Midterm 2012 Volume 4
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Ved Nagar Volume 2
Ever since I fucked my first Musalmān pussy I saw that little crinkled pink Musalmān hole too so close by.
Yet I never have been an ass man.
Yes, I fucked countless of my extremely lovely Musalmān women in their gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass too, but it was only because either they themselves wanted and insisted on it, persistently, or the circumstances demanded so from us.
It was similar as I always wanted to establish platonic relationship with so many women, yet I never succeeded.
Not even a single woman ever respected my such a pious desire.
Except my own Ammī Ħuzūr, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb.
She was the person that made the present day Durgesh, with her husband, sisters, cousins and her ladyfriends.
The recently crashed platonic relationships were more troublesome for me.
After her tremendous success with my stepdaughters, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had targeted now my daughters in law.*
As a youth, the beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girls who deliberately imposed their soft Musalmān bodies on my ever unyielding unique ever Benevolent legendary ever unconquerable utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund, compelled me either this way or that, to yield to play involving their Musalmān rectums.
I didn’t know why actually it was so then.
However, now I know it was due to their orthodox Musalmān parents’ heavy orthodox behavior they were adamant to insist Religious.
Yazīd Malåūn and his bandits Mullahs and Maulavīs deliberately insisted to convert most of the Musalmīn into a military power instead of educating them.
The then Årab Burdāfaroshs, Årab lady slave traders, never wanted, neither they could ever afford, the average Musalmān to be educated properly.
Though the Madarsahs were opened in a large number, yet they were heavily biased to teach in the vile interests of the themselves uneducated/under educated Pseudo Musalmīn rulers.
The trend was deliberately protected even now, either under this ‘religious’ pretext or that.
Mostly, I had to stick my Uncut Hindu Lund in here or there as they sucked me to orgasm.
It was always a compulsion to me to place my Uncut Hindu Lund against their Musalmān sphincter, and then as it pulsed as she came, I could usually get away with getting my Uncut Hindu Lund in and rooting around in there.
Nevertheless, all too soon, they became aware of the Hindu invader, and they went berserk till I took it out.
Of course, the Musalmān girls tried licking and sucking me and sometimes even sticking their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue in my ass hole too, I hated it more immensely.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girls might like it, in their immense ignorance but I generally refused to kiss them later if they had frenched my shit chute.*
I was 65 she was 18.
Eīshān! She was hot.
She was a very wealthy Musalmān heiress here, with her own sports entertainment company, including the local minor league baseball team.
I was at a game with my neighbors.
One neighborhood Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girl was after me, and had been teasing me for months.
She knew I didn’t like sex with Just Eighteen Just Adult girls, myself being sixty five.
At the ballpark, she had cornered me as I came out of the bathroom, pushed me up against the wall and began to kiss me.
Her hand reached under my shorts and locked on to my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund, tugged it a few times, still trying to kiss me.
I was dumbfounded at her audacity and strength at her only Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Well, despite it, I appreciated the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girl, but I was 65, with a prick that would fuck anything, basically.
I got hard, she got excited, and she asked if she could give me a blowjob.
Well, Eīshān! Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew it would cause problems later, but for now, I needed to blow my wad too.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah took my hand, and led me to an area by the outer wall where there were some trashcans.
There was a waist high wall around them, and she simply pulled me in, squatted down, pulled my shorts down and engulfed me.
Obviously, Al Nafīs Al Zohrah was too obsessed to suck my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund that she never cared how so many times older than herself I was.
She too had the similar argument as my other too younger Musalmān beloveds had.
‘Islam is the only religion that advocates optimum competence oriented couples, as Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam and Ummil Momjnīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā were. Islam hates age oriented ever incompetent marriages immensely.’
I never believed this excuse despite most of the Musalmīn criticized and hated me for it.
That’s easier said than done, for I have a very thick ever unyielding unique ever Benevolent legendary ever unconquerable utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund.
It is only around 7 inches, but the thickness makes it appear to be a bat.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah did good though, getting me in her extremely lovely extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān mouth, scraping against her teeth and letting me in to the back of her throat.
I came as I felt her gag around my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund again, as I shoved my Hindu thickness further down her throat.
She spent a few minutes, licking me clean, and finally I was tired of her.
I needed more finally.
I turned around, pulled my ever erect Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund out of her extremely lovely extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān mouth and hands, and there was this incredibly classy young Musalmān woman, in a beige business suit standing there with a half smile on her face, just staring at me.
I shrugged, smiled back, pulled my shorts up over my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund and hurried back to our seats.
After the game, I was wandering around behind her parents as they stopped every few minutes to talk to friends and acquaintances.
I smiled hi now and then, paying no attention.
Until that is, they stopped to talk to the young Musalmān woman who had seen me tucking in my ever unyielding unique ever Benevolent legendary ever unconquerable utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund.
Her parents introduced us, but I didn’t even hear her name properly.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah was extremely gorgeous closer up.
She was model beautiful.
There was something exotic about her.
She reeked of class, money and somehow sex.
I thought about her seeing my ever erect Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund, and my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund jumped.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah, the young Musalmān woman, came toward me.
My Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund rose more.
She took my hand.
Eīshān! Was it soft?
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah invited me to come by her office some time, and she would make sure I got some complimentary tickets to some games for me and my Musalmān lady friends.
I thanked her.
I never said I never needed it.
I had infinite money and I always spent it leniently on my lady friends.
It wasn’t good to say it.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah turned around, said a few more words to her parents and their friends.
When she turned, she somehow backed closer to me, and as she turned, I felt her hand brush across my now mostly hard, ever unyielding unique ever-benevolent legendary ever-unconquerable utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund.
It jumped again, and as she stood there a second, I could smell her hair, and feel the heat of her extremely beautiful body so close.
As I was standing there engrossed, her other arm had snaked behind her back.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah pressed her hand backward, and touched my straining Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever-sensitive ever-active Uncut Hindu Lund.
She grasped my Hindu pole through my light shorts and gave me a few squeezes.
Then she was gone.
I was left speechless, with my monster my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund tenting out my shorts.
After I could finally breathe, I turned sharply, hollered I’d meet them at the car and sauntered to the bathroom.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was already there for me.
She grabbed my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever-sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund through my shorts, and pulled at my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund as Al Nafīs Al Zohrah had done.
I closed my eyes.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s young Musalmān Choot wrapped in completely around my Hindu manhood and I fucked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and fucked.
The young Musalmān Choot of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, sliding over my Hindu shaft felt sooo good.
I saw her face, and that half smile and those full lips, lips I wanted wrapped around my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever-sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund, and awww Eīshān! I was cumming.*
Al Sādiyah Arraħmān flung herself into her mother’s arms.
She loved her and had not seen her in months.
At last her Ammī, Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī, held her off and scrutinized Al Sādiyah Arraħmān.
“Far as I can tell, you look great, fit and trim,” Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī smiled gravely, “May be you could stand a few more pounds,”
“Allah, Ammī,” Al Sādiyah Arraħmān laughed, “I’m 118, and I’m staying that way until I find a man.”
“What’s with this man’s stuff? Ever since I can remember you’ve had dozens of men at your heels.”
Al Sādiyah Arraħmān laughed.
“Don’t talk like Abbū. He is conservative. He is orthodox. Not you.”
Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī sighed.
“You still blame him?”
“Don’t you? Even after he has divorced you?”
“Girlie, our Ummat, our society is still suffering from immense backwardness due to its tremendous opposition to modern scientific education.”
“Narendr Modi is coming,” Al Sādiyah Arraħmān smiled, “He wouldn’t treat us Musalmīn as his vote bank, as the pseudo secular syndicate did.”
“I hope so,” her Ammī, Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī, smiled, “you young generation doesn’t have somewhat more hope with Narendr Modi?”
“He is the only hope, Ammī, if India actually wants to come out of the darkness UPA government’s ten years darkest rule imposed on it.”
Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī, her Ammī, listened patiently and then asked Al Sādiyah Arraħmān, her daughter.
“I asked you what’s with this man’s stuff? Ever since I can remember you’ve had dozens of men at your heels.”
“Simple, obvious, I mean the right man.” Al Sādiyah Arraħmān cooed.
“How old are you, twenty seven?”
“Twenty eight, going on twenty nine, almost thirty.”
“Twenty eight. Correct. Forgive me. At fifty, one tends to get hazy about birthdays, other people’s as well as one’s own.”
Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī looked her daughter, Al Sādiyah Arraħmān, over again.
Al Sādiyah Arraħmān was a medium high, as Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī and her former husband Nasīruddīn Ikħlāq Muħammad himself was.
Both the Ammī and daughter were willowy, supple, with loose blond hair, luminous eyes, a pert nose and wide grin.
Al Sādiyah Arraħmān was exactly carbon copy of her extremely beautiful Ammī, similarly vivacious too.
Both were cheerful, vibrant, immensely smart and even more attractive in their green apricot sweater, slim dark green skirt.
“Sorry, Al Sādiyah Arraħmān,” Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī said, “I’m not worried about you. There may be men, but Durgesh is…”
“Unique.” Al Sādiyah Arraħmān completed her sentence, “Ammī, why the hell do you want me to compete with you? Obviously, I lack your experiences to please Durgesh,”
Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī shook her hand and led her into the living room.
“I can’t tell you how tickled I was with your winning the Ved Nagar Pavmān Som award. A great coup in journalism, my child. Congratulations again.”
“I read those clippings at least five times. That was a helluva series, that exposé. Imagine all those so called respectable millionaire married beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān women. Working part time for that gay pimp, Ikħlāq Muħammad. Even if he blackmailed them…”
“He didn’t have to. They themselves needed excitement. They were bored.”
“Allah, you mean they succumbed even to prostitution only because they were bored? I could never imagine.”
“Ammī, these aren’t your comparatively moral days. Nowadays morals are far cry, out of fashion actually. Even incest is now a movement for women emancipation and women rights.” Al Sādiyah Arraħmān smiled bitterly.
“Damn the beasts.”
Al Sādiyah Arraħmān smiled sadly.
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Al Taufīq Al Zāhid smiled.
“Walks, for one.”
“Walks?” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked feigning innocent ignorance.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid wasn’t interested even a bit in his acting.
She was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Cock into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Her ever communal resistance against Hindu penetration had already gone to hell as soon as she realized I was available to her.
No doubt Durgesh had the unique penis.
The ever horniest Musalmān Beauties were not crazy for it worthlessly.
Durgesh had unique sexual prowess.
No doubt Durgesh can satisfy the entire womankind even sexually.
He had infinite sexual lust incredibly.
“A customer pays his bill directly at the cash register.” She said herself pushing her ever pink glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my nude Hindu male lap and swallowing my Uncut Hindu Prick into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt nonstop wildly, “The amount of the bill is two dollars and eighty five cents. He gives you a twenty dollar bill. You pretend to be very much interested in the addition on the check. Then apparently something goes wrong with the key on the cash register. You concentrate on that. Eventually you ring up two dollars and eighty five cents; still without apparently paying too much attention to him, you hand him fifteen cents, then give him two one dollar bills, then hand him a five, then look back at the cash register for a minute. Nine times out of ten the man will pocket the change and walk away. If he starts to pocket the change and then stops suddenly, or if he still waits there, you take out two additional fives and give it to him with a smile, then start looking back at the cash register again.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid wasn’t as unaware of Al Nādir Al Haibat’s immensely jealous, immensely greedy stealthy glances on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt swallowing my ever arrogant ever proud Uncut Hindu Cock nonstop, as she was pretending to be.
The ever incurable male animal.
The very same Al Nādir Al Haibat was always heavily critical of Hindus and their ever horny Musalmān beloveds that they were still animals in their human bodies.
He always pretended to be a highly sophisticated ever righteous Musalmān.
He always criticized even the Musalmīn that were criminals and/or criminal minded.
But actually what he himself was?
He was a corrupt attorney himself protecting ever harmful gambling to humanity.
How much he really hated ashvinātam sex was more than obvious from his constant stealthy obsession of gazing Durgesh’s proud Hindu penetrations of her ever glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Yet, he had control enough on himself to comment ironically, feigning sophistication still however.
“You seem to know all the tricks.”
“Sure, working at the place I couldn’t avoid to hear some of them.”
“And you sing?”
“Yes.” She said proudly.
Al Nādir Al Haibat nodded studying the young woman’s miraculously beautiful face sophisticatedly apparently.
Yet, even then he had managed dignified glances on our still nonstop sexual penetrations.
“You have had ups and downs?”
“Mostly downs,” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said, “but I was in there fighting nonstop. I deserve to get the break Durgesh has bestowed on me despite Muħammad Ůsmān’s frantic attempts to frame me. I know now why Durgesh’s Musalmān women are so faithful to him despite the fact that Durgesh is a Hindu. He is honest and sincere to his Musalmān women more than their ever dishonest ever insincere Musalmān husbands and Musalmān mankind. You are jealous of Durgesh and us Musalmān Beauties, but you can’t separate us because no dishonest and insincere communalism can ever replace the ever sincere ever honest love of Durgesh for us. The more you ever dishonest ever insincere communal Musalmīn try to separate us from Durgesh, the more inseparable we are.”
If Al Nādir Al Haibat was angry, he successfully hid his anger.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid led the way.
I was behind her glorious bottom, fucking her from behind.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid was too afraid of Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim that she wasn’t ready to come to Paradise Floats if I wasn’t fucking her.
The chief of police accompanied us.
Muħammad Ůsmān, striding forward, was checked by Al Nādir Al Haibat.
Laying a restraining hand on his client’s arm, Al Nādir Al Haibat drew Muħammad Ůsmān back to one side and engaged in rapid fire, low voiced conversation.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid led the way into a room marked Employees, through a curtained doorway.
It had the word Female painted over the top.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid paused before a locker.
I grabbed her waist, pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock until only its head was inside, absolutely prepared for thrusting it into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt as soon as there was any indication from Muħammad Ůsmān and party of any unfair play.
Muħammad Ůsmān knew how dangerous a weapon my infinite Musalmān Beauties and infinite lovely Musalmān houseladies penetrator Uncut Hindu Cock was when it was visiting any Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
My Kundalini was active.
My infinite bodies were active.
With a simple affirmation now, I could immobilize even a whole infantry.
Muħammad Ůsmān had seen the demonstration with his own eyes several times.
However, he never believed a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman and a Stavak Hindu man could do it.
There must be something else hidden behind carefully.
Nevertheless, Muħammad Ůsmān wasn’t a damn fool to take any risk now.
“Open it,” I said.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid fitted a key and opened the locker.
In it, there was a suitcase, a pair of shoes, a suit and a raincoat.
“These all yours?” I asked fucking her once again.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid nodded.
“Do you want to put these things in the suitcase?” I smiled at her possessively.
She thanked me with her eyes for displaying my sexual possession on her.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid knew it was actually a disguised warning to everyone that s/he would have to face Durgesh’s powers if s/he tried to harm her in any manner whatsoever.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid thanked her Allah for her incredible Musalmān beauty and prudence that she approached Durgesh on the right time.
“The things came that way,” she smiled politely at me, “They can go out that way,” she said.
“You have some other things?”
“There’s a stateroom assigned to us Musalmān girls,”
“Only Musalmān girls work here?”
“Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn are highly communal. They never believe anyone that’s not a Musalmān. Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim do also belong to the category.”
“But Muħammad bin Qāsim is immensely friendly with his Hindu brother in law, his Hindu Jījū, Prañav Yogendr Divyānand.”
“Sure, they need Prañav Yogendr Divyānand. It doesn’t mean they aren’t communal. Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim loved Prañav Yogendr Divyānand. They hadn’t another alternative except to marry them.”
“We sleep there in the stateroom. It’s a sort of dormitory. Al Sādiyah Arraħmān, another girl and I share a stateroom. Muħammad Ůsmān wouldn’t let me get my things out of it last night. I was virtually thrown out.”*
I said gravely,
“Better start packing.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid pulled out the suitcase and flung back the lid.
“I think Al Taufīq Al Zāhid would like some privacy now to prepare to leave this place not to come back. I have to wait with her and—”
I broke off at the startled exclamation from Al Taufīq Al Zāhid.
“What is it?” I asked authoritatively.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid instinctively started to close the lid of the suitcase, then checked herself.
“Let me take a look,” I said.
“I’ll take a look,” the chief of police said, pushing forward.
“What is it, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid?”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid reopened the lid, then pulled forward the elastic that held closed one of the compartments in the lining of the suitcase.
A wad of currency had been thrust hurriedly into this compartment.
“I’ll take this into my custody.” the chief of police said triumphantly.
I moved so that I interposed a shoulder between the officer and the suitcase.
“Why?” I asked the chief of police curtly.
“Why?” the chief of police said sarcastically, “I want to know from where she got this wad of currency.”
“Who are you to ask it?”
“I happen to be the chief of police here.” He said ironically.
“Tell me the law, the section of it that authorizes a chief of police to investigate any money a person have in his/her possession even it’s his/her valid money legally earned by him/her.”
“It isn’t her money.”
“How do you know?”
“It stands to reason.”
“If she had that wad of currency of her own, she never needed to work here as a cigarette girl.”
“I don’t need to.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid was looking at me in questioning panic.
Allah! That was the reason she was afraid of Muħammad Ůsmān.
It wasn’t her money.
It was more than obvious that Muħammad Ůsmān had managed to put it there to frame her.*
I pushed my Uncut Hindu Penis entirely into Al Taufīq Al Zāhid’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Count it.” I said.
With trembling fingers, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid counted the money.
“Ten thousand seven hundred ninety nine dollars.” she said.
“Good,” I smiled, “We’ll give Muħammad Ůsmān credit for that on the amount of back wages due and our claims against him for defamation of character.”
Muħammad Ůsmān had quietly entered the stateroom with Al Nādir Al Haibat at his side.
Muħammad Ůsmān started to say something, but just then the curtained doorway was flung back with such violence cloth was almost ripped from the guide rings on the overhead pole.
A woman’s voice said angrily.
“Defamation of character, indeed! That’s a laugh—the kettle is calling the pot black, I’d say!”
Her eyes blazed hatred at Muħammad Ůsmān.
“But I didn’t come here to see that husband stealer. Let her take him. The bastard doesn’t deserve any true love, loyalty and faithfulness now. If the impotent thinks a cigarette girl and singer in a gambling yacht is better for him than even a multi-millionaire Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, let him have her. I damn care. I came here to see you, Mr. Muħammad Ůsmān. Just what do you think you are doing with my hard earned money that bastard lost to you?”
“Why, Ma’am Al Saåīdah Al Wājid!” Muħammad Ůsmān said, stepping forward and smiling cordially.
Then he glanced at me.
“I should have known you better. You can’t strike masculine ever. Before coming to strike on me, you investigated about my antagonists. You found Ma’am Al Saåīdah Al Wājid is one of them. And you managed her entry here when you are here too.”
“Anything wrong with that strategy?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “Mr. Mayor has promised me to fight my case against you bloody gamblers.”
“So, your husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad, is right that you have a clandestine extramarital affair with Durgesh?” Muħammad Ůsmān smiled trying to humiliate Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.
“What if I do?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “I’m not under eighteen, nor you are my legal guardian. Who the hell are you to ask that question on my personal life? Now, you have charged me being a cheater to my husband. I would take you to the court, to prove what you just said. One more case of Defamation of character against you, stupid. Mr. Durgesh is my attorney too, in both the cases against you.”
Muħammad Ůsmān was dumbfounded.
He wasn’t prepared for so many legal attacks.
He should have known better than to antagonize me.*
Nevertheless, Muħammad Ůsmān tried to grab the state of affairs.
“This is—that is—we aren’t really open for business yet. I had some people come in and—Come on with me and I’ll buy a drink.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid ignored Muħammad Ůsmān’s proffered hand, said furiously,
“You’ve trimming my husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad, in a crooked game here. He does not earn as much money himself as he loses in his damn gambling to you. That’s my money. He told me you took him for ten thousand dollars last night. It was natural I investigated about you. I found out your wife, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, has cuckolded you to herself, Durgesh and her younger sister, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. I enjoyed the state of affairs, naturally.”
Muħammad Ůsmān was dumbfounded.
His wife, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, wasn’t so much a problem to him, as her younger sister, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, was.
She was too cunning that she raped Durgesh himself, kidnapping him.
It wasn’t an easy task.
Yet, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had done it successfully.
Once, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah loved her husband, Muħammad Ůsmān, very much.
But, now even Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah fucked Durgesh in front of Muħammad Ůsmān’s own very eyes and made Muħammad Ůsmān to clean her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, licking it, after she fucked Durgesh.
Muħammad Ůsmān had to lick not only his wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
He had to lick her gorgeous Musalmān ass as well, after Durgesh fucked Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah in her ass too.
Then he similarly had to lick her sister, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt and ass as well, after Durgesh fucked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah too.
It wasn’t good that Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had known it.
Now, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had the winning hand on Muħammad Ůsmān completely.
He never fights conventionally.
He always digs out of the enemies of his opponents.
And then those enemies fight Durgesh’s war for the ever shrewdest Hindu, Durgesh never needs to fight it himself.
Muħammad Ůsmān could never understand how many shrewd persons died when Durgesh was born.
“Ten thousand dollars aren’t such a big money that I should waste my more precious time in its recovery.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said, “But if my business competitors knew the stupids like you can manage to snatch away such money from my husband, it would harm my reputation before them. Consequently, I haven’t another option except to have my money back.”
“Back? I can’t believe it.” Muħammad Ůsmān said incredulously.
“I’m not asking you to believe it. I’m asking you to return it.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said patiently, “You should have known better than cutting corners with me, Muħammad Ůsmān. I’ve engaged Durgesh to investigate your criminal activities extensively and see you get punished for them.”
Muħammad Ůsmān was dumbfounded.
What the hell it’s happening?
“Madam, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid,” he addressed her soothingly, “Your husband was in a little private game last night. I don’t know how he came out. I believe that perhaps he did lose a little, but I haven’t tried to figure up just how much. I can assure you that the game was on the up and up. I was in it myself. If we gambled with people at night, let them take a chance on winning the place, and then, if they aren’t lucky, gave them back the money they had lost the next morning, it wouldn’t be very long before I’d be selling apples on the street corner.”
Muħammad Ůsmān laughed at the idea, his mouth making the laughter, his eyes anxiously watching her, appraising her mood.
“And what’s wrong in it?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sweetly, “That’s where actually you belong to. And Wallāh, Muħammad Ůsmān, I promise you to put there. I never forgive the stupids who try to harm me even a bit, knowingly or unknowingly. As a policy, I spend millions to punish them so that no another dumb ass would ever think to come in my way. Durgesh is already retained to make you learn the lesson in the hardest way possible for you.”
“Allah,” Muħammad Ůsmān said impatiently, “what the hell do you want?”
“I want our money back, damn fool, what else? My husband isn’t very good businessperson as I am. That’s money he earned, however. We have other uses for it than to giving it to you. I intend to give it to Durgesh as the expense money he may use for destroying you financially. What the hell you think of me? I would let you cheap crooks rob us of that money and to get away with it?”
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7. On Islam
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Al Nādir Al Haibat asked,
“There’s a motel?”
“Yes. Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim own two whole city blocks in the names of their extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies. They know how to acquire and keep properties here at Ved Nagar, perfectly. They have a motel there with a swimming pool, a trout pool, a night club and bar, and a sort of casino.
“The entire construction is ultra-modern. The night club started out originally as an old barn. Muħammad bin Qāsim modernized it after he married Al Taufīq Al Fātimah, put on an addition, kept the barnlike atmosphere and called the place ‘The Great Barn.’”
“This Al Sādiyah Arraħmān,” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked, “heard Muħammad Ůsmān call you a thief?”
“Yes.” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said confidently.
She wasn’t anymore frightened now.
She was herself immensely surprised where the hell her fear had vanished.
Only because Durgesh had sympathized with her, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid immediately recognized the opportunity she had.
They called Durgesh the ever incurable Hindu fucker of tremendously attractive Musalmān Beauties.
Well, she was also tremendously beautiful.
Then why the hell shouldn’t she grab the once in the lifetime opportunity?
She deliberately started to seduce Durgesh herself.
Muħammad Ůsmān was a Muslim, wasn’t he?
Yet, what the hell he did to her, and still trying to do?
Didn’t Muħammad Ůsmān deliberately frame the entirely feigned shortage on her to destroy her credibility forever?
And they want her to be loyal to such crooks only because they are Musalmīn.
Are they really Musalmīn?
The gamblers, the crooks, the cheaters, Musalmīn?
Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam never wanted his followers to be Muħammad Ůsmāns and Muħammad bin Qāsims.
All the Muħammad Ůsmāns and Muħammad bin Qāsims are tremendous liabilities to entire Ummat-e-Muslimah, instead of being any assets ever.
They aren’t Musalmīn.
They are Pseudo Musalmīn instead.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is right.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is right.
Al Nādir Al Haibat was asking,
“Would Al Sādiyah Arraħmān be a witness?”
There was some victory now in his voice even.
Was Al Nādir Al Haibat a Musalmān?
If he were, why the hell was he helping Muħammad Ůsmān against an innocent Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān young woman?
“I don’t know.” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said, contemptuously now, “Her bread and butter might be at stake.”
Al Nādir Al Haibat smiled, now almost more triumphant.
“What happened after Muħammad Ůsmān called you a thief and told you to get out of his Entertainment Yacht?”
“Entertainment Yacht? Hell, who says it’s an Entertainment Yacht? It’s a Gambling Yacht. I wanted to go to my locker to get my street clothes, and Muħammad Ůsmān told me whatever was in the locker might be evidence, that he thought I had money secreted there. Muħammad Ůsmān handed me my coat and told me to get started.”
“I see. A rather spectacular way of discharging help,” Al Nādir Al Haibat feigned sympathy, “Isn’t it?”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid grimaced scornfully.
She glanced at Muħammad Ůsmān and turned to Al Nādir Al Haibat, his attorney, once more.
“Your client, Mr. Muħammad Ůsmān, did it deliberately, with a definite purpose in his mind.”
“You read his mind however? To get even with you, I think.”
“You are underestimating your client, Mr. Al Nādir Al Haibat, that was only part of it.” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said contemptuously.”
Durgesh’s everdirty Uncut Hindu Lund definitely puts a lot of confidence in otherwise quite helpless Musalmān Beauties, no doubt, Al Nādir Al Haibat thought.
Durgesh is deliberately fucking Al Taufīq Al Zāhid now even here on the Paradise Floats.
He could have fucking Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī even.
But it would have generated confidence in Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī herself, not in Al Taufīq Al Zāhid.
Consequently, Durgesh has deliberately decided to fuck Al Taufīq Al Zāhid while defending her.
Durgesh’s everdirty Uncut Hindu Lund is coming out of Al Taufīq Al Zāhid’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, till its head only there, and vanishing entirely again into the same with a tremendous thrust, not from Durgesh, but from Al Taufīq Al Zāhid herself instead.
Al Nādir Al Haibat knew Durgesh was not fucking Al Taufīq Al Zāhid to enjoy her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān female body, as the ever communal foolish Pseudo Musalmīn think.
Durgesh has a more pragmatic purpose in doing it so openly.
It declared her holy war, her Al Jihad fī sabīlillah, against the ever anti human Pseudo Musalmīn.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid is openly fucking Durgesh.
Durgesh isn’t fucking her.
It crushes the already crushed confidence of Pseudo Musalmīn.
Moreover, it declared the new powerful status of the former cigarette girl that she isn’t a helpless cigarette girl anymore.
She is a powerful girlfriend now, of an almost almighty Hindu multi zillionaire, media king, legal wizard and master cross examiner.
Wasn’t it more than enough to terrify Al Nādir Al Haibat and his alikes too?
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid was saying,
“They’d been playing poker for the last few weeks with this man, Al Wājid.”
“And I take this Al Wājid was the man they wanted you to signal about.” Al Nādir Al Haibat urged Al Taufīq Al Zāhid affably, cunningly.
“That’s right.” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid pushed her gorgeous glamorous nude ardent Musalmān buttocks into my nude male Hindu lap and once again swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, with tremendous pride, “Last night they were ready to take him really to cleaners. Muħammad Ůsmān was afraid that if I told what he had asked me to do, it might make trouble. Consequently he chose this method of getting me discredited, firing me under a cloud, giving me just enough money to get out of here. He said he’d have my things packed up, put in a suitcase and sent to me at Ved Nagar. They’d be there in my name. I could call for them there.”
“And when he cleans out your locker?”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid smiled ironically, squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund entirely vanished into her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, contracting her vaginal muscles around it,
“You know your client, Muħammad Ůsmān, even better than me yourself, Mr. Al Nādir Al Haibat. When he cleans out my locker, he’ll have some witnesses with him and they’ll find a wad of bills.”
Al Nādir Al Haibat looked at Muħammad Ůsmān.
Muħammad Ůsmān looked at Al Taufīq Al Zāhid with burning red eyes.
He could not understand how to win the ex-cigarette girl.
She was humiliating her tremendously on his own Entertainment Yacht.
It wasn’t beneficial to his business.
He was unable to get any brilliant idea how to get rid of this immensely unpleasant and tremendously harmful humiliation.
He hadn’t even imagined ever she could get me inside her.
A cigarette girl?
I entered the 482nd Century.
I found it unrecognizable.
It had not changed however.
I was changing nonstop.
I was already habitual of learning a new language always, get used to new styles of clothing and new ways of life with every new Observation.
I looked affably at the Communications girl behind the entry desk of the 482nd.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is here?”
“Sure, sir.” The Communications girl smiled at me seductively.
“What the hell Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is doing here?”
“I’m sure I don’t know, sir,” The Communications girl said mischievously, “The Everfirst Umm Al åālmīn herself brought her here.”
“She must be crazy.”
“I beg your pardon, sir.”
“I don’t want to disturb this Century even a bit, the slightest. They don’t understand the freedom of the people of this Century too should not be disturbed in the least.”
“Even to the extent that they are against Family?”
Instead of answering her, I looked at the shoulder emblem of the Communications girl.
It was not the yellow of the Computer, the green of the Life-Plotter, the blue of the Sociologist, or the white of the Observer.
It was not the Specialist’s solid color at all.
It was simply a blue bar on white.
The girl was Communications, a subbranch of Maintenance, not a Specialist at all.
She gave me the Technician glance, however.
“Well?” I smiled at her affably.
Communications smiled seductively once more,
“I’m ringing Computer Åāyeshah Siddīqah, sir.”
I remembered the 482nd as solid and massive, but now it seemed almost squalid, filthy, dirty, foul, nasty, unclean, neglected.
I was used to the glass and porcelain of the 575th Century, to its charm of cleanliness.
I was quite accustomed to a world of whiteness and clarity, broken by spares patches of light pastel.*
Al Nādir Al Haibat looked at me.
He was unable to understand why I was allowing him to cross examine my client in detail so much.
Yet, he was determined to take advantage of it.
“This was the first time you’d ever been in charge of cash register?”
“No, I’d charge before too.” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said enjoying my unique miraculous Uncut Hindu Lund into her until virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Were there other shortages?”
“I think there were,” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said, not in the least ashamed of herself that she was fucking me there in public.
She was feeling immense pride in it, instead.
It was a great achievement for a cigarette girl.
Every woman that was beautiful today was dreaming of without any exception to have sex with me.
She got a lifetime opportunity and she wasn’t imprudent enough not to take advantage of it.
“But not in the cash register.” she continued, “I had heard Muħammad Ůsmān complaining that some nights the receipts dropped way down although business was good. Muħammad Ůsmān intimated that someone had been knocking down―only ringing up a part of the sales. Muħammad Ůsmān threatened to get private detectives on the job and said everybody was going to have a lie detector test.”
“That’s the reason you are not popular with your staff.” Al Nādir Al Haibat smiled at Muħammad Ůsmān.
Muħammad Ůsmān watched him scornfully.
“I’m doing business, not politics, Mr. Attorney.”
“And somebody has been knocking down on you?”
“I think so.” Muħammad Ůsmān said curtly.
“I would assume he probably is right.” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said.
“Thank you.” Muħammad Ůsmān said sarcastically.
“Could that person or those persons have tampered with your cash register?” Al Nādir Al Haibat enquired.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid shook her head.
“Most of the knocking down that is done, is done at the bar. People who buy drinks at the bar pay cash, and if the bar is very busy and the bartender takes in four or five payments at once, he can ring up varying amounts in the cash register and there is no one to check on him. For instance, let us suppose one man has a cocktail that’s seventy five cents or a dollar. Another man has a drink that is sixty cents. Another person has bought drinks for three or four, and his bill is two dollars and eighty five cents.
“By timing things just right a good bartender can be preoccupied at just the right moment so that every glass gets empty at about the same time. That makes for a rush of business and a lot of payments being made all at once.
“So then the bartender picks up all the money, goes over to the cash register and starts ringing up sales of varying amounts.
“If the bartender is good at mental arithmetic, he can add up the figures in his mind and ring up an amount that is exactly two dollars short of the real amount. Then he gives each customer his exact change. Various amounts have been leaping, jumping, into sight on the cash register, staying there for just a moment only to be superseded by another amount. Nobody can tell for certain what check is being rung up. If the bartender sees someone paying attention to the cash register, he is scrupulously, painstakingly, accurate in ringing up the amounts, but if people are talking and not paying too much attention, he’ll knock down a couple of dollars and no one is any the wiser. He’ll do that perhaps ten to twenty times in an evening.”
Al Nādir Al Haibat was either really listening carefully to what Al Taufīq Al Zāhid was telling him, or at least he was pretending to do that,
“Were you doing any of this work at the bar, ma’am?” he asked respectfully.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid smiled ironically.
She was a ‘ma’am’ now, not a cigarette girl anymore.
Only because she’s with Durgesh now fucking him bravely.
They may hate her immensely for it, because she’s a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman, yet she isn’t obeying the broadly accepted and thoroughly expected lifestyle for a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman.
Nevertheless, they can’t humiliate her for it now.
They are afraid of her now.
Because Durgesh can destroy them if they dared it ever.
“Not last night.” She grinned triumphantly, “I was handling the main cash register. I had the only key to it while I was on duty ―at least, it was supposed to be the only key. I would sit there on the stool, the people would come to me with their checks, or the waitresses would come to check out the amounts due at their tables. I’d take in the money and give out the change.”
“Was there any reason why you couldn’t have knocked down if you had wanted to?” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked feigning impartiality and respect both simultaneously.
After all he was an attorney.
He was habitual to meet the situations such as this one already.
It was the reason he was called there.
“There’s more of a check on the main cash register.” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said somewhat curtly, “The waitresses issue dinner checks and keep a carbon copy which has to be filed when they go off shift. Theoretically the cash register should show a total income equal to the exact total amount of checks issued by the waitresses. But there are lots of ways of beating that game.”
“How?” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked, feigning impartial interest.*
The heavy plaster swirls of the 482nd Century, its splashy pigments, its areas of painted metals, were almost repulsive.
Yet, Computer Åāyeshah Siddīqah was still as powerful there as she ever was.
I watched her as she leafed through a sheaf of foils and got ready to look up, with the air of someone who is beginning to think she’s made me wait the duly required amount of time.
Computer Åāyeshah Siddīqah was afraid of me that I might not wait even a moment.
But to her utter surprise, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan proved absolutely correct in her psychological perusal of mine.
I had waited to Computer Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s immense surprise.
Computer Åāyeshah Siddīqah had come here after being trained a long time in an energy centered Century in 600’s.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had informed me.
Computer Åāyeshah Siddīqah was not now as raw as she was when she first met me and proposed Durgesh Åāyeshah Siddīqah Social Service.
Despite the natural insecurity of an ever young woman used to the firmness of field forces and dealing with nothing more than flimsy matter, Computer Åāyeshah Siddīqah had never developed any ill temper.
Neither, she ever felt insecure as the others did.
Her confident walk was quite different from others’ tiptoeing walk.
Even I was used to the cat like tread well of others.
Often I look up fucking someone, see someone else standing there staring at us, her/his approach having been unheard.
It was no longer something sly and sneaking, but rather the fearful and reluctant tread of one who lives in the constant, though unconscious, fear that the flooring would break under his/her weight.
It was nothing else, but almost ever pervading negativity.
Most of the persons everywhere were even never aware of it.
They could be excused, however, for their profound unawareness due to their utter ignorance of it.
They could be educated and cured.
But what about the persons who had surrendered to their inherent inertia against the conscious and deliberate efforts to remove it and getting positive ever?
It was a tragedy that there wasn’t any Century that didn’t have such ever irrationally adamant persons.
Actually, almost everyone there was too full of his/her prejudices.
Moreover, most of them were immensely obsessed to their prejudices even.
While every Century had its own particular prejudices, negativity and obsessions, there were some of them common in the entire Centuries too.
HVSI, the Allwhen Council, was ever untiredly doing its best nonstop efforts to remove negativity from everywhere, despite howsoever much resistance it had to face.
No resistance, no adamance, no negativity and even no obsession could stop HVSI, the Allwhen Council, ever from its ever sacred duty.
I smiled at Computer Åāyeshah Siddīqah with a pleasant condescension, with a pleasant arrogance, the ever young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman was never influenced by the negativity, prejudices and obsessions of the Century, as even some of the other time travelers poorly adjusted to the section.
Reassignment was probably the only thing that could help them.
“Greetings, Durgesh.” Computer Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled.
“Greetings, Computer Åāyeshah Siddīqah.” I smiled too.
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Ved Nagar Volume 2
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid raised her eyebrows.
“There is no real cause for jealousy,” Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid said sarcastically, “but my Abbū should have, in your opinion, become temporarily insane.”
I had to,
“Let’s get certain facts straight. Your Abbū has been playing a lot of poker at the Paradise Floats, and your Abbū has lost rather heavily?”
“Your Ammī didn’t take kindly to the idea?”
“Wives don’t take kindly to the idea of husbands sitting in poker games and losing money.” Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid commented dryly.
“Should they?” I smiled.
Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid hesitated somewhat to reply me.
“And,” I continued, “Al Taufīq Al Zāhid was rather conspicuous around the Paradise Floats?”
“They made her conspicuous.” Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid said looking at her Ammī significantly.
“And your Abbū became interested in her?”
“Mr. Mayor, my Abbū loves her. And why the hell shouldn’t he, when my Ammī loves you entirely unashamed of herself?”*
I watched her gravely.
“How do you know your Ammī loves me?” I glanced at Al Saåīdah Al Wājid for a moment while asking Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid was red faced due to sheer anger.
“The father and daughter both claim that we are afraid of them. That’s why we are keeping our relationship clandestine.”
“I see, what the hell can they do if we really love each other? They are not as resourceful as we are.” I smiled making the joke of the suggestion.
“Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid is an innocent daughter of an innocent poor father.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled burning, but still keeping her dignity, “She thinks her gambler father is poor. His wife is cheating him clandestinely. He goes to Paradise Floats to forget his dilemma resorting to gambling. He isn’t responsible for the gambling even. He is a poor innocent cheated husband. What’s wrong there if even he loves Al Taufīq Al Zāhid? His wife is cheating him after all. You know very well, Mr. Mayor, I’m having an affair with you or not. Yet, she herself admits that her Abbū is gambling and loves Al Taufīq Al Zāhid. They blame either us Musalmān houseladies that are beautiful or our Hindu lovers that we are breaking their otherwise excellent homes. I too, with my sisters, believed it. I imagined the Musalmīn were innocent. How mistaken I was! My efficient Musalmān husband is blaming me now of infidelity only because he wants to gamble and have an affair with Al Taufīq Al Zāhid himself.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid inadvertently remembered while she visited Paradise Floats to object to her husband’s entirely irresponsible gambling:
The Paradise Floats was a gambling yacht.
I walked with Al Taufīq Al Zāhid and Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī across.
A man’s voice resisted,
“I’m Muħammad Ħabīb Nizāmuddīn, the police chief here on the yacht, Paradise Floats. What are you folks doing here?”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid gave a little gasp.
“Where’s Muħammad Ůsmān?” I asked the police chief authoritatively.
After all, I was the Mayor of Ved Nagar, the ever richest Multi Zillionaire, the utmost successful Sex Therapist, lifetime chairman of HVSI, an utmost successful writer and human activist.
“Here I am.”
Muħammad Ůsmān pushed his way belligerently forward, his deep set eyes glittering with hostility at me.
My eyes rapidly adjusted to the dim light.
“I’m here representing Al Taufīq Al Zāhid as her attorney. You threw her out of here last night without giving her a chance to get her things. The first thing we want is to get to her locker and get her belongings.”
“All right, all right,” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “you want to go to the locker. The chief of police is here. He’ll search the locker.”*
I watched him contemptuously.
“Not without a warrant, he won’t.”
“That’s what you think, sir,” the chief said politely, yet firmly, “when your extraordinary beautiful client, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid, opens that door, I take a look, certainly. Muħammad Ůsmān owns this place. He’s given me permission to search any part of it I want.”
“You are forgetting the law, chief.” I smiled, “the locker is the property of my client, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid.”
“She got a deed to it?” Muħammad Ůsmān asked sarcastically.
“Tell your under educated friend, Muħammad Ůsmān, chief, the concerned law,” I admonished the chief of police, “before he does something illegal more in the presence of witnesses. He is tremendously undereducated of the law concerning the business he is running. He has already violated so many clauses, due to his sheer ignorance of the concerned law. Advise him not to violate anymore. It was designated as a place where my client, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid, could store her things.”
“While she was working here.” Muħammad Ůsmān reminded curtly, “She isn’t working here anymore. I want to take a look in there. I want to see what’s in there. I’ll bet you I’ll find some of the money that’s been missing from the cash register.”
“You mean, Mr. Muħammad Ůsmān,” I said gravely, “that you are accusing my client, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid, that she would have taken the money from the cash register last night, then gone to her locker, unlocked the locker, opened the door, put the money in there, then closed and locked the door again?”
“Where else would she have put it?” Muħammad Ůsmān asked.
“If she has taken the money,” I said, “have any irrefutable proof that she actually did that?”
“Who else could take the money?”
“The court will tell us, don’t worry. It will find out and you would have to pay for your absolutely unevidenced accusation. You blamed my client, yet you don’t have any proof. It’s a costly misuse of power, Mr. Muħammad Ůsmān. Well, nothing to worry there for you, however, if you are willing to pay the cost.”
Muħammad Ůsmān looked at me scornfully.
Yet, he didn’t say anything orally.
“You don’t have a key to the locker?” I asked.
“Why should I have a key?” Muħammad Ůsmān said.
“You are the owner. You assigned this locker to her, didn’t you?”
“Of course, what’s wrong in it?”
“You had the key in your possession until you gave it to her?”
“You don’t have any duplicate or master key to the locker?”
“Why should have I?”
“Most of the owners do it, don’t they?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t believe even in having somewhat general knowledge of the business you are running?”
“I have perfect knowledge of what I think necessary.”
“You don’t think it necessary?”
“You can’t get in this locker?”
“Of course not. I gave your extremely beautiful client the key. She’s got it in her purse, that little purse she keeps down in the front of her sweater. I saw her put it there.”
I couldn’t believe him that he actually didn’t have a duplicate key or any master key.
I knew Muħammad Ůsmān better, didn’t I?
“You have been unable to open her locker?” I watched Muħammad Ůsmān gravely.
“Naturally. How could I get in? She’s got the only key to the locker. Hadn’t she?”
“Then,” I asked curtly, “how did you expect to get her things out and send them to her, as you told her?”
Muħammad Ůsmān looked at me contemptuously.
“Ever hear of any locksmith? You don’t run any entertainment business. Otherwise you should too have known that we use to have a locksmith’s services whenever we face such circumstances.”
“Your general knowledge about me is too poor, Muħammad Ůsmān. HVSI run every entertainment business except that’s harmful to human society. Gambling, wine, smuggling, prostitution etcetera aren’t actually entertainment businesses. They are extremely harmful to the human society. Only the underevolveds, as you, run such so called entertainment businesses.”
The police chief said,
“Don’t talk with him, Muħammad Ůsmān. He’s just trying to get admissions from you, in the presence of competent witnesses. This man never fights masculine. He always fights feminine. He doesn’t have any masculine empire. He has a feminine empire, Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire. Doesn’t he?”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled humiliating the police chief.
“We sympathize with you ever loser folks. I can very well understand your ever desperate jealousy. Nevertheless, you ever loser folks must too understand that it needs a man to establish a feminine empire or sex empire, whatever you want to call it. No bisexual, no gay, can do it ever.”
“And as far as your so called masculine fights are concerned, only the underevolveds, as you, can call them masculine fights. Actually they are Criminal fights, most dangerous ever to human society.” I said curtly.
The police chief and Muħammad Ůsmān only looked at each other, smiling.
“First,” I said, “I’m going to get my client’s things. I’m warning you both, Mr. Muħammad Ůsmān, and the police chief, that any attempt to search her things without a warrant will be considered an illegal invasion of my client’s rights. I’m also demanding an apology from Mr. Muħammad Ůsmān because of remarks he has made suggesting that my client is less than honest. Such an apology will not be accepted as compensation by my client, but we are suggesting that it be made in order to mitigate damages.”
Muħammad Ůsmān started to say something, but the chief of police said,
“Take it easy, Muħammad Ůsmān. Where’s Al Nādir Al Ħaibat?”
“That’s what I want to know,” Muħammad Ůsmān said angrily, “I told my attorney to be here to protect my legal rights as the owner of this yacht, Paradise Floats. An incurable fucker of criminal Musalmān Beauties interprets every law in their favor and my attorney isn’t present here, even though he always boasts to protect every masculine right of every male against the ever insane ever incurable Hindu fucker of criminal Musalmān Beauties.”
The door opened.
For a moment the light from the side walk poured in, silhouetting a bodily strong looking individual, as if he was a trained boxer, instead being an attorney at law.
Both Muħammad Ůsmān and his chief of police friend were imprudent enough to hire a bodily competent attorney instead of a mentally competent one.
They still believed in violence more than in the law and intellectual power.
But they were not alone.
Most of the backwards did it.
There were still too many Pseudo Musalmīn that couldn’t understand the supremacy of intellectual power.
They still believed in the supremacy of military power.
That’s why they lost to comparatively more prudent Hindus ever.
Despite their physical political administration on Hindus in India for a long time, they couldn’t get except a small land called Pakistan that too was divided into two separate autonomous sovereign countries soon.
The door closed and the silhouette resolved itself into a man of around thirty seven with dark rimmed spectacles, a toothy grin and hard, appraising eyes.
“This,” Muħammad Ůsmān announced acidly, “is Al Nādir Al Ħaibat, my attorney.”
He turned to him,
“Al Nādir Al Ħaibat, Mr. Mayor is here representing once more one more criminal Musalmān Beauty. He says…”
“Glad to meet you, Mr. Mayor.” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat stretched his hand, “Sorry, due to traffic problems I couldn’t reach here earlier to welcome you.”
Al Nādir Al Ħaibat’s fingers closed around my hand.
“All right, never mind the diplomacy.” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Mr. Mayor is not here in his official capacity. He is here as an attorney representing this woman who’s trying to blackmail me and―”
“Easy, Muħammad Ůsmān, easy,” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat warned, “Take it easy, will you?”*
Muħammad Ůsmān said curtly,
“What do you mean, ‘take it easy’? I’m telling you.”
“Your antagonist isn’t an ordinary man.” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat said scornfully, “He is a world famous man for breaking countless Musalmān homes, yet he has miraculously managed most of the persons believe successfully that he isn’t a home breaker. He is a Messiah of Musalmān houseladies instead that’s rescuing Musalmān houseladies from their tyrant husbands and criminal house persons. He is being praised and respected immensely for it, instead of being condemned.”
“So what?” Muħammad Ůsmān said scornfully too, “With the infinite money he has, and still pouring in incredibly, anyone can manage the media praising him despite his tremendous shortcomings and wickedness even. Moreover he hasn’t even to bribe the media even. He himself owns most of the media, law firms etcetera. Most of the governments everywhere are immensely indebted and obliged to him for their own survival. They can’t act against him ever. He is the ever shrewdest person I’ve ever encountered in my life.”
“Thank you, gentlemen,”
“Don’t mention it,” Muħammad Ůsmān said sarcastically.
Al Nādir Al Ħaibat opened his mouth to say something, but Muħammad Ůsmān raised his hand to stop him,
“He’s representing a broad that’s trying to blackmail me. As always happens every criminal Musalmān houselady that’s extraordinary beautiful reaches him, lets him fuck her as much as he wants to, and he comes to rescue her posing himself as a messiah of unjustifiably accused Musalmān houseladies. I would never allow to let them play this dirty game to me even. She claims I accused her of being dishonest.”
“Oh, Muħammad Ůsmān would never do that.” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat smiled dignified.
Then he turned to Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, bowed to her, and swung around to face Al Taufīq Al Zāhid,
“Well, well,” he said, “It’s the cigar and cigarette girl.”
“That’s the one,” Muħammad Ůsmān said contemptuously, “she told me that she’d won a bathing beauty contest that included a trip to Ved Nagar Film Industry, a screen test and a certain amount of resulting publicity.”
“A screen test?” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat acted surprised incredulously.
“That’s what she said to me,” Muħammad Ůsmān acted paternal somewhat, “I never believed her. She was extremely beautiful alright, but it takes more than mere immense beauty to be an actress. I thought she dreamed of becoming an actress without knowing anything worthwhile about it. I got sympathetic, naturally.”
“Naturally,” I smiled sarcastically, “how nice of you,”
“She told me it was part of the publicity.” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “She told me she never heard anything from it again. She even said she even doubted sometimes if there was film in the camera.”
“The trip to Ved Nagar Film Industry?” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat urged Muħammad Ůsmān.
“She said that was real. She had to wait to travel when the plane had some extra seats. It was nice however, she said, while it lasted.”
“When did it quit lasting?” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat smiled sarcastically.
“About six months ago, she said.”
“And she’d been doing?”
“Various things, she said.”
“The last was being employed as a cigarette girl and novelty singer at your Entertainment Yacht?” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat asked.
“That’s right,” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “five months ago she got a job with me. I’ve a little night club here on the yacht with a room in back where there are legalized games, you know.”
“And her employment terminated when?” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat asked.
“Last night, and very abruptly.” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid answered curtly, instead of Muħammad Ůsmān.
“What happened?” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat asked feigning sympathy, dignity and impartiality.
“Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim were―”
“Go ahead,” Muħammad Ůsmān encouraged her sarcastically, “let’s hear your story that either you manufactured to get Mr. Mayor sympathetic with you or he did to fuck you.”*
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid laughed sarcastically.
“Durgesh never needs to manufacture any story to enjoy any Musalmān Beauty or any beautiful Musalmān houselady. Despite your desperate frantic efforts to prove otherwise, none of you bloody liars could ever prove Durgesh wrong, not even a single time. The ever persistent ever unstoppable ever overpowering expansion of Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire is itself a proof that Durgesh is always right. He hasn’t broken even a single Musalmān home anywhere. If the concerned Musalmān home was ever broken it was always broken by either the concerned Musalmān houselady because she never wanted to continue her homely responsibilities anymore, or her husband himself wanted to split away for his own hidden reasons. That’s why Durgesh was accused to break Musalmān homes countless times, yet it couldn’t be proven ever.”
“Very commendable opening speech,” Muħammad Ůsmān laughed sarcastically, “I congratulate the script writer. Mr. Mayor is always a successful writer. Let’s hear the rest of it.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid watched Muħammad Ůsmān contemptuously and continued, confidently.
“Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim both wanted me to do some crooked work. They wanted me to look at the hands of a sucker and signal what he was holding.”
Muħammad Ůsmān indignantly tried to contradict her, but Al Nādir Al Haibat stopped him raising his hand once again.
“And you did?” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked Al Taufīq Al Zāhid.
“I did not.” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said irritably.
“So, what happened?” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked feigning courtesy.
“I should have known better. I failed to act prudent enough to protect my own interests. Muħammad Ůsmān was dangerous. I forgot that he has a terrific temper and he was furious. Suddenly, without any ultimatum, Muħammad Ůsmān took a long breath and smiled that oily and suave breath of his. He told me it was all right, he would handle the game without my help.”
“And he did?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t last long enough to find out.”
“Muħammad Ůsmān told me the cashier had become ill and had to leave. I was to take over the cash register and let some of my singing numbers go. Well, there was a hundred and twenty dollar shortage.”
“While you were in charge?” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked gravely.
“A real shortage or―”
“A real shortage. The cash simply didn’t balance.”
“You admit it?”
“Of course, I admit it. I don’t want to blame anyone falsely.”
“What happened to it in your opinion, if you haven’t done it?” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked feigning impartiality.
“Frankly, I don’t know. I think Muħammad Ůsmān did a little sleight of hand on me when he inventoried the cash with me at the time I took over. Muħammad Ůsmān is very swift and very clever with his hands. He can deal from the bottom of the deck or deal seconds, and it’s almost impossible to catch him at it. I think that when he counted the cash in the cash register with me at the time I took over, he used his sleight of hand. All I know is that when I came to balance up, there was the shortage.”
“Who found it?”
“I found it.”
“And what did you do?”
“I communicated immediately with Muħammad Ůsmān. I told one of the waitresses to tell him. He was in this game.”
“And what happened?”
“Muħammad Ůsmān fired me. I had about a hundred dollars coming in back wages. Muħammad Ůsmān handed me forty dollars and told me that was enough to get out of there and if I wasn’t out within twenty four hours, Muħammad Ůsmān would have a warrant issued for me. He called me a thief and everything else in the―”
“Quite a few people in the place could hear Muħammad Ůsmān. He wasn’t particularly quiet about it.”
“Know any of their names?”
“A couple. Al Sādiyah Arraħmān was there.”
“Who is she?”
“One of the girls who does all around work. Sometimes she acts as attendant in the powder room, sometimes she’s a hat check girl. Sometimes she works in the motel office.”
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