After the death sentence 3

After the death sentence

Durgesh

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Chapter 3

Durgesh Al Zāhidah Al Imām

We agreed to a compromise.

We would wait until she was ready emotionally too and see if we felt the same way.

We would see other people but I would live at home until I met someone else.

Her concession was that we could touch each other but I had to swear not to ever suggest or try to get Al Zāhidah Al Imām past that point – nor let her take me past it.

Our ‘deal’ ended with a sweet long kiss.

That first night, we touched each other into oblivion.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy creamed and Al Zāhidah Al Imām lost count of the number of times I made her come.

My fingers and hands on her, and in her, had Al Zāhidah Al Imām climbing the walls.

I touched her lightly along her neck down to her breasts and said,

“You know what the best thing about your skin is? It goes all over your body.”

Everything that could be done to a clit, I did to her.

I said,

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām. I can touch you there all night, Al Zāhidah Al Imām.” and I did.*

The next morning, for her sanity, Al Zāhidah Al Imām added the ‘vitamin’ rule to our bargain:

Once A Day.

After six months, things were working out wonderfully and terribly.

Neither of us had gone out with other people at all, each night was sublime in each other’s arms, and our craving for more was excruciating.

We didn’t cross the line but we came so close that a feather could have knocked either one of us over it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wouldn’t let me stay the night in her bed because after a few nights of feeling that big hard ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock against her behind, Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t get any sleep.

That didn’t prevent Al Zāhidah Al Imām from going to my bed when her desire to be near me overwhelmed her.

Many of her dreams haunted her.

The nightmare was that they were so sweet.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was finally skewered on my fat ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock and I was fucking Al Zāhidah Al Imām until Al Zāhidah Al Imām screamed.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām woke up dripping from every pore and every hole.

They were so real Al Zāhidah Al Imām awoke angry with me for going back on our deal and frustrated that I really hadn’t.

I couldn’t understand why my Musalmān ‘daughter in law’ was so grumpy on so many mornings.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t tell me how much Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted me because it only would have made it harder for her and Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew from experience that I was hard enough all the time.

Somehow we made it until six months.

On a weekend Al Zāhidah Al Imām had to travel for business, Al Zāhidah Al Imām asked me to come with her.

Maybe being in a strange room and a strange bed did it or maybe we were both just at a point of no return.

Before we’d even touched, Al Zāhidah Al Imām was undressing in front of the mirror and Al Zāhidah Al Imām saw me sitting on the bed.

I said,

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I’m going to have you tonight.”

It wasn’t angry or asking.

It was a matter of fact.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām turned and took off her bra and said,

“Yes honey, you are.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām walked over to me and offered her nipple to my fingers.

We had waited so long; we both instinctively knew that our first time should not be wasted in a heated rush.

I squeezed each nipple long and hard.

Each pull sent sensations to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām stroked the back of my head as I pulled her panties down, and she said,

“That’s good Durgesh…you make Al Zāhidah Al Imām feel it down to here.” Al Zāhidah Al Imām opened her legs as Al Zāhidah Al Imām stood before me and put my hand over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

I rubbed her gently.

“You have a soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān cunt,” I told her. “…A sweet soft Musalmān cunt that I’m going to be inside…in here Al Zāhidah Al Imām, in here.” As I spoke my finger entered and explored.

I took my finger out and raised it to her lips.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām tasted her juice and it excited me.

I said,

“…I’m going to be here Al Zāhidah Al Imām, in your mouth …my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock is going to be in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…” Al Zāhidah Al Imām squeezed my wet finger and rolled my Ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock around it.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked down at the handsome face and just said

‘Yes Durgesh…yes…yes…”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām should have expected what came next but Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t.

I reached between her spread legs and found the tender pucker.

I sent my slippery Uncut Hindu Cock into the small channel and said, “I’m going to fuck you here Al Zāhidah Al Imām…in your gorgeous beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass…my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock is going to be here, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, here.” I drove my Uncut Hindu Cock as far as it would go.

“Allah Allah! OH God…Durgesh…yes…in my …in all of me.”

My pants were still on, but the bulge Al Zāhidah Al Imām saw sent her a picture of my big ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock attempting to enter her Panjvaqtah Namāzī gorgeous Musalmān ass.

It sent a shiver through her, but Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted me to do it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām sat next to me and took my shirt off.

I stood and Al Zāhidah Al Imām took off my pants too.

My long, wide, ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock was erect and poised by her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth; the smell of sex was on it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām licked the Hindu length of it and it sprang as Al Zāhidah Al Imām slathered my balls with saliva.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām took the big Hindu knob into her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and squeezed her way up the Hindu shaft.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue traced the contours of my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t sucking long before I pulled out of her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew what we both wanted.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām leaned back and positioned herself to take the insertion Al Zāhidah Al Imām had waited so long for.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,

“I’m ready Durgesh…Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s ready for you…”

I was breathing hard.

I approached Al Zāhidah Al Imām on my knees and my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock looked like a spear coming out from between my legs.

I spread her by the ankles and said,

“I’m ready too, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…I’ve been ready to fuck you for as long as I can remember…ready to put this ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock inside you where it belongs to…”

As I spoke Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt the head of my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock spreading her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Her wetness had made me accessible to the first penetration of my steel Hindu shaft.

As I pushed deeper into her grasping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān channel, Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,

“Yes Durgesh …that’s where it belongs to…in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy…in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy…”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted me to fuck her deep and I did.

Each my Hindu stoke took me toward her belly and Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t stop moving as I filled her with my long thick Hindu meat.

“Allah! OH God love…so good…Durgesh, I don’t know how I waited this long…oh honey thank you…thank you for waiting for me…for loving me…now we never have to wait anymore…yes Durgesh…love me…love me with your big ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock…always…always…”

As Al Zāhidah Al Imām spoke, Al Zāhidah Al Imām surprisingly started to spasm.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted to wait but Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām came with a yell and as I stroked her harder and faster, it felt like only seconds passed after her first orgasm when Al Zāhidah Al Imām began to climb again.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t feel me come and I was still hard as a rock inside her.

I pulled out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and took my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand.

It glistened with her juices and I positioned it on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān asshole.

Before Al Zāhidah Al Imām could gird herself, I had pushed, passed her tight anal ring and Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt the enormous pressure of my ever young ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock working its way into a place it seemed it could not fit.

As I moved deeper in her Musalmān ass, my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock felt more massive than it ever looked.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt as stretched as Al Zāhidah Al Imām could get. Al Zāhidah Al Imām could feel the tears at the corners of her eyes but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was determined not to stop me.

I said,

“Is it too much for you, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…should I stop? Can you take it?”

Could Al Zāhidah Al Imām take it?

Al Zāhidah Al Imām could take it forever.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām loved having the ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in her again and most of all Al Zāhidah Al Imām loved that it was My ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock that was now deep in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Her loud moans and the pressure eased somewhat as Al Zāhidah Al Imām relaxed.

As her fear subsided, Al Zāhidah Al Imām began enjoying the pulsing heat and friction My ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock had created along the walls her tight Musalmān channel.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,

“No Durgesh, don’t stop…stay inside me ever…it’s where your new Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, wants you…yes my Hindu love…push into Al Zāhidah Al Imām…tell me you need me Durgesh …tell me…”

“Yes, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I need you…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I need this… Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I need to be in you…fucking you like this…fucking you like I’m always going to fuck you…fucking you…fucking you…fucking you…”

As my excitement rose I no longer held back any of my Hindu steel rod that was driving to her Musalmān core.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām could feel me encountering the globes of her gorgeous Musalmān ass as I gave her all of my long ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.

Neither of us was aware ever how much time I fucked Al Zāhidah Al Imām in her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

It might be hours even.

However we both enjoyed it more than we anticipated.

To her immense surprise, Al Zāhidah Al Imām found she enjoyed it even more than me.

Allah, she never knew she was so crazy to enjoy even anal sex with me.

How the hell Durgesh knew it?

Who told Durgesh it?

Muħammad Afzal?

Her own husband?

None else could have known it.

Durgesh was the only man in her entire life after Muħammad Afzal.

And Durgesh would be the last too.

Now even Muħammad Afzal can’t touch Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

He has deliberately pushed her to Durgesh’s ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.

Muħammad Afzal didn’t love her more than his terrorist father even.

For Muħammad Afzal, his terrorist father was more important than his wife, Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

Shame on you, Muħammad Afzal.

You sold your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, as faithful to you as she made even Durgesh keep waiting for six months for her.

I hate you, Muħammad Afzal.

I hate you now tremendously.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām started to thrust her gorgeous extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass herself wildly tremendously.

She was furious now.

Muħammad Afzal had deceived her.

He had used her to protect his terrorist father sentenced to death.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was a damnfool actually still faithful to Muħammad Afzal.

Allah!

Allah!!

She was herself fucking me now tremendously, wildly, furiously, in her rage.

She wanted to revenge now.

Alas, she didn’t know it when she met her father in law.

Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd had watched his daughter in law scrutinizing her carefully,

“I never expected we need to talk.”

“Afzal wanted it, Abbu.”

“Why the hell he himself couldn’t do it?” Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd

asked quite unsatisfied, “Doesn’t the bastard know this place is not for his wife to visit ever?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām smiled.

“Your son has run away.”

“The bastard, he really isn’t my real son.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was stunned,

“Allah, do you really mean it, Abbu?”

“He must be Durgesh’s son, I think. He is as coward as the Hindus are.”

“You still think terrorism is bravery?”

“It isn’t terrorism, it’s ‘Jihad’.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām nodded but said nothing.

It was useless to argue with a persistent animal.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām herself hated the terrorists very much.

Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd wiped his eyes again, this time with his other sleeve.

He removed a cigarette and put it between his lips.

His hand shook as he flicked the lighter.

He puffed quickly.

“Why did you come here?” he asked in a low, husky voice.

“I’ve already answered that. Your ‘bastard’ son, Muħammad Afzal wanted it. I can’t inherit his property of several millions if I didn’t try to let Durgesh protect you.”

“Your ‘bastard’ husband, Muħammad Afzal, is really gone crazy. Durgesh is one of the many those destroyed me.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām smiled.

“Your ‘bastard’ son, Muħammad Afzal, told me you never admit your mistakes. You always claim somebody else is responsible for everything you are suffering from.”

Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd watched her harshly.

“Are you really my Bahħū Bégum?”

“What do you mean?”

“You talk as if Durgesh is fucking you ab initio, not my son.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was stunned.

Her face became intense red with indomitable fury.

The terrorist animal didn’t deserve her attention even a bit.

Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd lacked normal etiquette even.

He used the word ‘fucked’ without any hesitation at all.

Instead, it was evident from his expression that he enjoyed using that humiliating word for her immensely.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām moaned in relief as I began to shoot in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass…lovely soothing cum…the cum Al Zāhidah Al Imām waited so long to have inside her… her Hindu love’s cum…My Hindu cum…filling Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s firm Musalmān ass with what she needed.

That night was the beginning of a new ‘deal’ between Al Zāhidah Al Imām and me.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām promised me Al Zāhidah Al Imām would never say “no” to me again.
I would take Al Zāhidah Al Imām whenever and however I wanted her, and Al Zāhidah Al Imām would let me.
It was an easy bargain to keep.

Privately, our life together naturally evolved over the next year more into one of ashvinātam lovers than any other relationship.
The only thing missing after a while were friends.
We couldn’t go out as a couple and be ourselves where so many people knew us, so we decided to move to the city.
Starting over wasn’t easy but we had each other.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām struck up a friendship with Åzrah Iqbāl, a friendly, good looking woman at work who was also involved in a ‘May-December’ romance.
It turned out that Mohan was ten years her junior and the son of her best friend.
As we got to know them we all became closer and visions of sugarplums began Icing in My and her head.

We didn’t talk about it for the longest time but when the conversation between us turned to,
“Do you think Åzrah Iqbāl is sexy? Do you think Mohan is good looking?” we both knew what was on the other’s mind.
The thought of having two men in Åzrah Iqbāl at once began feeding her fantasy life.
I finally said it,
“What do you think of the four of us getting past conversation and into something more exciting?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām said,
“It sounds sexy to Al Zāhidah Al Imām but do you think it can…change things? Al Zāhidah Al Imām wouldn’t want to do anything that would come between us; you know, what if you really liked Åzrah Iqbāl and…?

I said,
“Oh, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I love you; this would just be playing around…anyway who knows if they would be interested?”

They were.
It turned out that Åzrah Iqbāl and Mohan had had the same idea from the start.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t sure about the whole thing but Al Zāhidah Al Imām figured I’d go along once and see what happened.

The first night started out awkwardly and we were sitting around talking nonsense over drinks for the longest time when Åzrah Iqbāl got up and took off her blouse.
She said,
“Hey guys, this is why we’re here, isn’t it?” She walked over to me, sat in my Hindu lap entirely unashamed of her, and started kissing me.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām had a rush of mixed feelings.
First, Åzrah Iqbāl was kissing her ideal and a pang of jealousy ran through Al Zāhidah Al Imām.
Secondly, she wasn’t wearing a bra and her tits looked bigger than Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s, but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was soon distracted when my hands began roaming over her body.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t sure what the others had in mind but Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t going to let Åzrah Iqbāl and me go off separately so Åzrah Iqbāl ‘steered’ us all into one bedroom.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām figured there were lots of possible combinations and Al Zāhidah Al Imām sort of directed things so that the two utmost seasoned Hindu men ‘did’ Åzrah Iqbāl and then I alone do Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām watched as my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock went into Åzrah Iqbāl’s Musalmān mouth, and Mohan’s short, fat, Brāhmañ dick pushed into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy from behind.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām got turned on and Al Zāhidah Al Imām went kissing me as we fucked and squeezed.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t think anyone could make as much noise as Åzrah Iqbāl did.
As Mohan Dīxit attacked Åzrah Iqbāl from behind like a battering ram she screamed as she came. Åzrah Iqbāl probably wasn’t that happy about it because I hadn’t come and she pulled her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth off my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock while she was sounding off.

We all sat on the bed for a few minutes touching each other.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām leaned over and kissed my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock and tasted Åzrah Iqbāl’s juice on me as her lips stroked me into hardness.
Mohan returned the favor by licking Åzrah Iqbāl for a while.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām thought I wanted Åzrah Iqbāl to suck me and have I do Al Zāhidah Al Imām as I had done Åzrah Iqbāl but Al Zāhidah Al Imām had other ideas.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām had come to this party because Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted to know what it felt like to have two ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cocks in Åzrah Iqbāl at once.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām directed me on my back and sat over me putting my stubby Hindu thickness into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
It felt good and I did fill Al Zāhidah Al Imām as I did fill Åzrah Iqbāl.
I immediately started bucking up like I was off to the races but Al Zāhidah Al Imām calmed me to a less frenetic pace.
I knew what Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted and had greased her asshole as Al Zāhidah Al Imām leaned over my chest to give me access.

The big ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in the small hole coupled with the ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in Åzrah Iqbāl’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy had already almost overwhelmed me.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew that a thin membrane separated the two ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cocks in Åzrah Iqbāl, but it felt to Åzrah Iqbāl like they were both in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and both in her Musalmān ass.
The two utmost seasoned Hindu men had pushed in and out of her Musalmān holes as our hands roamed, rubbing and tugging at her tits and ass.
Åzrah Iqbāl wanted to feel us come together…
Åzrah Iqbāl wanted to feel us both filling her with our Hindu cum…in her beautiful Musalmān ass and in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Åzrah Iqbāl urged us on, telling us how good it felt.

I always had good control and I waited until I heard Mohan’s unmistakable sounds of release.
Åzrah Iqbāl called to me as Åzrah Iqbāl felt the first stream of Mohan in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
“Give it to me Durgesh…give it to Åzrah Iqbāl, please…”
I pounded her Musalmān ass and the heat was excruciating as I fucked her tight Musalmān hole.
I came in her a second or two after Mohan started but it seemed like I kept shooting long after Mohan finished.
Åzrah Iqbāl felt the heat and force of my jets and Al Zāhidah Al Imām missed hearing me calling me “Al Zāhidah Al Imām”; which still sent a shiver of excitement through her even after a year of hearing me call to ‘Al Zāhidah Al Imām’ as I came.

Åzrah Iqbāl didn’t come but was on the edge.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t wait for them to leave so Al Zāhidah Al Imām could have her Durgesh to herself.
When we were finally alone, I squeezed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with a hard loving Uncut Hindu Cock that sent Al Zāhidah Al Imām to the sky.
My long strokes and pressure around her Musalmān clit kept me on the verge for an eternity.
I knew well the trembling and small sounds Al Zāhidah Al Imām usually made before Al Zāhidah Al Imām came and kept stopping before Al Zāhidah Al Imām went over.
When Al Zāhidah Al Imām finally couldn’t stand it anymore Al Zāhidah Al Imām was pulling my hair and almost begging,
“Please Durgesh…let me come…make your Al Zāhidah Al Imām come…”
Finally I took her clit and ran my Uncut Hindu Cock around it without stopping.
It was an exquisite first surge, almost painful, and then blessed release.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,
“You are so good for me, Durgesh…you know how to make your Al Zāhidah Al Imām happy.” Al Zāhidah Al Imām kissed the sweet lips that brought her so much pleasure.

We stayed friends with Mohan Dīxit and Åzrah Iqbāl but that was our only sexual encounter.
Fantasies were fine but we didn’t feel the need to act them out with others; we were enough for each other.
After all, I had Musalmān Beauties who wanted me to fuck them all the time and Al Zāhidah Al Imām had me who did what she needed.

In a month it will be ten years since I’ve been with Al Zāhidah Al Imām as Hindu man and Musalmān woman.
I’ve added ‘wife’ to her feelings.
Although we are not actually married, our commitment to each other is as real and strong as any marriage Al Zāhidah Al Imām have ever seen.
We’ve had infrequent fights like any other couple, but it’s been so good that sometimes it makes her afraid, particularly when the sex is especially good.

Last night was a good example.
We were going to see the Abba play and Al Zāhidah Al Imām was more dressed up than usual.
The dress made her look busty.
I came in to the room and said,
“Wow, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you look great.”
Al Zāhidah Al Imām had white thigh highs on.
I asked,
“Are you wearing the underwear that you usually wear with those stockings?”
Al Zāhidah Al Imām laughed and flashed me the thong part of the frilly white set.
I gave her a serious look and said,
“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I want to fuck you before we go.”

It still thrilled Al Zāhidah Al Imām to see my eager ever young ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock get hard for her and as Al Zāhidah Al Imām unbuttoned the dress.
Looking at the desire in my eyes all these years later, made Al Zāhidah Al Imām feel lucky.
I didn’t want to wait for her to fiddle with the ten buttons.
I pulled the dress up from the bottom.
Before Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew it, her panties were down and I was in her.

It was wonderful how well my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock had learned to make her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy respond but instead of enjoying it as Al Zāhidah Al Imām usually did, Al Zāhidah Al Imām got teary and scared.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām did what Al Zāhidah Al Imām do in her dumb Moments,
“What if…” What if Durgesh stops loving me, what if Durgesh stops wanting me? I’ve tried to stay in shape but I know Ii can’t look as good as I did ten years ago so what if Durgesh stops finding me attractive?

I knew something was wrong and when Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me, I put my arms outside of her and gathered her into me.
With small kisses all over her face, I kept pushing slowly in and out of Al Zāhidah Al Imām saying,
“You never have to worry, Al Zāhidah Al Imām; I’m going to love you forever. You’ll always be beautiful because Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I love you…all you ever have to do is love me back.”
I stroked her hair as my driving ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock filled Al Zāhidah Al Imām with pleasure.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām calmed and let my loving take her to the place where my love of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body filled her heart.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām surrendered to my hands, my fingers and my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.
Her sweet Durgesh rode up into her belly and reached the place that always made her cry out.
The long even Hindu strokes into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy elicited her soft moans.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām let the last hold she had on herself go as my mouth covered hers, and Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt every inch of my long ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock filling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
All of her said,
“Al Zāhidah Al Imām belongs to you, Durgesh, forever.”
Her body flushed under her clothes when Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt I started coming in her.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām pulled me too deep into herself.
A jolt set off her orgasm and it felt as if her cum was coating my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām entered the moment Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted to live in forever, never thinking once of the wrinkled dress she’d have to change.

Chapter 4

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. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


After the death sentence 2

After the death sentence

Durgesh

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Chapter 2

Durgesh Al Zāhidah Al Imām

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was resuscitated by a phone call.

It wasn’t to Al Zāhidah Al Imām or from Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was in the den and was about to call her sister Al Saħar Al Imām.

I was on the phone so much that Al Zāhidah Al Imām usually checked to see if it was free by pressing the speakerphone button; Al Zāhidah Al Imām got an earful.

I was talking to Al Kubrā Al Nasīr, a girl I was going to the prom with.

The first words Al Zāhidah Al Imām heard were

“…now put that wet finger on your slippery little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān button.”

What was Al Zāhidah Al Imām listening to?

It couldn’t be her ideal Durgesh whom Al Zāhidah Al Imām was sure was a sophisticated, the utmost seasoned man that Al Zāhidah Al Imām was still waiting to have the ‘sex talk’ with?

As I continued talking Al Zāhidah Al Imām realized Al Zāhidah Al Imām was a little too late.

He said,

“Make believe it’s my Uncut Hindu Cock making circles all around it…slowly…one way and then the other…is your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt  getting wet the way it does for me, little girl?”

The sound of her answer sent an electric spark through her belly.

“Oh yes Durgesh…my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy’s all wet for you…why aren’t you here with your big ardent Hindu thing…so Al Kubrā Al Nasīr can kiss you and you can touch me all over…?” Her hand went almost involuntarily between her legs.

“Tomorrow, little girl…Muħammad’s having a party…and you’re going to be there…upstairs…with your beautiful Musalmān legs spread…and then you’ll have it…deep in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy…”

As I described what I was going to do to my girlfriend, Al Zāhidah Al Imām put her hand in her panties and slid a finger over her moist Musalmān clit.

As the disturbing image of mine entering the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy of a woman who could only be her focused, Al Zāhidah Al Imām came with a shudder.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām pressed the speakerphone off and went blank until the cooling stickiness in her panties reminded Al Zāhidah Al Imām  of what had just happened.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt confused but with a sexual energy Al Zāhidah Al Imām hadn’t felt in years.

It felt so good to be turned on again even if it was Durgesh, the ever infamous Utmost Successful Hindu fucker of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties that had turned her on – then Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked in the mirror.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was appalled.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām determined to do something about what Al Zāhidah Al Imām saw.

It was four months of hell, four days a week in the gym after work.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām lost the extra pounds and found a not bad looking woman looking back at her who was ready to resume an intimate relationship. Throughout her ‘ordeal’, Durgesh was an inspiration.

One discouraging day I said,

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you’re doing great. I would love to have a girl who looks that hot; you look good enough to love.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was sure I didn’t mean it in a sexual way but still; I was too much of an inspiration.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was inspired by the phone call that still played in her head.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was inspired by the handsome strong body I had still maintained amazingly even at my sixty six.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was inspired by ashvinātam thoughts of mine doing to Al Zāhidah Al Imām what I said I would do to Al Kubrā Al Nasīr.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām had fought the thoughts for weeks and months: rationalizing why Al Zāhidah Al Imām had them, telling herself about their fantasticality and immorality.

After all, Durgesh wasn’t a Musalmān.

He was a Hindu and so many Musalmīn hated Durgesh.

Out of jealousy?

It was what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan claimed.

She claimed the Musalmīn that hated Durgesh were actually not Musalmīn.

They were Pseudo Musalmīn actually.

Most of the Musalmān Beauties believed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

The ‘Pseudo Musalmīn’ claimed it was due to Durgesh’s incredible unique sexual prowess.

Durgesh is crazy to fuck Musalmān Beauties.

The ever sex starved ever ravenous Musalmān Beauties love and worship Durgesh for it.

They are crazy to fuck Durgesh now more than even Durgesh is crazy to fuck them.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan heads such Musalmān Beauties, obsessed to have Durgesh’s ever dirty Uncut Hindu Cock inside their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunts.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām dismissed such fantasies time and again only to have them return…unbidden…urgent…searing her insides.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām sent them away with anger, frustration, and finally with masturbating fingers.

They returned to mock her when Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked at my ever handsome Hindu male face or when I hugged her hello.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām tried to talk to Saħar Al Imām but the words wouldn’t come out.

How does a woman say to her sister,

“I want to sleep with Durgesh, the ever infamous Utmost Successful Hindu fucker of us Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām started becoming someone Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t like; Al Zāhidah Al Imām listened in on my conversations.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām did something that still embarrassed her when Al Zāhidah Al Imām thought about it; Al Zāhidah Al Imām went into my bedroom in the middle of the night.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām planned to say Al Zāhidah Al Imām heard a noise or something like that if I awoke.

I was lying almost on my side.

It was a hot night and I was nude.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām saw what Al Zāhidah Al Imām went to see.

My long Uncut Hindu shaft lay flaccid on my thigh.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām stood for almost a half hour.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām watched in silent fascination as my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock almost fully hardened at one point.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām imagined it in her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt herself on the edge of doing the unthinkable.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām went back to her room and made herself come twice.

Even that night, in her cobwebbed denials, Al Zāhidah Al Imām never thought that Al Zāhidah Al Imām could ever let me put that ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock inside her, nor did Al Zāhidah Al Imām think she would want to.

After all, Al Zāhidah Al Imām was my daughter in law.
Of course, Afzal isn’t Durgesh’s real son.

Afzal’s Ammī started to live in relationship when Afzal’s real father, Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd, was sentenced to death for his so called inhumane activities of terrorism against everyone who wasn’t Musalmān.
Things began going crazy when I came home after prom night.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām asked me how it went and I said “Okay”.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām asked me why it wasn’t ‘great’ or ‘fabulous’.

I laughed and said.

“Those are the details you really don’t want to know, Al Zāhidah Al Imām.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was serious when Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me I could tell her anything and that Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted to know anything that affected me.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew I’d fucked almost entire Musalmān Beauties present there, but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was still wide eyed when I told her.

“Well, it’s Al Kubrā Al Nasīr, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I sort of broke up with her tonight…it’s a sex thing, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, are you sure you want to hear this?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām put her hand over me and said,

“Sure, I do, but I’m surprised you broke up because she’s such a pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girl you have always preferred on other girls, and she has a wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body.”

“It’s okay…it’s not as nice as yours, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, and she really doesn’t want to use it. We’ve had…you know…intercourse a few times…but she never wants to do anything else…it makes no sense but she says the other stuff is only if we get ‘serious’ or engaged or something. Hey, I’m not ready for anything like that…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I mean I’m not getting married just to get…it doesn’t matter…it’s not like we were in love or anything.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re not rushing into anything…you’re still amazingly young and handsome and there are going to be a lot of Musalmān Beauties …I’m sure.”

My remark about her body sensitized Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

“I shouldn’t ask you this but I’m curious, have you already done all those ‘other things’ with other beautiful Musalmān girls?”

” They call me an Utmost seasoned man. Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you really are curious.” I took a deeper breath and said, “I’ve had oral sex a lot and it’s great but I’ve never preferred uh…anal…not that I would mind trying it but…”

I started to laugh.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām asked me why and I said,

“Well, Al Kubrā Al Nasīr said she would NEVER have anal with me because I’m…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I guess I’m pretty big…”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,

“A woman adjusts…most woman can…I’m sure you’re not that too big…”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked down and saw the outline of the bulge in my pants and put her hand on it…

Al Zāhidah Al Imām had put her hand on my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock!

Al Zāhidah Al Imām fogged over; Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t hear what I said.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām had crossed the line without even knowing Al Zāhidah Al Imām was approaching it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked up to see me with my eyes closed enjoying the rubbing Al Zāhidah Al Imām was giving me.

I got harder.

Was I enjoying it because it was Al Zāhidah Al Imām, or would any Hindu gets hard if any decent looking Musalmān woman rubbed his Uncut Hindu Cock, even if it was his Musalmān daughter in law?

The questions disappeared when my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock appeared.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām herself had unzipped my pants and taken it out.

It was swollen red with blood…it was rock hard…its size fascinated Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

I said,

“Suck it, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…please suck it. I need not your hand there now, your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth instead. Please!”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām hadn’t had the ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth for so long…

Al Zāhidah Al Imām had forgotten how much Al Zāhidah Al Imām liked it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām closed her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth over about a third of my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock, wrapped her beautiful Musalmān fingers over the still exposed Hindu shaft and slid her hand back and forth as Al Zāhidah Al Imām sucked my ever infamous, yet ever dreamed of by Musalmān Beauties, Uncut Hindu Cock.

The more Pseudo Musalmīn hated me for it out of jealousy, the more their beautiful Musalmān houseladies were obsessed to have my Uncut Hindu Cock inside their ever sex starved ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunts.

The swollen helmet felt velvety smooth in her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as my Ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock massaged it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām took more of the big ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock until it approached the back of her Musalmān throat.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt my hands on her head and in my excitement and experience I was directing Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām gently moved my hands to her aching Musalmān breasts.

Her husband, Muħammad Afzal, couldn’t face the humiliation that his real father was a terrorist and was waiting to be hanged till death.

He ran away leaving everything behind on Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s name.

The only condition he insisted on was that Al Zāhidah Al Imām would manage Durgesh to represent his father somehow anyway.

I massaged them over her blouse, as Al Zāhidah Al Imām tasted my Hindu pre-cum.

The flavor of sex made Al Zāhidah Al Imām hungry for more.

The thought of mine spewing ashvinātam cum into Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s mouth excited and alarmed me.

Before I exploded Al Zāhidah Al Imām actually thought of stopping…and…Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t even know what Al Zāhidah Al Imām was going to do or say but the sound of desire in my voice was mesmerizing and it made Al Zāhidah Al Imām wet.

I said,

“Oh, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…yes…suck my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock…suck it, suck it…it feels so good…don’t stop…please…my beautiful Al Zāhidah Al Imām…”

My first release caught Al Zāhidah Al Imām by surprise.

It was so hard Al Zāhidah Al Imām pulled back and the next two jets caught her on the cheek and chin.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām returned my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock to her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and swallowed the last of my fragrant Hindu cum that presaged her panic.

“What have I done?” Al Zāhidah Al Imām thought, “Is Durgesh going to hate me for the rest of my life? How could I have sucked Durgesh’s ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock?”

“OH, Al Zāhidah Al Imām”, I said, “That was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to us, Al Zāhidah Al Imām,”

I kissed away her trembling and I kissed away her silent tears but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was overwhelmed.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām ran to her room and locked the door.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was mortified.

Durgesh requested her to open the door and talk to me but Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t.

She was so ashamed of herself.

Moreover, she was immensely furious to her runaway husband, Muħammad Afzal.

How the hell could she manage Durgesh to represent his terrorist father in law?

Did Muħammad Afzal want his wife, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, to sleep with Durgesh for it even, if necessary?

After a long time Al Zāhidah Al Imām said,

“I’m okay Durgesh, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t okay, neither through that sleepless night nor for weeks afterwards.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām apologized to me and told me she’d been drinking and depressed even though the truth was that Al Zāhidah Al Imām just wanted to sleep with me; no…Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted me to fuck her…but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was determined that she shouldn’t let me ever.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām requested me to forgive her and forget that it happened.

What a stupid thing to say.

‘Forget that Al Zāhidah Al Imām took your ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and sucked you until you came.’

Needless to say, neither of us could forget what happened.

The more we didn’t talk about it, the larger it loomed whenever we were together.

Finally one night, in the middle of a sentence, I began kissing Al Zāhidah Al Imām passionately.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted nothing more than for me to take her, have her, be in her; but Al Zāhidah Al Imām reluctantly pushed me off and said,

“Sweetheart…love…we can’t…it’s ashvinātam, absolutely prohibited in Islam. Oh Durgesh…Al Zāhidah Al Imām put these crazy ideas in your head with her selfish…”

I stopped her.

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, do you think I never thought about you? Don’t you know, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I was always turned on by you?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was surprised.

“But I was horrible to look at and…”

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you were never horrible. You were always beautiful to me. Let me show you something.”

I went to my room and returned a Moment later with some photographs in my hand.

They were old ones that her husband had taken when they were first married.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked at herself in ‘pin-up’ poses wearing a bikini.

“Where did you get those…that was so long ago I don’t even remember taking them?”

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I found them in a stack of pictures five years ago, Al Zāhidah Al Imām. Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you’ve been turning me on for a long time. Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I look at these pictures all the time…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I still…believe me, you didn’t start me thinking about having sex with you…Al Zāhidah Al Imām I…”

I came closer to kiss her, to touch her, to love her.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt like saying,

“Yes Durgesh, put your ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in my enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth again, put your ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock wherever you want to fuck me…”

Instead, Al Zāhidah Al Imām stopped me by saying,

“Allah Allah! Oh God, Durgesh, please don’t…please don’t make it that much harder. We can’t…we just can’t…Al Zāhidah Al Imām can’t do it to you.”

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām” I said, “You’re not doing anything to me…It’s what Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I want…isn’t it what you want yourself too, Al Zāhidah Al Imām?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām hesitated for a second.

I reached for her saying…

‘Let me love you Al Zāhidah Al Imām…just let me…”

“Please Durgesh, no…Al Zāhidah Al Imām can’t even talk about it anymore…we’re not going to become…honey please understand…please don’t break my heart. Right now Al Zāhidah Al Imām wants you so much Al Zāhidah Al Imām doesn’t know if Al Zāhidah Al Imām can stop you. My husband has runaway. I need sex very much. But…from you? Never. Never. I’m sorry.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām started to cry.

“Oh, Durgesh, it hurts me…please don’t hate me.”

I relented,

“Okay, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I won’t force you…how can I stop loving you however, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…but can I at least hold you?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām came to my arms and her breasts pushed into my chest.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

It was a torture until I let her go.

That night, Al Zāhidah Al Imām touched herself until Al Zāhidah Al Imām was exhausted.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t satisfy herself.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was only feeding her hunger.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām became lovesick.

It sounded romantic; it wasn’t.

There was nothing poetic about it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām actually became physically ill because of the stress and the unrelenting desire to have my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her now immensely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām ended up in bed for ten days with a weakened immune system.

The doctor said something about ‘fatigue syndrome’ but Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew better.

I was so good to Al Zāhidah Al Imām during that time Al Zāhidah Al Imām got teary thinking about it.

I took care of her,

I looked after her, and I was always there.

We spent so many hours talking about everything.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām never felt as loved in her life as Al Zāhidah Al Imām did when I sat on her bed and cradled her in my arms with soft kisses on her forehead.

With my help Al Zāhidah Al Imām climbed out of the pit of despair Al Zāhidah Al Imām had dug for herself.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām finally talked to Saħar Al Imām.

After about twenty ‘you what?’ she settled down enough to help me struggle toward an acceptance of her situation.

It was enough just to hear a bit of assurance that Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t terrible and that the rest of her life might not have to be a horror.

She told her Al Zāhidah Al Imām could have all the feelings but waiting until she was older would be the responsible and right thing to do.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām settled in her mind that she would not have me sexually before she was ready emotionally too for it.

Of course Al Zāhidah Al Imām realized that there was no magic number that makes a person ready for mature decisions but it was reasonable for lots of reasons.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām spoke to me that night.

I tried every way I knew to convince her otherwise, but Al Zāhidah Al Imām stood fast.

The things I said were things Al Zāhidah Al Imām had heard when Al Zāhidah Al Imām was a young girl and they would have been funny if Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t want it as much as I did.

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, let me be in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy just once; Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I promise I won’t come.”

The thought of my full Hindu manhood spreading her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and pushing up into her belly made Al Zāhidah Al Imām wet but after three hours of sweat and tears she came around, and so did I.

Chapter 3

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam