Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind
The engines throbbed the big ship into vibrant speed.
A breeze of tropical air ruffled the flower petals around our necks.
I watched the fringe of lights along the dark shoreline, glanced down at the churned white of water where it streamed along the side of the boat.
The ship belonged to the HVS INTERNATIONALS: GROUP OF COMPNIES.
From the lower deck, leis sped outward, to hang poised to a minute in circular color against the black of the water, then collapse and drop rapidly astern, as passengers sought to comply with the age-old Hawaiian custom.
With the tolerance of one, who has long since learned to accept human nature as an established fact, I said:
“Kħadeejah, Gul, Deepak, those are the new comers. Those leis drift right back into the harbor. Passengers should wait until they are opposite Diamond Head.”
Gul Jamāl had joined us since.
We were still in the nudes.
It was decided among us all that we’d continue to practice remaining nude, even when we reach our respective homes.
Deepak Khandelwal, also in nude, was thinking.
The money always wins.
Everyone, except Durgesh, was a loser in this trip.
It had unique qualities.
It extended exactly double.
Nothing is impossible in the multiverse.
Not even the existence of this goddamned deceiving prick.
His own penis extended only one inch.
The other Hindu Penises on the ship extended one inch to two inches at the most.
NOT SIX INCHES at all.
The deceiving rotten Hindu Prick.
The bloody superstitious orthodox Hindu.
Stavans can’t change anything at all.
If they could have, the entire multiverse would have been Hindu.
Durgesh is an idiot.
If not, he thinks the others idiots enough to take his wild communal theories for granted.
However, he has won all the international Muslimahs Cunts.
He is the winner.
All the rest were the losers.
What a humiliation.
What a humiliation.
Elbows on the rail, we looked down on the heads and shoulders of people leaning over the rails on the lower decks.
“There’s the couple we saw last night in the Chinese restaurant.” I remarked.
“It’s all right, Kħadeejah!” I kissed nude Kħadeejah Muħammad passionately, “They all fucked me ravenously, mounting on me. I was stunned to feel and experience their thirst and hunger. Even Hindu Penis could not satisfy them to the extent.”
“Because they are traditional Hindus only, not DVIJ, as you are.
She was playing with my again extending Hindu Penis.
“You are unique.” Kħadeejah Muħammad kissed my Hindu Penis again.
Deepak Khandelwal felt humiliated, as if Gul Jamāl was not his secretary, his wife instead.
He tried to get rid of this irrational feeling.
Yet, he was not succeeding absolutely.
We were still standing at the rail, watching the intermittent flashing of signal lights, inhaling the scents of the warm tropical air.
The decks became silent and deserted, except the four of us―
1. Khadeejah Muħammad
2. Gul Jamāl
4. Deepak Khandelwal
The nude passengers, fatigued by a strenuous last day in the islands, the night sailing, and the strain of farewells, sought their cabins.
I turned abruptly, as a woman mentioned my name.
She was extremely beautiful.
“I’m Al Anjum Al Waħāb, Durgesh!” She smiled sweetly at me, “We enjoyed each other very much on the islands. I hope you remember me. I mean in this large beautiful nude city on the sea.”
I hugged her passionately.
“Nonsense, Anjum darling! We’ve broken every wall between us. How are you, sweetie?”
I smiled at her.
Then squeezed her glorious Lebanese Muslim buttocks.
“Thank you.” Anjum said, rubbing the knob of my Hindu Penis in between her quivering Lebanese Muslim labial lips, “You are very kind to all of us Musalmān Beauties here. Even our husbands are not so kind to us.”
“You remember my sister?”
“Al Nafeesā Al Waħāb?”
“Yes. Durgesh! I want to consult you.”
“Professionally?” I asked in surprise.
“Yes. I need your services.”
I smiled and entered Al Anjum Al Waħāb.
“Okay, my darling! I’m inside you now.”
Al Anjum Al Waħāb kissed me on my lips gratefully.
“Thank you. I’ve already said you are very kind to all of us Musalmān Beauties without any exception.”
Deepak Khandelwal had already left us as soon as he felt that Al Anjum Al Waħāb wanted privacy with me.
Suddenly, Gul Jamāl also said,
“Durgesh! Please excuse me.”
Al Anjum Al Waħāb laughed.
“It’s all right with me, Gul! If it’s all right with Durgesh.”
Al Anjum Al Waħāb also winked at her.
Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed.
“You mean night by night?”
Al Anjum Al Waħāb also laughed and winked at her,
“Thanks for the correction. Two months ago, Nādir, my husband, was Al Nādir Al Muħammad. Overnight, he changed his name into Al Nādir Al Waħāb. He simply walked out of his position as bookkeeper in Al Ittiħād Al Imāmeen. We hurriedly moved to Mecca from Lebanon. Nādir has given us strict orders that under no circumstances were any of us ever to mention his name as Al Nādir Al Muħammad.”
My eyes showed my interest.
“He left his job rather suddenly?”
“Yes. Without even going back to the office.”
“Rather peculiar.” I said.
Al Anjum Al Waħāb made me to lie down on my back, on the deck.
She mounted me and started up and down movements of her beautiful Lebanese Muslim buttocks.
She squeezed my hand too, meaningfully.
Then she slowly tightened her beautiful fingers until the skin was white across her knuckles.
“Nafeesā, my younger sister, suspected nothing.” Al Anjum Al Waħāb said fucking me normally, “She’s a modern young Årab Muslim woman, a strange mixture of sentiment and cynical, pessimistic, acceptance of life.”
“Yes.” I agreed with Anjum, “I’ve noted it.”
Al Anjum Al Waħāb winked at me.
“While fucking her?”
I also winked at her,
“While fucking her.”
“Yes. I do confess. You are married. She was a virgin. Are you jealous of your younger sister now?”
Nādirā Kaif smiled at the child.
“Kush! Have you gone through this laptop?”
“Not in the knowledge of daddy.”
“Oh, you should not do it, Kush, without your daddy’s knowledge.”
“Daddy has many wonderful videos here.”
“He is grown up.”
“Ammī saw them.”
“She was telling my Nāzimā auntie that daddy is nothing as compared to Durgesh uncle.”
“Naughtynaughty. These are grown up matters, my dear! You are a child now. You should not pay attention to them.”
With extreme difficulty, Nādirā Kaif ultimately managed to draw the attention of the boy into some animated child stuff.
She managed to get him interested in another computer, in another chamber.
Then she locked that chamber and started the laptop of Deepak Khandelwal.
She was right.
It had the password SIDRAH.
So, the woman is ruling Deepak Khandelwal’s heart nowadays.
Nādirā Kaif remembered her everfirst encounter with Sidrah Aħmad.
No sooner had she started her office computer once again, than the office door whipped open and Durgesh erupted into the room.
Deepak Khandelwal and Nādirā Kaif both stood up in my honor.
“Hello, Nādirā! Hello Deepak!” I waved my hand to them, “Please, be seated. Don’t be formal. We are friends.”
“Sir”Deepak Khandelwal started to say something but I stopped him in the middle.
“Come on, Deepak! Let’s forget formalities and be friends.” I said and hastened to one large oak desk.
Nādirā Kaif noticed that I was wearing a new expensive outfit.
The ascot, suede jacket and slacks.
For so successful entrepreneur, I was surprisingly young to Nādirā Kaif.
She knew I was thirty only.
Pulling off my stylish jacket, I threw it on the divan.
“Kħadeejah told me you two were here. I thought you’d be finished by now and gone.”
Nādirā Kaif smiled,
“Durgesh.” I interrupted her and smiled, winking, “I love my name from beautiful mouths.”
Nādirā Kaif bowed,
“Thanks for the compliment, Sir!”
“Thank you. Durgesh I mean.”
Deepak Khandelwal felt himself quite ignored.
He grinded his teeth.
“It’s all right. Do your job. Just ignore all of us. Can you do it?”
“Of course.” Nādirā Kaif smiled.
Deepak Khandelwal did not say anything.
He only smiled.
He knew his job.
His boss was not interested in him.
He was interested in his utmost beautiful young Muslim Secretary.
“Muħammad says one of his best girls quit on him, telling him that she joined him to get me. She has me now. Therefore, she does not need Muħammad any more.”
Deepak Khandelwal laughed.
“You should have all of them, Sir!”
“Nonsense, Deepak! You know I can’t do it, even if I agree. Well, I’ve got to audition for a replacement, for Muħammad, fast.”
“We could move to another”
“Naw, naw. Stay put. You won’t be in the way. No one’ll notice you.”
Deepak Khandelwal believed that no one’d notice him.
They are mad for Durgesh.
He is the only man they are interested in.
Deepak Khandelwal does not exist for them at all, if Durgesh is there.
Moreover, Durgesh had more money, too, for them.
Nādirā Kaif is also negligible to them.
They themselves have beautiful Muslim Cunts for Durgesh’s Hindu Penis.
Generally, the men are after the Beauties.
However, Durgesh is the exception.
The Beauties are after Durgesh.
I had picked up my mobile and contacted Kħadeejah Muħammad, in the dressing room, down the hall.
“Hello, Kħadeejah! How many showed up?”
“More than one thousand.”
“More than one thousand.” Kħadeejah Muħammad chuckled mischievously, “Can’t you hear me well?”
“For one vacancy?”
“For one vacancy.”
“I’ll be damned.”
“Durgesh! I think I should put you in auction.”
“I bet they’ll pay any amount, even beyond reason, to have a sex session with you.”
“Nonsense!” I laughed, “You idiot! Send the three of them in on the double.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed and looked at more than one thousand Muslim Beauties, present there.
“Okay, girls!” Kħadeejah Muħammad said, smiling to them, “Best of luck. Move your fat Muslim asses, right in there.”
The first three Muslim Beauties entered the office quickly, one after the other, each greeting me warmly, rather flirtatiously.
I acknowledged each with a warm kiss in the air.
I requested the last of the three to shut the door.
“All right. Welcome to my love nest, my dears! Let’s not waste the time. We have too many of you for one single vacancy. Line up there in front of the sofa.”
Obediently, the three Muslim Young Women went to the sofa, and they stood at attention on the green furry throw rug before it.
From the corner of an eye, Deepak Khandelwal, while pretending to work, glanced at them.
Each one was gorgeous, maybe a little obvious in attire and manner, but each young and striking.
“You know why you are here.” I smiled at them, “I’m sure Kħadeejah briefed you. We need only one of you. I’m sorry the response is unanticipated. Nevertheless, I should make it clear that we need ONLY one of you. We need you to fill in on Muħammad’s late show tonight. You understand that?”
All the three Muslim Young Women nodded in unison.
“Okay, then. Starting with you,” said I, pointing to the Platinum Haired Årab Muslim Beauty, nearest me, “give me your namesfull names please! To which country do you belong, what’s your own particular belief in Islam, what’s your family belief, your parents, self-employed or what, dependent on someone or not, why are you interested in such a show? Just for adventure or anything else? Virgin, Married or single? If virgin, why are you interested to lose your virginity in such a sex show? If married, does your husband know it? Do your parents know? What are their reactions? Can you dance? If yes, your best type of dance for a show like this. Okay, darlings, I’m listening.”
Deepak Khandelwal swiveled his chair a bit to his left for a better view of the fabulous Muslim Beauties across the room.
Nādirā Kaif smiled.
Muħammad had entered in the meantime.
He had bowed to me and Deepak Khandelwal.
Then, taking a chair, Muħammad looked at them.
His eyes feasted on each one as she spoke in turn.
She was wearing a green turtleneck sweater, abbreviated green skirt, panty hose, and green leather boots.
Her voice was sexy.
I smiled at the Platinum Haired Årab Muslim Blonde.
“Welcome to my love nest.”
“Thank you, but I don’t think it’s still a love nest.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad also smiled, sexily.
“Yes! I think it’s a Love Empire now. One may call it a Sex Empire as well. It does not make any difference as Love is Sex and Sex is Love, doubtlessly.”
“Father, a former American, now converted to Islam, and Nafse Islam, Al Waħābiyat. Ammī a Saůūdī extra ordinary Waħābī Beauty. I’m self employed, Industrialist myself. Al Fātimah Al Muħammad group of Industries is led by your laundī, Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! I’m interested in such a show, because I want YOU for me with a grand celebration.”
“Bravo!” Muħammad clapped out of delight.
Nādirā Kaif and Deepak Khandelwal had also to applaud, because Muħammad did not leave another option for them.”
“Virgin.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad declared, “And, yes, my parents do know. They don’t interfere in my private affairs, as a principle. They have already wished me best of luck, and are here to boost and enhance my morals.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad was monitoring it on closed circuit TV.
She contacted me on my mobile.
“Yes. I know. I’m vigilant.”
“Yes, darling! Don’t worry. Thanks for alerting me, even then.”
With immensely cold eyes, Nādirā Kaif watched almost everything she could in that time in that damned laptop of Deepak Khandelwal.
She was more than surprised when she saw how Sidrah Aħmad fucked me right there in the court.
Yes, I did not fuck Sidrah Aħmad.
Sidrah Aħmad fucked me.
Every detail was there in the damned laptop.
How Sidrah Aħmad managed to sit beside me.
How I was encircled with so many burqāposh female psychiatrists.
How Sidrah Aħmad put her shawl on my lap.
How she put her hand under that shawl, unzipped me, entered her hand into my briefs, took out my Hindu Penis out of it and started to play with it.
How she asked me to fuck her then and there in the court in session.
How I refused.
Yet, how she managed to fuck me there.
Everything was there in the laptop.
That incredibly beautiful young woman, Sidrah Aħmad, 27, was capable to do anything anywhere.
Nevertheless, it was there in the laptop.
Nādirā Kaif was horrified when she saw Judge Shrīkānt M. Āgnéý and Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad were watching the entire events, yet couldn’t do anything except to enjoy it.
How could she manage it?
How did she manage it?
Nādirā Kaif was still watching it incredulously, when the telephone rang.
Nādirā Kaif hesitated a moment, than almost automatically she lifted the receiver, up.
“Durgesh Kħadeejah Muħammad Diamond Mining, Smelting and Investment Company.” she said.
A very sweet, melodious, musical, woman’s voice sweetened her ear,
“May I ask why anyone here isn’t to meet me?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“It’s Kħadeejah Muħammad. I’m at the airport.”
“What?” Nādirā Kaif almost jumped.
“Didn’t you hear me?”
“I most certainly have heard you, ma’m!” Nādirā Kaif managed to collect herself immediately, “You are most welcome. Yet”
“We weren’t expecting you, until Monday.” Nādirā Kaif smiled sweetly.
A pleasant feminine laughter was there.
“I thought it is my company, and I can visit it anytime I please. Am I mistaken?”
“Sorry, ma’m! I did not mean it.”
“I sent you a wire. You should have met me. This is an imposition, dearie!”
“Sorry, ma’m! It seems that we haven’t received your wire. Or, if the boss has received it, he did not think me a suitable person to confide in”
“The boss? You mean Deepak?”
“Give the idiot the receiver.
“Sorry, ma’m! He isn’t here?”
“Who are you?”
“Nādirā Kaif. His executive secretary, ma’m! at your service.”
“Well, well, well. Nādirā Kaif. Kħātooné-Kashmir?”
Nādirā Kaif blushed.
“You know me, ma’m? I’m honored. I’m coming there immediately.”
“He isn’t here this morning. This is Saturday morning, you know.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed,
“Are you telling me what day it is? Should you?”
Nādirā Kaif realized her mistake at once.
Kħadeejah Muħammad was the Chief Managing Director of the company, having 80% shares in her own name.
“Sorry, ma’m! I didn’t mean it, of course!”
“Nonsense! Get out here. I’m waiting here like a fool. You are lucky that Durgesh is not with me. He can’t wait like I’m doing. I must do something for the idiot manager of mine, Mr. Deepak Khandelwal? Eh?”
Nādirā Kaif could not respond to it.
Kħadeejah Muħammad went on,
“I’ve had a lot of problems with baggage and all the rest of it. The idiot should have arranged for all these things. Come immediately. Leave the damn everything else as it is. I’m tired.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad slammed the receiver at her end.
Nādirā Kaif hung up in a daze.
She hadn’t anticipated this dramatic turn of the events.
They say, Kħadeejah Muħammad is the ‘BĀHAR WĀLĪ’ of Durgesh.
She herself claims to be ‘MORE THAN Durgesh’s WIFE.
She can fire even Deepak Khandelwal at once.
It seems she is not pleased with Deepak Khandelwal.
She calls him ‘The idiot.’
Nādirā Kaif reached airport.
She had not seen Kħadeejah Muħammad ever before.
Nādirā Kaif had always laughed at the suspicion.
How ridiculous the people’s suspicions become sometimes!
How Kħadeejah Muħammad could be Wafa Yåqoob?
Mere resemblance could distort the facts to what extent!
Nādirā Kaif advanced, automatically, to the young woman who resembled Wafa Yåqoob .
She was really as beautiful as Wafa Yåqoob was.
She smiled at Nādirā Kaif as Nādirā Kaif advanced to her.
“Yes ma’m! Madam Kħadeejah Muħammad, I think.” Nādirā Kaif also smiled at her respectfully.
She could see very well that even when Kħadeejah Muħammad was smiling at her, she was actually appraising her at the same time.
Nādirā Kaif thanked Allah that when she responded to Kħadeejah Muħammad, she did not have any quaver in her own voice.
In addition, why should she have?
Durgesh had taught her not to have any quaver in her voice even when she was with him.
Kħadeejah Muħammad is a multi millionaire, of course!
Yet, Durgesh was a multi millionaire maker.
“Oh, yes!” Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed well naturedly, “Who else?”
“Mr. Deepak Khandelwal’s secretary, Nādirā Kaif, ma’m! the one you talked with over your mobile when I was in the office.”
Nādirā Kaif expected some criticism.
She was surprised when she found Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed at her, instead, cordially.
“You’re a dear, Nādirā! to get out here so soon.”
“I came as soon as I could.”
“I know you did.” Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed again, “Of course, it seemed like a long time to me waiting here. However, I realize, you had a long way to cross from the office to approach here. You must have started at once. Thank you, Nādirā!”
Nādirā Kaif smiled.
“You’reyou’re very welcome. Now, do we take a cab?”
“Of course we take a cab if you haven’t brought your car.”
“Sorry, ma’m! my car was taken by my boss’s wife.”
“It’s alright then. Take a cab.”
“Let me call the porter to carry your baggage out and”
Kħadeejah Muħammad pulled out some bills from her purse without even looking at them and offered them to Nādirā Kaif, “Take these ten dollar bills to pay the cab.”
Nādirā Kaif smiled.
“Ma’m! they are not ten-dollar bills. They are thousand dollar bills. “
Kħadeejah Muħammad looked at the bills in her hand.
“It’s all right. Take them and pay all my expenses here out of them.”
Nādirā Kaif hesitated somewhat.
But, Kħadeejah Muħammad almost literally pushed the bills into her right hand.
“Actually” Nādirā Kaif hesitated, “I’ve some expense money with me, ma’m!”
“Of the company?”
“Of the company.”
“And, how is it so? None knew I could come today.”
“We’ve a safe there keeping some emergency money.”
“Good.”Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled, “Nice arrangement. And the combination is known to you?”
“Yes, ma’m! the combination is known to me.”
“Who else has the combination to the safe?”
“The boss, Mr. Deepak Khandelwal and the bookkeeper.”
“Nice arrangement. How much money you keep there.”
“Not more than several hundreds, ma’m!”
“Make it several thousands.”
“How do you know when I might call on you to take a plane at once for Makkah Al Mukarrama?”
Nādirā Kaif stood in something of a quandary, hardly knowing how to respond to that.
“When you get hold of Deepak Khandelwal, see that the fund is available to the extent I say. I may want you to come to Makkah Al Mukarramah. That’s my birthplace, you know. You’re a grand girl, Nādirā Kaif! I think you’re frightened to death. You should not. You’re a Muslim girl. And a Muslim girl should never be afraid of anyone except Allah Rabbil Åālmīn. “
Nādirā Kaif controlled herself.
“I’m sorry, ma’m! You are right.”
“Moreover” Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled, “after you get to know me better, you won’t be frightened of me even the least. Respect me as your elder sister. Carry out my orders unhesitatingly. But never be afraid of anone, including me; except Allah Rabbil Aalmeen. Do you understand? Unhesitatingly.”
“Yes, Kħadeejah Bājī!”Nādirā Kaif smiled obediently.
“That’s better.” Kħadeejah Muħammad patted her on her back, “Call me, Bājī, instead of ‘ma’m’. I like it more.”
Nādirā Kaif could not decide whether it was Kħadeejah Muħammad’s own good character, or it was the influence of Durgesh on his ‘BĀHAR WĀLĪ’.
“My wire wasn’t received?”
“It should have been, Nādirā!”
“Yes, Bājī! I think it’s probably on the way someplace.”
“On the way nothing!” Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed genially again, “I left earlier than I intended to, on the spur of the moment. That no-good attendant at the Makkah Al Mukarramah airport, to whom I gave a big bill, so that he could pay for the wire, tore up the telegram, put the money in his pocket, and went out and got drunk. That’s the way with even our Muslim world these days. Allah! mérī taubah! Allah! mérī taubah! No responsibility, no moral stamina, no real downright honesty. Alright, Nādirā! Let’s proceed.”
Nādirā Kaif secured a porter, a cab, and found herself answering intimate searching questions about the business of the Durgesh Kħadeejah Muħammad Diamond Mining, Smelting & Investment Company during the ride in the taxicab.
At one point, Nādirā Kaif endeavored to say,
“I do wish, Bājī! you’d save these questions to ask of my boss, Mr. Deepak Khandelwal.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled at Nādirā Kaif.
“Nādirā! you are in my employ. Aren’t you?”
“Yes, Bājī! of course! Yet, I’m directly under Mr. Deepak Khandelwal.”
“Come on, Nādirā!” Kħadeejah Muħammad put an elderly arm around Nādirā Kaif’s shoulders. She almost hugged her to herself, “I don’t care whom you’re directly under. You’re in my employ. You’re working for me, not for that idiot manager of mine, Deepak Khandelwal . “
“Nevertheless, Bājī! He is not going to like it.”
“He is nobody to like what I do and not to like. He is my employee. I’m not his.”
“You are working now directly under me. You don’t have any obligations whatsoever to your immediate boss, Deepak Khandelwal. Do you want it in writing?”
Nādirā Kaif hesitated somewhat.
“Don’t hesitate. You’ll get my orders to the effect, as soon as we get to the office.”
“You’re drawing wages that come out of my pocket. Anyone who spends has a right to have loyalty in return. Moreover, I want efficiency and I want cooperation, too. You’ll answer my questions, my dear! and we won’t have any more of this ‘Ask Mr. Deepak Khandelwal’ stuff. Is that clear?”
Nādirā Kaif collected herself.
“I’m going to the home just to announce my arrival to the interns. Then we’re going up to the office and you’re going to put in the rest of the day answering questions.”
“I am?” Nādirā Kaif was startled.
“Sure. Why not? And you’re going to answer them right.”
“I don’t want any attempt to shield anyone. You understand. Yourself or anyone else.”
Kħadeejah Muħammadsmiled at her.
“Good girl. Now, for your information, the reason I arrived on Saturday morning instead of Monday is that I knew good and well Deepak Khandelwal would be out fucking some new Muslim Beauty. “
“I was not born yesterday, Nādirā! Neither you were. We both are ourselves Muslimahs.”
Nādirā Kaif smiled.
“Thanks for being so frank, Bājī!”
Nādirā Kaif could not control herself any longer.
She put her arms across the beautiful Meccan Årab Muslim neck of Kħadeejah Muħammadand embraced her respectfully, as if she were really her younger sister.
“We are proud of you, Bājī!”
“I’m too, proud of you all, my Muslimahs sisters; whether Årab Muslimahs or else. I wanted to descend on the office and get some records before Deepak Khandelwal was expecting me. I gave a wire to an attendant but I felt sure he wouldn’t send it. You said that you had the combination to the safe. We are going to open it and we’re going to take a look. I’m going to check some of the figures and you’re going to give me the information I want.”
“Sure, Bājī!” Nādirā Kaif was all for Kħadeejah Muħammadnow.
Nādirā Kaif loved her for it.
Deepak Khandelwal was suddenly nobody to her as compared to Kħadeejah Muħammad.
“Now then” Kħadeejah Muħammad asked, “who is the Current Muslim Girl Friend of Deepak Khandelwal?”
“Deepak Khandelwal is afraid of me that I may bring Sidrah Aħmad in Durgesh’s contact.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed.
“Afraid of Durgesh?”
“Who isn’t if he’s a man?”
“You are right. Hindus are the best males. Yet Durgesh is the best of them too.”
“And you are called Durgesh’s ‘BĀHAR WĀLĪ’, Bājī!”
“I’m proud of it, Nādirā!”
“We know it, Bājī!”
Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed winking at Nādirā Kaif.
Nādirā Kaif joined her laughter gracefully and proudly.
“I’m going to ask you a straight question, Nādirā!” Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled, “Have you any reason to believe that Deepak Khandelwal is dishonest?”
“Don’t talk to me like that.”
“You hesitated after you started to answer the question. I don’t want hesitation. Deepak Khandelwal can recruit as many Muslim Beauties, in his staff, as he wants. He can fuck all of them. It’s none of my business. But”
“He can’t be forgiven if he’s not grateful to me for it.”
“Yes, Bājī! it’s self explicit.”
“I allow the Muslim Beauties working for me, to have as much sex with their Hindu Dream Man as they want. I allow the Hindu Men working for me, to have as much sex with their Muslim Dream Beauties as they want. But, no dishonesty to the company at all. It can’t be forgiven.”
“Yes, Bājī! it’s self explicit.”
“Good that you understand.”
Nādirā Kaif smiled at Kħadeejah Muħammad reassuringly.
“I want straightforward answers, Nādirā! Have you any reason to believe Deepak Khandelwal is dishonest?”
“I don’t know.”
“Certainly you don’t know that Deepak Khandelwal is dishonest, but do you have any reason to believe that he may be dishonest?”
“Well” Nādirā Kaif said, “Deepak Khandelwal has recruited too many Muslim Beauties, in his staff, than actually needed.”
“Deepak Khandelwal fucks them?”Kħadeejah Muħammadwinked at Nādirā Kaif lewdly.
“Most of them. Almost all of them.”Nādirā Kaif smiled.
“Trying to be another Durgesh?”
“You are right. Durgesh is our dream boy.”
“You are right.”
They both smiled at each other significantly.
“There’s one matter more that’s been bothering me, Bājī!”
Kħadeejah Muħammadlooked at her.
“That’s been bothering me, Nādirā!” Kħadeejah Muħammad said gravely, “I don’t care that Deepak Khandelwal recruits Muslim Beauties in his staff in a large number and fucks them.”
Nādirā Kaif laughed.
“I think you are right, Bājī!”
“Yes. Those Muslim Beauties are not born themselves yesterday. They know very well, when Deepak Khandelwal recruits them that actually Deepak Khandelwal wants to fuck them. Yet they always apply in large numbers when they are recruited. What does it mean?”
Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed.
“Doesn’t it, Bājī?”
“Of course, it does.” Kħadeejah Muħammad confirmed Nādirā Kaif, “So it’s actually their personal matter. We don’t have to interfere among Deepak Khandelwal and his Muslim Yalāyalīs.”
“Deepak is facing one more problem, Bājī!”
“Oh, oh! Not Yogéndr Jīvātman?”
Nādirā Kaif was stunned.
“You know it too, Bājī?”
“Well, I’ve to keep me updated, Nādirā! if I really want to keep my position of the Chief Managing Director of the company. However, Yogéndr Jīvātman directly approached me to claim that he is a better Manager than Deepak Khandelwal.”
Nādirā Kaif laughed.
“What did you say?”
“I told him to have more shareholders with him than Deepak Khandelwal has.”
“Now, it explains the ads running in the newspapers and news channels.”
Nādirā Kaif remembered the ad:
‘You stockholders of the Durgesh Kħadeejah Muħammad Diamond Mining, Smelting & Investment Company invested your money because you wanted to make money. You wanted money for yourselves, your Muslim wives, your intimate Muslim Women/Hindu Gents friends, your children from them and your heirs.
What are you getting?
They are not good at work.
They are good for him on his bed.
As soon as he recruits them, he starts to transfer as many shares of the Durgesh Kħadeejah MuħammadDiamond Mining, Smelting & Investment Company in their names as it is possible for him.
Naturally, the Muslim Beauties support him in return.
But, what about you?
Some of our beautiful Muslim women stockholders have surrendered to Deepak Khandelwal and have started to share his bed.
They do not share Durgesh’s bed.
Therefore, it was possible for them.
What about my Muslim women friends?
What about your Muslim women friends?
The main brain working for Deepak Khandelwal, is not his own.
It’s a Mumbai Nympho Maniac, Sidrah Aħmad.
Deepak Khandelwal’s own Extra Ordinary Beautiful Libyan Muslim wife Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain is so fed up of Deepak Khandelwal that she is planning to divorce him.
She has already replaced Deepak Khandelwal with Durgesh while she has a seven-year-old son, Kush Khandelwal too from Deepak Khandelwal.
If you want to enrich Sidrah Aħmad, Deepak Khandelwal and his Muslimahs bedmates, continue to support Deepak Khandelwal.
But, if you want to enrich yourselves, support Yogéndr Jīvātman.
Mail your proxy to Yogéndr Jīvātman, care Proxy Holders Board of Salvage, and then with Yogéndr Jīvātman in the saddle, watch things begin to hum.’
I entered my room.
The room was used as a writing room cum office by me.
Kħadeejah Muħammadwas waiting eagerly for me.
Kħadeejah Muħammad squeezed my Hindu Penis in return.
“Want to get it?”
I lifted Kħadeejah Muħammad up in my arms and took her into our bedroom attached with the office.
Kħadeejah Muħammad undressed me.
Excited Kħadeejah Muħammad kissed my Hindu Penis, took it into her mouth and started to suck it vehemently.
“What happened?” I asked.
We both were stark naked now.
I was lying there on my back.
Kħadeejah Muħammad was almost sitting and lying on my mouth in a manner so that her labial lips were crushing my masculine Hindu lips.
Her back was towards me.
Our breaths were hot.
“You can’t live without my Hindu Penis, Kħadeejah!” I said breathing hot, “It was only the night passed I didn’t fuck you. And you are ravenous as if I haven’t fucked you for centuries.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad winked at me.
“You don’t like it?”
“I love it.”
“Your Hindu Penis will be captive there for a long time.”Kħadeejah Muħammad winked, “The poor Hindu King Cobra will go inside, come out till only its head immersed there, go inside again, come out till only its head immersed there. Think out profoundly before indulging into a long jihad with my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt .”
“Okay, Sālī! Om Kham Brahm!Om tasmai jyéshthāý Brahmañé namah!”
“Allaho Akbar!” Kħadeejah Muħammad rejoined.
She was on the bed now on her back.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!” Kħadeejah Muħammad kissed me passionately on my Hindu male lips, “Your unique Hindu Penis is there now into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt completely. Don’t move. Just hug me and let’s remain in this way for sometime until my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt feels normal with your entire Hindu Penis inside.”
“Allah!” Kħadeejah Muħammad whispered on my masculine Hindu lips, “Allah! Don’t move, Durgesh! Please! Let me enjoy your entire miraculous Hindu Penis into me. Just don’t move. Just hug me and let’s remain in this way for sometime until my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt feels normal with your entire Hindu Penis inside. Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!”
Kħadeejah Muħammad was whispering again and again,
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!”
My Hindu Penis was throbbing there immersed to the hilt.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!” Kħadeejah Muħammadwas still whispering.
“Allah!” Kħadeejah Muħammad whispered again on my masculine Hindu lips, “Allah! Don’t move, Durgesh! Please! Let me enjoy your entire miraculous Hindu Penis into me. Just don’t move. Just hug me and let’s remain in this way for sometime until my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt feels normal with your entire Hindu Penis inside. Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!”
“You were telling me something, darling!”
“Yes! I know. My throbbing Hindu Penis into your burning Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt makes you forget everything.” I kissed extremely beautiful Kħadeejah Muħammad on her lips, “Nevertheless, it maybe important to all of us, Kħadeejah darling!”
“It is.” Kħadeejah Muħammad said, “Well, you know Zubédah Sheikħ. She is incurably romantic. Since our receptionist, Kħālidah Ůsmān is on leave today, Zubédah was on the reception.”
“What happened?” I tried to pull out my Hindu Penis somewhat to penetrate her once again with all my strength, but Kħadeejah Muħammad immediately repeated,
“Allah! Allah! Don’t move, Durgesh! Please! Let me enjoy your entire miraculous Hindu Penis into me. Just don’t move. Just hug me and let’s remain in this way for sometime until my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt feels normal with your entire Hindu Penis inside. Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!”
“All right. All right.” I stopped pulling out my Hindu Penis, and thrust it back again into Kħadeejah Muħammad’s evertight Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Pussy, grabbing her both mount Everest Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah breasts “You were telling me something important.”
“If Zubédah is on the reception ever, and she pays any attention to anyone she’ll work up a whole Hindu-Muslimah love/sex story around that person. During the noon hour when there are very few calls coming in at the switchboard and people seldom at the office, as Kħālidah Ůsmān does, Zubédah also starts reading Hindu-Muslimahs love/sex stories and eating chocolate creams.”
“And then both Zubédah and Kħālidah tell me how they are watching their weight.”
Kħadeejah Muħammad said, smiling.
“Well, Zubédah was reading this Hindu Muslimah love/sex story. She had just come to the most interesting part of the story when the Muslimah started to fuck a Hindu herself, this young woman came in. She was terribly excited. She said she had to see you right away.”
“Yes!” I urged her.
“Zubédah told her that you were out somewhere that you are seldom able to see anyone without appointment. The young woman was almost hysterical. She said, ‘Never mind. Never mind. I’ll wait. He’ll see me. I’m one of his ardent fans. I love every word he writes.”
“Love?” I smiled.
“Love.” Kħadeejah Muħammad winked significantly.
Kħadeejah Muħammad’s French kiss now, was of my life and her too.
“She said,” After a long and passionate French kiss, Kħadeejah Muħammadtold me, “I don’t want to leave this house until I’ve arranged to have Durgesh protect me. I want Durgesh to look after my interests and I want to get a good detective agency.”
I smiled at her.
“And, she is willing to let me fuck her?”
“Who of us isn’t?”
Kħadeejah Muħammad again entered her tongue into my Hindu male mouth.
We continuously kissed for 15 minutes.
By the time she became very horny and me too.
I then started massaging her pair of boobs.
Round shaped boobs with pink nipples.
I started pressing her boobs and nipples with my palms and she felt an electric shock in her body.
I started to press her nipples and I was in heaven.
Kħadeejah Muħammad was moaning continuously.
She was moaning now loudly and throwing her hips upwards.
It felt great.
Juices started to flow out of her cunt lips and this gave me more excitement.
We both were totally nude.
My Hindu cock was throbbing continuously.
She was very tight and I was the happiest man to fuck that evertight Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy. She cried loudly as I pushed my Hindu Penis inside her cunt even though it had become well lubricated with her juices.
Kħadeejah Muħammadwas lying down straight on the bed with her legs on my shoulders.
I gave a little jerk in her hole.
She cried and tried to throw me away but I held her with my strong Hindu arms. And gave her a tight French kiss.
Kħadeejah Muħammadcried loudly but her cries got lost into my mouth.
Kħadeejah Muħammadwas throwing her legs moaning loudly and with some jerks pain went away.
Kħadeejah Muħammadstarted to enjoy and moan softly.
I concentrated on her boobs and kept on fucking her.
Kħadeejah Muħammadwas having tears in her eyes and moaning,
“Oh my love! Come on. Do fast. ohhhh noooo ahhhh it’s very enjoying more!!! Fast.”
This gave me more excitement and I started fucking Kħadeejah Muħammadvery fast.
She kissed me rapidly and said,
“I love you… I love you. I love you. Sex is so good. Sex is so good.”
Some drops were sliding from the side.
Kħadeejah Muħammad said,
We lay in the same position for about 30 minutes.
Then she said me,
“Thank you, Durgesh! Meri Jān! Mere Hindu Piyā!”
We had many sessions continuously.
At my home, in her bathroom, and even on my terrace too.
Kħadeejah Muħammad was as hypersexual as I was.
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