point.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled, “She blames me for it. She justifies herself. She isn’t cured even now. Until and unless Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd doesn’t stop justifying herself and blaming others for her failures she is open to be harmed either by me or by someone else.”
“Okay. What about my younger brother Al Muħammad Al Qāsim?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked her bitterly.
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Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim looked at me scornfully.
“I could never imagine, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd could give you excellent sex enough to protect her uncle, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, and her cousin, Muħammad bin Qāsim, to this extent.”
“Neither could I.” Al Lubnā Al Qāsim said scornfully too.
“He is only an Uncut Hindu Penis, nothing else.” Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim said, “He can do anything to fuck Musalmān Beauties. And if some extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies are available in a Musalmān household, Durgesh can conceive and stage any bloody legal hocus pocus to protect that entire damn Musalmān household.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Vikram Bachhalyā and Pratāp Bachhalyā.
They kept silence.
None of them tried to say anything.
“Won’t you say anything?” Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim shouted at both Vikram Bachhalyā and Pratāp Bachhalyā, “Does a Bachhalyā brain act only when the Bachhalyā Lund visits a Brāhmañ Cunt? Not, when it visits a Musalmān Cunt?”
Al Lubnā Al Qāsim laughed ironically.
“Our ancestors used to say that we Musalmīn would have also converted entire India into Islam. But the Hindus successfully deceived us by telling us the Brāhmañs are the brain of the Hindus and the Rājpūts are the arms of them. Actually it wasn’t a fact at all. The Brāhmañs were only the ostensible brain of the Hindus and the Rājpūts were only the field warriors. The real brain of the Hindus were the ever indomitable Bachhalyās. The Hindus always kept this war secret successfully to themselves only.”
Vikram Bachhalyā and Pratāp Bachhalyā smiled.
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is outlining her theory only. She hasn’t produced any facts in support of her wildest theory until now.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
Her back and forth movements of her glorious Musalmān buttocks were being increased more and more, swallowing my ever increasingly lustful Uncut Hindu Penis entirely into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“My dear brother in law, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, competently protected by his ever efficient Hindu son in law, Durgesh, then slipped out of sight to drift along the side of the ship, pounding and hanging against the sides. He couldn’t be certain otherwise to waken witnesses. After all he had to disappear afterward, hadn’t he to?”
“You mean he used a rope for hanging and pounding to attract the attention of witnesses?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked his ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
“There are so many persons who have seen a rope on the deck that disappeared afterward.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cunningly, “I was too one of them.”
“And how could you manage it?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was sarcastic.
“I could manage it, my dear husband, because I suspected him ever since he met Durgesh. I used our Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad to follow your younger brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, nonstop continuous.”
“Because you are interested in his billions?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said bitterly.
“Why not?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said shamelessly, “Isn’t he your younger brother? Didn’t you help him ever in building his business?”
“If I could help him, I myself would have been a Billionaire.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said bitterly.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus ignored his comment deliberately.
“Let me hear more about the rope.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said sarcastically, “What does the rope have to do with it?”
“You are one of the most successful script writers in Ved Nagar Film Industry.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said, “Can’t you yourself imagine it? Your younger brother had to go overboard, falling in a rather peculiar way. Then he had to be where his wife, Al Zohrah Al Bittol, would see him when she reached the bow of the ship. There’s quite an overhang on the bow of the ship that’s built along those trim lines. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had to be certain that the current couldn’t sweep him away until after Al Zohrah Al Bittol had seen him. Moreover, in addition to that, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had to be where he could have one hand out of the water and fire a gun. He had to be sure it went off. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim couldn’t afford that gun to get wet or have the barrel filled with water. He had to drop off the ship in such a way that he could keep his right hand out of the water until after he’d fired the shot.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs watched his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife outlining her theory how I could have helped Al Muħammad Al Qāsim in escaping from his ever greedy relatives.
“And you mean that accounts for the rope?” His voice had appreciation now for his ever smart wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, despite the fact that he hated her now more and more.
Well, she was brilliant after all.
“Sure.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said enthusiastically fucking me herself vigorously now. “The best way to have done all that was to have looped a twenty foot rope over the bow of the ship. Then when Al Muħammad Al Qāsim leaned over the side, he could manage to fall in just that particular manner.”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t believe his own wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, was such a brilliant Musalmān Beauty.
She was describing in detail how could have I saved his younger brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, she was so against of.
He forgot she was fucking me.
Her exquisite gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks were filling my nude Hindu male lap again and again.
My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis was vanishing into his extraordinary smart extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with her glamorous bottom’s every back and forth motion.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, your younger brother, could hit the water with a splash. He’d have hold of the rope with his left hand and the gun would be held in his right hand.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said ironically, “He’d fire the gun then let go one end of the rope down with him. Then he only needed to kick himself up the current and the confused motions of a wounded swimmer would keep him in just the position he wanted until he looked up and saw his wife, Al Zohrah Al Bittol, looking down at him. Then he could drift along the side off the ship.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs murmured to himself involuntarily.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was a swimming champion in various swimming clubs’ swimming contests. Durgesh planned knowing his capacity of swimming fully.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“There you are my dear husband.”
“I’ll be damned.”
“He decided to die to get rid of us. But when a person dies, there are certain formalities that have to be taken care of before he’s marked dead officially. Someone has to see the body and identify it. Durgesh used Al Zohrah Al Bittol, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s wife, for it. Her anticipatory bail had already been taken to protect her. Everything in the planning is so efficiently taken care of that it almost bears Durgesh’s signature. No one except Durgesh could have even conceived this plan. It’s so legally perfect. Isn’t it?”
Everyone present there looked at me with immense appreciation in his/her eyes for me.
I smiled non-committal.
There was no use in contradiction.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was too obsessed with her logic.
The others were too impressed by her reasoning.
“You see why Durgesh’s ship itself was chosen for it. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim could practice his ostensible murder in this way more efficiently than with another ship/yacht. Durgesh has been known for his unique ship for years now. The pictures of his ‘yacht’ have been published already in all the yachting magazines. If Al Muħammad Al Qāsim could get aboard this ‘yacht’ and leave Durgesh himself to do the explaining to the police… Get it, my dear husband?”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her gravely.
“I’m beginning to. But even if it was so, what’s wrong there Durgesh has done? Al Muħammad Al Qāsim wanted to get rid of us. He is authorized to do so. You haven’t done anything so far in his favor. You always did everything against him and my daughter Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim didn’t want our interference in his life any more. Well, he was authorized to do so.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at him furiously.
“You are a damn fool. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim knew very well he could never in the world have got a dime out of Durgesh until the escrow was closed. Durgesh would have demanded a quitclaim deed from Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim jointly, then given them an order on the escrow. Therefore, by playing it this way, and leaving the case wide open, Durgesh convinced Al Muħammad Al Qāsim to feel certain the true facts would never have been even suspected let alone uncovered.”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her sarcastically.
“Can you prove anything of this wildest theory of yours?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled approvingly.
“That’s the point. When Durgesh, the legal wizard, plans something it’s not easy to find some hole in it.”
“But,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled cunningly, “it’s a legal problem we have to face. If we can’t establish what you have theorized so skillfully, what’s the hell use of your such a wonderful interpretation of the facts?”
“I know,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus contracted her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Penis, “the proof lies in the fact that your younger brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, couldn’t do it without an accomplice. He needed someone to help him out. Someone, who was camped downstream with a rowboat anchored out of the deep channel but where the current was strong. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim must have kicked past the side of the boat, then gone on downstream, swimming under water, come up to the surface, quit swimming, turned over on his back and floated until he saw the signal of his accomplice on the rowboat.”
“Signal?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t deny he was appreciating his enormously smart wife mentally, despite his every effort to hate her.
She was brilliant.
She was smart.
But, so was almost every Musalmān Beauty he met until now that fucked Durgesh either or Durgesh himself fucked her.
Does Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund inject wisdom, prudence and smartness even in a Musalmān Beauty when he fucks her?
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t believe it was even possible.
“Sure,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus answered him, “probably a shielded flashlight.”
Allah, she had answer to every question.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus continued.
“Then Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, your younger brother, climbed aboard over the stern of the rowboat. His accomplice promptly cut loose from his anchor and silently sculled, rowed, paddled, propelled or canoed the boat to shore where they had an auto waiting.”
“Theory again.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs objected, “I was asking of proof.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was as obsessed with her theory as she didn’t even pay any attention to what Al Nadīm Al Quddūs had said.
She continued to say in her enthusiasm.
“They’ll be working according to a tight little schedule. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim will be on an airplane headed for some Islamic country or perhaps some place in Mexico.”
“Sure. He has his numerous friends there. Hasn’t he?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs murmured.
“You have a point there.”
“Do you know who is his accomplice?”
“Hell, no.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs grimaced.
“Your lovely, now again extremely beautiful ex-wife, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus exploded her bomb shell.*
Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd turned the canoe, sent it swiftly to the exhausted Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
“Get in.” she said, “Climb in over the bow so you don’t upset us.”
“Thank you, Bhābhījān.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said in an entirely exhausted voice.
It wasn’t easy to reach the canoe without coming in the eyes of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement Musalmān lady commandos.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was very harsh on Criminal/Criminal Minded Musalmīn.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was now Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s faithful friend.
Of course, Durgesh was with Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, but even then, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd and Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd were no match for Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s extraordinary Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female intellect.
Well, he wasn’t sure still whether Muħammad bin Qāsim could hold the fort successfully now, behind him.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim glanced over his shoulder to look at Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd and me, a swift, desperate appraisal.
Then, he raised his right hand, then left, then catching hold of the bow with both the hands, one on each side, he raised himself with a powerful thrust of strong Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān arms.
He came over the bow, sliding along to lie momentarily flat on his stomach, kicking his legs clear of the water.
“I hope Al Safiyah Al Ghaus Bhābhījān’s Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement’s ever dangerous Musalmān lady commandos haven’t seen me.” He said breathlessly.
“Āmīn.” Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd said.
“ÉVmastu!” I also said, “Tathāstu!”
“I don’t think even now, it’d be easy to establish that I’ve been really murdered.”
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan would never leave any stone unturned to prove the contrary.” Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd said pushing her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks back in my nude Hindu male lap.
My Uncut Hindu Penis again vanished entirely into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim rolled over with a swift lithe motion, doubled his knees in under him, pulled down his wet dress and gasped.
Even then he didn’t fail to notice that I was paddling like hell.
He couldn’t decide whether my Uncut Hindu Penis was vanishing fast into his Bhābhījān, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd’s, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt or I was paddling fast.
His followers had flashlights.
Everyone of them were trained commandos after all.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was now Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was paying a large fee to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement.
Even if Durgesh was against the movement, Shankar Mahāpralayankar was with them.
The questing beams of the flashlights circled out over the dark waters.
One of the more powerful flashlights caught the canoe.
I promptly ceased paddling, kept my back turned, my face down and said to Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
“Keep your head down.”
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim obeyed instantly.
From the direction of my ship, came the sputtering sound of a motor, then a choking back fire, followed by a sudden roar of staccato explosions.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was instantaneously alert.
“Allah,” he said, “they are prepared for everything. Al Safiyah Al Ghaus Bhābhījān has perhaps anticipated our every move already. They have got one of the speedboats going. We have to reach quickly to our other yachts there.”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is right Durgesh.” Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd said, “Give it everything you have. Quick. We can’t afford to let them catch us here.”
“That’s why I proposed speedboat myself. But you insisted on canoe.”
“Speedboats make noise.” Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis by her vaginal muscles, “Hear yourself.”*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
“My dear husband, I’ve instructed my reliable detectives from Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement to scrutinize the passengers who go out on airplanes. I want them to cover the morning outgoing trains at the depot. I want detectives to comb the river bank and see if they can find some trace of Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd who rented a rowboat/canoe. Above all, my dear husband, if the scheme worked out according to schedule, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim must have changed from his wet clothes to dry clothes in Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd’s automobile. I want to get hold of her automobile and see if we can find Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s wet clothes. That’s why I’m in a hurry and that’s why we have got to work fast.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs didn’t say anything for a moment.
Then he smiled.
“You think Durgesh hadn’t anticipated already what you can do? He hasn’t already checkmated your every possible move? Well, my dear wife, then you don’t know Durgesh properly, even while he is fucking you.”
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“What’s your proposition, Muħammad bin Qāsim?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was terse,
“I haven’t any.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was still watching his wife’s gorgeous Musalmān ass that had swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Prick to the hilt.
“Sitting tight sometimes doesn’t pay even a dime.” I smiled at Muħammad bin Qāsim still enjoying my Uncut Hindu Prick buried entirely into Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s perfect Musalmān ass.
“Let me see it myself.” Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed cunningly.
“You have a hundred thousand dollars at stake, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan turned to Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, “HVSI Group of Companies has authorized Durgesh and me to sign a compromise with Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company on its behalf. Since Durgesh is a blind supporter of us Musalmān Beauties there are some shareholders in HVSI Group of Companies who wanted the agreement to be signed by me too.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah grimaced.
“Bosh and nonsense. If Durgesh were really supporting us Musalmān Beauties blindly, he would never have opposed your Seven Movements, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I can’t believe there are such fools among the stockholders of HVSI Group of Companies who credited you more than Durgesh even.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed sophisticatedly.
“Who the hell is asking you to believe me, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah? Never believe me, if you don’t want to. Nevertheless it doesn’t change the legal status of the agreement that it must be signed by both of us. I’m representing Musalmān Beauties stockholders of HVSI Group of Companies.”*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus started back and forth motion now enjoying the anal sex she needed very much.
Right from the beginning, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus knew very well she wasn’t a normal woman.
But are the most of the other women normal?
They are hypocrites actually.
Both the men and women are hypocrites actually.
At least most of them certainly are.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is not a hypocrite at all.
That’s why they criticize her so much.
They criticized Al Safiyah Al Ghaus for her love for anal sex.
But the fact was it was only her fantasy.
She tried to do it with her first husband.
He called it a sin and refused her to oblige.
She had laughed.
“You can’t do even what is not a sin for you, Iqbāl. Can you?”
Muħammad Iqbāl was stunned.
He couldn’t believe his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife was telling him sophisticatedly that he was not competent in sex.
What a shameless woman!
“Muħammad Iqbāl, your sisters suck Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis. Isn’t that a sin? They compel Durgesh for anal sex with them. Isn’t that a sin too.”
Muħammad Iqbāl laughed ironically.
“I never knew Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, my shameless sisters are your ideals. You always criticized them. It was natural consequently, for me, to think you don’t have such a sinful desire.”
“I say you are not competent even in what you think moral sex.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said patiently.
She never knew it could lead Muħammad Iqbāl to suicide.
Hell, the idiot could have divorced her instead.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was her second husband.
But he was too a hypocrite.
Most of the persons, men and women both, are hypocrites.
They praise other hypocrites.
They never praise an honest and sincere person.
Durgesh is the third man in her life.
But he is perfect.
He invaded her anal virginity without any infinitesimal shade of guilt.
What a man.
What a perfect man.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Sometimes, half a loaf is better than no bread, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah. Sometimes a poor compromise is better than a good lawsuit. Now then, Muħammad bin Qāsim, what’s your proposition?”
Al Taufīq Al Fatimah looked at her husband.
Was Durgesh right?
Is Muħammad bin Qāsim really trying to frame his own murder on her?
Had he really married Al Taufīq Al Fatimah on impulse?
Now, his ambition to have her as his wife is fulfilled, he is repenting his ‘wrong’(?) decision taken on an impulse?
Is he really trying to kill two birds with a stone?
“Give me ten percent of what Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is getting.”
“Ten thousand dollars?” Muħammad Ůsmān shouted, “Are you crazy?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“It’s a hundred thousand dollars deal. HVSI Group of Companies is paying one hundred thousand dollars to Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah for that island. Why can’t I get ten percent of it for signing a quitclaim deed?”
“That’s too much.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly.
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled bitterly.
“To me, it is ridiculously small. I think there is oil on the island.”
“What do you say?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. “He isn’t the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company any more, you are.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at his wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim immediately held her head high and said,
“Prañav , I think Muħammad bin Qāsim is right. We deserve at least ten percent of what Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is getting from HVSI Group of Companies. Our quitclaim deed is necessary for HVSI Group of Companies to get proper title on the island.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“I agree with my wife.”
“Nonsense,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “I advise Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī to pay four thousand dollars for your quitclaim deed. Take it or leave it. Take it and then step out of the picture.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim stiffly shook his head.
“Okay,” I smiled disarmingly, “I will instruct the escrow holder to accept a certificate of title, subject to the provisions of an outstanding oil lease. I don’t think Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company has any leg to stand on. I think I can get an injunction prohibiting you setting foot on the island.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled cunningly.
“Jījū, you may get the injunction but it won’t become final until after it has gone through the Supreme Court.”
I smiled sweetly.
“No problem, Sālé Miyān. I think HVSI Group of Companies has enough money for that. More than you can even dream of. You would have to sell so many of your companies to meet the legal expenses for it. We have enough idle money to meet such unprecedented legal expenses. I don’t care how long the litigation takes. Just so I keep you off the island.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was still smiling cunningly.
“Suppose I win it?”
“You let your legal department prepare an opinion on that. If their opinion collides with your opinion, go ahead and take any legal steps you may see fit. I’m very much inclined to go ahead and complete the deal.”*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Penis in her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass very much.
How lucky she was.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is really her best friend.
As soon as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan knew about the sexual fantasies of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had smiled.
“How communal are you, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus?”
“What do you mean?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus couldn’t follow Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
“Muħammad Iqbāl was your first husband. Wasn’t he?”
“Yes, sure.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at her quite perplexed.
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs is your second husband.”
“You have already married twice.”
“Nothing. The point I am getting at is you married both the times Musalmīn.”
“So what? Isn’t it natural? I am also a Musalmān. Therefore…”
“Not natural.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cut her short, “Most of the extraordinary Musalmān Beauties, as beautiful as you are, would have preferred a Hindu husband instead of a Musalmān husband again, once she had the bitter experiences from a Musalmān husband.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was brilliant enough to understand what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was suggesting.
“Is it possible?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus sighed incredulously.
“To make anything possible the first necessity is to self-hypnotize that it is possible.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled ingeniously.*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in awe.
“To self-hypnotize.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at her splendidly.
“And if it is impossible?”
“Nothing is impossible in the world, you fool. What do you think, was it possible for me to get a Hindu husband who had self-hypnotized himself that he was my stepfather?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was dumb founded.*
She pushed her gorgeous buttocks back in my nude Hindu lap and swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Penis once more into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
“My brother in law, my dévar, has paid Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband, to protect himself and his family from me and my supporters. Can’t you understand Durgesh has staged a show to pull the wool over our eyes as well as on the eyes of the law?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her incredulously.
“You mean Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is alive?”
“Durgesh can’t afford to let him murdered on his own ship.”
“And the shot fired from the revolver?”
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, if you are not yourself playing a part in the play, why the hell can’t you understand? There’s only one person who could have fired it.”
“Who?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at his extremely beautiful wife skeptically.
“Your younger brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
“You mean he shot himself?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked furiously.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed enjoying the nonstop back and forth movements of my extremely rigid Uncut Hindu Penis in her brilliant smart Musalmān ass.
“Not himself. He just fired one shot in order to establish his fake yet still legal death. Our legal wizard, Durgesh, planned his legal escape in this way from us. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had already fired one shot out of the gun that he left on the dresser for the wife to bring when Al Muħammad Al Qāsim telephoned her. Now then, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my younger brother in law, had to work his timing just right. He had to wait until he saw Al Zohrah Al Bittol coming along the deck. As soon as he saw Al Zohrah Al Bittol there, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my younger brother in law, thoroughly coached by Durgesh, thoroughly rehearsed even, because it is Durgesh’s own ship, had to ‘struggle’ and ‘sway’ in a peculiar manner and then topple overboard. Am I right, Durgesh darling?”*
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Penis out of her Musalmān ass until only its head was inside then penetrated it once more so forcefully that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus couldn’t help except to jump.
But I had already anticipated her reaction.
I jumped with her too, penetrating her entirely.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah I’m dead.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus screamed in extreme anal ecstasy, “The hell you don’t love anal sex. You are wonderfully and absolutely amazingly expert in anal sex too. Allah, you are killing me. I can’t bear it there any more. You Hindu scoundrel.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus suddenly pulled away her ass, positioned the tip of my Uncut Hindu Penis between her quivering throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and thrust.
My Uncut Hindu Penis vanished into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt entirely now.
“Fuck me in my Pussy now, okay, you Hindu rascal? What the hell were you after? Rip open wide my ass itself? Naughty naughty.”
I laughed and continued fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus now in her Musalmān Cunt.
Yet, she continued to tell her theory about what I had done.
“Then Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had to fire a shot and be in such a position that just as Al Zohrah Al Bittol leaned over the bow of the ship, Al Zohrah Al Bittol would look down and see Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim even call Al Zohrah Al Bittol by her name so that there could be a positive identification. Remember our legal wizard, Durgesh, never leaves any legal loophole. When he wanted to support and protect Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and his family from me and my supporters Durgesh did it a perfect job. No loopholes anywhere whatsoever.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim, Vikram Bachhalyā, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, Pratāp Bachhalyā everyone looked at me as if I were a ghost.
Only Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was smiling with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Even Al Zohrah Al Bittol and ACP Suraiyā Jamāl were looking at me dumbstruck in awe.
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Al Safiyah Al Ghaus suddenly let my entire Uncut Hindu Penis come out of her extremely beautiful Musalmān Cunt.
I was surprised.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah advanced to take my immensely anointed Uncut Hindu Penis into her Musalmān mouth, but Al Safiyah Al Ghaus again beat her.
She pushed her gorgeous Musalmān bottom back again.
I suddenly understood what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was after, but it was too late to stop her.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus positioned my Uncut Hindu Penis between her glorious ardent Musalmān ass cheeks and pushed back with her entire strength.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was immensely lubricated already.
It entered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass to the hilt.
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus!” I said immensely surprised, “Are you crazy?”
“Squeeze my boobs, please!” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus winked at me.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs suddenly realized what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was doing with me.
He jumped immediately and shouted,
“What the hell?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“You don’t have any objection if Durgesh fucks me in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. Isn’t it? Now, what about it? Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund is visiting deepest your wife’s gorgeous Musalmān ass now. Come on, watch yourself.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was dumbfounded.
He could not believe his own eyes.
But, yes, it was true.
It wasn’t any bloody nightmare whatsoever.
Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund was really inside his wife’s exquisite immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, buried to the hilt.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was enjoying it there proudly.
“W…w…what do you want?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was suddenly full of tears.
He could not believe he was really weeping.
It was immense humiliation.
He could not believe he was cuckolded ultimately by his own wife he loved more than himself.
“Come on, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, you have already licked my extremely beautiful Musalmān Cunt after I had an orgasm. Haven’t you? Come on, clean it once more.”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t believe Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was asking him to lick her cunt and clean it.
Yes, he had done it so many times before, but not because he loved to lick her cunt.
It was a compensation to her actually that he could not make her to have an orgasm while fucking her.
He offered her to bring it by licking her cunt.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs had succeeded too.
He could not fuck her to have an orgasm, but he could lick her to have an orgasm.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had charged him that he was semi impotent.
His cut Musalmān nūnī didn’t have the proper strength to make her have an orgasm, but his tongue was superb.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had laughed.
“How many cunts have you licked, cunt licker?”
“What?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was furious.
“The expertise your tongue has in licking my cunt couldn’t be developed first time, neither even in a single instance. It’s been developed in a long practice. Hey, did you do it with your girlfriends too?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was startled.
What the hell could he do?
He watched Durgesh fucking his sisters and cousins.
He masturbated while watching them.
His cut Musalmān nūnī lost its strength gradually.
Once his sister, Al Nādirah Al Quddūs, caught him masturbating while I was fucking her.
Al Nādirah Al Quddūs made him to lick her cunt after I fucked her.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs hadn’t another alternative.
He did it to please his Al Nādirah Al Quddūs Bājī.
“If I clean you every time after Durgesh fucks you, would you allow me to watch and masturbate right there where Durgesh fucks you?”
Al Nādirah Al Quddūs Bājī laughed.
“Hey, you loved it, didn’t you, instead of hating it? It wasn’t a punishment to you. It was a reward instead. Wasn’t it?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled triumphantly.
“Yes, Bājī. Will you please allow me?”
We allowed him.
Yes, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was expert in tongue fucking.
His cut Musalmān nūnī was weak, but his tongue was a miracle.
After his Al Nādirah Al Quddūs Bājī his other sisters also allowed him.
His cousins too allowed him gradually.
Then even his Ammī allowed him when she managed Durgesh to fuck her, blackmailing her own daughters.
Was his family unconventional?
Well, let it be.
Who the hell cares?*
Once they arranged group sex with Durgesh on their Ammī’s birthday.
Their lady-friends were also invited.
Durgesh undressed all of them.
Ammī undressed Durgesh.
Then she played with Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund while Durgesh was kissing their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunts.
Ammī sucked Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund and swallowed his entire Hindu Vīrý.
So did the others.
Durgesh fucked all of them, one by one.
What a man.
What an amazing man.
None of them was unsatisfied.
Durgesh fucked all of them to their heart’s content.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs licked all of them.
They had different tastes.
Yet, Durgesh’s Hindu Vīrý was common.
And it made all of them taste superb.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was surprised immensely to find out how many Musalmān Beauties, how many Musalmān houseladies, fuck Durgesh, despite his unwillingness even.
Durgesh was a Hindu male slut for Musalmān Beauties and sophisticated extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies too.
He could not believe what he witnessed himself.*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at me.
“No motion for somewhat half an hour, Durgesh, please! It was my long nourished dream to have your Uncut Hindu Penis into my ardent Musalmān ass buried to the hilt. You may call it a pervert desire, but let it get fulfilled anyway.”
Her ardent Musalmān anal muscles had gripped my Uncut Hindu Penis strongly, vehemently.
I smiled my assurance to her.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs had started to lick her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt already.
At first he wanted to object but he realized the futility of the step.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had raised her status ultimately.
She wasn’t now a shill, a hostess of any damn gambling house at Las Vegas, Nevada.
She was at least Durgesh’s mistress now.
And Durgesh was the most powerful man now everywhere.
He was not only a multi zillionaire now, he was the Mayor of Ved Nagar too.
Of course, he wasn’t the President or Prime Minister of any country.
Yet, the entire king makers of every country have deliberately managed their daughters, sisters and/or other Musalmān houseladies to join Durgesh’s ever expanding Sex Empire.
Why the hell shouldn’t he pose himself unresponsive to what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is doing?
Why oppose it?
Why shouldn’t he ignore it?
His sisters, cousins and Ammī already belong to Durgesh’s Sex Empire.
Let his wife too belong to it.
What’s the big thing there, if any?
She would never return to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
Then why antagonize her?
Even Imām Muħammad Ħasan has compromised with Durgesh in this matter.
Then who the hell is Al Nadīm Al Quddūs?*
Enjoying my Uncut Hindu Prick buried to the hilt into her gorgeous ardent Musalmān ass, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus remembered:
Her relatives flooded into the house.
It was to interrupt my sex life with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus for almost a week at least.
Yes, I didn’t approach her first.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus approached me instead.
Yet, it didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy sex with her optimum.
I greeted her relatives reluctantly.
The older ladies gave me wet kisses and the younger ladies pressed their beautiful Musalmān tits on my wide, strong, Hindu male chest.
I grimaced again.
The ladies were accompanied by their husbands, boyfriends, or sons who carried the supplies for thanksgiving week.
I was concentrated on the Al Makkah Al Mukarramah Sex Contest.
During commercials I would check out the younger exceedingly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ladies over by the kitchen.
I had promised Al Safiyah Al Ghaus that I would not run up to my room like I always did when her relatives visited.
It’s not that I didn’t like them.
The problem was that they asked the same foolish questions every time.
I just didn’t like to update them on my Musalmān Beauties, their career choice, and relationships with me.
Looking at their beautiful superb Musalmān asses I began to wonder about what they wore underneath.
Well, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had beautiful female relatives.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was constantly hard watching them.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus herself looked gorgeous in her maroon long sleeve v-neck and those tight denim jeans.
I knew Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was wearing a black and red thong that wedged between her cheeks.
I had seen her put it on this morning.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus and Al Nadīm Al Quddūs were not divorced even yet, but they had not lived together too in a long time now.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was mainly an irresponsible, lame, and lousy man from what I had seen in my 64 year old life.
He would show up once in a blue moon for some trivial activity, but he would spend the holidays elsewhere.
It was getting pretty loud and annoying in the living room.
I decided to make a break for it.
I nonchalantly stood up from the couch and grabbed my juice as I looked around for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
I spotted Al Safiyah Al Ghaus in the kitchen and quickly went up the stairs to escape the incoming foolish questions.
I was finally relaxing and enjoying the Contest when I heard a knock on my door.
My first thought was that I should have locked the damn door.
“Come in.” Before I finished speaking, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s dumbass cousin barged in with a drink and a bag of chips.
He sat down on the floor as if he owned the place.
I was already thinking of a way to get him out of my room.
“Damn, the bookies are doing really good this year.”
Ved Nagar was winning by 3 possessions.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s cousin continued munching on his chips.
I didn’t really have a close relationship with him, but I knew he was a dumbass from the days we used to spend together in Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt‘s house.
The Contest was coming to an end.
The small talk between us would hopefully end soon too.
“Aunt Kħālidah Gul Ħasan is looking real good today, right?”
Kħālidah Gul Ħasan was Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s sister-in-law.
She was too all attractive to me.
“If you say so.” I didn’t know what he was getting at with that comment.
However, I didn’t care too much either.
“But she is not hotter than your Al Safiyah Al Ghaus though, you know if she wasn’t your Al Safiyah Al Ghaus I would be licking her up.” He made slurping noises and laughed as he turned to look at me.
“Don’t even think about it faggot, well the Contest is basically over so why don’t you head downstairs with the family.”
As he got up to leave the room I whispered some cuss words and shook my head.
Alone in my room with the TV turned off and the woman of my dreams downstairs, my hand reached down to touch my growing proud erection.
I made sure the door was locked as I made my way to the bathroom.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus‘s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was itself available to me now, but I was not getting it for a week.
I pulled my shorts down and began pissing off.
My eyes opened when I heard noise outside my room.
It was around 9 pm.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was probably showing everyone their room for the night.
They would be crowded.
I just hoped that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus would not put anybody in our room.
“Durgesh, open the door, it’s me.” I recognized Al Safiyah Al Ghaus‘s voice.
I pulled up my shorts.
When I opened the door, I was glad to see that it was only her entering the room.
“What were you doing, Durgesh?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus slipped off her shoes and loosened her dark brown hair.
She sat down next to me and reached for my shoulders with her delicate hands.
“I was pissing since you were busy with your family.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at my response then she looked back at the door knob.
I followed her eyes to the door and realized what she was thinking.
I moved back to rest my back on the headboard.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus gave me a naughty grin as she pulled down my shorts.
My 9 inches stood proudly in the cold room and my head oozed with pre-cum.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus got on all fours and dove down on my throbbing Hindu member.
She ran her beautiful Musalmān tongue once over my Hindu pee hole and then swirled her tongue all over my purple head.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus made a small o with her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and went down on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
My head widened her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, but she kept her pink lips sealed as tightly as possible.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus started taking inch by inch of my Uncut Hindu Shaft as she moved her hair behind her ears.
Half way through my Uncut Hindu Shaft she started working up again towards my tip.
She undid her jeans and moved her hand in between her legs.
Now she was softly moaning and working her way back down with her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Her hot Musalmān mouth went 3/4ths of the way down then sucked all the juices on the way up as I grabbed the top of her head.
This type of sensual sucking I’m sure can only be performed by Al Safiyah Al Ghaus only.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus let my Uncut Hindu Dick out of her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with a loud pop and then climbed on top of me.
She positioned herself in the famous 69 as I spread her jean covered glorious Musalmān ass.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus placed her hands on my thighs and began slurping my Uncut Hindu Lund head back into her lovely Musalmān mouth.
Slowly swallowing my Uncut Hindu Cock she rubbed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy through her thong.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus made a few gagging sounds as saliva spilled out of her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth into my Hindu groin.
The determination to deep throat me kept her going down until she reached the base of my 9 inch Uncut Hindu Cock.
Her head came back up with a loud gasp and more saliva coming from her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
This time she quickly enveloped my Uncut Hindu Cock and was once again touching down with her beautiful nose.
I squeezed her exceptionally attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass as my Hindu balls gathered the massive load that was about to shoot up into her terrifically exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I thrust my hips upward.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus pushed down on my thighs as my Uncut Hindu Cock started erupting my hot Hindu cum into her Musalmān throat.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus stayed down on my Uncut Hindu Dick for as long as possible then she came up to gasp for air.
The juices fell out of her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth down to her neck and to my thighs.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus turned around to face me with a smile and I saw her beautiful cheeks full of our bodily fluids.
A string of my Hindu cum was coming out through her right nostril.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed as she wiped her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with a pillow.
I followed her to the bathroom were we finished cleaning up.
“Eīshān, God, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, that was amazing.” I smiled.
She mumbled a response while blowing her nose.
I grabbed her hips and helped her up to the counter.
We wrestled tongues as I kept working her clit with my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Sweetie, what are we making for dinner?” That was Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt, speaking from outside the door.
If she only knew what her daughter was doing inside the room.
I kissed Al Safiyah Al Ghaus on the forehead and helped her down to her feet.
“How do I look?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was cleaned up and looking stunning as usual.
She looked at herself in the mirror and I playfully slapped her exceptionally attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass as a sign of approval.
We hurried to open the door and found Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt, looking at her recipe book.
“Sweetie, what happened to your lipstick?”
In the rush of the moment, we had not noticed the damn lipstick.
“I was uh, eating a blow pop.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus licked her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and ushered us to the stairs.
I looked around to make sure no one was looking and I pinched Al Safiyah Al Ghaus‘s gorgeous exquisite Musalmān ass while Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt, made her way down the stairs.
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ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at Al Zohrah Al Bittol smiling cunningly.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed at her.
“Look at me as much as you please.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol cooed, “You can’t do anything whatsoever, nevertheless. I am on anticipatory bail, I’ve told you already.”
“You said you jumped out of bed, grabbed the gun and didn’t even wait to put a robe on?”
“That’s right.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol kept fucking me smiling at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl triumphantly, “I came flying up the companionway and was just approaching the bow when I saw a vague figure swaying this way and that, apparently engaged in a struggle of some sort.”
“A figure?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl asked sarcastically.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol grimaced.
“I refuse to answer your insulting questions. You are trying to irritate me. I would prefer to give my testimony in a competent court.”
“That’s what you think.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled tartly.
“That’s what I’m going to do. You don’t have any legal right to insult and humiliate me.”
“It’s not you that’s taking this attitude to a responsible police officer.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said smirking, “It’s Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis visiting your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt that’s letting you fly so high.”
“I’m glad you have eyes at least, even if you don’t have any manners whatsoever.”
“I may request to cancel your bail.”
“Oh, sure. Go ahead. Do everything on the earth you are capable of. If you really get it canceled I’d wash your feet and drink the water that is used in washing them.”*
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled.
She wasn’t born yesterday.
She realized the truth in Al Zohrah Al Bittol’s voice.
So, Al Zohrah Al Bittol was really innocent?
Despite she was on the deck when Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was overboard,
Despite she had a revolver in her hand, Despite Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard an ‘explosion of some sort.
Did Durgesh deliberately stage this improbable story for her?
The night was filled with sounds of hectic activity now.
Opening and closing doors and frightened feet sounded in the passageways and on the companionways.
The swift babble of voices kept up an incessant, a nonstop, chatter.
Moreover, cutting through all of the sounds of confusion, my crisp, authoritative voice was giving orders.
The motorboats had been lowered to the water and engines started.
Each of them cruised in a series of questing circles around the ship.
“The figure was apparently engaged in a struggle of some sort,” Al Zohrah Al Bittol repeated, “but I saw only the one figure.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl stopped herself with efforts, not to smirk.
What was the use?
Al Zohrah Al Bittol would again stop telling her story.
Shouldn’t at least she listen to it?
She saw only the one figure.
Yet, it was engaged in a struggle of some sort.
With whom the hell was it struggling then?
Al Zohrah Al Bittol realized the question her statement generated.
“The other one must have been below the deck.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol advanced her assumption.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at me pleadingly.
“Go on,” I grabbed the splendid heavy buttocks of Al Zohrah Al Bittol and arched my waist up.
My Uncut Hindu Penis penetrated her ardent Musalmān Cunt as a spear as if.
Her bottom was coming down at the same time.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol shouted in superb ecstasy.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What the hell are you doing to me?”
I caressed her buttocks and kissed her on her lips passionately.
She controlled herself and resumed.
Now, her up and down motion had stopped.
She was sitting on my Uncut Hindu Penis swallowing it entirely into her Musalmān Cunt.
I was enjoying the honor myself too to its utmost extent.
“Just before I got there,” Al Zohrah Al Bittol continued, “the man lurched and fell overboard. I screamed involuntarily as I heard the splash. Then there was the sound of an explosion and a series of splashing noises. By the time I had reached the bow. I could hear my name being called now.”
I was listening to her gravely.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at each other.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was alone, after me, that was too listening to it gravely.*
Al Zohrah Al Bittol watched me, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī and ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
Then she went on,
“I bent over the rail. I could see now a figure of a man in the water. It was floundering around aimlessly. It was floundering as if it was wounded badly and was trying to swim desperately.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at me.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī also looked at me.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl did smirk again, as if asking me,
‘If Al Zohrah Al Bittol is really innocent how Al Muħammad Al Qāsim would have been wounded?
Why was he trying to swim desperately?
Who the hell wounded Al Muħammad Al Qāsim if not Al Zohrah Al Bittol?’
I was reading the questions on their faces.
But I didn’t ask Al Zohrah Al Bittol anything.
She went on,
“Then the figure moved into the oval of light that was coming from a porthole in the forecastle and I could see his face. He was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my husband. He seemed partially paralyzed. He called me and tried to call out a message. I couldn’t hear what he said. His voice was almost inaudible. Abruptly he ceased to struggle and was swept down by the current under the overhang of the bow. I thought he was coming down the starboard side. I ran that way. Unfortunately, apparently, he drifted down the port side.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl grimaced.
“Unfortunately, it doesn’t conform to the facts as they must have happened.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol smirked.
“I sympathize with you.”
“I beg your pardon?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly.
“That the facts don’t understand how compulsory it is to obey you.”
“When Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis is inside your Musalmān Cunt you can fly in sky very high.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl commented drily.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim couldn’t have been telephoning from the bow of the yacht. It was virtually impossible.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly”*
There were no vacant chairs at the dinner.
Sheeted rain lashed against the portholes.
The guests who made merry with colored paper caps, balloons and pasteboard horns lacked spontaneity.
Their merriment seemed merely a forced attempt to comply with maritime, nautical, conventions.
Awfully striking lady robot waitresses felt their way, a few steps at a time, half-filled dishes carried in deep serving trays.
Fucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and dining, I looked across where Muħammad bin Qāsim and his Hollywood heroine wife, Al Taufīq Al Fatimah, were entertaining Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim, Vikram Bachhalyā, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, Pratāp Bachhalyā and Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah were also there with Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.
With darkness, the faint mist that had been forming on the water thickened into fog, and as we sat down to dinner the hoarse fog whistle boomed out its eerie, unnerving, warning.
Thereafter at regular intervals through the meal the fog whistle served to remind us that we were on the water and a fog was settling down.
“Doesn’t look as though we’ll get back tonight.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah said.
“Wouldn’t you tackle it in a fog?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus enquired.
“Not unless I have to.” I pulled nude Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to me.
She laughed ecstatically and pushed her extremely glorious nude Musalmān bottom into my nude Hindu male lap.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smilingly deserted it for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
My Uncut Hindu Penis made a sound of ‘pluck’ as it came out of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s thirty two years old young Musalmān Cunt.
It was heavily anointed with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt juices.
As soon as Al Safiyah Al Ghaus positioned her immensely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt against the tip of my Uncut Hindu Penis and pushed, my thoroughly lubricated Uncut Hindu Penis immediately entered into Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs could not watch it.
He averted his eyes immediately.
“Slut,” he murmured to himself.
Yet, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had heard it.
She laughed humiliating Al Nadīm Al Quddūs immensely and started fucking me herself vigorously, energetically, dynamically, forcefully, and strongly.
I put my hands on her glamorous nude Musalmān waist.
Yet, it was not necessary.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus herself was vigilant enough that my Uncut Hindu Penis must never come out of her Musalmān Cunt entirely, and it must penetrate her Musalmān Cunt vigorously instead without any hindrance whatsoever it may be.*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was feeling himself immensely insulted.
But what could he do?
Even before his marriage with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, he knew she loved immense sex.
He thought he could provide him the same.
He was too confident of his manly potency living in extreme over confidence.
He was too obsessed with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s devastating Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty that he thought he could make love to her till infinity.
Hell, he could not, practically ever.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus wanted more and more sex from him.
Her first husband had committed suicide due to intense shame he faced when he could not satisfy Al Safiyah Al Ghaus sexually.
Now, Durgesh is providing her even more sex than even Al Safiyah Al Ghaus could digest.
How crazy Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was for Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund getting into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She undressed herself while Durgesh was fucking his Practical Chief Wife, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Why Al Safiyah Al Ghaus did so?
To seduce Durgesh herself.
And when Durgesh saw her nude Musalmān beauty and pulled Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to him, how ecstatically she laughed, positioned Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund herself between the ravenous quivering ever greedy lips of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
How ecstatically Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is pushing her ever magnificent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bottom to Durgesh’s ever sexy nude Hindu male lap.
She is swallowing Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund deepest every time she thrust back her bottom, into her extremely greedy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her eyes are brightest when Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund is deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
They lost their brightness as Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund left her Musalmān Choot.
But they were again brightest when Durgesh Uncut Hindu Lund is again deepest back into her still greedy still ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Suddenly he realized the persons were gathering in a wide circle around Durgesh and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, fucking Durgesh ravenously entirely unashamed of herself.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was horrified.
Everyone would ask who she is.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs would die of shame.*
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had said,
“Don’t trust the bitch. Fuck her and enjoy her beautiful body. But never trust the bitch. She’s a snob. Ever notice how it happens that people who have real background and breeding are considerate, tolerant, and broad-minded, while people who haven’t anything except money that they didn’t earn themselves, are intolerant? That’s my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, you fuck wildly, I guess.”
I tried to say something but Al Muħammad Al Qāsim raised his hand and stopped me.
“Listen to me, please; I’m your father in law too.”
I looked at him gravely.
“My entire daughters, except Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, love you. She loved Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and married him. My Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, has got about the nicest figure I’ve ever seen on a woman. And I’ve too seen lots of them.
“Never underestimate my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Durgesh. She uses her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body as her ever best weapon. When you fuck her she is the most capable and even having all the smartness you are less capable than her, because your Uncut Hindu Lund is inside her ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.”
“Sorry for using those words, but that’s it.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said bitterly, “That woman enjoys your Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, but it sharpens her brain.”
“You don’t believe me? Try to test what I’m telling you. The more you fuck my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, the sharper is her already ever smart brain. She made Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, to disinherit his own daughter when he was fucking the bitch. Never underestimate her, I repeat. She’s smart. My Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, is chain lightning! She’s got her eye on a big slice of money, and Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, hasn’t waked up yet, despite the fact that he has lost his daughter to me.
“That’s all right. Let him sleep. He has paid for a dream. As long as he’s enjoying the dream, why grab him by the shoulder and bring him back to the grim realities of existence?”*
I grabbed her waist and started fucking her myself too.
Her extremely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was one of the perfect homes for my Uncut Hindu Penis.
After fucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to my heart’s content, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was an extremely pleasant replacement to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān Cunts were extremely ravenous for my Uncut Hindu Penis.
Yet, they both had their own individualities too.
I knew now why Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was so ravenous for me.
Neither of her Musalmān husbands could fuck her even properly.
Her vaginal grip around my Uncut Hindu Penis was almost virginal.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was penetrating her first time properly.
It was natural she loved me more now than either of her incompetent Musalmān husbands.
“You are my husband now, not Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, the impotent.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus whispered to me.
I smiled and kissed her on her beautiful lips.
“Thank you, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.”
“It’s my pleasure, Durgesh darling.”
“Well,” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed suddenly, “you both are made for each other, doubtlessly. Nevertheless, I can’t stay all night.”
She glanced at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah too.
“Well,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed, “I don’t think we have much choice in the matter, Bājī.”
I smiled at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
Then still fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus vigorously, I assured Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, don’t worry. I’ve plenty of room. We can put everybody up nicely.”
“Look here,” Muħammad Ůsmān interrupted, “what’s the idea behind this thing? Almost all of us know very well that at this season of the year, there’s always fog and rain even, on this part of the sea.”
“Yet, you accepted the invitation.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Muħammad Ůsmān contemptuously.
“Not always,” Muħammad bin Qāsim interrupted hastily.
He was the one who accepted the invitation, not Muħammad Ůsmān.
Muħammad Ůsmān had only agreed to it.
“Don’t worry,” Muħammad Ůsmān said sarcastically, “after fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to his heart’s content, Durgesh would fuck you too. I’d request him to oblige you too.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah sympathized with him.
“Thank you. So, ultimately you are absolutely impotent now?”
I interrupted to stop the hot exchanges between Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah and Muħammad Ůsmān.
“Well, Muħammad Ůsmān is right somewhat, Muħammad bin Qāsim. It’s not always, but it’s nearly always. However, Muħammad Ůsmān, I can get out the ship and put you ashore at a little town on a Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Island, about ten miles upstream. There’s an airline that will get you back to Ved Nagar.”
“That would be deuced uncomfortable.” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Muħammad bin Qāsim is just recovering from a case of stomach trouble.”
“Food poisoning,” Muħammad bin Qāsim interrupted.
“Well,” I announced still pumping Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, now even more severely, “I’m not going to risk the safety of the ship and the convenience of the other guests. Muħammad Ůsmān, you can get in a launch and get an interurban if you want to.”
“I don’t want to.” Muħammad Ůsmān said furiously, “Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is still my wife. I can’t leave her behind for you to fuck her as if she is a slut, not my respected Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed and licked my Uncut Hindu Lund coming out of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“It’s very tasty. Muħammad Ůsmān, come on, taste for yourself.”
“Go to hell.” Muħammad Ůsmān shouted back to her.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah winked at him.
“Sorry, Muħammad Ůsmān. You’ve to go alone there. I can’t and won’t accompany you ever now.”
Muħammad Ůsmān gritted his teeth.
“Muħammad Ůsmān,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly, “sit here and enjoy life. Durgesh, you said you have some champagne on ice?”
“I don’t talk business when I drink.” Muħammad bin Qāsim declared.
“All right,” still fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, I pulled Al Taufīq Al Fatimah too to me, squeezed her immensely rich Musalmān buttocks and kissed her on her red crimson lips, “Muħammad bin Qāsim, what’s your proposition?”
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Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54,
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39,
And Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl, 20,
All the three were my practical wives while I was already sixty then.
Actually Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54, had me first.
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl was her daughter in law actually.
And, Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl was her granddaughter.
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, her Bahū Bégam, actually blackmailed her mother in law, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54.
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54, was startled.
“What? You want to cheat my son, Aħmad Kamāl?”
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, smiled.
She didn’t say anything.
Only watched my legendary Uncut Hindu Penis vanishing into Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54,’s still ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, significantly, sarcastically.
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl was furious.
“Don’t watch it like a she hawk. You are entirely twenty one years younger than Durgesh.”
There was intense venom and scorn in her voice, for her Bahū Bégam.
She never thought she was also enjoying me out of wedlock.
If it was moral why it was immoral that her daughter in law was watching her enjoying sex with me and not even ashamed of her act.
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl expected respect from her Bahū Bégam still now.
She expected her Bahū Bégam, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, must respect her, even now, as she was respectful to her until now.
She must have respected her privacy with me.
Even if she had seen it, she must have ignored it and made a respectful exit from there.
Instead, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, was trying to blackmail her, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl?
Was Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl crazy?
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl could not bear it any more.
She ordered her Bahū Bégam, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, ultimately.
“Go away. Don’t you have etiquette enough, not to watch your mother in law in her intimate moments with her man?”
“I never watched you, Ammī, with Abbū, Muħammad Kamāl.” Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl said obediently and respectfully perfectly.
“Well, I said, ‘with my man’, not with my impotent husband’.”*
There was no more splashing, no more hanging against the side of the yacht.
Then there was the noise of confusion as doors opened and closed.
There was the sound of tense voices, hurrying feet.
“Did you scream?” I asked the stunning Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty I was holding in my arms.
“I went there myself hearing it.” she smiled disarmingly, but there wasn’t anyone.”
“Then what about the scream we heard?”
“Your security persons were there. They were talking of a young woman who thought someone was behind her. She screamed. The security persons found no one when they searched the vicinity.”
She was still playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis.
“Sorry, I’ve to have firsthand information from my security itself.”
She smiled at me seductively.
“Oh, sure. I understand. Go ahead.”
“Won’t you care to introduce yourself, if you don’t mind?” I smiled seductively myself.*
The stunning Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty smiled.
“I’m Al Zohrah Al Bittol.”
“Glad to meet you.”
“Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl is my Kħālājān. Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl is my Kħālāzād sister, my cousin actually.”
“I have a vague remembrance that I’ve seen you with Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl.”
“Thank you for remembering me.” She kept smiling, “May I get the honor of sucking the great Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis?”
“You are already playing with it. Go ahead. It’s not actually that I’m honoring you. It’s my pleasure instead. I’m being honored. Thank you.”*
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed.
“I’m honored. Thank you. The pleasure is certainly mine. You have really broken all the conventions. The parents are arranging now to gift your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis to their beloved Just Eighteen Just Adult daughters on their eighteenth birthday. Isn’t it a miracle? The husbands are arranging now to gift your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis to their beloved wives on their Shab-e-Ůrūsī, their Golden Night even, on anniversaries and other memorable events too to make them more memorable.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol unzipped me, brought my Uncut Hindu Prick out, kissed it respectfully, licked it and then swallowed entirely into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
My security was in action still now.
The deck was flooded with illumination now.
Yet, it did not stop Al Zohrah Al Bittol from sucking my Uncut Hindu Prick.
Instead, she was sucking it now more excited.
Was she an exhibitionist?
I could not decide.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl appeared there suddenly.
“Durgesh, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was on board.”
“What?” I was all alert suddenly.
“The stunning Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty that’s sucking you now so indebted, so gratefully, is actually one of the present four wives of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. Her name is Al Zohrah Al Bittol.”
I watched Al Zohrah Al Bittol gravely now.
“She has told me her name.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol increased the speed of sucking my Uncut Hindu Penis.
“She can’t get away with it by only sucking your Uncut Hindu Penis.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl shouted, “Your new Musalmān girlfriend has killed her husband, do you knowwwwww?”*
Al Zohrah Al Bittol looked at me gravely.
“The Pseudo Musalmīn have framed me deliberately, Durgesh darling. Your so called innocent Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was actually helping them.”
“Shut up.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said coldly, “I know your story now. What the hell do you think? You stunning Musalmān Beauties, you stunning Musalmān houseladies, can get away with murders even, only because Durgesh loves to fuck you?”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol winked at her.
“You can’t arrest me, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.”
“Why? Because you are sucking Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl asked her sarcastically.
“Because I had already anticipated it. I’ve taken anticipatory bail already.”
“I know.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly, “Why the hell are you here on the deck?”
“Tut tut tut. Warn me first, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl, that anything I may say may be used against me.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at me angrily.
“She is already speaking your legal language. What the hell you do? As soon as they take your Uncut Hindu Penis in their hands and mouth they suddenly become unapproachable legally.”
“Give her your version of the events, Al Zohrah Al Bittol.”
Someone had thrown over a life preserver with a carbide canister attached.
A brilliant white light spread over the surface of the water.
It illuminated the life preserver, the water around the ship.
It threw against the heavy wall of fog a strange, distorted shadow of the ship running to the disputed island.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Muħammad bin Qāsim were representing Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim telephoned me. He was extremely excited.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol said, He said he needed his gun. He said it was on the top of the dresser. He requested me to bring the gun to him on the deck.”
“I see.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled sarcastically patiently.
“Where the hell from was he telephoning to you?”
“He said he was telephoning from the bow of the ship.”
“How can I? All I know what he said to me.”
“You had recognized his voice?”
“He was my husband. Wasn’t he? Can’t I recognize even my own husband’s voice?” Al Zohrah Al Bittol asked ACP Suraiyā Jamāl bitterly.
“That’s what I am asking you myself.”
“She is already biased against me, Durgesh. Don’t you see?”
“Al Zohrah Al Bittol is right, Suraiyā .” I said gravely, “You are a police officer. Act properly. If Al Zohrah Al Bittol can prove you act biased against her, you can be prosecuted for misusing your powers. She is too a taxpayer. You have to protect her civilian rights too.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at me sarcastically.
“Al Zohrah Al Bittol is a Kħālāzād cousin of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, do you know?”*
I looked at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
“Suraiyā,” I said patiently, “How many times I have told you not to be prejudiced, even infinitesimally, against any one you suspect. You are not a judge, you are only a police officer. I’ve told you already, she has met me now. How can she tell me how many Kħālāzād, Māmūzād, Buāzād, Chachāzād etc. sisters she does have?”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl grimaced.
“Be blind deliberately as much as the damn you want to be, only because she is extremely beautiful and she is fucking you now herself to protect herself. I’m not a man, thanks, thanks God, Allah. She can’t blind me.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed.
“She is jealous of me, Durgesh.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled bitterly.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim told you he was telephoning you from the bow of the ship?”
“He said it was a matter of life and death for him. I had to come fast with his revolver.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol said, fucking me savagely now.
Her bottom was moving up and down on my Uncut Hindu Penis, taking it into her Musalmān Cunt every time when it was down.
“What did you do when he asked you to do so?”
“I jumped out of bed, grabbed the gun and didn’t even wait to put a robe on.”
“So that you can fuck Durgesh sooner to win him on your side?”
“So that I can save him before it’s too late, if it was really a matter of life and death for him.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol said curtly.
“How nice of you.”
“That’s right.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol said tersely, “How nice of me! Why the hell are you questioning me if you are so prejudiced against me already?”
“Oh, it’s routine, Umm-Al-Åālmīn.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl answered exaggerating her politeness ironically, “How lucky you are that you are extraordinary stunning. If you weren’t, you couldn’t have fucking Durgesh and I would have arrested you easily.”
“I sympathize with you, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.”
Suddenly, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl’s cellular phone rang.
“Yes, SP Zubaydah Bābar, Have you got the fingerprints report? Okay. That’s fine. Nice job, so fast. Congrats. Tell me what did you find? Any of the receivers had Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s fingerprints?”*
I felt a feminine palm on my arm.
I looked at her.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was still visiting the triumphant Musalmān Cunt of Al Zohrah Al Bittol vigorously.
It was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
She was dressed in pajamas and slippers, bundling a robe around her.
Yet, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wasn’t alone.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was also with her.
I watched both of them.
They were more understanding than the rest of them.
Moreover, they both knew it was not actually the disputed island only that we were on this yacht now.
It was actually the excuse only.
The Pseudo Musalmīn were trying to make even Ved Nagar hot for Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had already ‘exiled’ him from Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
She thought only Ved Nagar could protect her Abbū now from the ever crazy Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists, criminals and/or criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn.
“What happened?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked.
“What do you know yourself? Tell me first.” I said gravely, “Then I’d tell you what I know, but you don’t.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at me, ignoring that I was entirely nude now on my back, Al Zohrah Al Bittol was nude too entirely, she was straddling me and fucking me wildly.
It was routine in Ved Nagar, and in my daily life too.
“I heard someone shout ‘Man Overboard’ and a splash.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said.
“Did you hear a shot?” I asked.
“I heard an explosion of some sort.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, watching me prudently.
She could not believe it could happen on my ship, without any prior information to me.
What the hell was happening?
Was Durgesh himself playing a deep game to protect someone?
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim couldn’t be murdered in this way on Durgesh’s yacht.
Even an utmost foolish murderer would never do it, let it be any wife of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim himself.
She knew Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had especially consulted Durgesh about his utmost greedy relatives.
Was it Durgesh‘s strategy for Al Muħammad Al Qāsim to get rid of his ever greedy relatives?*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cunningly.
“I knew you would advise him something like that.”
She was on her knees and I was fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus from her glorious behind.
I looked at her innocently.
“What the hell are you talking about, my extremely sexy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān love?”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was under constant surveillance of our Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband movement detectives.”
“And you think I didn’t know it?”
“If you knew it why all the strategy ab initio?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at me incredulously.
“You and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan were planning to declare Al Muħammad Al Qāsim legally incompetent to deal with his own money and assets. He has transferred all of them to his own legal heirs in his will already. He is dead now legally. You can’t get him declared incompetent now. He has gone underground.”
“I never knew you were so afraid of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and me.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed triumphantly.
I smiled ironically.
“You call it fear, I call it precaution.”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at his extremely beautiful wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, scornfully.
His brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s money had converted her into an utmost greedy bitch.
He had proposed her to get a divorce from him.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had laughed at his proposal.
“You can’t get away from me, in this way, my dear husband.”
“I’m not your husband any more.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said curtly to her, “Durgesh is your practical husband now.”
“Almost entire Musalmān Beauties, almost entire Musalmān houseladies, fuck Durgesh/other capable Hindus extra martially, because their ever incurable ever religious Musalmān husbands can’t satisfy them sexually…”
“Bosh and nonsense.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs cut her short, “It’s not sex only you Musalmān Beauties, you Musalmān houseladies , are after Durgesh/Hindus for.”
“You want to get rid of our terrorists, criminals and/or criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn image too. You want to get rid of our backward image too. You want to get rid of our rigid adamant anti human image too.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs charged his ever shrewd wife scornfully.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled ironically.
“And we should never do it?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t answer this blunt question.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“Even if you are right, what’s wrong in it, if we Musalmān Beauties, we Musalmān houseladies, really do it? Shouldn’t we get rid of our backward image if we can get rid of it? Shouldn’t we get rid of our terrorists, criminals and/or criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn image too, if we can? Shouldn’t we get rid of our rigid adamant anti human image too, if we can? If you don’t want to get rid of these images, it’s alright with us. We are not compelling you to do it. Then why do you criticize us? Are we your slaves, not your Musalmān houseladies?”*
As soon as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said she had heard an ‘explosion of some sort’, I ordered,
“Rig up the searchlights.”
A man from the top of the pilothouse said,
“I’m getting it, sir.”
The canvas covers were ripped off the searchlights.
A moment later the arcs sputtered into brilliance.
The long shafts of light pushed themselves against the opalescent fog to be swallowed up in milky nothingness.
“Try the stern,” I said, “a little back of that life preserver.”
The searchlights swung out to play on the water around the flare that was attached to the life preserver.
A small boat splashed into the water.
There was the sound of oars and a boat rowed rapidly down the stream, then turned and came back against the current.
A man standing in the bow bent down, searching the water by the aid of a beam from a five cell hand flashlight.
“Let’s get everyone on deck. Find out if anyone’s missing as ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is claiming that Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is. Let’s confirm what’s actually happened.”
I turned at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Have you seen anyone else?”
“A man standing in the stern. I take it he was one of the crew.”
“Yes.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Al Zohrah Al Bittol significantly, “A woman running down the deck, clad in her night clothes.”
“Do you know her?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pointed at Al Zohrah Al Bittol.*
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Al Muħammad Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Listen attentively, please. I’m right in the middle of a delicate matter. Al Åbbās Al Saåīd is my half-brother.”
“As Al Nadīm Al Quddūs is?” I asked.
“Sure. I’m running away to save my business, my legal competence, my life even from my ever-greedy relatives. They have successfully established until now that my daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, has murdered my son, Muħammad bin Qāsim, masquerading as Al Ħamd Al Åbbās. Muħammad bin Qāsim has also run away as I have, but they have successfully produced our dead bodies.”
“Chachājān, are you sure Muħammad bin Qāsim Bhāī is alive?” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās asked Al Muħammad Al Qāsim gravely.
“How the hell can be I? Durgesh is my lawyer, my savior, my son in law, everything. He has to find out for me whether my son Muħammad bin Qāsim is still alive or they have already killed him successfully.”
“I don’t think they would be such damn fools.” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās said, “Muħammad bin Qāsim is Durgesh’s sālā, brother in law. They won’t kill him ever as killing a sālā, a brother in law, of Durgesh would turn Durgesh into their irrevocable executioner.”
“What about my daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim?”
“She is my live in relationship partner now.” I said, “None can prove Al Kubrah Al Qāsim has really murdered her younger brother. They can’t prove the dead bodies they have found are really of you both. It’s not easy for them to prove corpus delicti even. How the hell can then they prosecute my wife Al Kubrah Al Qāsim?”
“Thank you, my son. Thank you very much.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim wiped his tear-filled eyes with a handkerchief, “I thought they are continuously succeeding despite your open interest in protecting my family and me. Muħammad bin Qāsim and me, both of us, had to run away and had to resort to go under cover. Al Kubrah Al Qāsim is a fugitive from justice. Even I am not safe here too. They have murdered someone downstairs…”
“Why?” I asked patiently, fucking Al Nādirah Al Åbbās wildly.
“What do you mean ‘why’?” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim shouted, “Isn’t that obvious?”
“Are you teasing me, Durgesh, my son?”
“Never. The opposite sex is still available to me. Why the hell would I tease you then?”
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās laughed.
Al Zāhid was also trying to hide his smile.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim subsided.
“You are a hell of a son in law.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim tried to suppress his own smile too. “It’s dangerous that a murder is right there downstairs. The more of a mystery they make of it, the longer the thing drags out the more notoriety I may get. I can’t afford it at all.”*
When we got home, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās showed me how much she appreciated my help.
As soon as we got to the living room, she had her hands on the waistband of my shorts and began to tug them down.
As they hit my knees and exposed my Uncut Hindu Cock, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās engulfed me in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and swallowed me deeply.
I could feel her Musalmān throat muscles working the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund as Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās deep throated me and then as she pulled me out, licked the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock, and sucked me until I shot my load of Hindu sperm into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās rolled it around in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, savoring the flavor for a bit before swallowing it.
“You know I never liked the taste of cum until I met you. Now I can’t get enough. If I didn’t like to feel it shooting in inside me I’d have you shoot in my mouth all the time. Now come on, let’s go to the bedroom so you can use that thing where it is intended to be used. I didn’t get any this morning because I got up too early.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās led me to the bedroom where she brought me back to hardness with her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth before she crawled on top of me and rode me to her own orgasm.
Then we both fell asleep for an early afternoon nap.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr left early the next morning to pick up their things and move them in to my house.
That left Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar alone with me for two days.
As we stood on the street and waved goodbye, Nishāt Nazli looked at me,
“So are you going to take care of us now or later?” She asked.
“Anytime you want.” I winked at her.
“I don’t know after the last time I was sore the rest of the day, but I will admit that met was worth it.” Zubaydah Bābar grinned.
I reached out, placed a hand on the back of each Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls, and began to steer them to the house.
I continued to laugh and joke with them as I did.
I also had placed my hand on the ties of their Thong tops and as I walked with them, I grasped the end of each of the knots on their tops and suddenly pulled.
It worked perfectly my tug on the strings had untied the knots and a second pull had removed the tops from them.
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stopped in surprise and stood in the middle of the street with their Musalmān tits hanging out, staring in surprise at me.
As they stared at me, I reached out as if to grab their bottoms.
Both realized they were topless in the middle of the street, and about to be bottomless also, at the same instant.
They squealed and ran for the house.
I chuckled and strolled in behind them twirling their tops as I walked.
As I mounted the stairs, I saw both Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli standing inside the house waiting for me, a cross between fury and mirth on their faces.
They saw the humor in the situation and it overshadowed the anger they normally would have shown.
As I walked through the door, they both were laughing already.
“You got us that time. Lucky it wasn’t later in the day when people would have been around.” Zubaydah Bābar admonished me with a laugh.
I just grinned,
“Well, I figured we could get started right away.” I said as I advanced toward them.
Nishāt Nazli started to back up but Zubaydah Bābar stood her ground and as I reached her, I lay a hand on her breast and began gently to rub it.
Zubaydah Bābar closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and sighed.
“OK you caught me now you can have your way with me.” As she spoke, Zubaydah Bābar started to pull the bottom of her thong off.
It hit the floor.
Zubaydah Bābar turned around and bent herself over the couch, exposing her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot to me.
I wasted no time.
I dropped my shorts and stepped behind her.
Standing there with my Uncut Hindu Cock exposed I began to rub it in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips.
Zubaydah Bābar was wet and ready.
“Zubaydah Bābar, is your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot ever not wet?” I asked as I let my Uncut Hindu Lund slide around the outer lips and then up over her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass then back to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
“It’s wet whenever I’m around that Uncut Hindu Lund of yours.” Zubaydah Bābar winked at me impishly.
I chuckled and then in a single thrust speared her with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I let it sit for a minute and then began slowly to pump on her, letting my hard Uncut Hindu Cock slide in and out of her sopping wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Zubaydah Bābar groaned in appreciation of the Hindu monster that was working her.
Zubaydah Bābar moved over to the couch and kneeled on it in front of Nishāt Nazli as I fucked her and offered Nishāt Nazli her massive Musalmān tits.
Nishāt Nazli began to suck her friend’s Musalmān tits as she was being fucked from behind.
As Nishāt Nazli sucked and licked, her nipples Zubaydah Bābar closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and savored the attention.
“Durgesh, Zubaydah Bābar likes it really hard and fast. She likes to be fucked like she’s getting raped.” Nishāt Nazli told me.
I looked at Zubaydah Bābar and not knowing if Nishāt Nazli was putting me on or not, decided to take a chance.
I slowly pulled myself out of Zubaydah Bābar until my Uncut Hindu Cock was just resting at the entrance to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and paused.
Then I rammed forward as hard as I could and pulled back and repeated the stroke.
Zubaydah Bābar grunted hard with each Hindu slam her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot got.
She released Nishāt Nazli’s Musalmān tit from her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and looked back over her shoulder.
“Yeah. Bravo. Wallah, that’s how I like it, slam me, hurt me. Uhhhh… Give me some pain to go with it. FUCK ME, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Zubaydah Bābar managed to get out between my Hindu thrusts.
I kept up the violent pounding.
“So you like it rough!” I said then I drew my hand back from her gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān hip and smacked her hard across her ass.
Zubaydah Bābar screamed and I did it again.
All the while plowing my Uncut Hindu Cock deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and banging away.
I smacked her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass again and again then reached down and grabbed some of the tender flesh at her inner thigh, near her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and pinched and twisted.
It sent a wave of pain through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and into her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body and I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot clamp onto my Uncut Hindu Cock and cum on me.
“So bitch, you like it hurt do you.” I started banging even harder on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, and Zubaydah Bābar started to cum again.
Now as I fucked Zubaydah Bābar I reached around, grabbed her nipple, and twisted it. “Like that do you?” I asked.
“Oh yeah. Fuck me hard. Hurt me, you old Hindu scoundrel, rape me.” Zubaydah Bābar screamed.
“Nishāt Nazli,” I commanded, “Get underneath this young Musalmān bitch and bite her Musalmān tit.”
Nishāt Nazli looked at me and hesitated.
“Do it.” I demanded.
Nishāt Nazli slid beneath her friend, took her nipple in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, and bit down, a love bite.
“Harder!” Zubaydah Bābar screamed as she grabbed a handful of Nishāt Nazli’s Musalmān tit.
Nishāt Nazli hesitated and then bit down hard on her friend’s Musalmān tit.
Zubaydah Bābar screamed and began to cum in a flood, her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body shook and shuddered as though she passed into a fit.
Nishāt Nazli slid out from under her friend and moved around behind her.
I had pulled out of her as she lost control and watched.
Nishāt Nazli could not believe the way the cum was running out of her friend, she stared in awe.*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had certainly acted against her younger brother, Muħammad bin Qāsim, before Muħammad bin Qāsim disappeared.
It was even before she met me as Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was Al Zakāt Al Qāsim’s friend, not Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s.
It was the meeting when Al Kubrah Al Qāsim decided to fuck me managing her car’s distributor incidence.
She had to.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was with her when Al Kubrah Al Qāsim entered my private office.
He was trailing along behind Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
It was more than obvious that Muħammad bin Qāsim was being led, instead coming there voluntarily.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s attitude was one of elder sisterly indignation.
“Durgesh, I know your beloved, my younger sister, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, isn’t with us. Yet, I can’t tell it to Al Zakāt Al Qāsim. It’s a delicate matter about our younger brother.”
I looked at Muħammad bin Qāsim’s sullen, hostile, features.
“Just a minute,” I warned Al Kubrah Al Qāsim gravely, “I already have a client in this case. Legally I am disqualified to represent you as your lawyer without my client’s express permission. Please don’t tell me anything in confidence. I may not be legally free to help you.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim produced an envelope that had a hand written address on it.
I scrutinized it carefully.
The address on the sealed envelope was mine and I was sure it was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s handwriting.
I opened the envelope myself.
It contained a letter in Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s handwriting that he had retained me as the family lawyer. I had to represent every family member. If I was not qualified legally to represent some family member, I can engage any advocate to assist me in the court.
A check for Ten million dollars was already given to me.
I smiled at Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
“Alright, in the light of this express authority letter I can represent you too and anything you say to me is now privileged communication. You may shoot now.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me equally gravely now.
“You are my younger sister’s, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim’s, live in relationship partner. You are yourself a family member. This thing has been preying on my mind ever since I heard what Muħammad bin Qāsim said to the police. I thought at first, my duty was to back up my younger brother in a chivalrous, in a loyal and gallant attempt. In my opinion, Muħammad bin Qāsim was protecting a young woman’s good name. Then, when I began to think of how serious it might be…”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim paused, watched Muħammad bin Qāsim scrutinizing him judiciously, and continued,
“Because−well, because perhaps that murder is linked with it. I can’t keep quiet any longer.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled good-naturedly.
“What’s eating you? What’s got into you, Bājī?”*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim didn’t hesitate even a bit.
“You may think, Muħammad bin Qāsim, that your elder sister is throwing you to the wolves, but…”
“Never,” Muħammad bin Qāsim said gravely, “you just go ahead and tell Jījū what’s eating you. And don’t worry about me. Your younger brother is a big boy now, Bājī. I can take care of not only myself but yours too as well.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim kept looking anxiously at me.
“Don’t you think I’m doing the right thing, Durgesh?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Oh, go ahead and spill out to him whatsoever you want to. Let it be out of your system now. However, it doesn’t make any difference to me. I want everyone to understand it definitely and finally.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Durgesh, I don’t think he is telling the truth. Would you mind to explain to my foolish younger brother the importance of telling the truth in legal matter, especially when there’s a murder is involved?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled ironically.
“Have you been taking liberties with the truth, Muħammad bin Qāsim?” I asked, “Perhaps just fudging the least little bit.”
“Certainly not, Jījū. I’m not a damn fool enough to do that.”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim, I know that you have.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim contradicted him, “I tell you I heard that shot and got up. I looked in your room. You weren’t in your bed. You hadn’t been in your room.”*
Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t speak even a single word.
Both Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and his most dearest daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, were his most loyal followers.
Yet, there was a difference too in their following of Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was one of those rare Musalmān Beauties who still followed Imām Muħammad Ħasan, not Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, even while the tremendous success of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in establishing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah in Saůūdī Årab, now Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat and in countless Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had claimed that even Al Jannat had Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah in majority.
Even Ħuzūrs were actually a Hindu, not a Musalmān.
The Musalmīn means only the persons who are devoted and dedicated to establish peace everywhere even at the cost of self-sacrifice.
That’s what Al Shahādat fil Islam does mean, not for spreading any kind of imperialism whether Årab Imperialism whether Iranian or some other whatsoever.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had further claimed that before 1857, there was Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah everywhere in majority.
The Pseudo Ummat-e-Muslimah has always been brought to minority, if not abolished.
That’s why there was such a perfect Hindu Muslim Unity before 1857.
The True Musalmīn never resorted to the communal interpretations of Al Qur’an Al Kareem, Al Aħādīs Al Muqaddasāt and Al Tārīkħ Al Islam.
They never interpreted ‘Wa lā tunkiħū al musharikīn ħattā yu’minū.’
‘And don’t marry polytheistic men to your women until they bring Īmān.’
−Al Qur’an Al Kareem: 2 Al Baqarah| 221,
−as ‘don’t marry Vedic Monotheist Hindus even.
To them, it was a månvī taħrīf, a distortion in meaning of Al Qur’an Al Kareem and deniable consequently, accordingly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had even offered Imām Muħammad Ħasan that she could manage his own mårāj, as Allah Rabbil Åālmīn Subħān wa tålā had arranged for Ħuzūrs.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan could himself go in the past and watch himself the majority of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah everywhere with his own eyes.
He wanted to have both Al Kubrah Al Qāsim and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim with him in his time travel proposed thus, by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
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Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd smiled.
She was now fucking me wildly moving her buttocks in rapid back and forth movements.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at her somewhat surprised.
Evidently, she didn’t expect it from Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
She expected tears from her and a horrible scene.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was prepared for both.
“Damn her!” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus gritted through her teeth to herself.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was quite confident and in immense possession of her faculties.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus expected Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd couldn’t listen to the awful things she was saying.
She would turn and run out of the house.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had planned to call after Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd that she had until tomorrow night to move her things out, otherwise she would move them herself.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd’s quite composure had thrown her off her grounds.
It was evident now that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd had herself transformed in her three months’ vacation.
Evidently, Durgesh was not fucking Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd today.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd feigned it that she fucked me one month ago first time and surrendered her virginity.
Actually, she was smart enough to fool Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s private detectives and had done it right under their nose, four months ago.*
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm watched me.
What a man!
Equally popular among every age group of Musalmān Beauties.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was Durgesh’s young Musalmān live in relationship partner.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim could be handled by Durgesh and Durgesh only, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had advised Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.
“But Al Muħammad Al Qāsim wants my problem child to marry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had laughed, “He would never marry a gambling girl.”
“We need Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand to face Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled patronizingly.
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus needs Durgesh’s violent nonstop sex kicks, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.”
“Act wisely. Al Safiyah Al Ghaus married Al Nadīm Al Quddūs because Al Nadīm Al Quddūs is Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s elder brother. And Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is a billionaire. You are a trillionaire. Put Durgesh in front of her. Durgesh is a multi-zillionaire. Get rid of the both problem women you have.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm thought and decided to act under the shrewdest guidance of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.*
I was listening to Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.
“I’m making up some of my lost life. I was brought up according to rigid, puritanic, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān standards.None of the people around me took time out to enjoy life. They couldn’t enjoy youth because they were preparing to take part in life, as if Hindus never do it. You Hindus, in my opinion, are enjoying life utmost optimum. The utmost Musalmān Beauties fuck you/you Hindus. Why the hell they don’t even learn from you/you Hindus how to enjoy life utmost optimum as well as to take part in it the best they can?”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm was furious.
“Because we Musalmān Beauties are also damn fools as our Musalmān mankind is.”
I kept smiling non-commitally.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm went on furiously.
“What we utmost Musalmān Beauties enjoy with you/you Hindus is only an infinitesimally significant part of your grand superb every way accomplished life. I was a damn fool that I married Al Chughad Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. I must have married you. Even as one of your infinite live in relationship partners I would have gained more.”
“Thank you.” I smiled graciously, sophisticatedly, “Thank you very much. You have honored me very much, as well as us Hindus too.”
“Hey,” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm laughed mischievously, “you are honoring me as well. Thank you very much.”
I looked at her perplexed.
“Sorry, I couldn’t understand you.”
She pointed her pointing finger toward between my legs.
“You have a nice erection there.”
I smiled sophisticatedly, elegantly.
“Are you? Really?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled cunningly, “For honoring my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān extraordinary beauty in such a nice way?”
I laughed urbanely.
“Want to do what it’s demanding?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm marched to me confidently and looked into my Hindu male eyes invitingly.
“If you are kind enough to honor my intentions too.” I too looked into Al Nāsirah Al Karīm’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes.
She grabbed my rocking hard Uncut Hindu Penis.
“I said I kicked loose from the conventional traces.”
I hugged Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.
“Poor Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.” I whispered.
“Poor.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said significantly.
We kissed each other passionately.
She kept on holding my rock hard Uncut Hindu Penis.
Rather her hold on it more and more strengthened.
“Ravenous?” I whispered.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my husband, is a hell of a lover. He is only a money magnet. They say you are both.”
I cupped her buttocks.
“Nice Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān flesh you have there.”
“Thank you; enjoy in any manner whatsoever you damn please.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said smiling at me seductively.
We both undressed each other.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm kissed my Uncut Hindu Penis.
I kissed her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
She pushed me back.
I fell on my back.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm straddled me on my mouth keeping her Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt on my lips and licking my Uncut Hindu Penis as well.
Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm was extremely beautiful.
She was more beautiful in her glorious Musalmān nudity.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm swallowed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and started sucking me ravenously.
“Your first, darling?” I asked with immense love in my voice.
“Sure.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled suavely, “Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my damn fool husband hates oral sex.”
“How nice of him.” I said, “I am your first in your mouth.”
“And you’ll be the last too. Your Uncut Hindu Lund is very tasty.”
“I think I can have you in my mouth from now on whenever I damn please?”
“Oh sure, my pleasure, darling.”
“Hey, your Uncut Hindu Penis is still growing into my mouth. Wonderful. That’s a phenomenon, a miracle.”
“Thank you, enjoy.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm sucked me for almost one hour.
Then she straddled me once more.
Now she was facing me boldly.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm herself positioned my Uncut Hindu Penis between her quivering ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips.
Then instead pushing herself on it, she smiled at me.
“I won’t let you fuck me first. I am ravenous to fuck you myself. Sorry.”
“Go ahead. You are most welcome.” I smiled gracefully.*
Elbows on the rail, we looked down on the heads and shoulders of people leaning over the rails on the lower decks.
It was a latest ultramodern HVSI ship.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was glad that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had ultimately arranged her three months’ vacation.
She was gladder that her Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had managed me to accompany her in her vacation.
How grateful to Allah she was.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had successfully disinherited her from his own Abbū, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s property.
Yet, her Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had offered her to support from thereon.
Iyyāka nåbudu wa iyyaāka nastaåīnu.
Sirātallazīn anåmt ålayhim ghairil maghzūbi ålayhim wa lā alazzwāllīn.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd smiled at me.
“There’s the couple we saw last night in the restaurant.” she squeezed my hand.
I followed the direction of her gaze.
“She was in our cabin when our baggage came aboard.”
“Åāliyah Muħammad Ůsmān?” I said gravely.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd smiled at me.
“Hey, you know her? Have you already fucked her even before me?”
“Nonsense.” I admonished Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, “She is the youngest daughter of Muħammad Ůsmān from his first wife Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah. And I haven’t fucked every Musalmān Beauty I know ever.”
“That’s why Åāliyah Muħammad Ůsmān is fooling around with that Underworld Don, Shankar Mahāpralayankar.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd winked at me, “The damn fool doesn’t know how hard your Uncut Hindu Lund is for us Musalmān Beauties. Even Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Lund doesn’t stand anywhere in comparison to your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, please! Can’t you comparatively younger Musalmān Beauties think of anything else?”
“Hey, you munāfiq, you hypocrite, what anything else is there to think of, better than your Uncut Hindu Lund, for us Musalmān Beauties?”*
I spanked Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd on her gorgeous Musalmān buttocks.
“Sālī, try to think something else too beside sex.”
“I’m neither that old nor crazy.”
I kissed her.
“Okay. Want me inside?”
“Don’t ask me ever, you idiot. Just go ahead and fuck me.”
She undressed me, kissed my Uncut Hindu Penis, licked it, then pushed me on my back and straddled me on my mouth in 69.
Her young adult Musalmān Cunt rested on my lips and she swallowed my Uncut Hindu Prick into her absolutely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
It was rock hard already.
“Have you noticed something, Hindu fucker of us Musalmān Beauties?” she asked.
“I notice many things.” I winked at her, “What do you have?”
“In this ever largest ship, there are not Ashvinātam couples only. Most of them are Musalmān couples actually. But I don’t see even a single Musalmān fucking his Musalmān wife. Instead, several of them are watching their Musalmān wives either fucking Hindu males, or the Hindu males fucking their Musalmān wives.”
“I know some of them personally. They hate Hindus very much. Yet, here…”
“They are taking it absolutely normal?” I smiled.
“Isn’t it surprising?”
“I don’t think so.”
“It’s normal in this atmosphere. Most of the Musalmān Beauties on the ship believe that only Hindu males are their perfect match. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Seven movements: Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, have now created a mass belief of it. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has vowed to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah replacing Pseudo Islam completely.”
“So many persons now believe Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza personified, reincarnated.”
“Reincarnation is a Hindu belief, Durgesh. Islam doesn’t support reincarnation.”
“I know. Yet, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has successfully made most of the Musalmīn believe that. Now it’s a mass belief whether true or untrue.”
“Mass belief is a tangible psychic force. Notice the authentic stories of persons who have violated Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands beliefs. Almost all of them met with disaster. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has successfully established her dream society Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah on those islands. There are so many orthodox Musalmān families that didn’t have any male child. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan spread the rumors among them that if they visit Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands and leave at least one of their lady members there to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah they would certainly have a male child in their family.”
“And it happens?”
“And it happens.” I said, “Hundreds of Thousands of minds believe it now. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used her seven movements successfully to do it.”
“How the hell otherwise can you explain it?”
“Well,” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd laughed mischievously winking at me, “how interesting, how sexy, how miraculous and how true nevertheless.”
“Are you telling me?” I said gravely.
“Here comes Muħammad Ůsmān. But, hey, he doesn’t have his first wife, Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah, with him. Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās, his newly wed fourth Musalmān wife’s elder sister, Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās is with him.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd smiled astutely.*
Muħammad Ůsmān smiled at me energetically.
“Hi, Jījū, enjoying my one more sister?”
“Definitely not,” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd held her beautiful proudly, “He is a bloody softie moralist Hindu, not far better than any bastard Musalmān. He won’t enjoy any of your bold Musalmān sisters ever. Your bold Musalmān sister is enjoying the silly Hindu Jījū of yours.”
Muħammad Ůsmān laughed.
“Jījū, she is dynamite.”
“Don’t worry sālé. I enjoy playing with these dynamites. Let her bark whatsoever she wants to. My Uncut Hindu Lund in her Musalmān Choot can take care of her even more than optimum.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd winked at me.
Muħammad Ůsmān and Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās laughed.
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās had retained a slender graceful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān figure and walked with long, easy strides.
Her dark brown eyes studied my ever-young face gravely, sophisticatedly yet seductively.
I never met any Beauty in my life that didn’t looked at me seductively.
I didn’t know why.
Was it my infinite Bhogyantrānk?
Well, what the hell anything else could it be?
If I was handsome, still in my sixty-three, I wasn’t alone.
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās watched me with interest then swung to Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
Muħammad Ůsmān, however, didn’t as much as shift his eye from my Uncut Hindu Prick penetrating Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd’s graceful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
She had changed her position in the meantime, yet still straddling me.
I watched Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās and Muħammad Ůsmān as they passed Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd and me.
Muħammad Ůsmān was now staring with preoccupation at the dark curtain of night beyond the magnificent latest new model HVSI ship.
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās was frankly sizing up her fellow passengers.
“You’ve met her?” I asked Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd watching Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās still now.
“Yes, they were in our cabin for a few minutes. You were in the bathroom then.”
I once more stared down at the couple on the lower deck.
Åāliyah Muħammad Ůsmān and Shankar Mahāpralayankar were still there.*
I was watching now the intermittent, irregular, flashing of signal lights, inhaling the scents of the warm tropical air.
The decks became silent and deserted.
The passengers had sought their cabins.
I turned abruptly as I felt the presence of some third person there.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was now on her knees and elbows.
I was fucking her from her young glorious behind now.
“Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās?” I commented somewhat surprised, “Now alone? Where is Muħammad Ůsmān?”
“He is with my husband Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī.” Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās said gravely, “I’ve deliberately come to you alone. I want to consult you.”
“Consult me? Professionally?”
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās nodded.
I studied Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās with patient appraising eyes.
“What about?” I asked.
“About my daughter, Ħamd Yūnus Saåīdī.”
“Well,” I smiled, “I think you are misjudging my profession, Mrs. Yūnus Saåīdī. I’m not exactly a practicing barrister anymore. I don’t need to work for money now.”
“I know you are a multi zillionaire now. Yet you still work to protect the interest of us Musalmān Beauties. Don’t you?”
“Well,” I hesitated somewhat.
“Please, don’t refuse. My daughter Ħamd Yūnus Saåīdī and I both need you very much.”
“But your husband…”
“He isn’t my daughter’s father.”
“I see. You said your daughter’s name is Ħamd Yūnus Saåīdī.”
“Sure, sure, but it’s the name Ħamd Yūnus Saåīdī adopted deliberately. She hates her real father and me, both.”
“Because her real father is a Hindu.”
“Ħamd Yūnus Saåīdī hates me for it. She doesn’t understand Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī is a corrupt politician.”
My recent encounter with Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī flashed in front of my eyes.*
I tapped on the door of Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās’s apartment.
There wasn’t any response.
I tapped again.
“The door was flung open.
“Well, it’s about time you got here.” Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās said. “We…”
Her melodious voice trailed away into dismayed, yet still pleasant, welcoming silence, as she saw me.
“Well, well, well, the Mayor himself again?”
“I thought you must be given abundant material now to write your second bestseller, ‘Our Mayor with me: Again’, the sequel to your first bestseller, ‘Our Mayor with me’.”
She winked at me.
“My husband is present now.”
“That’s very good. I’d certainly enjoy once more you fucking in front of your corrupt politician Musalmān husband. I love to see his sheer helplessness on his corrupt bearded rugged face.”
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās laughed.
“Come in. I’d love to watch you degrading my corrupt politician Musalmān husband once more.”
“You have really written a highly successful novel highlighting my sex life too much.”
“Not only yours, mine too with you.” Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās smiled cunningly.
“The critics are writing in their reviews now that you deliberately did it to humiliate your corrupt politician Musalmān husband and harm his political career in this way. What’s your response to the charges the critics have charged you with?”
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I looked at my watch.
“Let’s discuss it afterward. First, let’s go to the bank and cash this check. Are you known there at the bank?”
“Sure, I’ve always done my uncle’s banking business.”
“He has sufficient balance there to honor this check in his commercial checking account?”
“Of course, there was around a hundred million dollars in it when I left. I keep his books and make out his checks.”
“I see, not Al Kubrah Al Qāsim? Not Al Zakāt Al Qāsim even?”
“No, they have their own business establishments to take care of.”
“Yet, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim himself signs his checks after you make them?”
“That’s right.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd cooed, “He wanted me to sign the checks up to one million dollars at least. I requested him to let me more understand the business before I have such financial rights.”
“What do you want done with this money, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd? You can’t go around carrying a sum like that.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd smiled impishly now.
“Doesn’t the letter itself say you are to take charge of it and fix it in such a way that I can have it but nobody else could find it?”
“That’s right. But, you’ve some cash with you?”
“Actually I don’t. Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim saw that I had traveler’s checks when I started my trip. But everything was a lot more expensive than we had expected. I cashed my last traveler’s check in Mumbai. I had just enough money left for taxi fare here. I’ll have to take taxi fare home out of the money we get on this check.”
“Hey, what do you mean?”
“You asked me are you accepted as my new live in relationship partner. Didn’t you?” I smiled.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd suddenly got the meaning.
She shouted in sheer unanticipated pleasant surprise.
“Meaning we are live in relationship partner now?”
“If you are such an idiot that you prefer an old man of more than double your age on some quite young prince charming of your own age group.” I smiled again.
She plunged at me.
“You mean inexperienced morons? Never. I want the experienced mastermind to take care of my financial affairs, my life, every damn thing related to me and me too.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd put her young beautiful arms around my neck, “and if you call me an idiot for it, I damn care. To hell with everything else if I have the great Durgesh as my live in relationship partner.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd kissed me passionately on my lips.*
She didn’t leave me despite my insistently telling her,
“We can do it whole life, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. The encashment of the check is more important now.”
“You are an old man of sixty three if what you claim is true and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is wrong. But I am not old.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd undressed me fully then and there.
She kissed my rock hard Uncut Hindu Penis, licked it and then sucked.
“Idiot,” I said, “the encashment of the check is more important, I say. They can try to stop the payment of the check. All the precautions taken by Al Muħammad Al Qāsim can be checkmated by Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.”
“Fuck Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock madly, “She was always after money. I was always after your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. Understand?”
“You are a moron.”
“To hell if I am really moron even. It doesn’t make any difference now. I have the Everbest Mastermind as my live in relationship partner.”
After sucking me to her heart’s content in 69 position, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd mounted my Uncut Hindu Lund, straddled me, positioned my Uncut Hindu Lund between her till virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān labial lips, and started to fuck me endlessly.
She didn’t even let me to act on my accord.
So ravenous Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was for me, for my Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot that I could succeed to take her to the bank only after one complete month, not before it.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd fucked me in every position she could think of.
“I want your Hindu semen running through my veins instead of my blood.” she winked at me, fucking me ravenously.*
We went down in the elevator, walked to the bank a block.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim keeps a large amount in liquid money?” I asked still fucking her.
The only difference was that now she was my mare, my burrāq and now I was mounting Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd instead otherwise.
“Uncle likes to have cash on hand that he can use whenever he wants to for quick investments without bothering to sale stocks or bonds. He keeps unusually large amounts of cash, yes.” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim was very happy that now I was fucking her openly.
“You know the girls at the teller window?” I asked her when we reached the bank.
“Oh, yes,” she said, “not all of them, but still several of them. There are Nigār Ħabīb and Arjun Dhanurdhar fucking having a short line in front of their window.”
We took our place in the line.
I was still fucking her from her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān behind.
The line thinned out at the window.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd endorsed the check and pushed it through the wicket.
“Hey, hello Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.” Arjun Dhanurdhar laughed, “Congratulations that ultimately you succeeded in winning our Mayor’s great unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Thank you.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd cooed politely.
“A deposit?” Nigār Ħabīb asked smiling, “Congratulations.”
“Thank you. Not a deposit. I am cashing a check actually.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd smiled.
“All right,” Nigār Ħabīb opened a drawer, “how do you want it? You−” she looked at the check, paused in stiff arrested motion, said, “Excuse me for a moment, please.”
She handed the check to Arjun Dhanurdhar.
Arjun Dhanurdhar saw the check.
He smiled at me.
“Sir, I am sorry. I appreciate you are with her. But as it happens, there isn’t any money to cover this check.”*
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was startled.
“What? There isn’t any money to cover this check?”
“That’s right. There isn’t any money to cover this check.”
I grabbed her waist and pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to my balls entirely.
“Take it easy. I anticipated it. That’s why I was trying to convince you. But you were so ravenous then that you didn’t hear me even a bit.”
“Okay, okay, you were right.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd pushed her buttocks even more into my lap, causing my Uncut Hindu Lund penetrate her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot even more and more, “Now, what?”
I started playing with her boobs fucking her passionately once more.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said incredulously.
“When I left, there was more than one hundred million dollars in the account.”
“The account has been cleaned out by a court order.” Nigār Ħabīb informed, swallowing Arjun Dhanurdhar’s Uncut Hindu Prick into her ardent Musalmān Cunt, “It’s been transferred to a conservator. I think you must better see your uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. Maybe Mayor Sir can explain to you what has happened.”
“What’s the exact status of the account?” I asked Nigār Ħabīb.
“Sir, a court order was there appointing a conservator.” Nigār Ħabīb said, pushing her nude glorious ardent Musalmān buttocks into Arjun Dhanurdhar’s nude Hindu male lap, “The conservator asked for the balance in the account and wrote a check for the exact amount, transferring funds to an account in the name of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus as conservator.”*
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was dumbfounded.
“What? Al Safiyah Al Ghaus as conservator, not Al Nadīm Al Quddūs?”
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs?” Nigār Ħabīb raised her eyebrows, “Who is Al Nadīm Al Quddūs?”
“He is my Abbū.”
“He is the elder brother of my uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
“He deserved more to be a conservator if it was necessary. How the hell his ever cunning wife was appointed a conservator instead?”
“I don’t know. Neither was it any of the bank’s concern. You must go through the court proceedings for it.” Nigār Ħabīb said politely.
“When did all this happen?” I asked.
“Day before yesterday, sir.”
“Okay. I think I see.”
Both Nigār Ħabīb’s and Arjun Dhanurdhar’s eyes were sympathetic as Nigār Ħabīb handed the check back to Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
“I’m sorry,” Nigār Ħabīb said, and then added, “but that’s rather an unusual check.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd watched Nigār Ħabīb.
“I know it is. Yet, that’s the way Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim wanted it.”
“Well,” Arjun Dhanurdhar said politely, yet definitely, “you’d better have a talk with him. If you don’t mind, you should have a talk with this Al Safiyah Al Ghaus too. Do you know her?”
“Sure,” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd cooed, “the great lady caused the divorce of my Ammī, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd. She snatched away my Abbū, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, from my Ammī, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd. Then she deliberately disinherited me from my own real Abbū’s property. And now she is after disinheriting me from my uncle’s property as well.”
Nigār Ħabīb was surprised.
“And you let her do all these things to you?”
“I was a damn fool then, Nigār Ħabīb. I should have raped Durgesh already.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said furiously.
Nigār Ħabīb flashed a sharp glance at me.
Then she turned back to Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
“That’s right. We Musalmān Beauties should understand who loves us actually and who doesn’t. I am sure now you are in right hands ultimately.”
“Ultimately.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd repeated bitterly.
“You have been away?”
“Yes, I was deliberately sent on a vacation nearly three months ago.”
“Apparently a good deal has happened while you’ve gone.”
“Quite a good deal, Nigār Ħabīb. Thanks for taking this much interest in me.”
“You are most welcome, ma’am. Never you need to mention it even. It’s our pleasure.”
We returned from the bank.
“Give me that damn check, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. And give me that letter too. Now, let’s go to your Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s house. If possible, let’s talk with your uncle.”
“If possible? What do you mean?”*
I looked at her.
“Were you born yesterday? Can’t you understand what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is after? A conservator isn’t appointed by a court until and unless a person isn’t incompetent. Do you understand?”
“Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is thoroughly competent.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said furiously.
“But he could be framed.”
“Allah,” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was horrified.
“He may have had a stroke or something. A person at that age is getting to a point where those things do happen if he/she isn’t extraordinarily careful. It’s quite obvious that there’s been a very drastic change in the situation while you were gone. It’s also quite possible that for some reason, this or that, it doesn’t count, you may not see your uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd’s eyes were dark with alarm.
“You think Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has−?”
“I don’t know. Your uncle was all right when he wrote that letter, but evidently, something has happened after that. Perhaps he isn’t getting well with his Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.”
“Isn’t getting well with his Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus?” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd shouted desperately, “Who the hell she is? It’s his house. It’s his property. If he isn’t getting well with that bitch, why the hell he couldn’t get rid of her? He didn’t want them to come and see him in the first place.”
“Alright, let’s go.”*
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd managed to smile at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus too smiled at Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
“Oh, hello Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. Congratulations that you’ve managed to get Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund into your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”
“Thank you.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd cooed.
“Did you have a good trip?”
“Oh, sure. What happened? Where’s Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus watched Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd cunningly as if she was trying to determine whether Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was really that chicken.
Whether Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd really didn’t understand what she was up against?
“Your Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had to be taken away.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus cooed ultimately.
“Taken away?” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd registered her surprise, “Where? Why the hell?”
“He’s in a home where he’ll be given the best of care.”
“Where?” I interfered.
“Oh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus cooed once again, “Let me talk with my daughter. Will you please?”
“I’m not your daughter.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said curtly, “I’d rather prefer to die if I have to be your daughter. Where is my uncle? I ask you again.”
“Don’t worry. He is better. We suppose you, of course, will want to move out just as soon as you can get your things together.”*
The smile on the beautiful lips of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was a cold and frosty smile.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd watched her in consternation.
It was a new thing for Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus too had won my prize Uncut Hindu Lund for her ever cunning ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot in this three month period.
Nigār Ħabīb was right.
A great many things had happened that had changed the situation drastically in the three months she was deliberately sent away.
If Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim hadn’t anticipated it, if he hadn’t consulted Durgesh already, if they were not working already on the plan Durgesh proposed, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, the bitch, had made them beggars now successfully.
How necessary it was for a Musalmān Beauty to have Durgesh on her side.
As far as Durgesh is fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, the bitch, too, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd suspected it was not myself.
It must have been a robot.
A humanoid robot exactly identical to me.
Ved Nagar was a Dream City.
It was already in Robot–Space-and-Etheric Bodies era, despite the rest of the globe still didn’t want to enter in the same.
“We’ve locked up your bedroom so that your things will be safe, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus pushed her nude glorious Musalmān buttocks into my nude Hindu male lap, swallowing my entire rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever cunning ever smart Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“That’s very kind of you.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd cooed, “I’m glad however that you have ultimately successfully cuckolded my ever foolish Abbū, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. He deserved it.”
“Thank you.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus cooed, too, “It wasn’t too difficult. You see, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was already running a movement Cuckold Your Musalmān husband. I had only to join it.”
“How do you feel that a humanoid robot is making love to you?”
“I can’t tell you. I never experienced that. How do you feel yourself? I think it’s better than a vibrator at least.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd laughed.
“It’s Durgesh himself making love to me, my dear stepmother. You check for yourself. The humanoid robots available in Ved Nagar have sometimes poor Hindu semen in their humanoid feigned Hindu balls.”
“Oh, don’t worry.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus cooed pleasantly, “Perhaps you are forgetting that I am a qualified MD medical specialist myself. I’ve checked the semen I allowed. It’s Durgesh’s Hindu semen no doubt. I think I’m pregnant moreover with Durgesh’s ever successful Hindu semen in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb.”
“Congratulations. Please congratulate my ever-foolish Abbū, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, too. He deserved it more than anyone else does. He couldn’t appreciate my Ammī, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd’s exclusive love for him. The moron.”
“When do you want to remove your things?”
“Never, my dear stepmother, never.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd watched Al Safiyah Al Ghaus cunningly, “You have successfully disinherited me from my own real Abbū, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s property because I was a damn fool then. Now, I am wiser. Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund’s injections in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, for more than one month nonstop, have cured my immense stupidity now for once and all.”
“Thank you. This is my home. It’s been my home ever since you were not even allowed here, neither your hen pecked cuckolded foolish husband, my Abbū, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. I’m certainly not going to move out. I am going to see Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and find out what this is all about.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
It was still a very pleasant sweetest melodic laugh however.
“Young lady, we’d like to have you out by tomorrow night. I’ve ordered my slave Al Nadīm Al Quddūs to figure on renting the house furnished. It will bring in a very tidy sum. You are not going to stay here anymore. You’ve sponged off your uncle long enough.”
“Sponged off?” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd laughed melodically too, “What do you mean my ever bitch stepmother? I’ve been taking care of him that even his own children didn’t do. Their own damn businesses were more important to them, instead of their ever providing Abbū. Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was even furious to disinherit all of them, but I convinced him not to do it. That’s his billions are still intact. Otherwise, there was nothing for you even. Why, you, yourself, told me that I had been working too hard and I needed to take a three months’ vacation.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus pushed her immensely beautiful gorgeous glorious buttocks into my nude Hindu male lap once more.
I had pulled out my Uncut Hindu Prick from her Musalmān Cunt until only its head was inside.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus swallowed my entire rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot once more.
Her corpulent, obese, fat, fleshy, rotund, plump, Musalmān buttocks again vanished into my nude Hindu male lap.
She squeezed her vaginal muscles around my Uncut Hindu Lund strongly.
I felt immense sexual bliss pervading my entire Hindu male body through my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“I’ve found a lot of things about you since you left, young lady,” she said bitterly to Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, “I have been appointed conservator of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s property and I certainly intend to conserve the property. I intend to keep it from being wasted and dissipated, or given to shrewd and designing persons. I have more than enough evidence now, young lady, that you were intending to play on Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my younger brother in law, for a good thing and get all of his money even disinheriting all of his own children. Shame on you. You are too greedy even to wait for Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s death. Instead, you have been milking my younger brother in law right along.”
It was almost five minutes before Al Kubrah Al Qāsim returned.
Her manner was apologetic.
“Now,” she said, “there are complications.”
“Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, was delayed in town. He’s on his way out here now. I got Abbū on the phone and told him I’d leave the papers. Unfortunately, Abbū says I’ll have to wait for Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. He…”
She couldn’t even finish her sentence.
A car was coming there.
“Here he comes.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “That’s my Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s car.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs stopped his car and jumped out.
“Well, well, well,” he smiled at both of us, especially at Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, “you are already here? But still you are late.”
“Late?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at him surprised.
“Sure, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has gone already.”
“Certainly.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs confirmed what he had said, “The conference started on even before the pre scheduled time. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim phoned Bahū Begum,Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, and my wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, about eight saying he would be home around eleven or eleven thirty. Then he left us about nine o’clock stating that he was driving back to his home at Ved Nagar. He wanted to be home by eleven.”
“You didn’t go with him?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim asked.
“No, he wanted us to discuss some business matters more. He wanted us to reach a consensus in them. He instructed me especially to see to it. After he left, I paced the floor idly for a couple of turns and wound up standing at the window looking down on the street.”
“Standing at the window? Looking down on the street, Chachājān?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said puzzled somewhat.
What a tragedy.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs hated his own daughter, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, and loved Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, his younger brother’s, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was the shrewdest of all the sisters and cousins.
Even Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was impressed very much by Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s tremendous success with Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Al Nadīm Al Quddūs too.
Both of them loved Al Kubrah Al Qāsim wildly.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim could never understand how Al Kubrah Al Qāsim managed it.
We were now walking to the elevator.
“Sure,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said responding to his niece, “I even saw Al Muħammad Al Qāsim cross to the curb, stand a moment, and then walk diagonally across the street. He crossed the other sidewalk on a diagonal to the corner, and then walked around the corner. After that, I was unable to see your Abbū, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim. The building on the opposite corner obstructed his further view.”
We had dressed again before Al Nadīm Al Quddūs reached us.
He wasn’t quite used to the Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog atmosphere of Ved Nagar still now.
He still felt awkward to it.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim insisted to keep fucking me, but I admonished her deliberately.
“Oh,” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “you left the window, I think.”
“No, that’s the interesting incidence I wanted to tell both of you. I continued to stand at the window thinking of our industrial problems, inadvertently.”
“Oh, and what’s interesting in it?”
“Within a matter of seconds after my younger brother, your Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, had started across the street, I saw the shadow of an extremely beautiful woman.”
“You saw the shadow of her, not herself?”
“Herself afterward, at first I saw her shadow only.”
“I see. Anything particular, if you noticed?”
“It was a very shapely shadow. I mean to say the shadow itself intrigued, fascinated, charmed, captivated me because it appeared to be cast by a young woman who was…well, shapely.”
We had come to the elevator.*
The elevator arrived.
We stepped inside.
To Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s immense surprise, both his ever-cunning wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, and his Bahū Begum, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, were already in the elevator.
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Bahū Begum, you are late.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was surprised pleasantly, “Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had told you…”
“Nothing.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said curtly.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs felt hurt.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm never respected her relationship with him.
She still believed Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was after her own trillions as well as after the billions of his younger brother and her husband, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
He opened his mouth to protest, but Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had already dismissed him.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs controlled himself patiently.
What the use after all?
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was so greedy openly that Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t make anyone believe he wasn’t greedy at all.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s mind was racing.
If Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, her Abbū, really succeeded in his planning, what would happen?
Could she work out the things with Durgesh?
Would her other family members be prepared to listen to her?
Maybe…After all, she was an Al Qāsim.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, her Abbū, had himself chosen her his would be successor.
She had to solve the present dilemma.
Her other sisters didn’t have the proper guts.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was a clandestine gay.
He was unable to run, Al Qāsim Group of Companies.
He couldn’t run a single company, Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company even.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand had already taken charge.
In seven years, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had achieved so very much.
It had not been easy.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was a great help.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand also wanted to see her in charge of Al Qāsim Group of Companies.
He advised her to even to rape Durgesh, if the Hindu moralist didn’t buzz.
Only Durgesh could fulfil her dreams, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim frowned even more deeply.
He is now hers already.
He isn’t any problem.
He is obsessed to fuck Musalmān Beauties.
Any Musalmān Beauty can have Durgesh if she really surrendered to him.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was in control now.
Moreover, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim planned to stay in control.
Everyone in Al Qāsim family has to accept that fact.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus watched Al Kubrah Al Qāsim profoundly.
Yet neither of them made any eye contact with her.
Eye contact was always a mistake.
It led to mundane conversations like ‘Isn’t it hot today’ or ‘Nice weather we are having’.
Elevator conversations were a total waste of time.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim took no further notice of them either.
She was thinking of the problems that lay ahead.
Suddenly, the elevator ground to a stop mid-floors, and the lights went out, plunging all of us into inky blackness.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus exclaimed.
“Allah, what the hell happened?”
“Generator gone out, I think.”
“But the lights on again.”
“Emergency lights, stupid.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“I am not stupid, neither my niece Al Kubrah Al Qāsim is. We both are black belt karate champions. She deliberately brought you here. Now, decide yourself who is stupid.”
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs admonished his wife, “are you crazy? If Durgesh has come here, it’s never because Al Kubrah Al Qāsim brought him here. He came here on his own volition.”*
Al Islam Al Wahāb looked at Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic.
She remembered her days when Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic wasn’t Al Qāsim Al Åbdullah.
Her Bahū Begum, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, said Al Islam Al Wahāb had done a great wrong to them by insisting that Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic should be converted to Islam before Al Islam Al Wahāb and Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic marry.
“Al Nāsirah Al Karīm is right.” Al Islam Al Wahāb’s second Bahū Begum, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus also said, “India is Hindu dominant country.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb watched both of her Bahū Begums bitterly.
“Brahmdutt was already married to the Hollywood heroine Della Kennedy. He couldn’t divorce her. She was heroine in several movies produced and directed by him.”
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs Bhāījān and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim both are from Brahmdutt Abbū?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus asked her mother in law.
“Of course, any objection?” Al Islam Al Wahāb said curtly.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm nodded.
“Ammī, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus thinks Al Nadīm Al Quddūs must return to his original religion.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb shouted.
“Brahmdév Sharmā uncle and Nāzimah Yåqūb auntie invited us yesterday in a party.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said in her sweetest manner.
Al Islam Al Wahāb was immediately all alert.
She never found her Bahū Begum, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, using her sweetest manner until and unless the subject under discussion did not relate to exorbitant money.
Al Quddūs Al Åālam, her first husband, was a millionaire himself.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was not Al Quddūs Al Åālam’s son exactly.
She was in his nikāħ, but Al Islam Al Wahāb had her extramarital affair with Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic even then.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was its natural result.
Al Quddūs Al Åālam knew it very well.
Even then, he acted immensely liberal to the entire situation.
“I know I’m dying, Al Islam Al Wahāb.” he said, “All my thirteen daughters from my previously divorced three wives, and the husbands of my daughters, have proved immensely incapable to run my business. I know, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs isn’t my son. Yet, he has given me more love, respect and loyalty than my own daughters gave me ever. You have been lenient enough till now not to tell Al Nadīm Al Quddūs he isn’t my son.”
“I’m sorry, Al Quddūs Al Åālam,” Al Islam Al Wahāb said patiently, “Brahmdutt couldn’t control himself and I couldn’t stop him. He just assaulted me, invaded me, in passion. Due to your long illness we hadn’t have sex for a long time. I surrendered to him in that wild animal moment.”
“It’s alright. It doesn’t make any difference now. I want to give my estate to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. Would you and Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic be kind enough not to tell him he isn’t my son actually, till I die?”
Before Al Islam Al Wahāb could answer, Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic held Al Quddūs Al Åālam’s hand.
“Don’t worry. He was your son, and he’d remain so till you live.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb looked at Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic.
“It’s alright.” Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic circled her waist in his left arm, “He is dying. We can have more sons. He can’t.”
Al Quddūs Al Åālam suddenly found his eyes filled with tears of immense gratitude.
“Thank you very much, my friend. You’ve made my death easier now.”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan listened to Al Jamīlah Al Sultānova.
The Russian Musalmān Beauty had attracted her attention very much.
She looked at Kħadījah Muħammad.
“Well,” Kħadījah Muħammad said, “you understand ultramodern young Musalmān ladies more, Naåīmah. Durgesh, and I are somewhat older now in comparison to you. If not in our physical bodies, in our understanding of the ultramodern youth at least.”
“Nonsense, Bājī, I couldn’t have done anything at all if you and Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī hadn’t supported me blindly and compelled Durgesh to do what I wanted him to do.”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“That’s all right. That’s all right. But you are forgetting you were doing what we ourselves wanted to, yet couldn’t.”
“Because we hadn’t any Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad to support us. We hadn’t any Imām Muħammad Ħasan who had dreamed of to be Mustafā Kamāl Atāturk of entire Pseudo Islamic countries.”*
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm watched me, scrutinizing me thoughtfully.
She didn’t pay any attention to the fact that the elevator had stopped in the midway.
Her husband Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was planning something to get rid of his ever-greedy relatives, she knew.
He had consulted me in the matter.
I had already helped Al Muħammad Al Qāsim in the matters pertaining to his nudist feminist Musalmān Houseladies, successfully.
I had helped Al Nāsirah Al Karīm too in the matters pertaining to her problem child, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim too.
She could never forget how I convinced Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim if she couldn’t live in relationship with me, she marry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.
“Fuck her yourself.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had said to me.’
“What?” I could not believe a mother could request me to fuck her daughter.
“If you don’t fuck Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, she’d fuck Shankar Mahāpralayankar herself.”
“I don’t want her to have any relationship with Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Shankar Mahāpralayankar is an Underworld Don.”
“Well?” I smiled.
“Shankar Mahāpralayankar isn’t a problem to you because you can handle him successfully through several persons and means he cares for even more than his own life and the Organized Crime Empire he has established with the help of criminal politicians and industrialists all over the globe. I don’t want anything of him. Muħammad Ůsmān, my younger brother, and Muħammad bin Qāsim, my son, are already his patrons. That’s itself more than enough I can bear and handle.”
“Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim loves Shankar Mahāpralayankar?”
“Yes.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm gritted her teeth, “I know Shankar Mahāpralayankar is the second choice of Musalmān Beauties nowadays, not the first one. You are the first choice they always dream of.”
“Tell me something more about your husband’s relatives,” I invited, “have you been fighting with them?”
“Not particularly. Pratāp Bachhalyā and Vikram Bachhalyā are not exactly my husband’s relatives only. They are my sons in law too. And actually I think they respect me more than they respect my husband even.”
“Because you are a trillionaire while your husband is only a billionaire?” I smiled.*
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled.
“Well, money plays an important role in gaining respect too. I think you understand that far better than even I do.”
I smiled too.
“May I ask what did an extremely beautiful lady, as beautiful and as intelligent as you are, find in Al Muħammad Al Qāsim to marry him?”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled significantly.
“Well, he is too a billionaire at least.”
“But you are a trillionaire. You could have…”
“I couldn’t compromise with my freedom to take decisions, in any matter whatsoever. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim promised he would never interfere.”
“Means he wanted your trillions more than he wanted you?”
“Why should I worry the hell about it? I myself wanted only a nominal husband to show to my acquaintances. Didn’t I?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm laughed, “In addition to that he was a billionaire himself too. It meant least demand of money from me than otherwise it would have been.”
I digested the information.
Now I understood why they both were not interested in each other mutually very much.
It wasn’t a marriage actually.
It was only a front they created to show their acquaintances.
Now I understood why Al Muħammad Al Qāsim didn’t object, even slightly, to my solution of his problems.*
I looked at Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
She was still looking at me every now and then somewhat stealthily.
“You have been away since, for several weeks?” I asked.
“Three months almost.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd tried to control herself.
Even then, she couldn’t hide her impishness emerging every now and then.
The ultramodern young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty was not as grave in her nature as she was trying frantically to display herself.
Yes, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was sophisticated, PhD, and she knew the world around her quite well.
Yet, she wasn’t a grave young Musalmān lady despite her desperate efforts to display herself so.
She was a naughty young Musalmān lady, by nature, bubbling with immense mischievous youth even at her twenty- ninth.
Every now and then, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was looking between my legs impishly.
It was more than obvious that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was very pleased to find that she was successful in causing me erection for her.
She was proud of herself that her immense Musalmān beauty was causing it.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd had deliberately gone to a beauty parlour before coming to me.
I was surprised that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd wasn’t in panic at all.
Neither she was worried to the extent she might have been under the similar circumstances some other normal Musalmān Beauty would have been.
Instead, she seemed to be quite confident and surprisingly in possession of her faculties.
I extended my hand.
“There was a check in the letter?”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd passed me a slip of paper.
“Here it is.” she said.
I looked at the check.
Suddenly I straightened.
Gravely I looked at the check again.
“Ten million dollars?” I inadvertently exclaimed.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd looked at me gravely.
“That’s what the check says.”
“I don’t know.”
“He doesn’t want you to have the money?”
“No, he wants you to take charge of the money for me.”
“You too want me to take charge of the money for you?”
“Why not? You claim to be sixty-three. I’m twenty-eight only. You have thirty five years more experiences of life and the world than I do.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said gravely, “They can snatch away the money from me in some way, either this or that, but not from you. My money is in safer hands for me.”
“Quite obviously, quite evidently, there’s something bothering Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
“Let’s find out.” I said.
“Am I accepted?”
“To be your one more new live in relationship partner?” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd asked gravely.
I watched her.
There wasn’t any faintest trace of impishness now in her any manner whatsoever.
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Al Safiyah Al Ghaus couldn’t control herself any more.
“That’s the problem.” she fired her husband.
The ever-incompetent idiot.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled patronizingly.
“What’s the problem?”
“That I married you.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus blurted out. “Shame on you. You can’t fuck your own wife.”
“What the hell you mean? I haven’t fucked you ever? You are a virgin still now?”
“Thank you very much.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said tartly, “And for your kind information, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, I was a widow in Las Vegas, Nevada, when you proposed me. I wasn’t a virgin even then.”
Pratāp Bachhalyā interfered,
“Well, well, well, Bhābhījān, Bhāījān, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī and Durgesh have come here for a definite purpose.”
“Damned if you aren’t right.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs grabbed the opportunity.
It was troublesome for Al Nadīm Al Quddūs that he had to watch his own sisters being fucked so thoroughly by three Hindus.
Damn Hindus and their Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog.
No problem yoga was being appreciated now throughout the globe.
But Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog!
“Just what do you want, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked me.
Pratāp Bachhalyā squirmed fucking his extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim.
“Just a minute, Bhāījān. We unanimously decided that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus Bhābhījān would talk with Durgesh on our behalf. Didn’t we?”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled.
“Then why the hell have we called our lawyer, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī Bājī?”
“It’s alright, Al Nadīm.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī cooed. My Uncut Hindu Penis was still wildly visiting her ever-tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. “I can understand. Pratāp has his faith more in Al Safiyah Al Ghaus Bhābhījān, than in me. I’m still here. Let Al Safiyah Al Ghaus Bhābhījān talk with Durgesh on Pratāp Bachhalyā’s behalf at least.”
“Well,” Vikram Bachhalyā said, “I can’t help that my wife, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim and Pratāp’s wife, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, still have faith in Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī Bājī. I don’t. Pratāp is right. Almost every woman of Durgesh shamelessly says:
‘Once with Durgesh,
all the rest is trash.’
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī laughed.
“I don’t blame you, Vikram Bachhalyā. My sister, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim was never as money minded as she is now.”
“What do you mean?” Vikram Bachhalyā asked curtly.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus prudently avoided the hostility being developed more and more among her sisters and their Bachhalyā Hindu husbands.
In Ved Nagar, despite every effort from me and other Dvij Hindus, the Bachhalyās were still becoming a dominant influencing force now.
The Brāhm Sampradāý, the Brāhm denomination of Hinduism, had opted for the Bachhalyās’ leadership of them.
“Just what do you want Durgesh, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus asked me shrewdly.
“Well,” I said, “I’ve come here as a lawyer representing a client that has an interest adverse to you.”
“Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd?”
“I can’t disclose my client’s name without his express permission.”
“His? Or ‘her’?”
“That’s also a part of privileged communication between a client and a lawyer.”
“What do you want to talk about?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at me patiently.
“Imrān Hāshmī is dead. I want to ask you about circumstances that may have led to his death or…”
“Imrān Hāshmī is dead?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked with cold disbelief, “Well, wasn’t he the husband of Dr. Raziyah Siddīqī?”
“That’s right.” I replied Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
“He can’t be dead.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said curtly, “It would greatly embarrass us. Are you certain of your facts, Jījū?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs regarded me as though he expected me to wither, to weaken, and crawl under the table under the impact of his disapproving stare.
I winked at Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs immediately avoided meeting my eyes.
He looked elsewhere immediately.
Damn the Hindu scoundrel.
The ever-confident rascal.
If only the womankind never supported Durgesh…
“Imrān Hāshmī is quite thoroughly dead. Someone fucked Imrān Hāshmī in his ass and then stabbed him.”
“I never knew Imrān Hāshmī was a gay.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said angrily.
“He never told you?” I asked him feigning surprise, “Perhaps he didn’t know every gay has informed you already that he is a gay. Imrān Hāshmī should also have done the same.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at me irritably.
“I didn’t mean that.”
“Al Nadīm,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus admonished her husband coldly, “Durgesh never said Imrān Hāshmī was a gay.”
“The hell Durgesh didn’t. He said Imrān Hāshmī was fucked in his ass, didn’t he?”
“It doesn’t necessarily mean Imrān Hāshmī was a gay. It may also be that Imrān Hāshmī was raped.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said.
“Shankar Mahāpralayankar? Rājesh Rājpūt?”*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus again admonished her husband.
“The trouble with you, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, is that you believe on publicity more than your own investigation.”
“What do you mean?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs retorted.
He never liked that a woman, however intelligent she might be, would dominate him ever.
He felt his maleness hurt.
He was unable to understand that wisdom and prudence dominates, not maleness or femaleness.
Musalmān Beauties were prudent enough to understand the ultimate success of Hindu males.
They have successfully established the ever-miraculous global city, Ved Nagar.
Today Musalmān Beauties were ruling on Ved Nagar after Hindus.
The Musalmān Beauties were smarter than Musalmīn.
They had replaced Musalmīn in their sex life with Hindus.
They were adamant to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had vowed to do it.
It was now her Mission of life/existence.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs knew it and he had vowed to oppose it.
He was a successful screenplay writer and storywriter.
He had understood how the goal of Ved Nagar was achieved by HVSI Group of Business Enterprises.
Today, HVSI Group of Business Enterprises is controlling every business whether retail or otherwise.
Originally, it was started by Vishvās Shakr Mānav, the utmost brilliant father of Durgesh.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb PhD loved Vishvās Shakr Mānav.
She wanted to destroy Pseudo Islam and replace it with True Islam, everywhere.
Vishvās Shakr Mānav wanted to destroy Pseudo Hinduism.
They found true Hinduism was actually True Islam.
It was the fact that made Hindu Muslim Unity so perfect before 1857 that even the British Empire couldn’t face it.
Even the British Empire needed complete ninety years to destroy it.
Even then, most of the Musalmīn never left India.
The Hindu Muslim Unity was so strong.
Mughal-e-Åāzam, Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar, had set India successfully on the path that couldn’t be reversed even by the great British Empire.*
When my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s daughter first asked if she and her friends could have a ‘sleep over’ in honor of their graduating from high school I wasn’t too happy.
The thought of a bunch of kids making noise all night, keeping me awake didn’t appeal to me.
But, my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s wife, Shakīlah Sultān, said sure, no problem so what could I say?
I was angry somewhat with myself that I said her to get permission from her Ammī.
I never anticipated her Ammī would permit it.
Well, it was their house.
My friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, was in jail now.
Despite my every effort, I could not get him out on bail.
Muħammad Åbdullah said,
“He doesn’t deserve it, Durgesh. Please stop taking his side. If you are really sympathetic to his wife, Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān, why the hell you yourself don’t fuck her now?”
“Muħammad Åbdullaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,” I shouted, “how the hell did you suggest it?”
Muħammad Åbdullah was furious.
“Hasn’t she grabbed your Uncut Hindu Penis even while Muħammad Ibrāhīm and I were present there?”
“You challenged Shakīlah Sultān, Bhabhijan, didn’t you? You called her a chicken.”
“I did that purposefully. Muħammad Ibrāhīm has killed Imrān Hāshmī. He tried to frame Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. I would never allow him out on bail even.”*
I watched Muħammad Åbdullah harshly.
“Now I understand, Muħammad Åbdullah.”
“Oh,” Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly, “now you understand. Now the hell you understand.”
“Don’t try to discipline me. I never took any discipline from you. If I had, my entire sixteen nudist feminist sisters were disgracing me still now everywhere.”
“You want to punish Muħammad Ibrāhīm, don’t you?” I charged Muħammad Åbdullah angrily.
“That isn’t any secret now.”
“Muħammad Åbdullah, he says he is innocent.”
“And you believe it?”
“Didn’t he try to frame Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd?”
“Someone tried to frame Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.” I amended Muħammad Åbdullah patiently, “It’s more likely that Al Nadīm Al Quddūs did it. His sisters did it. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had a billion at least. And they have already tried their best to disinherit Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.”
“You think Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has really been murdered?”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim wasn’t anybody’s fool. I know he met you before he vanished.”
“Vanished.” Muħammad Åbdullah said stubbornly, “the dead body they claim to be that of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, certainly resembles him, but…”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has a son in law, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. He is himself shrewd enough to troubleshoot Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s every trouble.”*
I never told Muħammad Åbdullah that Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s wife, Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān, has in the meantime fucked me.
I knew Muħammad Åbdullah himself encouraged Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān to fuck me.
The day Muħammad Ibrāhīm was refused to be out on bail, Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān plunged on me, undressed me herself, and straddled me.
“B..bh.. Bhābhījān,” I gasped, “I respect you very much.”
“Damn you.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān thundered at me, “I’m your friend’s wife. Am I not?”
“Sure, Bhābhījān, but…”
“He is in jail. Now replace him. You promised Muħammad Ibrāhīm that you would take care of his wives, his daughters, his sisters and his entire household. Didn’t you?”
“Of course, Bhābhījān, but…”
“Your Bhābhījān wants your legendary Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot now. Give it to me.”
I still couldn’t believe Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān had come to me entirely nude.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, even at her forty what a dazzling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty she was.
I had noticed her attention to me.
It was not of a friend’s wife’s ever.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm had also noticed it miserably.
What the hell could he do?
Durgesh was behaving with Shakīlah Sultān perfectly.
But Shakīlah Sultān herself was behaving suggestively.
Allah, wasn’t she satisfied with him?
Did she also want to fuck Durgesh?
Allah Rabbil åālmīn.
Durgesh is a love magnet to Musalmān Beauties.*
Nude Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān was straddling on nude me.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was in her extremely beautiful right hand.
She was playing with it.
“Bhābhījān,” I tried to say, “Please, control yourself. Muħammad Ibrāhīm is innocent.”
“If you wouldn’t fuck me, I would testify against your friend.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled at me cunningly.
“Close the door, please.”
“Hey, I want to show everyone that I’ve found my new husband already.”
“Are you crazy?”
“I have so many women friends that are married to your Musalmān friends.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled suggestively.
“So?” I looked into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes coldly.
The woman was making me unable to meet my eyes with Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
She wasn’t any different ultimately from my other Musalmān friends’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives.
Most of them were already fucking me.
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān was an exception to them.
I respected her therefore very much.
Muħammad Åbdullah was never confident Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān would never fuck me.
“Sooner or later they would all fuck you.” Muħammad Åbdullah had predicted.
I knew Muħammad Åbdullah was right.
But I didn’t want to break Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s heart.
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān was rubbing my Uncut Hindu Prick’s utmost experienced head now between her labial lips.
Bit by bit she was pushing herself on me.
“Bhābhījān, we Hindus think a Bhābhī is as if a mother.”
“Nonsense.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān winked at me, “You have already fucked almost entire Musalmān wives of your Musalmān friends that are extremely beautiful. What do you think I was born yesterday?”
She positioned my Uncut Hindu Prick between her ravenously quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān labial lips and pushed herself.
My Uncut Hindu Lund immediately entered into her Musalmān Choot upto its head.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund burning inside her.
So dazzlingly beautiful Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān was that despite my efforts not to fuck her, I now wanted to grab her and fuck her wildly till we both existed.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, now perhaps I myself wanted to fuck her more furiously.
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān thrust again and my Uncut Hindu Lund entered into her tight Musalmān Choot almost one fourth.
“Bhābhījān,” I protested.
“Shut up, you idiot, enjoy, and let me enjoy too.”
“I wanted to fuck you right when I saw you first.”
“That’s why you fell in my lap deliberately?”
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān winked at me.
“You scoundrel, you squeezed my boobs and buttocks inadvertently, then and there, didn’t you?”
“Inadvertently, Bhābhījān, inadvertently. You said yourself . You are so beautiful that I couldn’t resist myself at all. And when you grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis feigning it was an accident, I’d just gone crazy.”
“I wanted to hold it, I wanted to play with it, I wanted to suck it. My so many girlfriends were already enjoying it. And they had challenged me I couldn’t enjoy it before my marriage with Muħammad Ibrāhīm.”*
A week before the party my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s wife, Shakīlah Sultān, found out she was going to be out of town, presenting at some conference, and wouldn’t be there for the ‘big event’.
This meant that I would be the chaperone.
When I brought up the idea of postponing the sleep over until my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s wife, Shakīlah Sultān, would be around to ‘heard’ the kids, I again was outvoted.
Saturday morning finally arrived and my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s daughter, Noor Islam, was up early getting things ready for the party.
I went with her to the grocery store to load up on food and drinks.
When we got home, we went to find out whether the pool was clean and make sure everything was ready.
By about 4:00PM we were ready.
The girls started arriving at about five.
I knew a few of them by name, others looked vaguely familiar and several I had never seen before.
I stayed in my den, watching TV and surfing the web.
About seven, Noor Islam popped her head in the door.
“Uncle, I need your help.” She said, “We can’t get the barbeque going.”
I let out a big sigh, as if she was really imposing on me, got up from my chair and headed to the backyard.
It took no time at all to get the fire going.
When I looked around for my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s daughter she was nowhere to be found.
Shrugging, I watched the servants piling the hamburgers and hot dogs onto the grill and figured that I had an excellent chef in my services.
Within a few minutes, the eight girls came, flying out of the house, headed for the pool.
As I watched them running by, I began to think that being the chief host for this party wasn’t going to be too bad after all.
All of the girls wore little thong bikinis and from where I stood there wasn’t a bad looking one in the bunch.
It was a perfect evening, fairly warm so everyone was in and out of the pool as they laughed, talked and had a good time.
After a while I noticed that every now and then one or two of the girls would head into the house for a couple minutes and then come back.
At first, I thought it was to use the bathroom, but it seemed the girls were now heading to the house about every 15 minutes.
Finally, my curiosity got the best of me and about 5 minutes after my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s daughter and her friend Rukħsānah Firdaus went inside, I followed them.*
I didn’t see anyone as I entered the living room.
That’s when I heard laughter coming from my den.
I walked quietly to the door and peaked in.
There was Noor Islam and Rukħsānah Firdaus downing shots of her Ammī’s private stock of Tequila.
From the looks of it the girls had been drinking for a while.
The bottle had been unopened and was now almost empty.
My first thought was to barge in and give them hell.
Then I figured that they were all over 18 and it was a party so why should an old prude and spoil things.
My only concern was if one of them decided to go for a drive.
Stepping into the den, I said in a very stern tone,
“The cost of the Tequila is everyone’s car keys.”
Rukħsānah Firdaus had been bringing a shot to her lips.
She spilled the tequila all over her chin and chest as she jumped when I began to speak.
Both the girls turned toward me, as they quickly set the shot glasses down on the desk and then stood in front of the bottle and glasses.
I let them fidget for a minute before saying,
“I said I want everyone’s car keys – NOW – or the drinking and party stops!”
Rukħsānah Firdaus was the first to get it.
“If we give you our car keys you won’t care if we drink?” she asked is a very shy voice.
“That’s what I said” was my reply.
They almost ran over me!
Both the girls flew out of the room and within two minutes Rukħsānah Firdaus was back with eight sets of car keys.
She was out of breath from running and her chest was heaving as she gasped for air.
The fact that she was wearing a very skimpy bikini and that her superb ardent Musalmān tits looked like they were ready to burst out of the thin material was not wasted on me.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock begin to stir as I enjoyed the view.
Apparently Rukħsānah Firdaus had had quite a few shots of the tequila already, she was swaying pretty well as she stood in front of me with a crooked little smile on her face, both hands full of car keys.
“Hereyago,” she mumbled bringing her hands up to her chest she held out the car keys in front of her.
Thinking she was going to drop them, I automatically raised my hands to catch the keys.
At the same moment, Rukħsānah Firdaus swayed in my direction.
The net effect was that her hands hit my chest causing her to drop the keys to the floor while my hands ended up full of her superb ardent Musalmān tits.
As much as I knew, I should have let go of Rukħsānah Firdaus’s tits and back away, yet my hands refused to obey.
“Mr. Durgesh!! You shouldn’t be doing that,” Rukħsānah Firdaus said impishly.
But she did nothing either to push my hands away or back up.
It seemed to me that she pressed her taught 34B’s a little harder into my hands.
“Sālī,” I winked at her, “I’d fuck you till you exist.”
“Really?” she cooed, “you are most welcome. That’s my own dream, however, since I saw you fucking my Ammī vigorously. Allah, how she was enjoying your Uncut Hindu Lund in her ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot. I envied her very much.”
Feeling her nipples growing under my fingers, I pinched both of them. Rukħsānah Firdaus let out a little moan deep in her throat and brought her arms up to my shoulders, resting her hands on the back of my neck.
As she pressed against me, my hands came off her superb ardent Musalmān tits , sliding around her back until we were in a tight ashvinātam embrace.
I could feel her nipples now pressing into my chest like two pencil erasers.
My hands slid down her back to her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass.
The thong bikini did nothing to cover her as I took an ass cheek into each hand and began to squeeze.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was now fully erect and pressing against her firm belly.
Looking down into her lovely eyes, I saw her part her lips as she pulled my face to hers.
Our lips met – then our tongues as the kiss became more passionate.
Pulling her to me I could feel her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt against my thigh as she wrapped her legs around mine.
Rukħsānah Firdaus dropped one of her hands between us and began stroking my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Mmmmmmmm, that feels good” she whispered, “I want to see that big Uncut Hindu Cock of yours Mr. Durgesh.”
We pulled far enough apart for both of her hands to reach between us and in no time, she had loosened my belt, unsnapped by trousers and pushed them down my legs.
Her hands then went to my rigid Uncut Hindu Cock, slowly rubbing up and down my 8 inches.
This was too much for me.
My own hands went to work consequently.
I easily brushed aside her skimpy bikini top with one hand and reaching one of her superb ardent Musalmān tits; I begin pinching and pulling on her hard nipple.
My other hand burrowed under Rukħsānah Firdaus’s bikini briefs sliding my fingers thru the fine down of pubic hair until my finger slid over her erect Musalmān clit and then into her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Pulling my hand back a few inches I thrust it forward again repeating the action.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was so wet my Uncut Hindu Lund slid into her with almost no resistance.
I fucked her.
This caused Rukħsānah Firdaus to moan even more as she dropped one of her hands to my heavy balls and began massaging them.
I was quickly approaching the point of no return.
Any thoughts of how wrong this was were long gone.
The only thing I could think of now was shoving my Uncut Hindu Cock into this hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Sex godess’s drooling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Grabbing the thin material, I yanked off the thong covering Rukħsānah Firdaus’s hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Then circling her waist with my arm I lifted her up off the floor.
It was two steps to the wall to steady us.
As we moved I dropped my other hand to my Uncut Hindu Cock and positioned the head at her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and lowered her onto my fat pole.
The whole process took just a few seconds.
Rukħsānah Firdaus’s eyes opened wide as she felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips being stretched by my huge Hindu erection.
She was about to say something when I relaxed my hold on her, causing her to slide all the way down on my waiting Uncut Hindu Cock.
She was now impaled on my Uncut Hindu Cock with her back against the wall and her feet dangling several inches off the floor.
“Allah, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh God, you’ve got a huge Uncut Hindu Cock!” she hissed as I lifted her up and dropped her on my Uncut Hindu Cock again. “It feels like you’re splitting me in half.”
Rukħsānah Firdaus’s arms were now back on my shoulders helping raise and lower her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt onto my steely Uncut Hindu Cock.
She had closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and was shaking her beautiful head slowly from side to side, as our fucking tempo increased.
Soon sweat broke out across her forehead and upper lip and I could see just the tip of her tongue sticking through her clinched lips.
Her breathing became erratic and her face flushed.
Rukħsānah Firdaus brought her legs up and locked them behind me.
This gave me a better angle at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and with the next thrust I went even deeper up her slick Musalmān hole.
That was all it took.
She spasmed in my arms, jerking her head back and letting out a long moan of pleasure.
We fucked for hours, wildly, passionately and assaulting on each other nonstop.
Ultimately, this sent me over the edge and my Uncut Hindu Cock erupted in her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Shooting glob after glob of my cum deep into her grasping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
We held onto each other for several minutes riding the crest of our mutual orgasm.
Finally, Rukħsānah Firdaus unlocked her legs from around my waist and I eased her to the floor.
My Uncut Hindu Cock slid out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, followed by a thick stream of cum.
Our breathing returned to normal and Rukħsānah Firdaus looked up into my eyes as a huge grin crossed her face.
“Allah, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! God Mr. Durgesh, you’re still hotat your sixty three!! Wallah!” she said, “You have got one huge Uncut Hindu Cock and boy do you know how to use it. I haven’t cum like that in a long long time. We have GOT to do this again as much as we can.” She pulled my face to hers, gave me a quick passionate kiss and slid out from between the wall and me.
“Now I need to find my suit, clean up this bucket of cum you shot into me and get back to the party.” Finding her thong Rukħsānah Firdaus disappeared in the direction of the downstairs bathroom.*
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
The train had come to a stop.
Doors glided open.
Porters stood helping passengers off the train.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd stood looking first to the left, then to the right.
A woman got off the train, stood looking around as though expecting to meet someone, started to walk toward the depot, paused, turned and walked toward Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
“Waħīdah!” the woman said.
“Why, Ammījān!” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd exclaimed with entirely unanticipated extremely pleasant surprise. “Allah! Good heavens, I didn’t recognize you. Even your own daughter couldn’t recognize you! What have you done to yourself? Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I exchanged glances.
“Allah Allah! Good Lord, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd? Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s first wife? I’ll be damned.”*
Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd smiled at her daughter.
“Hey, don’t tell me my new Hindu husband, my new Hindu Kħasam, didn’t tell you how miraculously he has transformed me.”
“Well, he told me,” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd managed to control somewhat her still miraculously extremely pleasant surprise, “but I could never imagine… Ammījān, you look only my elder sister now. None can ever guess you are my real Ammī. It’s just a miracle, Ammī. You’ve really taken off weight.”
“Thirty five pounds.” Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd said, “I’m down to a hundred and twenty one and I’m going to stay that way. I’ve learned the hard way what happens to a woman when she lets her figure go.”
“Let Abbū see you and…”
Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd interrupted her daughter in the middle,
“Allah, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, don’t tell me you still care for that bastard. He divorced a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān immensely faithful wife, for a hostess, for a shill who put on daringly cut evening gowns that were tight and clinging and circulated around the gambling tables here in Las Vegas, Nevada.”
Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd was immensely angry.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd could understand very well what her Ammī was suffering through mentally.
“That’s why I requested you to meet somewhere else. But you insisted.”
“I lost my husband here. I want to celebrate my new private life exactly here to wipe out my memories of nonstop mental torture. You perhaps don’t know the bastard is also coming here to request me not to allow you to live in relationship with Durgesh. Hahaha. A thoroughly immoral husband is impersonating a thoroughly moral father now.”
I entered the room Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus were waiting for me in.
It was mellow, rich, with subdued sunlight filtering through pearl gray drapes.
There was wall-to-wall oyster-shell-colored carpeting on the floor.
The chairs were deep and comfortable.
The whole room was esthetically decorated.
It gave the impression that it had been designed for living, rather than to conform, to imitate, to any particular style of interior decoration.
“Beautifully decorated.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said as I entered there.
“Thank you.” I smiled, “But the credit goes to your friend Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, not to me.”
“I don’t think Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and you are two different persons.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus cooed.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Thank you, Al Safiyah.”
“I’m sorry that you two, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and you, have differences of opinions.”
“Don’t be so modest ever.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said furiously, “Your ‘father in law’ has clearly accused Al Safiyah Al Ghaus that she has murdered her previous husband.”
“It was his opinion, darling, not mine. How can I answer for him?”
“I think I need to talk with Al Zakāt Al Qāsim about it.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched me significantly.
“The question is why did your friend break Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd’s home?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus watched me suggestively.
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs went to me in Las Vegas, Nevada. I didn’t go to him.” she said somewhat acidly, “moreover, the life I was living wasn’t a dignified life. It was my compulsion, not my choice. Why the hell I shouldn’t grab an opportunity to lead a respectful life with a millionaire if I could?”
“Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd should herself blame for what happened.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said curtly, “How the hell she thought Al Nadīm Al Quddūs woud not react to as a dazzling Musalmān Beauty as Al Safiyah Al Ghaus? How did Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd forget she was herself a dazzling Musalmān Beauty when Al Nadīm Al Quddūs married her? It’s a world of bitter competition. Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd should have maintained her beauty herself. Why the hell did she forget to watch her married life to be safe if she could?”*
I smiled at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ironically.
“You mean every Musalmān Beauty is justified in breaking the other Musalmān Beauty’s home, if she is leading the hard and degrading life as Al Safiyah Al Ghaus did?”
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus could do it because Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd lost her interest in keeping her Musalmān husband properly.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said curtly, “Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd took her husband for granted to be devoted to her only because he was married to her. Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd stopped watching her own figure despite knowing very well the polygamous nature of a man. It was her own mistake and she paid for it.”
“You haven’t any sympathy for Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd?”
“I have more sympathy for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said tersely.
“Because Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was suffering more in Las Vegas, Nevada?”
“Because Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was suffering more in Las Vegas, Nevada.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan repeated despite my smirk, “Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd was already a honorable housewife. Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was not. It was natural for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus that she tried to improve her personal life.”
“And Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was the only man available to Al Safiyah Al Ghaus?” I kept smirking.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled curtly.
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was the immediate man available. Al Safiyah Al Ghaus didn’t love him. He was the only immediate man available to her who could help her for getting rid off that rather undignified life she was compelled to lead.”
I watched Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim suspected I was fucking her.
I didn’t contradict him.
It was useless.
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Al Safiyah Al Ghaus awoke in her luxurious Ved Nagar mansion.
She pressed a button to open the electrically controlled drapes.
She was confronted by the side of a young man.
Vikram Bachhalyā was clad in a white T-shirt and exquisite jeans.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus struggled to sit up, buzzing for Musarrat Kħālid, her secretary.
At the same time Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was flinging on a marabou trimmed silk robe and pressing her feet into dusty pink mules.
Vikram Bachhalyā stretched himself and strolled casually out of view.
“Musarrat Kħālid,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus called, “where the hell are you?”
Musarrat Kħālid appeared, inscrutable, calm and anxious to her mistress’s calls.
She appreciated Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Most of the Ved Nagar film industry wives screamed at their secretaries.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus never did it.
She was always sophisticated.
What a pleasant exception Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was to the other Ved Nagar film industry wives.
The same Hollywood wives were there.
The same Bollywood wives were there.
The same Lollywood wives were there.
The same Tollywood wives were there.
Yet, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was quite different with them.
“There was Vikram Bachhalyā out by the pool. I wonder what the Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim’s Hindu husband was doing there. A Bachhalyā rarely loves a Musalmān Beauty. All the Bachhalyās are crazily obsessed with the Brāhmañ Beauties. You know that, Musarrat Kħālid, don’t you?”
Musarrat Kħālid smiled patiently,
“Durgesh is also a Bachhalyā, ma’am.”
“There are exceptions too, to every general attitude we notice about others.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled patiently too, “Don’t you think so?”
“That’s good. Make sure all the doors are locked.”
Musarrat Kħālid nodded,
She began to collect debris of clutter from Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s bedside table. Dirty Kleenex, a half finished glass of wine, a rifled box of chocolates.
“Musarrat,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus addressed her again.
“Don’t get excited, Señora.” Musarrat Kħālid said stoically, “Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim ma’am is not feeling good. She requested Vikram Bachhalyā, her husband…”
Musarrat Kħālid even couldn’t complete her sentence.
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me that before?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus scolded Musarrat Kħālid and flung herself into her bathroom.
She slammed the door so hard that a framed print sprang off the wall and crashed to the floor.
Dumb ass woman.
It was impossible to get good help anymore.
They came. They went.
They did not give a damn even if you were raped and ravaged in your own home.
And this would have to happen while Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was away on location.
Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim would never have dared to pretend to be sick if Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was here.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus flung off her robe, slipped out of her nightgown, and stepped under the invigorating sharpness of an ice cold shower.
She gritted her teeth.
Cold shower was best for the skin.
It tightened everything up.
Allah målūm, God knows, even with the gym and yoga and the modern dance class it still all needed tightening.
No, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus wasn’t fat even a bit.
She knew very well how incredibly beautiful she was.
People were either jealous or crazy of her incredible Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauty.
She was aware of it.
She knew it was her greatest weapon in this damn male dominated world.
Her brother in law, her dévar, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, hated the ground Al Safiyah Al Ghaus walked on, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus knew.
But what can the damn fool do?
He is claiming now Al Safiyah Al Ghaus has murdered her former husband.
But can the moron explain why the hell she worked as a hostess before marrying Al Nadīm Al Quddūs?
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled.
She wasn’t born yesterday.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim still has a long way to understand what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus really was.
The life had taught her more than it taught Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled shrewdly.
She lived now in a six bedroomed, seven bathroomed, Ved Nagar Film Industry palace.
On the flats too.
Not stuck up in the hills.
On the flats.
Prime real Estate.
Her extraordinary devastating Musalmān beauty is perfectly being taken care of.
Her hair was a rich brown, cut short and tipped with golden streaks.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān skin was alabaster white and smooth.
Thanks to regular facials.
Her teeth were white and even.
She was prudent enough never to stop reading and learning.
Most of the Ved Nagar film industry wives criticize Al Safiyah Al Ghaus that she reads so much.
They didn’t understand its benefits.
Moreover, the proud Musalmān Beauties neither wanted to read and keep on improving themselves as Al Safiyah Al Ghaus did without failure nonstop.
Most of the Ved Nagar film industry wives used to read Hollywood stuff only.
‘Vogue’, ‘People’, ‘Us’.
They skimmed the trades, ‘Variety’ and ‘Hollywood Reporter’.
Wasn’t Ronald Regan elected the President?
If they can do it, why the hell can’t Al Nadīm Al Quddūs even?
Yes, he isn’t a star as Ronald Regan.
But he is a first class screenplay writer.
He can dream wonderfully.
He was one of the best dreamers in Ved Nagar Film Industry, Hollywood, Bollywood, Lollywood and Tollywood.
His screenplays were always stupendous hits.
After Salim Javed Al Nadīm Al Quddūs has also made a writer a star.*
Despite frantic and desperate attempts from Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus knew how obsessed Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was with her.
He deliberately chose to marry a gambling house hostess, a shill, from Las Vegas, Nevada.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus knew it was the only place she could impress the then successful screenplay writer of Ved Nagar Film Industry.
He could be a stepladder for her to fulfill her dreams.
She could easily make it with a dreamer.
The realists were not for her.
They love money/ career/life more than they love anything else.
Durgesh is a realist.
Yes, he is a dreamer too.
But he is a realist dreamer.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs wasn’t a realist at all.
He was only a dreamer.
He could be a stepladder for her.
He has his own mission.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus has her own mission.
Durgesh could help her in her mission, but not as a stepladder.
Durgesh is too prudent, too realistic.
It was a big mansion, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim lived in with her Bachhalyā Hindu husband, Pratāp Bachhalyā.
The house was one of the show places of Ved Nagar.
It had side porches, spacious grounds, shade trees, lawns, summerhouses, terraces, winding walks and swimming pools.
It was a vast exquisite dwelling.
It showed, rather exhibited, the multi millions Pratāp Bachhalyā and his extremely beautiful wife, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, possessed.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī turned my limousine in at the driveway.
Together with the big garage, the driveway was itself magnificent.
The hard surfaced driveway cut through in a businesslike straight line past the winding walks that followed the contours of the terraced grounds.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, the ambitious sister of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, now a successful lawyer herself, stopped my limousine.
She rang the bell second time before we heard confident steps, knees, elbows and palms, and then the door was opened by extremely beautiful Al Lubnā Al Qāsim and Pratāp Bachhalyā themselves.
Al Lubnā Al Qāsim smiled at her elder sister.
She was their lawyer despite she was an integral part of HVS Law Internationals now.
The Al Qāsims still had their faith in their own blood?
I didn’t know.
Al Lubnā Al Qāsim was similarly on her knees and elbows as her elder sister, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, was.
Pratāp Bachhalyā was fucking Al Lubnā Al Qāsim from her gorgeous behind as I was fucking Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.
It was Ved Nagar.
Nonstop sophisticated fucking was entirely legal and normal here.
It was in India, but it was a largely privileged Global City, rather Inter Universal to be more correct and more specific.
“Welcome,” Pratāp Bachhalyā and Al Lubnā Al Qāsim smiled, “Come in, please.”
“Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs Bhāījān, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim and Vikram Bachhalyā…”
Al Lubnā Al Qāsim interrupted Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī in her mid sentence.
“They all have already come. You are rather late.”*
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī and I followed Al Lubnā Al Qāsim and Pratāp Bachhalyā.
The room we entered in, was thoroughly in keeping with the rest of the house.
It was a large spacious library.
Both Al Lubnā Al Qāsim and her husband, Pratāp Bachhalyā, were great believers in reading and keeping themselves update.
So were Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī and I.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was not my live in relationship partner exactly.
She was my friend and sister in law, my Salhaj, actually.
Yet, we fucked now openly.
Even her husband appreciated our exquisite fucking.
The entire Al Qāsim sisters were thoroughly devastating Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties.
I smiled at Pratāp Bachhalyā.
“You are one of the luckiest men, Pratāp. Your wife is really a devastating Musalmān Beauty. Congratulations.”
Pratāp Bachhalyā smiled graciously.
“Thank you very much.”
In the center of the library, there was a massive mahogany table.
There were three huge table lamps on the table.
The shades were some four feet in diameter at the bottom.
They were composed of heavy leather.
The clustered lamps on the interior poured fourth illumination upon the huge table and sprayed light out through the openings in the tops of the shades.
Six chairs had been drawn up at the table.
Three of them were occupied.
The fourth was evidently occupied by Al Lubnā Al Qāsim and Pratāp Bachhalyā.
Evidently, they were fucking on the fourth chair, as Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim and Vikram Bachhalyā were still fucking on the third.
The fifth chair was occupied by Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
The last sixth chair was occupied by Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus and Al Nadīm Al Quddūs were also husband and wife.
Yet they were sitting on separate chairs fully clothed.
“Hey,” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī laughed at them, “aren’t you too husband and wife?”
“Sure we are.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said curtly, “But I am neither Vikram Bachhalyā nor Pratāp Bachhalyā. I am Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. Remember?”
Vikram Bachhalyā fucking Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim and Pratāp Bachhalyā fucking Al Lubnā Al Qāsim laughed.
Both the younger sisters of Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim and Al Lubnā Al Qāsim laughed too.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was shamelessly not embarrassed.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked shameful of herself.
“Sorry, Al Hudā , your cousin is a finicky. He doesn’t care ever even a bit how embarrassed and shameful I am feeling myself, as if my husband has died or divorced me already. His backward morals…”
“Backward morals hell,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said curtly, “I am not an ever sexy Hindu. And you knew it very well before you married me. Didn’t you?”
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