Ved Nagar: 23
Posted: October 24, 2012 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, etheric bodies, etheric body, Feminism, humanoid robot, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex 2 CommentsVolume 2
Chapter 23
Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd
Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus
The Conservator
I looked at my watch.
“Let’s discuss it afterward. First, let’s go to the bank and cash this check. Are you known there at the bank?”
“Sure, I’ve always done my uncle’s banking business.”
“He has sufficient balance there to honor this check in his commercial checking account?”
“Of course, there was around a hundred million dollars in it when I left. I keep his books and make out his checks.”
“I see, not Al Kubrah Al Qāsim? Not Al Zakāt Al Qāsim even?”
“No, they have their own business establishments to take care of.”
“Yet, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim himself signs his checks after you make them?”
“That’s right.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd cooed, “He wanted me to sign the checks up to one million dollars at least. I requested him to let me more understand the business before I have such financial rights.”
“What do you want done with this money, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd? You can’t go around carrying a sum like that.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd smiled impishly now.
“Doesn’t the letter itself say you are to take charge of it and fix it in such a way that I can have it but nobody else could find it?”
I smiled.
“That’s right. But, you’ve some cash with you?”
“Actually I don’t. Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim saw that I had traveler’s checks when I started my trip. But everything was a lot more expensive than we had expected. I cashed my last traveler’s check in Mumbai. I had just enough money left for taxi fare here. I’ll have to take taxi fare home out of the money we get on this check.”
“Careless idiot.”
“Hey, what do you mean?”
“You asked me are you accepted as my new live in relationship partner. Didn’t you?” I smiled.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd suddenly got the meaning.
She shouted in sheer unanticipated pleasant surprise.
“Meaning we are live in relationship partner now?”
“If you are such an idiot that you prefer an old man of more than double your age on some quite young prince charming of your own age group.” I smiled again.
She plunged at me.
“You mean inexperienced morons? Never. I want the experienced mastermind to take care of my financial affairs, my life, every damn thing related to me and me too.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd put her young beautiful arms around my neck, “and if you call me an idiot for it, I damn care. To hell with everything else if I have the great Durgesh as my live in relationship partner.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd kissed me passionately on my lips.*
She didn’t leave me despite my insistently telling her,
“We can do it whole life, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. The encashment of the check is more important now.”
“You are an old man of sixty three if what you claim is true and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is wrong. But I am not old.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd undressed me fully then and there.
She kissed my rock hard Uncut Hindu Penis, licked it and then sucked.
“Idiot,” I said, “the encashment of the check is more important, I say. They can try to stop the payment of the check. All the precautions taken by Al Muħammad Al Qāsim can be checkmated by Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.”
“Fuck Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock madly, “She was always after money. I was always after your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. Understand?”
“You are a moron.”
“To hell if I am really moron even. It doesn’t make any difference now. I have the Everbest Mastermind as my live in relationship partner.”
After sucking me to her heart’s content in 69 position, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd mounted my Uncut Hindu Lund, straddled me, positioned my Uncut Hindu Lund between her till virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān labial lips, and started to fuck me endlessly.
She didn’t even let me to act on my accord.
So ravenous Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was for me, for my Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot that I could succeed to take her to the bank only after one complete month, not before it.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd fucked me in every position she could think of.
“I want your Hindu semen running through my veins instead of my blood.” she winked at me, fucking me ravenously.*
We went down in the elevator, walked to the bank a block.
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim keeps a large amount in liquid money?” I asked still fucking her.
The only difference was that now she was my mare, my burrāq and now I was mounting Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd instead otherwise.
“Uncle likes to have cash on hand that he can use whenever he wants to for quick investments without bothering to sale stocks or bonds. He keeps unusually large amounts of cash, yes.” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim was very happy that now I was fucking her openly.
“You know the girls at the teller window?” I asked her when we reached the bank.
“Oh, yes,” she said, “not all of them, but still several of them. There are Nigār Ħabīb and Arjun Dhanurdhar fucking having a short line in front of their window.”
We took our place in the line.
I was still fucking her from her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān behind.
The line thinned out at the window.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd endorsed the check and pushed it through the wicket.
“Hey, hello Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.” Arjun Dhanurdhar laughed, “Congratulations that ultimately you succeeded in winning our Mayor’s great unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Thank you.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd cooed politely.
“A deposit?” Nigār Ħabīb asked smiling, “Congratulations.”
“Thank you. Not a deposit. I am cashing a check actually.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd smiled.
“All right,” Nigār Ħabīb opened a drawer, “how do you want it? You−” she looked at the check, paused in stiff arrested motion, said, “Excuse me for a moment, please.”
She handed the check to Arjun Dhanurdhar.
Arjun Dhanurdhar saw the check.
He smiled at me.
“Sir, I am sorry. I appreciate you are with her. But as it happens, there isn’t any money to cover this check.”*
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was startled.
“What? There isn’t any money to cover this check?”
“That’s right. There isn’t any money to cover this check.”
I grabbed her waist and pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to my balls entirely.
“Take it easy. I anticipated it. That’s why I was trying to convince you. But you were so ravenous then that you didn’t hear me even a bit.”
“Okay, okay, you were right.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd pushed her buttocks even more into my lap, causing my Uncut Hindu Lund penetrate her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot even more and more, “Now, what?”
I started playing with her boobs fucking her passionately once more.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said incredulously.
“When I left, there was more than one hundred million dollars in the account.”
“The account has been cleaned out by a court order.” Nigār Ħabīb informed, swallowing Arjun Dhanurdhar’s Uncut Hindu Prick into her ardent Musalmān Cunt, “It’s been transferred to a conservator. I think you must better see your uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. Maybe Mayor Sir can explain to you what has happened.”
“What’s the exact status of the account?” I asked Nigār Ħabīb.
“Sir, a court order was there appointing a conservator.” Nigār Ħabīb said, pushing her nude glorious ardent Musalmān buttocks into Arjun Dhanurdhar’s nude Hindu male lap, “The conservator asked for the balance in the account and wrote a check for the exact amount, transferring funds to an account in the name of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus as conservator.”*
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was dumbfounded.
“What? Al Safiyah Al Ghaus as conservator, not Al Nadīm Al Quddūs?”
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs?” Nigār Ħabīb raised her eyebrows, “Who is Al Nadīm Al Quddūs?”
“He is my Abbū.”
“I see.”
“He is the elder brother of my uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
“Oh,”
“He deserved more to be a conservator if it was necessary. How the hell his ever cunning wife was appointed a conservator instead?”
“I don’t know. Neither was it any of the bank’s concern. You must go through the court proceedings for it.” Nigār Ħabīb said politely.
“When did all this happen?” I asked.
“Day before yesterday, sir.”
“Okay. I think I see.”
Both Nigār Ħabīb’s and Arjun Dhanurdhar’s eyes were sympathetic as Nigār Ħabīb handed the check back to Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
“I’m sorry,” Nigār Ħabīb said, and then added, “but that’s rather an unusual check.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd watched Nigār Ħabīb.
“I know it is. Yet, that’s the way Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim wanted it.”
“Well,” Arjun Dhanurdhar said politely, yet definitely, “you’d better have a talk with him. If you don’t mind, you should have a talk with this Al Safiyah Al Ghaus too. Do you know her?”
“Sure,” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd cooed, “the great lady caused the divorce of my Ammī, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd. She snatched away my Abbū, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, from my Ammī, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd. Then she deliberately disinherited me from my own real Abbū’s property. And now she is after disinheriting me from my uncle’s property as well.”
Nigār Ħabīb was surprised.
“And you let her do all these things to you?”
“I was a damn fool then, Nigār Ħabīb. I should have raped Durgesh already.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said furiously.
Nigār Ħabīb flashed a sharp glance at me.
Then she turned back to Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
“That’s right. We Musalmān Beauties should understand who loves us actually and who doesn’t. I am sure now you are in right hands ultimately.”
“Ultimately.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd repeated bitterly.
“You have been away?”
“Yes, I was deliberately sent on a vacation nearly three months ago.”
“Apparently a good deal has happened while you’ve gone.”
“Quite a good deal, Nigār Ħabīb. Thanks for taking this much interest in me.”
“You are most welcome, ma’am. Never you need to mention it even. It’s our pleasure.”
We returned from the bank.
“Give me that damn check, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. And give me that letter too. Now, let’s go to your Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s house. If possible, let’s talk with your uncle.”
“If possible? What do you mean?”*
I looked at her.
“Were you born yesterday? Can’t you understand what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is after? A conservator isn’t appointed by a court until and unless a person isn’t incompetent. Do you understand?”
“Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is thoroughly competent.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said furiously.
“But he could be framed.”
“Allah,” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was horrified.
“He may have had a stroke or something. A person at that age is getting to a point where those things do happen if he/she isn’t extraordinarily careful. It’s quite obvious that there’s been a very drastic change in the situation while you were gone. It’s also quite possible that for some reason, this or that, it doesn’t count, you may not see your uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd’s eyes were dark with alarm.
“You think Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has−?”
“I don’t know. Your uncle was all right when he wrote that letter, but evidently, something has happened after that. Perhaps he isn’t getting well with his Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.”
“Isn’t getting well with his Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus?” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd shouted desperately, “Who the hell she is? It’s his house. It’s his property. If he isn’t getting well with that bitch, why the hell he couldn’t get rid of her? He didn’t want them to come and see him in the first place.”
“Alright, let’s go.”*
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd managed to smile at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus too smiled at Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
“Oh, hello Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. Congratulations that you’ve managed to get Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund into your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”
“Thank you.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd cooed.
“Did you have a good trip?”
“Oh, sure. What happened? Where’s Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus watched Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd cunningly as if she was trying to determine whether Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was really that chicken.
Whether Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd really didn’t understand what she was up against?
“Your Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had to be taken away.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus cooed ultimately.
“Taken away?” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd registered her surprise, “Where? Why the hell?”
“He’s in a home where he’ll be given the best of care.”
“Where?” I interfered.
“Oh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus cooed once again, “Let me talk with my daughter. Will you please?”
“I’m not your daughter.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said curtly, “I’d rather prefer to die if I have to be your daughter. Where is my uncle? I ask you again.”
“Don’t worry. He is better. We suppose you, of course, will want to move out just as soon as you can get your things together.”*
The smile on the beautiful lips of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was a cold and frosty smile.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd watched her in consternation.
It was a new thing for Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus too had won my prize Uncut Hindu Lund for her ever cunning ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot in this three month period.
Nigār Ħabīb was right.
A great many things had happened that had changed the situation drastically in the three months she was deliberately sent away.
If Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim hadn’t anticipated it, if he hadn’t consulted Durgesh already, if they were not working already on the plan Durgesh proposed, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, the bitch, had made them beggars now successfully.
How necessary it was for a Musalmān Beauty to have Durgesh on her side.
As far as Durgesh is fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, the bitch, too, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd suspected it was not myself.
It must have been a robot.
A humanoid robot exactly identical to me.
Ved Nagar was a Dream City.
It was already in Robot–Space-and-Etheric Bodies era, despite the rest of the globe still didn’t want to enter in the same.
“We’ve locked up your bedroom so that your things will be safe, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus pushed her nude glorious Musalmān buttocks into my nude Hindu male lap, swallowing my entire rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever cunning ever smart Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“That’s very kind of you.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd cooed, “I’m glad however that you have ultimately successfully cuckolded my ever foolish Abbū, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. He deserved it.”
“Thank you.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus cooed, too, “It wasn’t too difficult. You see, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was already running a movement Cuckold Your Musalmān husband. I had only to join it.”
“How do you feel that a humanoid robot is making love to you?”
“I can’t tell you. I never experienced that. How do you feel yourself? I think it’s better than a vibrator at least.”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd laughed.
“It’s Durgesh himself making love to me, my dear stepmother. You check for yourself. The humanoid robots available in Ved Nagar have sometimes poor Hindu semen in their humanoid feigned Hindu balls.”
“Oh, don’t worry.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus cooed pleasantly, “Perhaps you are forgetting that I am a qualified MD medical specialist myself. I’ve checked the semen I allowed. It’s Durgesh’s Hindu semen no doubt. I think I’m pregnant moreover with Durgesh’s ever successful Hindu semen in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb.”
“Congratulations. Please congratulate my ever-foolish Abbū, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, too. He deserved it more than anyone else does. He couldn’t appreciate my Ammī, Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd’s exclusive love for him. The moron.”
“When do you want to remove your things?”
“Never, my dear stepmother, never.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd watched Al Safiyah Al Ghaus cunningly, “You have successfully disinherited me from my own real Abbū, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s property because I was a damn fool then. Now, I am wiser. Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund’s injections in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, for more than one month nonstop, have cured my immense stupidity now for once and all.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thank you. This is my home. It’s been my home ever since you were not even allowed here, neither your hen pecked cuckolded foolish husband, my Abbū, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. I’m certainly not going to move out. I am going to see Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and find out what this is all about.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
It was still a very pleasant sweetest melodic laugh however.
“Young lady, we’d like to have you out by tomorrow night. I’ve ordered my slave Al Nadīm Al Quddūs to figure on renting the house furnished. It will bring in a very tidy sum. You are not going to stay here anymore. You’ve sponged off your uncle long enough.”
“Sponged off?” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd laughed melodically too, “What do you mean my ever bitch stepmother? I’ve been taking care of him that even his own children didn’t do. Their own damn businesses were more important to them, instead of their ever providing Abbū. Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was even furious to disinherit all of them, but I convinced him not to do it. That’s his billions are still intact. Otherwise, there was nothing for you even. Why, you, yourself, told me that I had been working too hard and I needed to take a three months’ vacation.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus pushed her immensely beautiful gorgeous glorious buttocks into my nude Hindu male lap once more.
I had pulled out my Uncut Hindu Prick from her Musalmān Cunt until only its head was inside.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus swallowed my entire rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot once more.
Her corpulent, obese, fat, fleshy, rotund, plump, Musalmān buttocks again vanished into my nude Hindu male lap.
She squeezed her vaginal muscles around my Uncut Hindu Lund strongly.
I felt immense sexual bliss pervading my entire Hindu male body through my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“I’ve found a lot of things about you since you left, young lady,” she said bitterly to Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, “I have been appointed conservator of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s property and I certainly intend to conserve the property. I intend to keep it from being wasted and dissipated, or given to shrewd and designing persons. I have more than enough evidence now, young lady, that you were intending to play on Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my younger brother in law, for a good thing and get all of his money even disinheriting all of his own children. Shame on you. You are too greedy even to wait for Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s death. Instead, you have been milking my younger brother in law right along.”
Ved Nagar: 22
Posted: October 16, 2012 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Islam Al Wahāb, Al Jamīlah Al Sultānova, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, Al Quddūs Al Åālam, Al Qāsim Al Åbdullah, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Brahmdév Sharmā, Brahmdev, Durgesh, Feminism, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Kħadeejah Muħammad, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Mustafa Kamāl Atāturk, Muħammad bin Qāsim, Muħammad Ůsmān, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Nāzimah Yåqūb, Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Pratāp Bachhalyā, Saiyadā Fātimah PhD, Shankar Mahāpralayankar, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Vikram Bachhalyā 3 CommentsVolume 2
Chapter 22
Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs
It was almost five minutes before Al Kubrah Al Qāsim returned.
Her manner was apologetic.
“Now,” she said, “there are complications.”
“What?”
“Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, was delayed in town. He’s on his way out here now. I got Abbū on the phone and told him I’d leave the papers. Unfortunately, Abbū says I’ll have to wait for Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. He…”
She couldn’t even finish her sentence.
A car was coming there.
“Here he comes.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “That’s my Chachājān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s car.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs stopped his car and jumped out.
“Well, well, well,” he smiled at both of us, especially at Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, “you are already here? But still you are late.”
“Late?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at him surprised.
“Sure, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has gone already.”
“Gone already?”
“Certainly.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs confirmed what he had said, “The conference started on even before the pre scheduled time. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim phoned Bahū Begum,Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, and my wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, about eight saying he would be home around eleven or eleven thirty. Then he left us about nine o’clock stating that he was driving back to his home at Ved Nagar. He wanted to be home by eleven.”
“You didn’t go with him?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim asked.
“No, he wanted us to discuss some business matters more. He wanted us to reach a consensus in them. He instructed me especially to see to it. After he left, I paced the floor idly for a couple of turns and wound up standing at the window looking down on the street.”
“Standing at the window? Looking down on the street, Chachājān?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said puzzled somewhat.
What a tragedy.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs hated his own daughter, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, and loved Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, his younger brother’s, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was the shrewdest of all the sisters and cousins.
Even Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was impressed very much by Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s tremendous success with Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Al Nadīm Al Quddūs too.
Both of them loved Al Kubrah Al Qāsim wildly.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim could never understand how Al Kubrah Al Qāsim managed it.
We were now walking to the elevator.
“Sure,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said responding to his niece, “I even saw Al Muħammad Al Qāsim cross to the curb, stand a moment, and then walk diagonally across the street. He crossed the other sidewalk on a diagonal to the corner, and then walked around the corner. After that, I was unable to see your Abbū, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim. The building on the opposite corner obstructed his further view.”
We had dressed again before Al Nadīm Al Quddūs reached us.
He wasn’t quite used to the Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog atmosphere of Ved Nagar still now.
He still felt awkward to it.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim insisted to keep fucking me, but I admonished her deliberately.
“Oh,” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “you left the window, I think.”
“No, that’s the interesting incidence I wanted to tell both of you. I continued to stand at the window thinking of our industrial problems, inadvertently.”
“Oh, and what’s interesting in it?”
“Within a matter of seconds after my younger brother, your Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, had started across the street, I saw the shadow of an extremely beautiful woman.”
“Shadow?”
“That’s right.”
“You saw the shadow of her, not herself?”
“Herself afterward, at first I saw her shadow only.”
“I see. Anything particular, if you noticed?”
“It was a very shapely shadow. I mean to say the shadow itself intrigued, fascinated, charmed, captivated me because it appeared to be cast by a young woman who was…well, shapely.”
We had come to the elevator.*
The elevator arrived.
We stepped inside.
To Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s immense surprise, both his ever-cunning wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, and his Bahū Begum, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, were already in the elevator.
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Bahū Begum, you are late.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was surprised pleasantly, “Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had told you…”
“Nothing.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm said curtly.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs felt hurt.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm never respected her relationship with him.
She still believed Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was after her own trillions as well as after the billions of his younger brother and her husband, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
He opened his mouth to protest, but Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had already dismissed him.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs controlled himself patiently.
What the use after all?
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was so greedy openly that Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t make anyone believe he wasn’t greedy at all.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s mind was racing.
If Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, her Abbū, really succeeded in his planning, what would happen?
Could she work out the things with Durgesh?
Would her other family members be prepared to listen to her?
Maybe…After all, she was an Al Qāsim.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, her Abbū, had himself chosen her his would be successor.
She had to solve the present dilemma.
Her other sisters didn’t have the proper guts.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was a clandestine gay.
He was unable to run, Al Qāsim Group of Companies.
He couldn’t run a single company, Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company even.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand had already taken charge.
In seven years, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had achieved so very much.
It had not been easy.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was a great help.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand also wanted to see her in charge of Al Qāsim Group of Companies.
He advised her to even to rape Durgesh, if the Hindu moralist didn’t buzz.
Only Durgesh could fulfil her dreams, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim frowned even more deeply.
Fuck Durgesh.
He is now hers already.
He isn’t any problem.
He is obsessed to fuck Musalmān Beauties.
Any Musalmān Beauty can have Durgesh if she really surrendered to him.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was in control now.
Moreover, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim planned to stay in control.
Everyone in Al Qāsim family has to accept that fact.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus watched Al Kubrah Al Qāsim profoundly.
Yet neither of them made any eye contact with her.
Eye contact was always a mistake.
It led to mundane conversations like ‘Isn’t it hot today’ or ‘Nice weather we are having’.
Elevator conversations were a total waste of time.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim took no further notice of them either.
She was thinking of the problems that lay ahead.
Suddenly, the elevator ground to a stop mid-floors, and the lights went out, plunging all of us into inky blackness.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus exclaimed.
“Allah, what the hell happened?”
“Generator gone out, I think.”
“But the lights on again.”
“Emergency lights, stupid.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“I am not stupid, neither my niece Al Kubrah Al Qāsim is. We both are black belt karate champions. She deliberately brought you here. Now, decide yourself who is stupid.”
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus,” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs admonished his wife, “are you crazy? If Durgesh has come here, it’s never because Al Kubrah Al Qāsim brought him here. He came here on his own volition.”*
Al Islam Al Wahāb looked at Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic.
She remembered her days when Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic wasn’t Al Qāsim Al Åbdullah.
Her Bahū Begum, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, said Al Islam Al Wahāb had done a great wrong to them by insisting that Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic should be converted to Islam before Al Islam Al Wahāb and Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic marry.
“Al Nāsirah Al Karīm is right.” Al Islam Al Wahāb’s second Bahū Begum, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus also said, “India is Hindu dominant country.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb watched both of her Bahū Begums bitterly.
“Brahmdutt was already married to the Hollywood heroine Della Kennedy. He couldn’t divorce her. She was heroine in several movies produced and directed by him.”
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs Bhāījān and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim both are from Brahmdutt Abbū?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus asked her mother in law.
“Of course, any objection?” Al Islam Al Wahāb said curtly.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm nodded.
“Ammī, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus thinks Al Nadīm Al Quddūs must return to his original religion.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb shouted.
“What?”
“Brahmdév Sharmā uncle and Nāzimah Yåqūb auntie invited us yesterday in a party.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said in her sweetest manner.
Al Islam Al Wahāb was immediately all alert.
She never found her Bahū Begum, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, using her sweetest manner until and unless the subject under discussion did not relate to exorbitant money.
Al Quddūs Al Åālam, her first husband, was a millionaire himself.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was not Al Quddūs Al Åālam’s son exactly.
She was in his nikāħ, but Al Islam Al Wahāb had her extramarital affair with Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic even then.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was its natural result.
Al Quddūs Al Åālam knew it very well.
Even then, he acted immensely liberal to the entire situation.
“I know I’m dying, Al Islam Al Wahāb.” he said, “All my thirteen daughters from my previously divorced three wives, and the husbands of my daughters, have proved immensely incapable to run my business. I know, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs isn’t my son. Yet, he has given me more love, respect and loyalty than my own daughters gave me ever. You have been lenient enough till now not to tell Al Nadīm Al Quddūs he isn’t my son.”
“I’m sorry, Al Quddūs Al Åālam,” Al Islam Al Wahāb said patiently, “Brahmdutt couldn’t control himself and I couldn’t stop him. He just assaulted me, invaded me, in passion. Due to your long illness we hadn’t have sex for a long time. I surrendered to him in that wild animal moment.”
“It’s alright. It doesn’t make any difference now. I want to give my estate to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. Would you and Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic be kind enough not to tell him he isn’t my son actually, till I die?”
Before Al Islam Al Wahāb could answer, Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic held Al Quddūs Al Åālam’s hand.
“Don’t worry. He was your son, and he’d remain so till you live.”
Al Islam Al Wahāb looked at Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic.
“Brahmdutt,”
“It’s alright.” Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic circled her waist in his left arm, “He is dying. We can have more sons. He can’t.”
Al Quddūs Al Åālam suddenly found his eyes filled with tears of immense gratitude.
“Thank you very much, my friend. You’ve made my death easier now.”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan listened to Al Jamīlah Al Sultānova.
The Russian Musalmān Beauty had attracted her attention very much.
She looked at Kħadījah Muħammad.
“Well,” Kħadījah Muħammad said, “you understand ultramodern young Musalmān ladies more, Naåīmah. Durgesh, and I are somewhat older now in comparison to you. If not in our physical bodies, in our understanding of the ultramodern youth at least.”
“Nonsense, Bājī, I couldn’t have done anything at all if you and Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī hadn’t supported me blindly and compelled Durgesh to do what I wanted him to do.”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“That’s all right. That’s all right. But you are forgetting you were doing what we ourselves wanted to, yet couldn’t.”
“Why?”
“Because we hadn’t any Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad to support us. We hadn’t any Imām Muħammad Ħasan who had dreamed of to be Mustafā Kamāl Atāturk of entire Pseudo Islamic countries.”*
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm watched me, scrutinizing me thoughtfully.
She didn’t pay any attention to the fact that the elevator had stopped in the midway.
Her husband Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was planning something to get rid of his ever-greedy relatives, she knew.
He had consulted me in the matter.
I had already helped Al Muħammad Al Qāsim in the matters pertaining to his nudist feminist Musalmān Houseladies, successfully.
I had helped Al Nāsirah Al Karīm too in the matters pertaining to her problem child, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim too.
She could never forget how I convinced Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim if she couldn’t live in relationship with me, she marry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.
“Fuck her yourself.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had said to me.’
“What?” I could not believe a mother could request me to fuck her daughter.
“If you don’t fuck Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, she’d fuck Shankar Mahāpralayankar herself.”
“Oh,”
“I don’t want her to have any relationship with Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Shankar Mahāpralayankar is an Underworld Don.”
“Well?” I smiled.
“Shankar Mahāpralayankar isn’t a problem to you because you can handle him successfully through several persons and means he cares for even more than his own life and the Organized Crime Empire he has established with the help of criminal politicians and industrialists all over the globe. I don’t want anything of him. Muħammad Ůsmān, my younger brother, and Muħammad bin Qāsim, my son, are already his patrons. That’s itself more than enough I can bear and handle.”
“Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim loves Shankar Mahāpralayankar?”
“Yes.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm gritted her teeth, “I know Shankar Mahāpralayankar is the second choice of Musalmān Beauties nowadays, not the first one. You are the first choice they always dream of.”
“I see.”
“Thank you.”
“Tell me something more about your husband’s relatives,” I invited, “have you been fighting with them?”
“Not particularly. Pratāp Bachhalyā and Vikram Bachhalyā are not exactly my husband’s relatives only. They are my sons in law too. And actually I think they respect me more than they respect my husband even.”
“Because you are a trillionaire while your husband is only a billionaire?” I smiled.*
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled.
“Well, money plays an important role in gaining respect too. I think you understand that far better than even I do.”
I smiled too.
“May I ask what did an extremely beautiful lady, as beautiful and as intelligent as you are, find in Al Muħammad Al Qāsim to marry him?”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled significantly.
“Well, he is too a billionaire at least.”
“But you are a trillionaire. You could have…”
“I couldn’t compromise with my freedom to take decisions, in any matter whatsoever. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim promised he would never interfere.”
“Means he wanted your trillions more than he wanted you?”
“Why should I worry the hell about it? I myself wanted only a nominal husband to show to my acquaintances. Didn’t I?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm laughed, “In addition to that he was a billionaire himself too. It meant least demand of money from me than otherwise it would have been.”
I digested the information.
Now I understood why they both were not interested in each other mutually very much.
It wasn’t a marriage actually.
It was only a front they created to show their acquaintances.
Now I understood why Al Muħammad Al Qāsim didn’t object, even slightly, to my solution of his problems.*
I looked at Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
She was still looking at me every now and then somewhat stealthily.
“You have been away since, for several weeks?” I asked.
“Three months almost.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd tried to control herself.
Even then, she couldn’t hide her impishness emerging every now and then.
I smiled.
The ultramodern young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty was not as grave in her nature as she was trying frantically to display herself.
Yes, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was sophisticated, PhD, and she knew the world around her quite well.
Yet, she wasn’t a grave young Musalmān lady despite her desperate efforts to display herself so.
She was a naughty young Musalmān lady, by nature, bubbling with immense mischievous youth even at her twenty- ninth.
Every now and then, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was looking between my legs impishly.
It was more than obvious that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was very pleased to find that she was successful in causing me erection for her.
She was proud of herself that her immense Musalmān beauty was causing it.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd had deliberately gone to a beauty parlour before coming to me.
I was surprised that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd wasn’t in panic at all.
Neither she was worried to the extent she might have been under the similar circumstances some other normal Musalmān Beauty would have been.
Instead, she seemed to be quite confident and surprisingly in possession of her faculties.
I extended my hand.
“There was a check in the letter?”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd passed me a slip of paper.
“Here it is.” she said.
I looked at the check.
Suddenly I straightened.
Gravely I looked at the check again.
“Ten million dollars?” I inadvertently exclaimed.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd looked at me gravely.
“That’s what the check says.”
“For what?”
“I don’t know.”
“He doesn’t want you to have the money?”
“No, he wants you to take charge of the money for me.”
“You too want me to take charge of the money for you?”
“Why not? You claim to be sixty-three. I’m twenty-eight only. You have thirty five years more experiences of life and the world than I do.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said gravely, “They can snatch away the money from me in some way, either this or that, but not from you. My money is in safer hands for me.”
“Quite obviously, quite evidently, there’s something bothering Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
“What’s that?”
“Let’s find out.” I said.
“Am I accepted?”
“What?”
“To be your one more new live in relationship partner?” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd asked gravely.
I watched her.
There wasn’t any faintest trace of impishness now in her any manner whatsoever.
Chapter 23
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 21
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Chapter 21
Durgesh Al Ħamd Al Åbbās
Durgesh Al Kubrah Al Qāsim
Muħammad bin Qāsim
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled.
“Thank you. You won’t ever regret it. Moreover, it isn’t too far.”
“Even it is too far, it’s my pleasure. I love company of beautiful ladies.” I smiled gently.
She laughed.
“Thanks.”
“For what?”
“For calling me beautiful.”
“But that’s the truth.”
“Thanks once more.” Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled seductively.
‘Your Uncut Hindu Lund would be busier into my Musalmān Cunt beyond your imagination, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam.’ she murmured to herself.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Nothing. Sorry, I lost in thought to myself.”
I took another look at the beautiful face.
The Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was smiling.
It was extremely beautiful.
The teeth were white and regular.
There was just the hint of something about the lips, though they were crimson red and quivering seductively, yet indicated to be cunning somewhat.
The eyes were lovely and expressive.
There was a lean competence about her.
She was not known to me.
Yet, she wouldn’t have been in the parking lot unless she was connected with the company, and if she was connected with the executive branch of the company, she undoubtedly was all right.
Suddenly it flashed to me.
No, she wasn’t Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
She was Al Kubrah Al Qāsim actually.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s younger half sister.
They had different fathers.
But Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was so attached to Al Ħamd Al Åbbās that he had asked Al Kubrah Al Qāsim to take care of her personally.
I knew something more.
Even Al Kubrah Al Qāsim didn’t know that.
I smiled.
Why the hell Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was working, in her own Abbū’s company, using her younger half sister’s name?
Only to keep close clandestine watch on Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand?
Well, why it was not possible?
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was a shrewd successful businessperson after all.
He resented being misinformed.
He resented being dependent on others if he could avoid it somehow.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was more devoted to her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim than Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was.
Had Al Muħammad Al Qāsim instructed his most faithful daughter to keep watch on me too?
I was suddenly all-alert.
But not externally to alert Al Kubrah Al Qāsim too.
I kept her understanding that her real identity was still unknown to me.
I wanted to let her play the game she was so keenly playing.
Yet, one thing was still clear to me now.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim didn’t have faith in his other daughters as he had in Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
Did Al Zakāt Al Qāsim know it?
Was she at least aware of it, if she didn’t know it?
In addition, if she wasn’t even aware of it, did she suspect it at least?
What Muħammad bin Qāsim thought of it?*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Are you sure I’m not inconveniencing you?”
“I’m sure I am not impotent enough.”
“Allah, I never meant that.”
“Only an impotent can be inconvenienced with a dazzling Musalmān Beauty.”
“You are kidding me.”
“Never. But if you really like my kids…”
“Please!” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim raised her hands, “I surrender.”
“For my kids? Really?”
“Allah Allah!” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim blushed, “I can’t compete with you ever.”
“Please come on,” I said opening the door, “Roll up your window tight. It may rain more tonight. I think it’ll be clearing by midnight. I mean, according to the weather report at least. Here’s my Mercedes, right over here.”
I remembered now, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had been away on Ħaj.
She had returned recently only.
I held the door open for Al Kubrah Al Qāsim with deferential courtesy.
She leaned back against the soft cushions.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim appreciated the rich leather upholstery.
I jumped in the other side.
‘Allah,’ Al Kubrah Al Qāsim thought, ‘if the Hindu beast is really sixty three, as he claims, it’s a miracle he is behaving as if he is actually ever young.
Is ever youth possible?
How the hell the Hindu scoundrel is managing to keep his wonderful youth still at his sixty-three?
Is Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan right?
Is Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī right too?
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was telling his wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Durgesh is a Para Human.
He has evolved himself beyond even a Posthuman.
The motor was already running.
It purred into multi-cylindered response.
A current of warm air flowed reassuringly abut Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s chilled ankles.
Ved Nagar wasn’t in a cold country.
It was in India.
It covered old Jabalpur, Seoni, Nagpur, Narsinghpur, Balaghat, Chhindwara, etc.
The miracle was it covered some parts of old Mumbai and Karachi too.
How?
None could explain it.
Ved Nagar was a miracle the ultramodern science could produce.
Fabiayyi ālai Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?
Why not?
It explained the impasse.
The big Mercedes glided into motion so gently Al Kubrah Al Qāsim hardly realized it had started.
I drove out past the robot security guard at the entrance to the parking lot.
“Right or left?” I asked Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
“Left.” she said watching me triumphantly adroitly.
“That’s superb.” I laughed, “I myself had to go that way already. How far?”
“Not too far.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim laughed too, “Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company is a zillionaire group of Companies. But we are, even then, still poor as compared to HVSI Group of Business Enterprises, HVSI Group of Companies. Your creativity is still beyond imagination for the rest of the companies, including us.”
“You are being too polite. Thanks anyway for being so nice to a competitor.”
“It’s a pleasure to be in the company of the Supreme successful business tycoon of entire history of humankind. How can you manage it?”
“Our Board of Directors does it. You are crediting the wrong man.” I smiled politely.
“Your Board of Directors credits you and you credit your Board of Directors. Playing the mutual admiration game?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim laughed melodically.
I smiled.
“Isn’t it a nice game to play?”
“Well, I think that’s the mystery behind your incredulous success.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me dreamily.
She had come very close to me.
Our thighs touched each other’s.
I immediately stopped the Mercedes parking it at left.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim boldly sat down on my lap, rising from where she was, facing me.
“Any objection?” she looked into my eyes seductively.
“Am I a fool to object?” I winked at her, “You are most welcome.”
“I noticed your erection for me. I thought I too must thank you.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim put her extremely beautiful arms around my neck.
“My pleasure.” I said.
We kissed.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was kissing me wildly aggressively.
The kiss lasted longer than I anticipated.
Her heavy buttocks had filled my lap competently.
My erection was imprisoned now between them.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim deliberately squeezed my erection between her buttocks significantly.
I hugged her more snugly.
She started to undress me.
“Are you sure you want me here?” I looked into her eyes, “It’s road. We are beside it. The cars are passing every now and then.”
“Isn’t open sex, in public even, not prohibited in Ved Nagar, if it’s consensual, between adults?”
“You want to exhibit what we are doing?”
“Don’t you?”
“Only if you insist to.”
“I insist to. ‘Pardah nahīn jab koī Kħudā sé bandon sé pardah karnā kyā’?”
I looked into her eyes.
“Well, if you insist my dear, I haven’t another alternative except to surrender to you”
“Hey, I love your attitude. Now watch just what you get from me in reward.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim went wild.
Yet, she wasn’t wild enough to fuck me then and there.
She only sucked me there.
She was in 69 position.
We were both nude.
I kissed her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .
Then, surprisingly she controlled herself.
“Let’s go.” she said suddenly, “You asked me how far we’d have to go. I said, ‘not too far’. My speedometer clocks it at two miles. However, my car is not quite as late a model as this one. I simply can’t afford it.”
“You like my Mercedes?”
“Who is the damnfool that wouldn’t?”
“Do you?”
“Of course!”
“Do you love me?”
“Do you need any more proof?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim winked at me kissing the head of my Uncut Hindu Prick.
“Then I think you must remember this meeting forever.”
“Sure, this meeting has brought my dreams come true.”
I kissed Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s beautiful Musalmān Cunt.
“Take my Mercedes too as my gift to remember this meeting.”
“What?” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim jumped, “I can’t believe it.”
“It’s yours from this very instant. Now, ma’am, will you please be kind enough to leave me to my house, in your Mercedes, when we get done?”
“No,”
“What?”
“Idiot, you can’t return to your home tonight. We are on our Honeymoon for at least a complete month. You may call your staff afterwards for your own transportation.”*
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad left Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s office and stopped by the ladies’ room in the corridor.
There was a mirror.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad always watched her excellent exquisite figure immense proudly whenever she saw any mirror.
Allah, how beautiful she was.
Perhaps even more beautiful than even her role model Sidrah Aħmad was.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad worshipped every ground Sidrah Aħmad walked on.
What a woman.
What a dare devil woman.
Born and ever being an ardent Sunnī Musalmān Beauty, Sidrah Aħmad never allowed any Musalmān even to touch her romantically even, let him sexually being even beyond imagination.
She said, ‘No bloody Musalmān deserves any Musalmān Beauty ever. Every Musalmān Beauty deserves a Hindu man. Even a Traditional Hindu is better than any Musalmān whosoever the hell he is’.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad had gone even one step ahead more.
‘No Hindu deserves any platonic relationship with any Musalmān Beauty ever. The Hindus are made only to meet the sexual needs of entire Musalmān Beauties.’
She studied her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face in the mirror.
She was very happy with what she saw.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad was never tired or drawn.
She hated any dark circle under any female Musalmān eyes.
“Fuck a Hindu Shaktimān, and get rid of it.” Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad always said.
If a Musalmān Beauty refused ever, on whatsoever her ground may be, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad kidnapped her and compelled her to fuck a Hindu Shaktimān herself.
When the Musalmān Beauties compelled to fuck a Hindu Shaktimān in this way, tried to suicide ever, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad always kidnapped them again and compelled the Musalmān Beauties to live in relationship with a Hindu Shaktimān, whosoever he may be.
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad was powerful and she had vowed to be more and more powerful till she existed.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was her greatest fan.
He also believed in the values Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad had.
Yet, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad needed a vacation very much.
But she couldn’t even think of it, until the things were settled.
No, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad never needed any make up, no blusher, no lip-gloss, no eye shadow even.
She was naturally too beautiful to need them.
She appreciated her golden hair very much.
Even Durgesh has praised her golden hair.
“You are even richer than me, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad.” Durgesh used to say, “I don’t have my hair made of pure gold.”
None else had praised Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad better ever.
She was proud of Durgesh being her first man in her life.
Durgesh ‘inaugurated’ Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad.
She surrendered her cherry to Durgesh.
Even a complete month Honeymoon with Durgesh was there.
But Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad wasn’t a One Man Woman strictly.
She despised the male domination of women.
“Women are made several times more in number by Allah.” Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad used to say, “If Democracy is the chosen way of life by Allah for the humankind, the women must dominate the males, not otherwise ever.”*
Muħammad bin Qāsim loved Shankar Mahāpralayankar as Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s wife.
He used to put his head on Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s feet right exactly in sajdah.
“Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad doesn’t love you.” Muħammad bin Qāsim used to say, “But I do. I too have an exactly feminine body, lacking a cunt only.”
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad had laughed,
“The cunt is the only thing a male, as dominant as Durgesh and Shankar Mahāpralayankar are, love in a feminine body, imprudent.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled.
“Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad, you claim we Musalmīn are always backwards. The Hindus are always forwards. You Musalmān Beauties want to go ahead. That’s why you Musalmān Beauties fuck Hindus always, instead of us ever backward Musalmīn. Don’t you use to say it?”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim,” Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad patronized him; “You don’t belong even to that category, impotent.”
“I damn care to what category I belong. Don’t you say that?”
“Sure, and I even explain what I say. Hindus study not only Ved in their Stavans and Mandrs etcetera. They study their Divý Itihās, their Divine History too.”
“Everyone knows it.”
“What’s there in their Divý Itihās, Divine History?”
“Their dreams about their future history.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smirked, “The ever superstitious damnfool Hindus claim we Musalmīn are ever superstitious. Well, what they themselves are?”
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad smiled patiently and patronizingly.
“You may have some point there, but that’s not what I’m pointing at. The Hindus live in future. That’s why they are always progressive. We Musalmīn always talk of our past Islamic glory, Al Qur’an Al Kareem and Aħādīs-e-Muqaddasāt. We live in past. That’s why we are backwards.”
“You shameless Musalmān Beauties want to progress, therefore you pair yourselves with Hindus.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said sarcastically, “Okay. I’ve heard it so much that I hate you Musalmān Beauties too for it.”
“You are a blot on original Muħammad bin Qāsim. At his very seventeen he was a successful general of Banū Umayyah Caliphate established by Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu.”
“And you appreciate him because he fought in favour of the assassins of Ahl al Bayt?”*
Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad watched Muħammad bin Qāsim scornfully.
“So you think entire Ahl-e-Sunnat are wrong that they praise original Muħammad bin Qāsim?”
“Hahaha.”
“What do you mean?”
“The entire Ahl-e-Sunnat don’t praise original Muħammad bin Qāsim. Only the Musalmīn in India and Pakistan do that.”
“And how does it contradict my statement that you are a blot to the name of original Muħammad bin Qāsim? Your parents dreamt of you to be someone as original Muħammad bin Qāsim was. And what the hell are you doing? You are trying your best to be recognized as Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s duly authorized wife. Don’t you?”
“Nice attempt to remove me from the field, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smirked again.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was still playing with my Uncut Hindu Prick.
We had dressed although.
“Durgesh, I really wonder we have met and I’ve sucked you already.”
“Well, thank you. I just heard your motor grinding away and realized you were running your battery down. Well, you are extremely beautiful. I couldn’t resist to you.”
“Thank you. Actually, I suddenly remember that I’ve to deliver some papers to Muħammad bin Qāsim. I’d completely forgotten. I’m sorry. If you don’t mind and take me to him, I’ll be free for our one month Honeymoon after delivering those confounded papers.”
“Oh, it’s alright.” I smiled pulling her on my lap once more, “I can wait here in your Mercedes. It’s quite warm and comfortable here. I can turn on the video; get the latest news, music or anything else I’d like.”
“Thanks.”
“For what?”
“You didn’t even hesitate while taking the decision.”
“You are too beautiful to be hesitated.”
“Thank you.” She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis significantly, “I’m sorry if it is inconveniencing you more.”
“Not at all. You are compensating for it even more than optimum.”
The fact was I was wondering what Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was really after now.
She had undressed me fully.
We both were nude.
If she was only after sex with me, she could have it with me to her heart’s content.
Yet, she sucked me only and now she was trying to take me to Muħammad bin Qāsim.
Why?
I decided to keep playing her game and find out what Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was actually after.
“Well, don’t worry for that ever.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim smiled, “You’d get as much sex from me as you want.”
“How nice!” I kissed her.
“Thank you. We’ll come back to town as soon as the papers are delivered.”
“Back to town?” I let me register surprise, at least somewhat.
Yet, I was watchful enough Al Kubrah Al Qāsim shouldn’t notice it was deliberate.
“Is it too far?” I asked again.
“Not with your Mercedes.” she smiled promisingly, “We’ll get out of traffic and hit the freeway. Don’t worry I won’t kidnap you, because I think it isn’t needed.”
The plant was within a mile of freeway.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim requested me to turn on the freeway.
I drove for some fifteen minutes, then she asked me to turn off.
I purred along a paved road for four or five miles, then turned off on a dirt road.
It wound its way among hills.
We were now entirely out of traffic.
“How much farther is it?” I asked fucking Al Kubrah Al Qāsim vehemently.
We were once again nude.
Now, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim straddled me on my lap on the driving seat.
I knew she deliberately stopped me from fucking her previously, because she wanted to fuck me to make me not to object going on the dirt road even.
I deliberately didn’t let her guess that I had any suspicion whatsoever.
My voice was normal, not even a bit sharpened with suspicion.
“Only a little way,” she fucked me vehemently to keep me occupied in sex with her, the more the better, “we have, I mean Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company has, a little country place up here. Muħammad bin Qāsim and my Abbū’s associate is waiting for the papers there. Abbū told her I’d be out.”
“Oh,” I said and busied myself in enjoying her fucking me.
I knew of the existence of the country place.
The dirt road was winding and twisting, a barbed wire fence on each side.
There were ‘No Trespassing’ signs.
Then Al Kubrah Al Qāsim asked me to ease the Mercedes to stop in front of a locked gate.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim opened the gate.
We drove along a graveled driveway, passed a swimming pool, and finally stopped at a mansion.
It had a wide porch running around it, furnished with luxurious outdoor furniture.
“Allah,” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim said, “well, what do you know, the bitch doesn’t seem to be here.”
“Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!” I commented, “It’s certainly all dark and the gate was locked.”
“We keep the gate locked but she has a key. Muħammad bin Qāsim also has a key. However, the place is dark, all right. You please wait here if you don’t mind. I’ll run in and see if there’s a note or something. Allah, my gosh, Durgesh, I now certainly hate to have brought you all the way out here in case…but the woman must be here! She’s to meet me here and wait for the papers and Muħammad bin Qāsim. She’s staying here tonight and Abbū’s coming here for a conference.”
“Perhaps she went to sleep,” I smiled, “and forgot to turn on the lights.”
“I’m sorry. You please wait here, if you don’t mind. I’ll run in and see.”
I had left the motor idling.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim jumped out her side of the car and hurried to the mansion.
I saw lights come on, on the porch, then lights in the interior of the mansion.
I was wondering why the hell she deliberately didn’t take me with her.
Chapter 22
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā-11
Posted: October 10, 2012 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Creative adult sex in Hindi, Creative adult sex in Urdu, Durgesh, Feminism, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, Jabīn Kħān, Jannat-e- Firdaus, Kħālidah Kħān, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Muħammad Åbdullah, Muħammad bin Qāsim, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Naziya Khan, Shankar Mahāpralayankar, Shāhīn Kħān, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex 2 CommentsTujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā
Tujhé Chodā Mainé
Aur chodtā rahūn tujhé hai bas yehī duā
‘The fifteen days of intense sex, love and lust’
Chapter 11
Durgesh Jabīn Kħān
Durgesh Jannat-e- Firdaus
Main muskurā diyā.
Achchhī chāl thī.
Abhī tak jo kuchh ho rahā thā voh is wajah sé ho rahā thā ki wahān sirf hum donon thé.
Jabīn Kħān mérī goad mein mujhé yah dhokah déné ké liyé baiŧh saktī thien ki voh Jabīn Kħān nahīn, Jabīn Kħān kī juđwān bahan, Kħālidah Kħān, thien.
Voh mere sāth kyā kar rahī thien is baat kā hum donon ké ålāvā koī gawāh nahīn thā.
Ab ék tīsrī shakħsiyat wahān aa gaī thī, kathit Kħālidah Kħān kī secretary, Jannat-e- Firdaus.
Yah swābhāvik thā, qudratī thā, ék fitarī baat thī ki jo kuchh ék purush aur åurat sirf un donon kī tanhā maujūdagī mein kar sakté thé, voh kisī third person kī maujūdagī mein hargiz nahīn kiyā jā saktā thā.
Lihājah pahlé sé hī tayshudah kisī arrangement ké taħat Jabīn Kħān né Jannat-e- Firdaus ko koī message bhéjā thā.
Ho saktā hai koī switch dabāyā rahā ho jo main nahīn dékh pāyā thā lékin , jissé Jannat-e- Firdaus ké flat mein koī ghanŧī bajī ho, aur voh Jabīn Kħān kī madad karné ké liyé wahān aa pahunchī ho.
To voh Jabīn Kħān hī thī jo is vaqt mérī goad mein baiŧhī huī thī?
Jiské ħasīn perfect garm Musalmān kūlhé mérī Hindu purush goad ko jhulasā rahé thé aur jinké bīch samāyā huā mérā Uncut Hindu Lund is samaý burī taraħ uttéjit ho rahā thā, uskī dilkash ħasīn chiknī Musalmān Choot mein jađ tak samā samā kar uskā lutf uŧhāné ké liyé.
Aur bhī burī taraħ ŧhanŧhanā uŧhā mérā Uncut Hindu Lund Jabīn Kħān ké donon garm Musalmān kūlhon ké darmyān smāyā huā, yah maħsūs karté hī ki voh vāqaåī Jabīn Kħān hī thī jo is vaqt mérī Hindu purush goad mein baiŧhī huī thī apnī kisī strategy ké taħat.
Shāhīn Kħān ké yahān, Jabīn Mansion, main darasal Jabīn Kħān ko dékhné aur usko chodné ké chakkar mein hī jātā thā.
Jabīn Kħān bhī yah baat pahlī martabah sé hī samajh gaī thī.
Béwaqūf nahīn thī Jabīn Kħān.
Mujhsé bīs saal chhoŧī thī Jabīn Kħān lékin åql aur tajurbah ké måmlé mein voh apné shauhar Shoeb Kħān Sāħab sé karođon gunā aagé thī.
Post Yazīd Malåūn Islam darasal Pseudo Islam thā.
Achchhī baat yah huī thī is silsilé mein ki Yazīd Malåūn aur uské kħarīdé hué tamām Mullāon aur Maulaviyon kā target buniyādī taur par sirf ék siyāsī target thā, jiské liyé unhén sirf Musalmān mard darkār thé, Musalmān åuratén nahīn.
Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu né isliyé Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu ké kħilāf reporting kar kar ké unhén maidān sé nahīn haŧwāyā thā ki unko koī dīnī leadership darkār thī.
Unko Ħuzūrs sé shikāyat yah thī ki Ħuzūrs né Hinduism ko uskī original purānī dagar par gāmzan kar diyā thā ék nayé Arabic naam Islam ké sāth jaisé båd mein Mughal-e-Åāzam, Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar, né kiyā thā, Dīn-e-Ilāhī ké nām sé.
Issé Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu ko yah nuqsān huā thā ki unké bāp Abu Sufyān kī siyāsī ħukūmat chhin gaī thī.
Iské sāth hī sāth chhin gayā thā Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu kā wālī åhad honé kā åhdah.
Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu jis taraħ ék ké båd ék shikast jāhiliyat qabl-e-Islam aur kufr ko dété chalé jā rahé thé, uské chalté Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu kā qad kabhī utnā bhī nahīn rahné wālā thā jitnā us vaqt thā.
Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu ék Jawābī Inqalāb, Counter revolution, ké siyāsī mission ké taħat Islamī fauj mein shāmil hué thé jo unhén us iktedār ké shāhī takħt tak pahunchātā jo unké wālī åhad na rahné sé unsé chhin gayā thā.
Yah voh bahut bađā farq thā jo Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu aur Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu ké darmyān thā jisé Ħuzūrs kī zāt-e-mubārak ké ålāvā Ħazrat Siddīq-e-Åāzamrzu bhī bahut achchhī taraħ samajhté thé.
Yahī wajah thī ki Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu kī tamām fitarī insānī kħāmiyon ké bāwajūd na Ħuzūrs kī zāt-e-mubārak né unko Islamī ifwāj kī sipahsālārī sé kabhī haŧāyā na unhén kabhī vaisī koī zalīl sazā dī jaisī båd mein dī gaī, na Ħazrat Siddīq-e-Åāzamrzu né.
Kāsh Ħazrat Fārūq-e-Åāzamrzu né issé koī siyāsī sabaq liyā hotā aur Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu ko Islamī ifwāj kī sipahsālārī sé kabhī haŧāné kī badtarīn siyāsī ghaltī na kī hotī to aaj tamām kurra-e-zamīn Vedic Monotheist Hinduism, True Islam, kī roshnī sé jagmagā rahā hotā.*
Ammī béŧī Shāhīn Kħān sé bhī zyādah garm maħsūs ho rahī thī.
“Ab tum mérī goad sé uŧhogī.” main Jabīn Kħān ko mérī goad mein burī taraħ kaskar dabochtā huā bolā.
“Sawāl hī paidah nahīn hotā.” Jabīn Kħān né mérī ummīd ké sarvathā viparīt apné ħasīn sudaul garm Musalmān kūlhé mere Uncut Hindu Lund kī sampūrñ lambāī aur moŧāī par aur bhī burī taraħ kaskar jakađ liyé.
Apné Jabīn Kħān na honé, aur apnī juđwān bahan, Kħālidah Kħān honé kī achchhī adākārī kar rahī thī Jabīn Kħān is vaqt.
Kis ħad tak jāyégī Jabīn Kħān kī yah adākārī?
Kyā apné āpko Kħālidah Kħān sābit kar sakné ké liyé voh mujhsé chudvā bhī légī?
Why not?
Crime Prevention ké apné mission ké liyé itnī dedicated thī Jabīn Kħān ki usné bađī maħnat sé apné liyé yah dūsrī identity qāyam kī thī.
Agar iské liyé usko ab mujhsé chudvānā bhī pađ jātā to mere kħayāl sé voh bold lady pīchhé nahīn haŧné wālī thī.
Waisé bhī Shoeb Kħān ab Jabīn Kħān ké sirf nām nihād shauhar hī rah gayé thé.
Achchhé insān thé.
Lékin zindagī kī yah bahut bađī ħaqīqat samajh sakné mein voh poorī taraħ nākām thé ki unkī tamām achchhāiyān ék sāth milkar bhī unkī Ħuzūr Bégum Sāħibah kī Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot kī aag nahīn bujhā saktī thien.
Iské liyé to baharħāl mere Uncut Hindu Lund kī hī zarūrat thī Jabīn Kħān ko bhī.
Shāyad isī wajah sé apnī yah dūsrī identity itnī bold banāī thī Jabīn Kħān né ki ismein agar voh mujhsé sabké sāmné khulkar chudvā bhī rahī hotīn to bhī koī is par unkī tazalīl hargiz nahīn karné wālā thā.
Voh ék bahādur åurat thien jo Anna Hazāre jaisī sākh banā chukī thien apné fans ké dilon mein.
Jabīn Kħān ké fans kī nigāhon mein ab unké saat kħūn bhī måāf thé.
Voh agar ab mujhsé chaurāhon par bhī chudvātīn khulé åām, to bhī log ab yahī samajhté ki aesā voh apnī kisī zalīl ħaiwānī fitrat ko pūrā karné ké liyé nahīn kar rahī thī, balki darħaqīqat yah uskī koī lambī shātir scheme thī, jis kī wajah se ākħirkār béshumār corrupt politicians, government officials, black marketers, racketeers, smugglers waghairah waghairah kī shāmat aakar rahnī thī.
Yah makkārī bharī salāħ Jabīn Kħān ko darasal Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan né hī dī thī.
“Aap yah to jāntī hī hain na ki main aaj Durgesh sé har jagah jab jahān chāhūn chudvātī rahtī hūn aur koī is par mérā baal bhī bānkā nahīn kar saktā.”
Jabīn Kħān muskurā dī thien.
“Hān bhāī, aajkal tumhārā yah kamāl to tamām kāynāt-e-kul dékh rahī hai. Kaisé manage kar rakhā hai tamām mumālik kī Police ko is baat ké liyé tumné?”
“Durgesh jaisé Licensed to Fuck hai, mujhé Durgesh sé har jagah jab jahān chāhūn chudvā sakné kā special license hai, UNO sé.”
“Kamāl hai.”
“Koī kamāl nahīn hai. Kamāl thā Durgesh ko baghair kisī application ké UNO sé Licensed to Fuck ké rights diyā jānā. Kħud Durgesh kī mukħālifat ké bāwajūd UNO né Durgesh ko Licensed to Fuck ké rights diyé. Kyon diyé? Kyonki aesā karné mein UNO ko apnā mafād nazar aa rahā thā, Durgesh kā nahīn. Durgesh kī Licensed to Fuck kī is unique legendary position né terrorism, underworld aur organized crime kā muqāblā karné mein sirf UNO kī hī nahīn, in masāil sé pashémān tamām mumālik kī bhī madad kī. Jiskā natījah aaj yah huā hai ki un mumālik ké heads ké signatures bhī Durgesh kī Licensed to Fuck kī is kħusūsī ħaisiyat par hoté jā rahé hain.”
Jabīn Kħān muskurāīn.
“Tum yah kahnā chāhtī ho, ki agar main chāhūn to aesā main bhī kar saktī hūn, jaisā tum kar rahī ho?”
“Kyon nahīn? Jo Durgesh aur main kar sakté hain, voh Durgesh aur aap kyon nahīn kar sakté? Durgesh aur mujh mein kyā koī surkħāb ké par lagé hué hain?”
“Wallah, tum to kamāl kī lađkī ho. Kaisé kar saktī hūn main Durgesh ké sāth yah sab?”
“Suniyé.”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan né jo salāħ Jabīn Kħān ko dī thī uské mutābiq, apnī dūsrī identity mein, Crime Prevention kā unkā mission Jabīn Kħān ké liyé tårīfén bhī juŧā rahā thā, daulat bhī, aur bépanāh izzat bhī.
Us bahādur åurat ké liyé bahut izzat thī méré man mein.
Lékin iské sāth hī sāth main yah bhī jāntā thā ki Jabīn Kħān mere Uncut Hindu Lund kī bhī bhukhī thien.
Jab mérā Uncut Hindu Lund unhén dékhkar unhén salute mārtā thā to voh apnā nichlā honŧh dānton tale dabākar aesī makkārī bharī sexy nigāhon sé mérī taraf dekhtī thien ki mérā jī chāhtā thā unhén fauran wahīn girākar un par chađh jāūn aur itnā chodūn, itnā chodūn ki Jabīn Kħān bhī mast ho jāyén, nihāl ho jāyén, aur main bhī.
Voh apnī béŧī Shāhīn Kħān ko mujhsé chudvāté dékh chukī thien, aur ab is baat ké liyé marī jā rahī thien ki vahī main unkī béŧī ké sāth sāth ab unko, kħud Jabīn Kħān ko, bhī chodūn.
Main jāntā thā ki sex ké måmlé mein even aaj kī duniyā bhī utnī vyavhārik, utnī practical, aur utnī liberal nahīn thī, jitnī usko honā chāhiyé thā.
Jannat-e- Firdaus né skivvy ké ūpar ék bađī stylish jacket pahan rakhī thī is vaqt.
Uské baal sanwré hué thé aur chéhré par make up thā.
“Vow,” main saaf saaf Jannat-e- Firdaus par laar ŧapkātā huā bolā, “aaj to kħair nahīn kisī kī.”
Jannat-e- Firdaus né mujhé ānkh mārī.
“Kħushqismat ho. Is vaqt Bājī baiŧhī huī hain tumhārī Hindu purush goad mein. Varnā abhī batā détī ki aaj kiskī kħair nahīn.”
“Hoshiyār, Jannat-e- Firdaus,” Jabīn Kħān né Jannat-e- Firdaus ko ānkh mārī, “Is vaqt jo Vajr méré donon love cushions ké darmyān maujūd hai, uskā lutf agar ék baar chakh liyā na, to béchārah Muħammad bin Qāsim phir sé Dubai vāpas jané ké liyé majbūr ho jāyégā.”
“Wallah, Bājī? Sach kah rahī ho?” Jannat-e- Firdaus né poorī bésharmī sé mujh par laar ŧapkāī.
Mainé hansté hué un donon ultramodern Musalmān qayāmaton ko ŧonkā.
“Sāliyo, itnī andhér machī huī hai? Méré sāmné hī mere kħilāf sāzishén rachī jā rahī hain?”
Jabīn Kħān né méré Uncut Hindu Lund kī sampūrñ lambāī aur moŧāī par apné donon ħasīn gudāz Musalmān kūlhon kā kasāv aur bađhā diyā.
Mérā Uncut Hindu Lund is burī taraħ uttéjit ho uŧhā ki ab voh fauran Jabīn Kħān kī mastānī chust kasī huī Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot ké andar fauran sé bhī péshtar ghus kar wahān inqalāb machā dénā chāhtā thā.
Lagtā thā Ammī béŧī sé bhī zyādah chudāsī ho rahī thī.
Shāhīn Kħān sé bhī zyādah apnī Jannat-e- Firdaus kī sair karāné wālī thien Jabīn Kħān mujhé.
Jabīn Kħān ké donon madmast Musalmān kūlhé jis taraħ baar baar méré Uncut Hindu Lund kī sampūrñ lambāī aur moŧāī par jis qayāmat kī béchainī ké sāth khul aur kas rahé thé ussé lag to yahī rahā thā ki shāyad aaj Jabīn Kħān ké sāth mérā lambā honeymoon shurū’ honé wālā thā.
Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!
Ék mahīné tak nonstop?
Mazā aa jāyégā.
‘Bađī muddat sé dil kī béqarārī ko qarār āyā.
Ki jis zālim né tađpāyā, usī zālim pé pyār āyā.’
Hān, ab 43 saal kī is méré Uncut Hindu Lund mein aag lagā déné wālī madmast Musalmān ħasīnah, Jabīn Kħān, sé mujhé bépanāh, lāintehā, muħabbat ho gaī thī.
Hān, main uskī béŧī Shāhīn Kħān ko bhī chodtā thā.
To kyā huā?
Shāhīn Kħān sé mujhé hamdardī thī.
Ék pseudo Hindu, Satīsh, né dhokah diyā thā Shāhīn Kħān ko.
Shāhīn Kħān iskī sazā dénā chāhtī thī Satīsh ko, Satīsh kī ānkhon ké sāmné mujhsé chudvā kar.
Aur mujhé Shāhīn Kħān sé itnī hamdardī thī ki main is måmlé mein Shāhīn Kħān kā dil nahīn tođ saktā thā.
Ék pseudo Hindu pahlé sé hi uskā dil tođ chukā thā.
Main Shāhīn Kħān ko chodkar Satīsh ké us jaghaný mahāpāp kā prāyashchitt kar rahā thā.
Main itnā chodnā chāhtā thā Shāhīn Kħān ko, itnā chodnā chāhtā thā ki Shāhīn Kħān Satīsh kī béwafāī ko haméshah haméshah ké liyé bhool jāyé.
Kitnā bađā anugrah thā yah Eīshān kā mujh par, ki ab méré Sooxm Sharīr, Etheric Bodies, bhī svatantr honé lag gayé thé.
Ab main donon Ammī béŧī ko qayāmat tak chod saktā thā nonstop.
Aur Eīshānasý saugandham, agar voh donon Ammī béŧī aesā bhī chāhtīn, to main un donon ké liyé yah bhī karné ko taiyār thā.
Jabīn Kħān ko mujhsé muħabbat nahīn thī.
Jāntā thā main yah baat.
Muħabbat Jabīn Kħān abhī bhī sirf aur sirf apné shauhar, Shoeb Kħān Sāħab sé hī kartī thien.
Bépanāh, lāintehā muħabbat.
Lékin yah ideal muħabbat unkī jismānī bhūkh nahīn miŧā saktī thī.
Shoeb Kħān unhén sirf platonic muħabbat dé sakté thé.
Jismānī taur par Shoeb Kħān taqrīban nāmard hī thé.
Bahut achchhé insān thé.
Lékin afsos, kisī åurat ké kaam ké bilkul nahīn thé.
Apnī sahéliyon sé jab unhén yah målūm huā thā ki zyādahtar Musalmīn kā yahī ħāl thā to apné kānon par yaqīn nahīn kar pāī thien Jabīn Kħān.
“Allah, nahīn. Aesā kaisé ho saktā hai Humayrah Bājī?”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī muskurā dī thien.
“Tum bachchī ho, Jabīn Kħān. Tum abhī tak jawān nahīn huīn.”
“Abhī tak jawān nahīn huī?” Jabīn Kħān ħairān hokar bolīn, “Main abhī tak jawān nahīn huī? Aré, Humayrah Bājī, mérī béŧī jawān ho chukī hai aaj, Shāhīn Kħān. Voh Durgesh sé pyār bhī kartī hai, tumhāré Durgesh sé.”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī hans dī.
“Méré Durgesh sé? Ŧhīk kahā tumné. Durgesh is my husband now.”
Jabīn Kħān né chuŧkī lī.
“Aap né bhī ŧhīk kahā. Durgesh is your husband now. Lékin Durgesh sirf aap kā nahīn, voh to tamām badchalan Musalmān åuraton kā Hindu Kħasam hai.”
“Badchalan Musalmān åuratén?” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī hans pađīn, “Chicken, isīliyé to kahā na. Tum abhī bhī bachchī ho. Jawān nahīn huīn. Zindagī kī talkħ ħaqīqaton sé abhī tak farār hī honā bahtar policy samajhtī ho.”*
Jabīn Kħān né muskurā kar Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī kī taraf dékhā.
“Jisé kabhī beŧā kahtī thien, aaj usī ko apnā shauhar banā rakhā hai aap né. Tamām human society aap par thūk rahī hai. Kabhī ék baar bhī burā nahīn lagtā yah āpko? Everbest Wives Movement kī sadar hain aap. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan aap kā dāyān hāth banī huī hai Everbest Wives Movement mein. Kyā tålīm dénā chāhtī hain āpkī Everbest Wives Movement kī arkān aaj kī naujawān nasl ko? Yahī ki har béŧī apné baap ko apnā Kħasam banā lé? Har bahan apné bhāī kī bīwī ban jāyé? Har Ammī apné béŧé sé nikāħ kar lé, uskī live in relationship partner ban jāyé? Jis taraħ aap ban gaī hain.”
“Durgesh mérā beŧā nahīn hai.”
“Lékin béŧé sé kam bhī to nahīn thā kabhī voh aap kā.”
“Aur Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan kā baap bhī nahīn hai.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī talkħ lahjé mein bolīn.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Durgesh kī stepdaughter nahīn hai?”
“Na hai, na kabhī thī. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan né Durgesh ko kabhī na apnā baap taslīm kiyā na sautélā baap. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan né jab sé hosh sambhālā Durgesh kā tasavvur haméshah apné mard ké roop mein hī kiyā hai Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan né.”
“Pyār kartī thī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan apnī Ammī ké nayé Hindu Kħasam sé?” Jabīn Kħān né tanz kiyā.
“Us vaqt to kħair, apné hosho ħawās mein nahīn kartī thī, lékin aaj Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan agar kisī shakħs sé kħud apné aap sé bhī zyādah muħabbat kartī hai, to voh Durgesh hai. Durgesh ké ék ishāré par aaj Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan kuén mein kūd jāyégī, khāī mein chhalāng lagā dégī, aag mein kūd pađégī. Aur uf bhī nahīn karégī. Balki ulŧé aħsān mānégī Durgesh kā ki usné usko apné kisī kaam aané kā mauqā diyā.”
“Aur aap?”
“Main bhī.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī mukammil sanjīdagī ké sāth mazbūtī sé bolī, “Main taslīm kartī hūn ki mujhé Durgesh sé zyādah åzīz aur koī nahīn hai. Aur kyon hogā? 86 saal kī ho chukī hūn main. Lékin Durgesh né mérī is ůmr mein bhī mujhé apnī sex goddess banā rakhā hai. Is burī taraħ chodtā hai Durgesh mérī is ůmr mein bhī mujhé ki main Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan aur mujh mein koī kħās farq maħsūs nahīn kartī.”
“Aap…aap vāqaåī 86 saal ki hain?”
“Tumhén kyā lagtā hai?”
“Mujhé to aap 60 saal kī athlete nazar aa rahī hain abhī bhī.”
“Dékhā, kitnā bađā kamāl kiyā hai Durgesh ké Uncut Hindu Lund né mérī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ké andar dīwānāwār jađ tak samā samā kar?”
“I can’t believe it.”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī hans dī thī.
Jannat-e- Firdaus Jabīn Kħān sé mukħātib huī.
“Aap né yād kiyā Bājī?”
“Apné kaam ké mutålliq kyā irādé hain? Voh kab tak pending chalégā?” Jabīn Kħān baghair palak jhapkāyé dékh rahī thī apnī secretary ko.
“Kaun sā kaam?”
“Tumhén nahīn målūm kaun sā kaam? Jis kaam kā ground work karné jā rahī ho abhī, Piyā milan kī ummīd ké sāth, voh kaam nahīn målūm tumhén?”
“Jab aap apné Piyā kī Hindu purush goad mein is taraħ baiŧhī huī hain jamkar, to mujhé kyon rok rahī hain?”
“Tum baiŧhnā chāhtī ho Durgesh kī Hindu purush goad mein mérī jagah?”
“Méré chāhné sé kyā hotā hai Bājī?” Jannat-e- Firdaus né ék lambī sāns lī, “Jab kħud mālkin available ho, to Durgesh bhalā uskī secretary ko kyon ghās dālné lagā? Hum jaison kī qismat mein to bas aap jaison kī jūŧhan hī likhī hotī hai.”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim ko mainé nahīn thopā tumhāré sar par. Tum kħud méré anjām sé sabaq léné kī jagah jān būjhkar us nāmard ké jaal mein phanstī jā rahī ho.”
“Voh nāmard nahīn hai. Aap usko kħāmkħwāh badnām kar rahī hain.”
Jabīn Kħān āvésh mein aakar bolī,
“Tumhāré sāmné dikhāūn Durgesh sé chudvā kar? Agar main kunwārī na niklī to ‘Expose’ kī mālkin main nahīn tum. Okay?”
Main chaunkā.
Ho saktā hai Muħammad bin Qāsim nāmard ho, lékin Shoeb Kħān Sāħab to nāmard nahīn thé.
Shāhīn Kħān Shoeb Kħān Sāħab kī beŧī thī.
Jabīn Kħān kunwārī kaisé ho saktī thien?*
Jannat-e- Firdaus né tanz kiyā.
“Kitnī shāndār péshkash hai Bājī, āpkī. Aap yahān raat bhar Durgesh sé chudvāné ké mazé léngī aur main yahān chair par baiŧhkar mérī Musalmān Choot sahlāūngī yā zyādah sé zyādah usmein mérī unglī dālkar chalātī rahūngī. Aap léngī Durgesh ké bémisāl unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund ké mazé, aur mujhé aap Muħammad bin Qāsim kī cut Musalmān nūnī kā lutf bhī nahīn uŧhāné déngī. Itnī béwaqūf nazar ātī hūn main āpko, ki āpkī yah péshkash vāqaåī taslīm kar lūngī?”
“Arī béwaqūf,” Jabīn Kħān kichkichākar bolīn, “Muħammad bin Qāsim nāmard hai. Voh tujhé qayāmat tak bhī nahīn chod saktā, samjhī? Voh darasal téré ‘Expose’ ké shares ħāsil karnā chāhtā hai tujh sé, tāki aagé chalkar kisī taraħ ‘Expose’ kī milkiyat sé mujhé bédakħal kar saké aur usé un corrupt kamīnon ké qadmon par dāl saké jinké kħilāf main mérī yah taħrīk chalā rahī hūn.”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim kā kahnā yah hai ki aap darħaqīqat ussé nijāt ħāsil karnā chāhtī thien. Isīliyé aapné us par yah ilzām lagāyā hai ki voh nāmard hai. Jis vaqt aapné Muħammad bin Qāsim sé nikāħ kiyā thā, us vaqt tak Durgesh āpko ħāsil nahīn thā. Āpko Durgesh ħāsil huā Muħammad bin Qāsim sé aap ké nikāħ ké båd. Durgesh ké āpko ħāsil hoté hī āpkī nīyat badal gaī.”
“Kahāniyān achchhī likhné lagā hai aajkal apnā Muħammad bin Qāsim. Ussé kahnā wahān Dubai mein pađā jhakh kyon mār rahā hai? Yahān aakar Ved Nagar Film Industry mein try kyon nahīn kartā? Ho saktā hai voh itnā kāmyāb ho jāyé yahān ki log Salīm Jāved kā naam bhī bhool jāyén.”
“Main chaltī hūn.”*
Jabīn Kħān kā mood kħarāb ho gayā.
“Chaltī hūn? Itnā sab sunné ké båd bhī ‘chaltī hūn’? Itnī khujlī machī huī hai térī Musalmān Choot mein?”
“Issé bhī zyādah.” Jannat-e- Firdaus pūrī bésharmī ké sāth bolī.
“Aur agar mérī baat sach niklī aur Muħammad bin Qāsim tujhé vāqaåī nahīn chod pāyā to?”
“To yahān kaun Durgesh mujhé chod dégā āpko chhođkar? Agar yahān bhī pyāsī hī rahnā hai, aur wahān bhī, to yahān to mérā number savéré ké pahlé lagné wālā nahīn hai. Main wahān try karké dékh létī hūn tab tak. Agar āpkī baat sach niklī aur aap kā ex-husband vāqaåī mujhé nahīn chod pāyā, to wāpas yahīn aakar jhakh mārūngī aur mérā number aané kā intezār karūngī.”
“Allah,” Jabīn Kħān mérī Hindu purush goad mein baiŧhī huī hī mérī taraf muđī, “Durgesh, Mérī Jān, yah kambakħt to marī jā rahī hai chudvāné ké liyé. Yah wahān jāyégī aur apné tamām shares us nāmard ko béch āyégī. Yah samajh hī nahīn rahī hai ki méré nāmard ex-husband né isé wahān chodné ké liyé nahīn, iské shares ħāsil karné ké liyé bulāyā hai. Yah kħud bhī barbād hokar āyégī, aur mérī barbādī kā intejām bhī karké āyégī. Please, pahlé is kambakħt ko chod do. Main iské båd chudvā lūngī.”
Jannat-e- Firdaus yah sunté hī kħushī sé uchhal pađī.
“Kyāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāā? Kyā kahā Bājī, zarā phir sé to kahnā. Aré mérī pyārī Bājī, Agar aaj Durgesh né mujhé aap sé pahlé chodā na, to main tāzindagī tumhāré pair dho dho kar piyūngī. Aur phir jahannum mein jāyé nāmurād Muħammad bin Qāsim. Jab Durgesh hī mil gayā to phir aur kyā ħāsil karnā båqī rah gayā? Manzil hī mil gaī na. Idhar Durgesh kā Uncut Hindu Lund mérī Panjvaqtah Namāzī kunwārī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot mein ghusā aur udhar mainé méré tamām shares aap ké naam kiyé.”
Jannat-e- Firdaus pāglon kī taraħ Jabīn Kħān sé lipaŧ gaī thī, aur usko burī taraħ chūm aur chāŧ rahī thī.
Jannat-e- Firdaus kī ānkhén kħushī ké ānsuon sé chhalkī pađ rahī thien.
“Dékh rahé ho, Durgesh? Kitnī kħush ho rahī hai is baat ké sirf tasavvur sé hī, ki tum isé chodné jā rahé ho? Mérī Jān, chhođ sakogé apnī aesī kisī dīwānī ko kisī kambakħt Muħammad bin Qāsim ké liyé?” Jabīn Kħān né mérī taraf dékhā.
Main na sirf dékh rahā thā, balki sun bhī rahā thā aur samajh bhī rahā thā kħūb achchhī taraħ ki voh donon Shaitān kī Kħālāyén āpas mein milkar méré sāth kaun sā game khél rahī hain.
Jabīn Kħān utnī sīdhī hargiz nahīn thī, jitnī nazar ātī thī.*
Mainé mérī Hindu purush goad mein jamkar baiŧhī Jabīn Kħān ké surkħ rasīlé dilkash Musalmān honŧh chūm liyé.
Jabīn Kħān kichkichākar mujhsé lipaŧ gaīn aur burī taraħ, pāglon kī taraħ mujhé chūmné aur chāŧné lagīn.
Maine jān būjhkar Jabīn Kħān ko nangī karnā shurū kar diyā.
Yah shak thā mujhé ki mutawātar zahnī tanāv kī wajah sé Jabīn Kħān darħaqīqat Duel Personality ké marz kā shikār ho gaī hain.
Voh hī Jabīn Kħān hain, voh hī Kħālidah Kħān hain, lékin unhén is ħaqīqat kā aħsās tak nahīn hai.
Jabīn Kħān conservative hain, orthodox hain aur apné Hindu dāmād, Durgesh, sé hargiz hargiz nahīn chudvānā chāhtīn.
Lékin unkā zahan unkī mutawātar jismānī māng ké aagé ghuŧné ŧék chukā hai.
Usné Kħālidah Kħān ké naam sé ék dūsrī personality vikasit kar lī hai jo léshmātr bhī conservative nahīn hai, léshmātr bhī orthodox nahīn hai. Intehāī bahādur aur ultramodern hai.
Is dūsrī personality mein Jabīn Kħān né voh sab kiyā hai, jo Jabīn Kħān dil sé karnā chāhtī thien, lékin unkā conservative aur orthodox zahan unhén Jabīn Kħān kī identity mein voh sab karné kī ijāzat nahīn détā thā.*
Jabīn Kħān né zarrah barābar bhī mukħālifat nahīn kī thī is baat kī ki main usko nangī kar rahā thā.
Iské bilkul baråks, Jabīn Kħān kħud bhī mastī mein aa gaī thī aur usné bhī mujhé nagn karnā shurū kar diyā thā.
Jannat-e- Firdaus nihāyat hī dilchaspī sé yah sab dékh rahī thī.
Jabīn Kħān né mastiyon mein Jannat-e- Firdaus ko dānŧā,
“Kambakħt, nāmurād, dékh kyā rahī hai is taraħ khađī khađī? Chudvānā nahīn hai Durgesh sé?”
“Chudvānā nahīn hai?” Jannat-e- Firdaus ħairān hotī huī bolī, “Aré, main kyā jhakh mārné ké liyé khađī huī hūn yahān agar mujhé chudvānā na hotā to?”
Chapter 12
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā-10
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Tujhé Chodā Mainé
Aur chodtā rahūn tujhé hai bas yehī duā
‘The fifteen days of intense sex, love and lust’
Chapter 10
Durgesh Shabnam Kħān
Durgesh Nāziyah Kħān
Durgesh Zohrah Kħān
Zohrah Kħān aur Nāziyah Kħān donon pāglon kī taraħ kħushī sé chīkħtī huī apnī Ammī kī taraf lapkīn.
Donon mein sé kisī ko bhī kħwāb mein bhī yah ummīd nahīn thī ki Ammījān is taraħ unsé khulkar baat karéngī.
“Tab to tum bhī sharm karo. Main Durgesh sé tum sé bhī pahlé sé chudvā rahī hūn.”
Donon béŧiyon ko abhī tak yaqīn nahīn ho rahā thā ki jo kuchh unhoné abhī kħud apné kānon sé sunā aur kħud apnī ānkhon sé dékhā thā, kya voh ħaqīqat thī?
Ammījān ne kyā vāqaåī unké sāmné yah ħaqīqat taslīm kī thī ki voh Nāziyah Kħān sé bhī pahlé sé Durgesh sé chudvā rahī hain?
Kyā vāqaåī voh tīnon Ammī béŧiyān Chudāī kī itnī shauqīn hain ki aaj unké bīch aapas mein is måmlé mein koī sharmo ħayā bhī nahīn rahī?
Zohrah Kħān aur Nāziyah Kħān donon Shabnam Kħān sé burī taraħ kichkichākar lipaŧ gaīn.
Shabnam Kħān ne bhī tamām sharmo ħayā chhođkar un donon ko apné kaléjé sé lagā liyā.
Ab yah zarūrī ho gayā thā.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ab chāhtī thī ki tīnon Ammī béŧiyān khulkar sāmné aa jāyén aur Ashvinātam Ummat-e–Muslimah ké qyāam mein khulkar sāton taħrīkāt mein pakistanī Musalmān ħasīnāon kī rahnumāī karén.
Yah koī chhoŧī moŧī péshkash nahīn thī.
Bahut bađī péshkash thī.
Lifetime chance thā.*
Na Shabnam Kħān yah ħaqīqat taslīm karné ko taiyār thī, na Nāziyah Kħān aur na hī Zohrah Kħān ki mérī ħaqīqī ůmr is vaqt 63 saal ho chukī hai.
Main taintīs saal kā sirf dikhāī détā hūn, hūn nahīn.
Shabnam Kħān ko is par béħad naaz thā ki pooré 45 saal kī ho jaané par bhī voh 30 saal sé zyādah kī nazar hī nahīn aatī thī.
Jabki khud Zohrah Kħān 23 saal kī ho chukī thī aur Nāziyah Kħān 21 saal kī.
Nihāyat hī aħsānmandānā andāz mein apné donon goré nangé ħasīn kūlhé mérī sarvathā nagn Hindu goad mein samā diyé Shabnam Kħān né aur mera samūchā Uncut Hindu Lund poorā jađ tak apnī gorī dilkash Pakistani Musalmān Choot ké andar habak liyā.
Béħad kħush thī aaj Shabnam Kħān.
Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club mein stage par aaj voh pahlī martabah mujhsé sab ké sāmné chudvā rahī thī.
Uske ek taraf Zohrah Kħān thī aur doosrī taraf Nāziyah Kħān.
Durgesh aaj tamām kurra-e-zamīn kā sabsé muåzziz aur sabsé zyādah daulatmand shakħs taslīm kiyā ja chuka thā.
Aaj har ħasīn åurat Durgesh sé chudvāné ké liyé marī jātī thī aur har shakħs Durgesh ké talvé chāŧnā apnī sabsé bađī kħushqismatī samajhtā thā.
Sirf chand sarphiré Musalmān ħāsidīn ko chhođkar.
Aesé sarphiré Musalmīn kā dåvā thā ki Shankar Mahāpralayankar mérā sālā thā aur voh is vaqt kā sabsé bađā aur sabsé zyādah kāmyāb smuggler thā.
Yahan tak ki tamām Musalmān aur ghair Muslim smugglers darħaqīqat Shankar Mahāpralayankar ké liyé hī kaam karté thé.
Kyā sabūt thā is baat kā, ki jis taraħ baqiyah smugglers darħaqīqat Shankar Mahāpralayankar ké liyé kaam karté thé, Shankar Mahāpralayankar bhī darħaqīqat mere liyé hī kaam nahīn kartā thā?
Main press conference kar rahā thā.
Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club mein yah special Press Conference khud Press kī request par kī jā rahī thī.
“Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Waves kā āvishkār kyā aap né hī kiyā hai?” Binnāt-e-Islam kī reporter Ħayā Ħayāt ne sawāl kiyā.
“I’m sorry that I have to correct you, ma’am,” main muskurāyā, “in waves kā official name voh nahīn hai, jo abhī aap ne bayān farmāyā. Inka aslī naam Param Purush Ummmihātul Åālmīn Waves hai.”
Ħayā Ħayāt nihāyat hī dilkash andāz mein muskurāī,
“Lékin is Ījād mein aap kī Chief Assistant Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ aur aapkī Press Secretary Muħtarmā Kħātūn-e- Jannat Ħazrat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Sāħibah to jab bhī in waves kā zikr kartī hain, inhén Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Waves hī kahā kartī hain.”
“Yah naam mérī Chief Assistant Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ aur mérī Press Secretary Muħtarmā Kħātūn-e- Jannat Ħazrat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Sāħibah donon ko aur aap Press wālon ko zyādah pasand hai. Kyon pasand hai iskā kħulāsah to Baharħāl aap Ħazrāt hī zyādah bahtar taraħ sé kar saktī hain. Main iské mutålliq kyā årz kar saktā hūn?”
Ħayā Ħayāt phir muskurāī.
“Aap kī zyādahtar Ījādāt ké implementation mein Hindu Lund aur Muslim Chooton kā iståmāl hī zyādah sé zyādah huā kartā hai. Press iski wajah jān saktā hai?”
“Sure. Iskī wajah hai, availability aur competence.”
“Allah,” Ħayā Ħayāt hansī, “aap phir ek martabah apnī vahī purānī baat dohrā rahé hain, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, ki scientifically sirf Hindu Lund Muslim Choot hī most competent aur perfect jođī hai. Isn’t it?”
“Tantr yahī manta hai. Is āvishkār kā sambandh Tantr sé hai. Aur vaisé bhī itihās is baat kā gawāh hai ki scientifically sirf Hindu Lund Muslim Choot hī most competent aur perfect jođī hai.”
“Lékin iské bāwajūd aesā anékon martabah ho chuka hai ki jab koī naī Hindu Lund Muslim Choot theory implementation ké liyé aap ké sāmné pésh kī jātī hai, aap us Musalmān lađkī ko chodné sé inkār kar dete hain jo is tajurbé ké liyé aap ko pésh kī jātī hai.” ek mardānah āwāz aaī.
Āwāz pīchhé sé aaī thī.
Sabkī nigāhén qudratī taur par yah dékhné ké liyé pīchhé kī taraf ghūm gaīn ki yah baat ākħir kahī kisné thī.
Voh koī aŧŧhāis saal kā ek nihāyat hī dublā patlā chashmādhārī yuvak thā.
Uskī ānkhon mein téj thā aur chéhré par buddhimattā kī chap thī.
“Aap sirf apnī manpasand Musalmān Chooton kā hī iståmāl apné tajurbāt ké liyé kiyā karté hain. Doosron kī tajvījkardah Musalmān Chooton kā iståmāl karné kā risk aap kabhī nahīn uŧhāté. Aap kā yah aħtiyāt sābit kartā hai ki aap kī Ījādāt personality oriented hain. Immune to particular persons nahīn hain. Yånī voh har zamāné aur har jagah sach hon, yah zarūrī nahīn hai.”
Hall mein sannāŧā chhā gayā.*
Shabnam Kħān ghussé sé bolī,
“Yah mardūd apnī Musalmān bahanon, Musalmān béŧiyon, Musalmān bīviyon, aur apnī Musalmān girlfriends ko tum par thopnā chāhtā hai, tāki jab tum unko chodté hué kisī ījād mein kāmyāb ho’o, to voh tumhāré aglé tajurbāt ké lye tumhén blackmail kar saké.”
Nāziyah Kħān né apnī Ammī ko rokā,
“Ammī, yah Durgesh kī Hindu Lund Muslim Choot theories kī baat nahīn kar rahā. Isné Durgesh kī Hindu Lund Muslim Choot theories par apnī kħud kī Hindu Lund Muslim Choot theories develop kī hain aur yah chāhtā hai ki Durgesh iskī un Hindu Lund Muslim Choot theories par iskī tajvījkardah Musalmān ħasīnāon ko chodté hué kaam karé.”
Zohrah Kħān né bhī apnī chhoŧī bahan kā samarthan kiyā.
“Nāziyah ŧhīk kah rahī hai, Ammī.”
“Tum donon jāntī ho is lađké ko?” Shabnam Kħān né pūchhā.
“Kaun nahīn jāntā? Yah Muħammad bin Qāsim hai. Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company ké managing director Al Muħammad Al Qāsim kā iklautā béŧā. Yah apnī Musalmān girlfriends ko Durgesh sé chudvānā chāhtā hai. Durgesh iskī bahnon Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī aur Al Zakāt Al Qāsim kā boyfriend/live in relationship partner hai. Iskī Musalmān girlfriends is ħaqīqat kā fāydah uŧhākar Durgesh sé chudvānā chāhtī hain. Båqī sab sirf bahānā hai.” Nāziyah Kħān sard lahjé mein bolī.*
Shabnam Kħān ne apné donon nangé goré sudaul bhārī Musalmān kūlhé phir sé ŧhīk sé kaskar mérī sarvathā nagn Hindu purush goad mein samāyé, mérā burī taraħ ŧhanŧhanā rha Uncut Hindu Lund phir sé jađ tak apnī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān Choot ké andar habkā aur haulé sé muskurā dī.
Ved Nagar!
The dream city.
Jahān voh khulkar stage par Durgesh sé chudvā rahī hai aur sab is par usko appreciate kar rahé hain, koī uskī mazammat nahīn kar rahā.
Isīliyé to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sé yah samjhautā kiyā thā Shabnam Kħān né.
Apnī bépanāh Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān Jawānī, apné bépanāh Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān ħusn, par itnā zyādah naaz thā Shabnam Kħān ko ki voh usé tamām kāynāt-e-kul mein khulkar nangī ghūm ghūm kar har kisī ko dikhānā chāhtī thī, har kisī par is måmlé mein apnī bartarī sābit karné ké liyé.
Isī silsilé mein Shabnam Kħān kī mulāqāt ek nude beach mein pahlé Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sé aur phir Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ké zariyé mujhsé huī thī.*
Jabīn Kħān bhī apnī bađī bahan, Shabnam Kħān, sé kuchh kam kħūbsūrat nahīn thī, lékin Jabīn Kħān Shabnam Kħān kī taraħ nudist nahīn thī.
Shabnam Kħān kī taraħ nude beach mein nangī ghūmnā na Jabīn Kħān ko pasand thā, na hī Shoeb Kħān ko.
Lékin Shabnam Kħān ké sāth nude beach par nangī ghūmné ké liyé inkār karnā bhī Jabīn Kħān ko pasand nahīn thā.
Shoeb Kħān né hanskar kahā thā,
“Ħuzūr Bégum Sāħibah, ab béchāré Shoeb Kħān kī kħair nahīn.”
Ħuzūr Bégum Sāħibah muskurākar bolī thien,
“Aapko bhī na, har vaqt mazāq sūjhtā rahtā hai.”
“Wallah, Sarkār, kħādim kī jurrat nahīn ho saktī apnī Rabb-e-ħayāt sé mazāq kar sakné kī.”
“Aré, kyon gunahgār banā rahé hain laundī ko apnī Rabb-e-ħayāt kahkar? Main sirf sharīk-e-ħayāt hūn aapkī. Rabb-e-ħayāt to har kisī kā sirf Mālik-e-yaumuddīn hai.”
“Bajā farmāyā aapné.” Shoeb Kħān né ek gahrī sāns lī, “lékin Ħuzūr Bégum Sāħibah, aap ké is tābédār ko is baat kā afsos zarūr rahégā ki ab aap hamārī sharīk-e-ħayāt bhī nahīn rahīn poorī taraħ.”
“Kyā matlab?”
“Mainé kħud apné pairon par kulhāđī maar lī. Kħud yah ħaq dé diyā aapko ki jākar Durgesh kā Uncut Hindu Lund pakađ lén.”
Jabīn Kħān muskurā dīn,
“Voh to hai. Hamāré Hindu dāmād Sāħab kā Uncut Hindu Lund hai to vāqaåī unique aur legendary.”
Shoeb Kħān kā chéhrā utar gayā.
“Pasand āyā na āpko?”
“Béħad. Sach kahūn? Main to hamāré Hindu dāmād Sāħab, Durgesh, ké Uncut Hindu Lund par usī vaqt mar miŧī thī jab mainé Shāhīn ko pahlī martabah Durgesh sé chudvāté dékhā thā.”*
Apnī béŧī ko mujhsé chudvāté pahlī martabah jab Ħuzūr Bégum Sāħibah, Jabīn Kħān, né dékhā thā, to Ħuzūr Bégum Sāħibah ké ‘kħādim’, Shoeb Kħān, bhī apnī ‘Ħuzūr Bégum Sāħibah’ ké sāth thé.
Ék martabah phir poorī koshish kī thī Jabīn Kħān né unkī cut Musalmān nūnī khađī karné kī.
Aur ék martabah phir voh burī taraħ nākām rahī thien.
Shoeb Kħān ko kabhī sex sé bahut zyādah dilchaspī rahī ho, aesā to kħair, kabhī bhī nahīn thā.
Jabīn Kħān né kabhī kahā nahīn thā apné munh sé, lékin sach yah thā ki apné az-e-ħad shāistah Musalmān shauhar sé Jabīn Kħān burī taraħ paréshān thien.
Hazāron martabah taraħ taraħ sé darkħvāst karné par bhī Shoeb Kħān né Jabīn Kħān ko kabhī roshnī mein nahīn chodā thā.
Aaj unkī béŧī, Shāhīn Kħān, din kī bharpūr roshnī mein Durgesh sé chudvā rahī thī.
Kaisī åjīb baat thī!
Yah ‘Ħuzūr Bégum Sāħibah’, Jabīn Kħān kī zindagī kā pahlā lund thā jisé voh pratyax dékh rahī thien.
Apné shauhar kī cut Musalmān nūnī tak nahīn dékhī thī Jabīn Kħān né pratyaxtah kabhī iské pahlé.
Shoeb Kħān né unhén jab bhī chodā thā, tārīkī mein hī chodā thā.
To aesā hotā hai lund darasal?
Jabīn Kħān ħairān thien ki unhén kħud apnī hī béŧī kī kħushqismatī sé rashk ho rahā thā.
Bahut sharm aa rahī thī Jabīn Kħān ko is baat par ki unkā rom rom yah chāh rahā thā, kaash, Shāhīn Kħān kī jagah voh kħud hotīn.
Allah, no!
Durgesh unkā dāmād hai.
Kaisé soch saktī hain Jabīn Kħān ki voh kħud apnī béŧī kī saut ban jāyén?
Satīsh né kitnā bađā dhokah diyā thā Shāhīn Kħān ko.
Aur ab jab Shāhīn Kħān is sadmé sé bāhar nikāl pāī hai to Jabīn Kħān kħud…
Hargiz nahīn.
Qayāmat tak hargiz nahīn.*
Call Bell ké jawāb mein kħud Kħālidah Kħān né darwāzah kholā.
Ék bār phir mujhé lagā ki voh Kħālidah Kħān nahīn thī.
Kħud uskī juđwān bahan Jabīn Kħān hī thien.
Léshmātr bhī to farq nahīn thā tīnon bahnon mein.
Shabnam Kħān, Jabīn Kħān aur Kħālidah Kħān tīnon hamshakl thien.
Shabnam Kħān 45 saal kī thī lékin tīs sé zyādah kī hargiz nazar nahīn ātī thī.
Log Shabnam Kħān ko Zohrah Kħān aur Nāziyah Kħān kī bađī bahan samajhté thé, Ammī nahīn.
Yahī ħālat Jabīn Kħān aur Kħālidah Kħān kī bhī thī.
35 saal kī thien Jabīn Kħān aur Kħālidah Kħān donon, lékin un donon ko bhī koī tīs sé zyādah kī hargiz nahīn kah saktā thā.
Mérā apnā anubhav, mérā apnā tajurbah, is måmlé mein yah thā ki aksar Musalmān ħasīnāyén is måmlé mein kuchh zyādah hī kħushqismat hotī thien.
Unkā dåvā thā ki iskī wajah unkā Panjvaqtah Namāzī aur burqah pahanné wālī honā thā.
Kħālidah Kħān Crime Prevention ké apné mission ké ħawālé junūn kī taraħ thī.
Har voh shakħs jo corrupt thā, chāhé voh sarkārī ho, ardh-sarkārī yā phir ghair-sarkārī, Kħālidah Kħān kā shikār thā.
Yah sirf mérā hī nahīn, bahut sāré patrkāron kā bhī andāzah thā ki Kħālidah Kħān naam kī koī åurat kahīn thī hī nahīn.
Crime Prevention ké apné nihāyat hī kħatarnāk junūn kī wajah sé Jabīn Kħān hī Kħālidah Kħān ké pen name sé wahān Kħālidah Kħān bankar rah rahī thī.
Kħālidah Kħān/Jabīn Kħān né mujhé drawing room mein biŧhālā.
Tīn bedroom thé us flat mein.
Kħālidah Kħān/Jabīn Kħān né apné bedroom ké bāzū wālé bedroom ko apnā office banā rakhā thā.
Aesā Kħālidah Kħān né kyon kar rakhā thā, yah mujhé nahīn målūm thā.
Voh us poorī ĭmārat kī mālkin thī, kirāyédār nahīn.
Kahīn bhī apnā office banā saktī thī.
Baghal ké flat mein Kħālidah Kħān kī secretary, Jannat-e- Firdaus rahtī thī.
Kħālidah Kħān kī apnī website thī jis par Kħālidah Kħān har mahīné do baar, har pakhwāđé, aisé logon kī Black List jārī kartī thī jo uskī taftīsh ké mutābiq corrupt hoté thé.
Sabhī sambandhit vibhāgon aur officials sé Kħālidah Kħān kā yah anurodh bhī us website mein hotā thā ki voh aisé logon ko investigate karén aur agar jo kuchh Kħālidah Kħān né unké kħilāf apnī website par likhā thā, usko sach pāyén to unké kħilāf case chalāyén.
Kħālidah Kħān kī taraf muskurā kar dékhā mainé.
“Kaisé yād kiyā mérī sarkār?”
“Kyā kaisé yād kiyā?” Kħālidah Kħān shikāyat bharī āwāz mein bolī, “kabhī milté hī nahīn ho, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam?”
“Jo kah rahī ho, soch samajh kar kah rahī ho, yā yūn hī apnī zabān ko dhār dé rahī ho?”
“Tumhārā kyā kħayāl hai, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt?” Kħālidah Kħān lagāwaŧ bharī, mastī bharī āwāz mein bolī.
“Mérā kħayāl hai ki dhār hī dé rahī ho tum apnī zabān ko.”
“Allah ré badqismatī.” Kħālidah Kħān né ék ŧhandī sāns lī.
“Sālī, yā to main sachmuch hī tum Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam nahīn hūn, yā phir tū Musalmān nahīn hai.”
“Donon bātén hain, Kħasam, donon bātén hain.” Kħālidah Kħān né ék sard aah bharī, “tum hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam bhī ho, aur main Musalmān bhī hūn. Lékin main ék måmūlī Musalmān åurat hūn, koī Musalmān ħasīnah vasīnah nahīn hūn. Hotī to tumhārī donon jānghon ké darmyān mujhé Mukesh Ambani kā residential house na dikhāī dé rahā hotā, jo Jabīn Kħān ko dékhté hī fauran wajūd mein aa jātā hai tumhārī donon ŧāngon ké darmyān.”
“Utnī dūr sé kyā dékh pāyégī ki kaisī krānti ho rahī hai yahān? Yahān aa kar mérī goad mein baiŧhkar dékh téré swāgat kā yahān kaisā shāndār intejām hai.”
Kħālidah Kħān nihāyat hī makkārī ké sāth muskurāī.
“Yånī haméshah kī taraħ aaj bhī yah faislah nahīn kar pā rahé ho, ki main Kħālidah Kħān hūn, yā Jabīn Kħān. Agar main tumhārī dåvat par vāqaåī tumhārī goad mein aa kar baiŧh gaī, to main Kħālidah Kħān, varnā Jabīn Kħān, no?”*
Main us kambakħt ko ānkh marker muskurāyā.
“Samajhdār to ho tum abhī bahnén.”
Voh bhī jawāb mein mujhé ānkh marker muskurāī.
“Koī aur tarīqā nikālo hum donon juđwān bahnon ko alag alag pahchān sakné kā. Yah tarīqā ab purānā ho chukā. Ab Jabīn Kħān bhī baiŧh saktī hai tumhārī goad mein.”
“Nonsense.”
“Mat māno. Lékin ħaqīqat yah hai ki Jabīn Kħān kī zindagī mein bhī is darmyān ék inqalāb aa chukā hai. Shoeb Kħān Bhāījān kā ab Jabīn Kħān kī tamām koshishon ké bāwajūd hargiz khađā nahīn hotā.”
“What?”
“Chaunk gayé na?” Voh mujhé phir ānkh marker muskurāī, “Tumné kabhī kħwāb mein bhī nahīn sochā hogā ki kħud Jabīn Kħān bhī tumsé chudvā saktī hai, aur voh bhī pāglon kī taraħ, jitnā tum chāho utnā, jab tak tum chāho, tab tak.”*
Main talkħ lahjé mein bolā,
“Sālī, bol to aésé rahī hai jaisé kħud shabo roz, raat din sé, aharnish, nonstop day and night mujhsé chudvātī rahtī ho, aur main hī tujhé chodné sé katrāyā kartā hoūn.”
“Bilkul ŧhīk.”
“Kyā matlab?”
“Aré, main to kab sé tumsé chudvāné ké liyé tađap rahī hūn. Lékin tum ho ki kabhī mujhé apnā Uncut Hindu Lund pakađné tak nahīn dété.”
“Shut up, Sālī, jhūŧhī. Kħūb munh kī pakpak karné lagī hai. Aa aakar mérī goad mein baiŧh.”
Usné sharārat sé apnā nichlā honŧh chubhlāyā,
“Soch lo. Sachmuch aakar baiŧh gaī to phir kħūb jī bharkar chudvāyé baghair main nahīn uŧhné wālī. Aur phir na kahnā ki main lāintehā pyāsī thī. Mujhé mere shauhar sé alahdah hué ‘ék zamānā beet gayā’.”
Yah ākħirī fiqrah Kħālidah Kħān né ék tarannum mein kahā thā.
“You are Jabīn Kħān.” main hanstā huā bolā, “tum sirf zabānī smart talk sé kaam chalā rahī ho. Kħālidah Kħān hotīn to mérī itnī dåvat par kabhī kī aakar mérī goad mein baiŧh chukī hotīn.”
“Achchhā? Kħālidah Kħān kyā shabo roz baiŧhī rahtī hai tumhārī goad mein?”
“Sālī ék baar bhī nahīn baiŧhī abhī tak mérī goad mein. Eīshān!Eīshān! kin purāné kħayālāt kī béwaqūf Musalmān åuraton ké bīch phans gayā hai yah Hindu Sambhog Samrāŧ, yah Hindu Chudāī Samrāŧ. Sāliyon ko koī qadr hī nahīn hai is baat kī ki mérā Uncut Hindu Lund kab sé khađā ho kar burī taraħ ŧhanŧhanā rahā hai.”
“What do you mean ‘purāné kħayālāt kī béwaqūf Musalmān åuratén?” Kħālidah Kħān kichkichākar bolī, “Main to is baat kā lihāj kar rahī thī ki tum mérī niece Shāhīn Kħān ké boyfriend ho. ‘purāné kħayālāt kī béwaqūf Musalmān åuratén? Tumhārī to main…ab tumhāré Uncut Hindu Lund kī kħair nahīn. Samjhé? Ék baar ghuséđā to nikālné nahīn dūngī qayāmat tak. Chalo, aa jāo maidān mein.”
Kħālidah Kħān dhamm sé mérī goad mein aa baiŧhī.*
Main uskī is sarvathā apratyāshit ħarkat ké liyé léshmātr bhī taiyār nahīn thā.
Mujhé poorā yaqīn thā ki voh Jabīn Kħān hī hai.
Kħālidah Kħān kā koī wajūd nahīn hai.
Jabīn Kħān hī Kħālidah Kħān bankar double role kar rahī hai.
Isliyé main Jabīn Kħān ko chāhé kitnā hī kyon na uksāūn, voh baharħāl mérī goad mein aakar baiŧhné wālī nahīn hai.
Mérī tamām theory rakhī rah gaī thī aur Jabīn Kħān goad mein aa baiŧhī thī.
Agar voh vāqaåī Jabīn Kħān thī to.
Mérī Hindu purush goad burī taraħ jhulas uŧhī thī.
Jabīn Kħān ké sudaul Musalmān kūlhé mérī Hindu purush goad mein burī taraħ kaskar samā gayé thé.
Voh is taraħ burī taraħ kaskar fit baiŧh gayé thé mérī Hindu purush goad mein jaisé voh kħās taur par mérī Hindu purush goad kā sānchā lékar vahīn samāné ké liyé banāyé gayé hon.
Kitnā perfect size thā unkā.
Tabhī is baat kā ék aur sabūt ħāsil huā mujhé ki mérī goad mein is vaqt Jabīn Kħān hī baiŧhī huī thien, koī Kħālidah Kħān nahīn.
Mérā unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund Jabīn Kħān ké hasīn Musalmān kūlhon ké bīch hī samāyā huā burī taraħ phanphanā rahā thā, kisī Kħālidah Kħān ké kūlhon ké bīch nahīn.
Kħālidah Kħān aur uskī secretary, Jannat-e- Firdaus, ké flats ko bīch sé jođné wālā darwāzah khulā thā aur Jannat-e- Firdaus wahān sé andar dākħil huī thī.
Chapter 11
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 20
Posted: October 6, 2012 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Abul Ħakam, Al Furqān Al Waħīd, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Åzīzah Nādir, Behavioural Science, Bilqīs Nādir, Durgesh, Fauziyah Nādir, Feminism, Ghazālah Nādir, Imrān Hāshmī, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, Jamīlah Nādir, Kulsūm Åbbās, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Muħammad Åbdullah, Muħammad bin Qāsim, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Nasīm Muåāwiyah, Rājesh Rājpūt, Shaguftah Rashīd, Shakīlah Sultān, Shankar Mahāpralayankar, Sidrah Aħmad, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Tayyabah Nādir, Zulékħah Nādir 4 CommentsVolume 2
Chapter 20
Durgesh Al Zakāt Al Qāsim
Shankar Mahāpralayankar Imrān Hāshmī
Imrān Hāshmī bit down hard on his lip to stop himself from crying out.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was fucking him in his ass.
It was a great mistake that, Imrān Hāshmī thought the entire underworld was Muslim dominated.
Yes, most of the underworld consisted of Pseudo Musalmīn, but not the entire.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was there too.
Imrān Hāshmī loved Rājesh Rājpūt that Rājesh Rājpūt must fuck Imrān Hāshmī in his ass, but when Shankar Mahāpralayankar announced to punish Imrān Hāshmī by himself fucking Imrān Hāshmī, even Rājesh Rājpūt couldn’t save Imrān Hāshmī.
He was Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s mare now.
Mare, not horse.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was constantly pumping nonstop.
Allah målūm how Shankar Mahāpralayankar had succeeded in establishing that Imrān Hāshmī was dead now.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm had murdered him.
The dead body, Shankar Mahāpralayankar successfully established that it was that of Imrān Hāshmī was arranged by his persons from some hospital.
Pain, pleasure, Imrān Hāshmī was experiencing both.
Exquisite pain.
Almost unbearable pleasure.
Not yet…
Imrān Hāshmī could silence himself no longer.
He screamed.
His gay Musalmān body shuddered uncontrollably as Imrān Hāshmī climaxed.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar still didn’t withdraw his still erect Uncut Hindu Penis from Imrān Hāshmī’s feminine ass.
Imrān Hāshmī rested his feminine buttocks in Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Hindu groin.
He knew Shankar Mahāpralayankar would fuck him again.
In the meantime, Shankar Mahāpralayankar stood up proudly and stared down at Imrān Hāshmī.
“So you say you haven’t murdered Muħammad bin Qāsim?” Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Penis was still throbbing into Imrān Hāshmī’s round firm perfect feminine ass.
Imrān Hāshmī was panting.
“Señor, I’m a gay. More than ninety-nine percent I am feminine. How can I murder an underworld personality as successful as Muħammad bin Qāsim was?”
“Ummil Åālmīn, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, wanted you to replace Muħammad bin Qāsim, didn’t she?”
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim smiled at Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
“Shankar, Muħammad bin Qāsim was my younger brother. Abbū tried his best to stop his underworld activities. That’s why I wanted Imrān Hāshmī to replace my younger brother Muħammad bin Qāsim.”
She was all-nude with me.
I was fucking Al Zakāt Al Qāsim from her gorgeous behind.
Imrān Hāshmī was licking my Uncut Hindu Penis when it came out of his sister, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .
It was Ved Nagar and Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog was normal here.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled at me,
“Durgesh, I don’t think Imrān Hāshmī can kill even a rat or fly.”
“Thank you.” Imrān Hāshmī gratefully pushed his feminine buttocks into Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s lap, surrendering his gorgeous feminine ass to Shankar Mahāpralayankar thus, in immense indebtedness.*
Muħammad Ibrāhīm knew Durgesh would never let down him.
How wrong he was.
He hated Durgesh because Durgesh was fucking Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s beautiful sisters, Jamīlah Nādir, Åzīzah Nādir, Fauziyah Nādir, Ghazālah Nādir, Zulékħah Nādir, Bilqīs Nādir and Tayyabah Nādir.
He was the only brother among seven sisters.
His Ammī, Kulsūm Åbbās, loved his only son very much.
Even his Abbū, Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, was very proud of Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad was in the Board of Directors in Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.
“Abbū,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm had protested, “we are millionaire. You have done very much for your children. All my seven sisters are highly educated and running their own businesses. Yet, their affair with the Hindu multi zillionaire Durgesh…”
“Durgesh is your friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm.” his wife, Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān, interrupted Muħammad Ibrāhīm curtly.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad smiled.
“She is right, Muħammad Ibrāhīm. Durgesh has a great contribution in not only our success, but our Bahū Bégum’s family’s success as well.”
“I know. But I can’t pay Durgesh with my sisters.” Muħammad Ibrāhīm said curtly.
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled cunningly.
“Well, I am ready to pay Durgesh with my sisters for the prosperity and protection my family is receiving from him.”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm watched his wife, Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān, scrutinizing her.
“That’s all?”
“What do you mean?”
“You are ready to pay Durgesh with your sisters only for the prosperity and protection your family is receiving from him? Not with yourself too?”
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled prudently.
“I see. So you still doubt that Durgesh fucks me too?”
“I know Durgesh fucks his Musalmān friends’ extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies. Most of my friends have adjusted with the inevitable because their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies themselves are adamant to fuck Durgesh. They shamelessly say:
‘Once with Durgesh,
all the rest is trash.’
Allah, my own sisters say so.”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm gritted his teeth.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad smiled.
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, your sisters are modern young ladies. All of them are highly educated and Durgesh helped them in establishing their own businesses.”
“So?”
“Their own husbands don’t mind it. Why the hell do you?”
“That’s what I am trying to tell your foolish son, Abbū.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān said curtly.
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm,” Al Waħīd Al Muħammad admonished his somewhat communal somewhat backward son, “It’s twenty first century. Your sisters have their own fundamental human rights and women rights too. Their sex life is their personal life. When their husbands…”
“Their husbands are selling my sisters.” Muħammad Ibrāhīm thundered at his Abbū, Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, “They themselves have extramarital affairs. Why the hell they mind if my sisters are foolish enough to sell themselves to Durgesh to get financial support for their husbands and themselves too?”
“I see.” Al Waħīd Al Muħammad said curtly.
“I too.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān said.
“Durgesh has fucked your brains too.” Muħammad Ibrāhīm said furiously.
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān cooed.
“Thanks for the compliment, my dear husband.”
“It’s not a compliment.”
“That’s what you think.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled at her foolish Musalmān husband, “I take it as a compliment that the great Durgesh, the multi zillionaire, the lifelong chairman of HVSI Group of Business Enterprises, is interested in me sexually. It means something else too.”
“What?”
“That you are sexually incompetent.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān humiliated Muħammad Ibrāhīm deliberately.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was too furious to respond his wife.
He always suspected Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān never had any platonic relationship with me.
No Musalmān Beauty with brains could have any platonic relationship with me ever.
When I was such a damnfool that I always establish my Musalmān women financially establishing their own separate business establishment, why the hell any Musalmān Beauty with brains wouldn’t get benefited from it?
Okay, let the Hindu damnfool fuck her.
Even their husbands and their inlaws supported them.
Money had its own ethics.
Doesn’t it?*
My one fourth Uncut Hindu Lund was already into Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān’s beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
It was rock hard.
“Bhābhījān,” I tried to say.
“Shut up.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān said, smiling into my eyes, “I never accepted the platonic relationship you always offered to me so obdurately. Durgesh, don’t you think ever that you were insulting me, thus?”
I fell as if from the seventh sky.
“Bhābhījān,”
“All of my sisters, all of my cousins, all of my girlfriends, were enjoying grand sex with you and luxuries your never ending money could buy for them. Yet, I was still only your friend’s girlfriend for you.”
“Bhābhījān, how could I cheat Muħammad Ibrāhīm? He was my friend.”
“Stop acting the damn ethical.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān pushed her Musalmān Cunt again on my Uncut Hindu Prick.
My Uncut Hindu Prick entered her Musalmān Cunt half of it now.
I still couldn’t believe Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān herself fucking me.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was in jail.
Muħammad Åbdullah had told me that Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān doesn’t want him out on bail.
I couldn’t believe Muħammad Åbdullah.
But now, I wasn’t so sure.
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān perhaps never loved her husband, Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
I was mistaken.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was also mistaken.
But why the hell then Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān married Muħammad Ibrāhīm?
Was she playing some deep game?
I should find out.
Was she behind it herself?
Did she herself mastermind her husband’s arrest?
Did she marry Muħammad Ibrāhīm to destroy him completely?
Eīshān!
Eīshān!
I should find out.
I should find out.
I should protect my friend from this mastermind bitch.
Eīshān!
Eīshān!
What a woman?
I never suspected her even while she was so openly unashamed of her activities.
Shakīlah Sultān always grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis.
She always winked at me lewdly.
Once she even unzipped me and entered her right hand to grab my Uncut Hindu Penis.*
I was startled.
“Bhābhījān,”
“Oh, shut up, fuck me, you Hindu idiot.”
“Stop it, Bhābhījān; after all, there must be some limit.”
“Your friend is a religious damn fool. I married him only because he is a Musalmān and you are not. Now, didn’t you promise me that you’d personally take care of me if Muħammad Ibrāhīm ever failed?”
I was dumbfounded.
“I didn’t mean it to the extent you thought, Bhābhījān.”
“Why not? Your friend is an idiot. He fucks me in darkness only.”
“It’s a customary excuse most of you Musalmān wives use to justify your infidelity,” I laughed, “to justify your extramarital affair with us Hindus. Stop it, Bhābhījān. I know it isn’t true.”
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān had grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis and had already brought it out of my shorts.
Now she was squeezing it playfully.
It was rock hard.
“It is true. And you have to fill the gap now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm is a poor fucker. You are the best, they say. Now provide me what your friend is not providing.”
“Bhābhījān,”
“You promised me you’d provide me everything Muħammad Ibrāhīm wouldn’t. Didn’t you?”
“Of course, but I never meant sex too.”
“Well, you never said that.”
“Well, wasn’t it obvious?”
“No. I still had your Uncut Hindu Penis in my hand when you promised me it.”
“Bhābhījān, try to understand me. You were crazy for me then. How the hell otherwise could I convince you to marry Muħammad Ibrāhīm?”
“You promised me specifically that if I married Muħammad Ibrāhīm I would have extramarital affair with you too. Didn’t you?”
“Because you wanted to fuck me then and there.”
“And I did it, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” I was furious now, “you fucked me. You made me unable to meet my eyes with Muħammad Ibrāhīm. He didn’t get your virginity, your cherry. You gave it to me.”
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled cunningly.
“It was nothing my dear. It was only a trailer. Don’t forget we entered a treaty, a written treaty that you’d provide me everything, including sex too, if Muħammad Ibrāhīm failed to provide me anything to my satisfaction.”
I watched her incredulously.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Shakīlah Sultān.
“So you want to fuck Durgesh before you marry Muħammad Ibrāhīm?”
Shakīlah Sultān winked at her.
“I want Muħammad Ibrāhīm cuckolded, but not at once. He must suffer gradually increasingly.”
“I thought you loved him.”
“I can’t love a Pseudo Musalmān.” Shakīlah Sultān said scornfully, “I hate the bastards immensely and love them all cuckolded to their Musalmān wives, their Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers.”
“May I ask why?”
“They are blots to Islam and I am an ardent Musalmān.”
“So you want to punish them?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled prudently.
“Don’t you?”
“Cuckold Your Musalmān husband is my movement, dearie.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed, “The Pseudo Musalmīn hate me immensely because I patronize Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. It’s my Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s first international major success. Even the Western countries finance it because it keeps Hindu Muslim Unity shattered. After 1857, the Westerners are so afraid of Hindu Muslim Unity that they never want them united.”
“But Hindu Lund Muslim Choot union is itself Hindu Muslim Unity. Don’t the bastard Westerners understand it?”
“They believe that the name Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club would excite Musalmīn. They would feel humiliated and therefore never reconcile with Hindus.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was smiling cunningly.
“Well, what’s wrong in it if the Westerners think so? Aren’t Musalmīn so communal now that they can’t bear this name for an international series of clubs?”
“They are. They are. But it would arrange and increase Hindu Lund Muslim Choot union however.”
“But most of the Pseudo Musalmīn are Uneducated/Under Educated. They form the most of the underworld even calling it shamelessly Muslim Underworld too. Won’t they kill Hindus if they feel humiliated to the extent?”*
Long lashes swept upward, dark eyes regarded me with the unabashed frankness of a speculator looking over a piece of property.
She shifted her extremely beautiful nude Musalmān legs on my nude Hindu male shoulders.
My Uncut Hindu Penis once more vanished into her until virgin Musalmān Cunt to my balls.
She smiled at me cunningly.
“I’m going to like this case.” I smiled too.
“I hope you do, Muħammad Ibrāhīm Bhāījān needs a good lawyer.” Al Furqān Al Waħīd said, “Yet, the best lawyer he could have is now being attacked by his own Musalmān Houseladies nonstop.”
“Why are you so against your own brother?”
“Why is his own wife, Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān, is against her own husband?”
“That can’t be your own reason too.”
“That’s right.”
“Why do you want your own brother should get gas chamber?”
“He never helped my husband. He cheated him always.”
“Isn’t that what you yourself are doing now?”
“Cheating Abul Ħakam?” Al Furqān Al Waħīd raised her long lashes once more, “You don’t know me, my Hindu fucker. I can’t cheat Abul Ħakam ever.”
“What is this then? Your beloved husband is suffering from Aids and you persistently requested me to fuck you.”
Al Furqān Al Waħīd’s beautiful eyes were suddenly full of tears.
“He permitted me only when I feigned I was ravenously dying to get sex. Suffering from Aids, Abul Ħakam couldn’t do it himself, so…”
“What do you exactly want from me?”
“I want to test what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī suggested me.”
My mouth was suddenly filled with extreme bitterness.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī?”
“Yes, now I don’t have another alternative.”
“Are you crazy? Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī both hate Pseudo Musalmīn deadly. They want them humiliated extremely. Don’t you know it?”
“I know,” Al Furqān Al Waħīd said patiently, “but I too think the criminals/criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn deserve what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī are doing with them.”
“How innocent are you!” I said sarcastically, “Don’t you realize they are actually cuckolding your Musalmān husband?”
“Under their Cuckold Your Musalmān husband movement?”
“What do you think?”
“Durgesh, well, they have a theory that my husband can survive if he himself allows me to have sex with you and cleans my private parts with his tongue after that.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī?”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī.” Al Furqān Al Waħīd said.
“Are you really PhD?”
“I know what you are thinking of me. But what the another alternative do I have? I can do anything for his survival.”
“You are crazy.”
“No, I’m desperate.” Al Furqān Al Waħīd contradicted me, “A desperate can do anything whatsoever if there is even an infinitesimal possibility.”
“I can’t appreciate Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, neither I can even forgive them for it. They are humiliating a person that’s already dying.”
“But he is recovering, méré Hindu Piyā.”
“What?” I was crestfallen.
I couldn’t believe her.
“That’s right. I know you won’t believe it. Even I couldn’t. But believe it or not.Since Abul Ħakam has allowed me to have sex with you and is licking my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt and Musalmān ass, Abul Ħakam is really recovering surprisingly fast. The doctors had decided Abul Ħakam should go through one more operation. But when we reached there, for the operation, the doctors have suddenly found the operation isn’t needed any more, at least now. Tell me if it isn’t the effect of what we are doing, our threesome I mean, why otherwise it’s happening?”
“It may be a coincidence only.”
Al Furqān Al Waħīd watched me attentively.
“Sorry, Durgesh, I don’t believe what you say. I respect you the most, but…”
“You respect me?” I looked at her quite surprised. My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis was diving into her until virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to my balls, remaining there enough to get content abundantly, coming out till only its head remained inside, and then again plunging more vigorously, till again it’s inside her tight Musalmān Cunt upto my balls to remain there again till I was entirely content with it abundantly, “You only respect me even now?”
Al Furqān Al Waħīd’s expressive eyes were suddenly intensely cold.
“’I see. You want to hear from me that I love you now. Don’t you?”
“Isn’t it natural?”
“I think so. But I respect you to the extent that I can’t lie to you even if I wanted to. It would never be convincing enough to you. Moreover, I would hate myself very much for it, so much that I can’t live normally with my lies to you. It would shatter down my own self respect in my own eyes.”
“Al Furqān Al Waħīd, we are making love…”
Al Furqān Al Waħīd raised her right hand up, in my sentence.
“No, we aren’t.”
“What?”
“We aren’t making love. I don’t love you. Neither I am capable to love anyone else except Abul Ħakam. Sorry.”
“The hell we aren’t making love.” I said somewhat irritated, “I’m fucking you vigorously…”
“That’s right.”
“What’s right?”
“That you are fucking me.”
“I didn’t get you.”
“We are fucking each other. That’s it. We are fucking each other. That’s all. I respect you the most for it that you are kind enough to fuck me. I need it. I need your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis into my Musalmān Cunt very much. But that is the all you can get from me in return. I honor you. And I’d honor you the most till Abul Ħakam and I do exist anywhere. Abul Ħakam does also honor you not less than I do.”
Chapter 21
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ved Nagar: 19
Posted: October 6, 2012 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, Al Nafīsah Al Qāsim, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Nauhīd Rizwānah, Shāhid Nadīm, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Sāimah Arzumand 2 CommentsVolume 2
Chapter 19
Durgesh Sāimah Arzumand
Durgesh Nauhīd Rizwānah
Sāimah Arzumand felt deep down she’d behaved terribly.
For the last few months, Sāimah Arzumand had been sleeping with her adopted Hindu son, Durgesh.
The sad part, according to her, was that although Sāimah Arzumand was emotionally conflicted, Sāimah Arzumand just couldn’t help herself and not even intended to stop either.
Hell, how could she imagine an utmost experienced man of sixty-three years might be her son while Sāimah Arzumand was only forty three now?
Only because her husband, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, had adopted him?
And why the hell he allowed his real daughter Al Zakāt Al Qāsim to have live in relationship with Durgesh if Durgesh was his legally adopted son?
It began just about 11 months ago.
At the time, Sāimah Arzumand was a pretty typical career woman of 42, divorced for nine years.
Sāimah Arzumand’s job as a junior executive kept her busy and, as a result, Sāimah Arzumand did not have much time for dating.
In fact, Sāimah Arzumand had not been on a date in almost two years.
However, it was not that Sāimah Arzumand didn’t long for male companionship.
I was home from office for Eīdul Fitr break and had picked up some odd hours working at a local hardware megastore.
The megastore was run by a Musalmān Beauty of mine.
I wanted to help her.
Sāimah Arzumand had been keeping crazy hours herself on an assignment, so Sāimah Arzumand didn’t get to spend as much time with me as Sāimah Arzumand would have liked.
Sāimah Arzumand’s team and Sāimah Arzumand finally wrapped up the project and made their presentation to senior management, which could not have gone any better.
Sāimah Arzumand’s lady boss was very pleased by the outcome.
Since she knew how many hours Sāimah Arzumand had been putting in, she told Sāimah Arzumand to go home early and relax for a change.
Sāimah Arzumand had been so nervous about the meeting, she barely slept the evening before, and so getting released at one o’clock on a Friday was just what the doctor ordered.
Sāimah Arzumand drove home with the top down, one of the perks of living in Arizona during the winter.
Sāimah Arzumand was feeling somewhat giddy, pleased with herself, and couldn’t wait to tell me about her success.
Sāimah Arzumand also made a mental note to call Sāimah Arzumand’s daughter, Al Nafīsah Al Qāsim, as she knew she’d want to know.
Al Nafīsah Al Qāsim was thirty-six year younger than Durgesh, only twenty-seven now, and had married her high school sweetheart only a year after graduation.
Her husband Shāhid Nadīm took a job in another state.
Sāimah Arzumand rarely saw her and missed her greatly.
When Sāimah Arzumand arrived home, Sāimah Arzumand saw another car in Sāimah Arzumand’s spot on the driveway, and realized it belonged to my girlfriend, Nauhīd Rizwānah.
Sāimah Arzumand parked on the street and headed in to share the good news.
Sāimah Arzumand walked around the house and didn’t see anyone.
She looked out the kitchen window towards their pool.
To say Sāimah Arzumand was shocked by what Sāimah Arzumand saw would be a huge understatement!
Nauhīd Rizwānah was lying on her back on a chaise lounge, her legs spread wide, completely naked.
I, equally bare, was on my knees between her legs, obviously kissing her sex.
I was 63 at the time.
Sāimah Arzumand had long known I was no virgin, but Sāimah Arzumand just never imagined me doing something like that in Sāimah Arzumand’s own backyard.
Nauhīd Rizwānah had her hands on top of my head.
Sāimah Arzumand could just make out whimpering sounds through the open window.
My waist was moving and it looked like I was fucking her as I worked my Uncut Hindu Prick.
As shocked as Sāimah Arzumand was, Sāimah Arzumand couldn’t turn her eyes away.
Part of her wanted to run outside and put a stop the lewd display and part of her wanted to turn her heels and run away, yet there Sāimah Arzumand stood.
Incredible?
Yet true.
Sāimah Arzumand moved to the side a bit to hide herself as best she could, but even then, Sāimah Arzumand watched with rapt attention.
It was the great Durgesh.
Making love to one of his horniest Musalmān Beauties openly.
What a man.
What a man.
Never ashamed of anything he did.
Even though Sāimah Arzumand had enjoyed a decent sex life, Sāimah Arzumand would not have called it remotely adventurous.
On a couple of occasions, Sāimah Arzumand may have done some heavy petting outdoors, but nothing like what Nauhīd Rizwānah, my girlfriend and I were doing so openly.
Sāimah Arzumand had never even viewed a porn video.
This was the first time Sāimah Arzumand had ever actually seen someone making love.
As weird as it was to watch my girlfriend, Nauhīd Rizwānah, and me, a titillating thrill ran though Sāimah Arzumand’s body at Sāimah Arzumand’s overt voyeurism.
Nauhīd Rizwānah’s groans began to get louder and her hips began rolling back and forth, pressing into my waist.
Under other circumstances, Sāimah Arzumand would have been worried about the neighbors overhearing, but at that moment, Sāimah Arzumand was getting desperate to see more so Sāimah Arzumand really didn’t care.
My waist moved faster as Sāimah Arzumand was sure I sensed Nauhīd Rizwānah’s urgency.
Sāimah Arzumand stood rooted to the ground, knowing Sāimah Arzumand was actually about to see another woman cum for the first time.
Sāimah Arzumand hated to admit it, but at that moment Sāimah Arzumand’s blood was flowing like never before and Sāimah Arzumand’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was getting warm and wet.
The sight was so intoxicating.
Nauhīd Rizwānah’s taut young Musalmān body was glistening with sweat as she rode my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It had been ages since Sāimah Arzumand had been fucked.
Sāimah Arzumand immensely realized how the hell she missed it.
Sāimah Arzumand found herself feeling jealous of Nauhīd Rizwānah and the attention Nauhīd Rizwānah was obviously enjoying.
Sāimah Arzumand couldn’t help but grasp her skirt and drag it up her legs.
An instant later, Sāimah Arzumand’s right palm was pressed between Sāimah Arzumand’s legs, as she began diddling her sex.
Truth be told, Sāimah Arzumand did masturbate fairly regularly, but Sāimah Arzumand had never done it in the kitchen, and certainly never while watching something like that.
Just seconds after Sāimah Arzumand started touching herself, Nauhīd Rizwānah arched her back and thrust her crotch into my Uncut Hindu Lund as she came with a roar.
Sāimah Arzumand had never before even contemplated another woman’s orgasm, but she really looked lovely in the throes of passion.
Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes had rolled back in her head, clearly basking in the sensations.
Sāimah Arzumand’s fingers quickened as Sāimah Arzumand stroked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with a fever she never would have expected.
Sāimah Arzumand wondered if the show was over or if there was an act two Sāimah Arzumand could take in.
The display was driving Sāimah Arzumand crazy with desire.
After Nauhīd Rizwānah relaxed back onto the lounge, I got to my feet and stood next to her.
My left side was towards Sāimah Arzumand.
Instantly Sāimah Arzumand’s eyes were drawn to my Hindu groin.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was fully erect, standing almost directly upright from my crotch.
Sāimah Arzumand had not seen me naked since she hated me that I fucked the poor Musalmān Beauties.
Poor Musalmān Beauties needed sex their Musalmān mankind never provided them under this or that pretext.
Durgesh and the other sex maniac Hindus always took advantage of them.
Sāimah Arzumand never liked that.
I was clearly larger than Sāimah Arzumand’s ex-husband, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, and even bigger than the other three men Sāimah Arzumand had been with, in Sāimah Arzumand’s life.
It was not obscenely large, but appeared to be at least eight inches from where Sāimah Arzumand stood.
Sāimah Arzumand instantly wondered what it would feel like buried inside Sāimah Arzumand.
Allah, what the hell was Sāimah Arzumand thinking.
I said something to Nauhīd Rizwānah that Sāimah Arzumand could not make out.
Then I reached my strong Hindu arms under her nude Musalmān legs and back and easily lifted her off the lounge.
A moment later, I tossed her shrieking into the pool.
Nauhīd Rizwānah landed with a splash and Sāimah Arzumand wondered if Sāimah Arzumand should run before being found out.
I moved to the edge of the pool and sat down facing Sāimah Arzumand.
My feet dangled in the water, and my legs were spread wide, opening my superb legendary Hindu crotch to Sāimah Arzumand’s gaze.
I had a big smile on my face, and Sāimah Arzumand could see my Uncut Hindu Penis was still hard as a rock.
Sāimah Arzumand heard me say,
“Get over here you Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bitch, time to suck my Uncut Hindu Cock.”
Sāimah Arzumand was shocked by my boldness, but also felt a shiver run through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
For years, Sāimah Arzumand had fantasized about being taken by a demanding man, being forced to submit to her every whim.
Sāimah Arzumand’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was literally flowing and Sāimah Arzumand’s little panties were soaking wet.
Allah, my God, Rabbil åālmīn.
Nauhīd Rizwānah paddled her way toward me until she stood before me in waist-deep water.
Her body blocked Sāimah Arzumand’s view of my proud Uncut Hindu Cock, but when she leaned over it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what Nauhīd Rizwānah was doing.
Sāimah Arzumand could see her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān head moving up and down, and knew she must have taken me in her ardent Musalmān mouth.
I had one arm on the deck for balance while the other rubbed the back of my Musalmān girlfriend’s head.
I began mouthing encouragement to her.
Sāimah Arzumand could barely make out what I was saying.
So Sāimah Arzumand moved closer to the window.
“That’s it baby, suck My Uncut Hindu Cock you little Musalmān slut,” I told her, and Sāimah Arzumand felt Sāimah Arzumand’s knees go weak.
All of Sāimah Arzumand’s previous lovers had treated her with such kid gloves.
Sāimah Arzumand was ashamed of her to tell them she longed to be treated like a dirty Musalmān girl, just how I was treating Nauhīd Rizwānah.
Allah, what a man.
He knows very well what his woman wants from him when.
She needs Durgesh.
Sāimah Arzumand needs Durgesh.
Sāimah Arzumand had never fantasized about me before that moment, but Sāimah Arzumand now wondered what it would be like to be in Nauhīd Rizwānah’s place.
The idea of having my large Uncut Hindu Cock in Sāimah Arzumand’s Musalmān mouth, sucking me hard as I called Sāimah Arzumand names, made Sāimah Arzumand amazingly hot.
Sāimah Arzumand had never really enjoyed giving head, but Sāimah Arzumand was filled with great desire, almost a need, to do just that.
Sāimah Arzumand’s tongue circled Sāimah Arzumand’s lips as she imagined running it across my hard Hindu shaft.
Sāimah Arzumand’s hand still moving against the folds of Sāimah Arzumand’s sex.
Within seconds, Sāimah Arzumand was in the throes of an orgasm, and Sāimah Arzumand had to grab the countertop to keep from falling over.
As Sāimah Arzumand’s head cleared a bit post-climax, Sāimah Arzumand felt guilt, but not enough to look away.
In for a penny, in for a pound, Sāimah Arzumand figured, and desperately wanted to know what, if anything would happen next.
I grabbed a fistful of Nauhīd Rizwānah’s hair and began thrusting my hips towards her.
I was mumbling something Sāimah Arzumand could not make out, but imagined I was telling her what a little slut Nauhīd Rizwānah was.
In spite of Sāimah Arzumand’s orgasm, Sāimah Arzumand’s fingers slowly moved across Sāimah Arzumand’s overheated sex as Sāimah Arzumand reveled in the show the ashvinātam lovers were putting on.
Sāimah Arzumand couldn’t help but stare at my handsome Hindu face.
Sāimah Arzumand had long known I was a handsome man, but until that time, she had never really seen what a powerful looking man too I was.
With my still dark hair and eyes, the still high cheekbones, I looked like a Greek god to Sāimah Arzumand.
She could see my muscular Hindu arms holding my Musalmān girlfriend’s beautiful head while my solid Hindu chest glistened with sweat or cocoa butter.
Allah, Durgesh was turning Sāimah Arzumand on, as Sāimah Arzumand had never been before.
Sāimah Arzumand was literally praying I’d see her orgasm, wanting me to enjoy the moment as much as Sāimah Arzumand was herself.
This was a new territory for Sāimah Arzumand completely.
Before long, I removed my arm from the deck and engulfed Nauhīd Rizwānah’s head in both palms.
From our movements, I appeared to be fucking her face.
The look on my face was one she’d never seen before.
I was gritting my teeth, obviously enjoying what Nauhīd Rizwānah was doing to me.
Only moments later Sāimah Arzumand heard me grunting as my body convulsed, and Sāimah Arzumand instantly knew I was emptying into Nauhīd Rizwānah’s mouth.
Sāimah Arzumand’s second orgasm in only minutes washed over her as Sāimah Arzumand watched me cum.
Sāimah Arzumand had never seen anything remotely that erotic, and Sāimah Arzumand was driven over the edge.
Never would Sāimah Arzumand have imagined being so turned on by viewing me get off, yet turned on Sāimah Arzumand was.
Sāimah Arzumand found herself gasping to catch her breath.
Sāimah Arzumand’s fingers were soaked in her juices and Sāimah Arzumand’s legs were weak.
Sāimah Arzumand was conflicted, partially wanting to stay to see if something else might happen between my girl and me and partially needing to get away before being found in such a compromising position.
Sāimah Arzumand’s levelheaded side won out and Sāimah Arzumand removed her hand from Sāimah Arzumand’s overheated sex.
We had not moved.
Sāimah Arzumand quickly rinsed off her hands in the sink and made a beeline for her car.
Sāimah Arzumand drove away literally numb, almost as if she’d had too much to drink.
Sāimah Arzumand had no idea where Sāimah Arzumand was going.
Sāimah Arzumand just had to get away.
Somehow, Sāimah Arzumand ended up in the parking lot of their local mall, but was too afraid to go inside as it was filled with holiday shoppers.
Sāimah Arzumand’s panties were so wet Sāimah Arzumand was sure Sāimah Arzumand probably had a stain on her skirt.
Moreover, Sāimah Arzumand suspected that she smelled like a whorehouse.
As Sāimah Arzumand sat there in silence, she could not get the images of Nauhīd Rizwānah and mine out of her head.
Sāimah Arzumand felt ashamed of her that she’d intruded on an intimate moment between us, yet much more so for what Sāimah Arzumand had done.
Sāimah Arzumand had actually rubbed herself off to not one but two orgasms as Sāimah Arzumand watched me make love with my Musalmān girlfriend.
Depraved does not do justice to how Sāimah Arzumand felt about herself, yet the more she thought about what she had witnessed, the more turned on Sāimah Arzumand became.
Sāimah Arzumand wondered what we did after she left.
Did I fuck Nauhīd Rizwānah?
Did I pound her petite Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body with my hard Uncut Hindu Cock?
Try as she may, Sāimah Arzumand could not get the pictures out of her mind.
Sāimah Arzumand found herself scanning the parking lot to see if anyone was near.
Looking back now, Sāimah Arzumand tells herself that it must have been momentary insanity, but Sāimah Arzumand lifted her skirt up a bit and eased her legs open.
Trying to appear as inconspicuous as possible, Sāimah Arzumand snaked her hand under her skirt and once again touched her womanhood.
Sāimah Arzumand’s mind replayed a nonstop highlight reel of not only what Sāimah Arzumand had seen, but of other things, we may have done since she’d left.
Sāimah Arzumand saw my Uncut Hindu Lund inside Nauhīd Rizwānah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, and Sāimah Arzumand wondered how she felt.
To Sāimah Arzumand’s own shock, Sāimah Arzumand also wondered how I tasted.
Would I taste differently than Al Muħammad Al Qāsim did?
Sāimah Arzumand was in such a state of sexual bliss; Sāimah Arzumand didn’t even realize it when she brought her sticky fingers up to her mouth to lick them.
Is this what Nauhīd Rizwānah tasted when I loved her?
And what did I taste like, Sāimah Arzumand mused, Sāimah Arzumand’s only adopted son?
Of thirty-six years?
Well, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan claimed it.
Of sixty three years?
That was what I claimed myself.
Sāimah Arzumand’s fingers ran in and out of Sāimah Arzumand’s mouth as if Sāimah Arzumand was sucking my hard Uncut Hindu Cock itself.
Allah!
Allah!!
Rabbil åālmīn.
Arraħmānirraħīm.
Sāimah Arzumand was lost in the moment.
Sāimah Arzumand’s mind and body had entered a place Sāimah Arzumand had never been before.
Sāimah Arzumand felt yet another climax coming on.
Sāimah Arzumand’s fingers returned to Sāimah Arzumand’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and she began stroking furiously, not even caring that Sāimah Arzumand was in a public parking lot.
The orgasm that hit Sāimah Arzumand was even greater than those Sāimah Arzumand had experienced in Sāimah Arzumand’s kitchen earlier.
For the first time in Sāimah Arzumand’s life, Sāimah Arzumand felt like a complete slut, and to her most amazing surprise, Sāimah Arzumand loved it.
After Sāimah Arzumand regained a measure of composure, she left the mall and went on a long drive.
Sāimah Arzumand found it hard to shake the images troubling Sāimah Arzumand’s mind, but after an hour of wandering, turned Sāimah Arzumand’s car towards home.
It was almost five o’clock.
Naturally, Sāimah Arzumand assumed Nauhīd Rizwānah and I would have finished our interlude and would be respectful, if we were even home at all.
When Sāimah Arzumand finally arrived back home, Sāimah Arzumand was relieved to find the driveway empty of both cars.
The thought of facing me was daunting as Sāimah Arzumand was just sure her face would somehow portray either guilt or lust.
She didn’t want me to see either.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had immense faith in me.
I was even investigating his so-called murder.
Was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim really murdered by Muħammad Ibrāhīm?
Sāimah Arzumand couldn’t believe it.
Hell,
Sāimah Arzumand almost ran inside to get out of her clothes and into the shower to wash away all signs of her sins.
Sāimah Arzumand’s body tingled all over as the water cascaded over her and she caressed her sensitive skin.
Ved Nagar: 7
Posted: August 14, 2012 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ, Behavioural Science, Brahmdév Sharmā, Durgesh, Feminism, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, life sciences, Mahéshvar Bachhalyā, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Muħammad bin Qāsim, Muħammad Yåqūb, Nāzimah Yåqūb, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Vishñu Nārāyañ 4 CommentsVolume 2
Chapter7
Durgesh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah
Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim rushed to her Vedic Monotheist Hindu husband.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand hugged her ravenously.
How beautiful she is.
Yes, her elder sisters, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim etcetera are even more beautiful than Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim is too.
But now every one of them was Umm-Al-Åālmīn.
Wasn’t she?
Hinduism isn’t a superstition as the most of the other religions are.
Hinduism is absolutely a scientific, rational and logical religion.
Moreover, Hinduism isn’t a religion even in the sense the non-Hindus use the word.
It’s a system of life actually.
No, it isn’t a superstition any longer.
Durgesh has proved it now absolutely scientifically rationally and logically.
Yes, Hindus are still a minority in the entire humankind.
But, they are the rulers now.
Ved Nagar/Trantor is the new Capital of humankind whether someone accepts it or not.
Durgesh damn cares for the acceptance of the facts by everyone.
He openly says:
“The facts never needed their acceptance by humankind for their survival and being in power. The humankind needs the acceptance of facts for its own survival.”
And by Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, by God, Durgesh is right.*
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim kissed Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand wildly.
“You did it successfully, didn’t you?” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim asked Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand sometimes laughing sometimes crying out of sheer joy, victory and triumph. “They said even you can’t do it. They said Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is insurmountable because Durgesh is insurmountable. Hell, you’ve successfully delivered her five hundred dollars even while Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had cautioned her very much.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was abstemious.
“Control yourself, Al Waħīdah. She never took the money.”
“But you shoved the money into her hand. Didn’t you?”
“Of course, of course. But her fingers even didn’t close on the money. It fell down. She never touched it.”
“But the money touched her hand. Didn’t it?”
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, her other elder sisters, her Ammī, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, Muħammad bin Qāsim and even her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim watched Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim hugging and kissing her Vedic Monotheist Hindu husband.
“Well, the court would never accept she received the money. It’s Ved Nagar. Never forget. Justice is the most prevalent factor here in judiciary.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said gravely.
“That’s the reason nobody is accepting Ved Nagar/Trantor is the new Capital of entire humankind.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled cunningly, “I can’t understand, Jījū, why you are not as happy as Al Waħīdah is.”
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim kept laughing crying and kissing Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.
“You are the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company now. You are the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company now.”
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim smiled.
“She is right. Congratulations, Prañav. You’ve successfully fulfilled the condition. Everyone agreed if you successfully revive the oil lease you’d be the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.”
“Thanks, Abbū,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled urbanely, “but I don’t think the oil lease is still revived legally.”
“The hell it isn’t.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said furiously, “We tried to make deferred payments according to the legal documentation. Didn’t we? If she didn’t accept it, it’s their evasion, not ours. Damn it.”
“I agree with Muħammad bin Qāsim. I declare you’ve replaced me successfully. Congratulations, new managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim smiled.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim held Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand’s hand and forcibly took him to their bedroom.
She undressed Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand herself, undressed herself too and pushed Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand on the bed.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand fell back on the king sized bed.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim straddled him keeping her gorgeous back to him.
Her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was on the male Hindu lips of Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand now and his immediately hardened Uncut Hindu Cock was in Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim’s extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim was already sucking Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand’s Uncut Hindu Prick violently.
She was aggressive absolutely.*
It started when Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had approached me.
I studied the beautiful woman with interest.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm returned my gaze with bright green eyes.
There was a hard glitter in those green eyes.
But it softened to a twinkle gradually.
“I haven’t killed anyone, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. Not yet, at least. Yet never make the mistake of thinking me a peaceful sophisticated Musalmān lady that sits by the fire and knits. I’m certainly not that one. I’m a hard bitten hellion instead.”
I smiled.
“Thanks for telling me.”
“I can’t lie to my lawyer if I really want him to protect me. Can I?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled, now meaningfully and seductively at me.
I winked at her.
“Protect you from what?”
“From my own younger brother Muħammad Ůsmān and my own son, Muħammad bin Qāsim.”
“What?”
“Surprised?”
“Shouldn’t I?”
“They say you are specialist in Musalmān Beauties.”
“Well?”
“Most of the Musalmīn, you call Pseudo Musalmīn, are not highly educated. It’s natural, therefore, that they can’t get good respectful jobs. They have to resort to lower and criminal activities consequently.”
“I know that.”
“Sure, my younger brother, Muħammad Ůsmān, is an exception. He is highly educated yet he is dangerously involved in criminal activities.”
“You said you wanted to see me about a gambling girl.”
“Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.” She said, “She is my daughter.”
“I see.”
“She is a problem girl.”
“I understand.”
“She is twenty eight, PhD, yet she can’t understand how these gambling activities of her may hurt her career and her future.”
“I appreciate your concern.”
“I’ve seen you many times in court, fighting every inch of the way. I was one of the members of the jury. I respect you for it as I am something of a fighter myself.”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“I assist him in his work, whatsoever it may be. Will you please give me your name, age and address?”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm gave Kħadījah Muħammad the required information.
She had lit a cigarette in the meantime.
I watched her carefully.
“Sorry,” she smiled, “I kicked loose from the conventional traces.”
“How long is it so?”
“Since my husband suspected that I might have an extra marital affair with some Hindu.”
“Your husband?”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.”
“You revolted against him?”
“I have my own group of companies, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” she smiled sardonically, “I hate to be dependent even on my husband. It didn’t harm me even a bit. Instead, it helped me to learn how spineless hypocrites my husband and my relatives are. Do you have to go into all that?”
I smiled.
“Okay, at least tell me about her friends.”
“Friends?”Al Nāsirah Al Karīm sighed, “She is very close to two extremely problem girls you know very well.”
“I know very well?”
“Sure, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah and Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ. Who the hell, more than you, knows both of the sexiest bitches?”*
I swallowed her hesitancy and took hold of the hem of her tank top, pulling it up and over her head.
Her bare breasts stood firm and upright, the nipples already hardening in the cool, air-conditioned room.
I looked her up, her cheeks flaming, and felt a trickle of her arousal juice slip down the inside of her thigh as I scrutinized her with admiring eyes.
“You didn’t lie, baby,” I said to Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. “She’s gorgeous. Squeeze your nipples for us, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”
She didn’t know Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ was also with me.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ scooted around until she was on her knees beside me, firmly circling the base of my Uncut Hindu Shaft with her fist as she lowered her mouth around the red, throbbing head.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah watched my legendary Hindu erection disappear inside her best friend’s ardent Musalmān mouth until her chin rested on my Hindu balls, and I was moaning in ecstasy as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ sucked me.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah rolled her hard nipples between her thumb and index fingers, staring directly into my eyes as her knees weakened so much, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could barely stand.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ began to bob up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
The wet, sucking noises Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s beautiful mouth made was only serving to turn Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah on more.
“Take your shorts off.” I gasped. “Ahhh, yes, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …take it all, baby…”
With shaking fingers Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, slipping them down over her hips and letting them fall to the floor.
She shivered in exquisite shame, forcing herself to keep her arms down, as I thoroughly looked her over.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ moaned softly on me, on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She lifted her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth to lap across the head of my pulsing Hindu member and to let to run my lusty black eyes over her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body.
“Do you want to show Durgesh your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?” she asked, pumping my rigid Hindu organ with her firmly closed Musalmān fist.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth watered watching Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ stroking me.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted that Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth, and pounding into her tight, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot too.
“Yes.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered.
“Say it.”
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wants to show you her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cried hotly, shifting in place and feeling the wetness soak through her silky red panties.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slid them down her legs, tossing them aside with her top and shorts.
I sophisticatedly, yet hungrily still, drank in the sight of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s young, shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Look at that pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said close to my ear. “You want it, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Do you want to fuck Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?”
“Ohhh yes, baby, yes,” I smiled confidently, watching Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah‘s smooth beautiful Musalmān hand stroking my veined Uncut Hindu Shaft.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stood silently, aching to take my thick Hindu meat deep inside her throbbing Musalmān sex.
“Turn around.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ commanded.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah did as she was asked, swallowing hard and wondering what was next as dead silence fell.
What were we doing?
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gasped.
Her breathing was shallow and loud in the surrounding quietness.
“Bend over, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hesitated momentarily before slowly complying, leaning her palms on the chair in front of her for support.
“Set your feet wide apart.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ added.
Her heart thudded in her chest as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stood there bent over at the waist, waiting, her wet slit in view for her Hindu lover Durgesh.
“Reach underneath yourself and spread your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt open for us.” Her best friend ordered breathlessly.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah slipped her hand between her thighs, her fingers shaking as she spread her swollen lips apart.
Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot juice trickled down the back of her hand and the inside of her thighs with the intensity of her lust.
“Allah, yā Allah! Oh, God,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah groaned. “Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wants you to bury your Uncut Hindu Lund in her!”
I smiled.
“Yes…” she repeated, “Durgesh darling, fuck me…fuck me, please!”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered, turning to look at me.
“Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …I want Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund inside me…”
“Mmmm, not yet.” Her lover smiled.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ stood and undressed, asking me to stand and do the same.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah rubbed her ravenous ardent Musalmān clit in firm circles as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and I approached her.
I knelt behind Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ settled with her thighs wide open on the chair in front of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gazed lustily at Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s wet, pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was quivering in anticipation of my Hindu male lips.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah bit off her cry of pleasure as I buried my warm Hindu mouth in her ravenous Musalmān mound.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s own tongue delved deep into Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s tightening fuck hole.
Her thumbs pulled her lips apart to gain more access to the moist folds of her sex.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s nose nuzzled against her hard clit as she expertly tongued Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.
“How does it feel to have Durgesh penising you, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ asked softly, her fingers tangling in her thick hair.
All Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could give in response was a guttural moan as my hot Uncut Hindu Lund stabbed at her engorged Musalmān clitoris.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ smiled.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah urgently pulled her face into Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s soaking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, humming in pleasure as she flicked her tongue against Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s swollen button.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ held tightly to her fistful of her hair, grinding her sopping, steaming center into her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth while Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah slurped her juices.
Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! God, she tasted good!
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was overwhelmed.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot contracted as she neared orgasm.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s mouth continued the assault on her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Her tongue swept over her ravenous ardent Musalmān clit, flicking it and teasing it before plunging inside her juicy hole.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s cries of pleasure grew louder.
Her fists tugged frantically in her hair as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah ate Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.
“More…more…yes, eat me!” She gasped. “Eat my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah! Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah, Subħān Allah, Oh, God…make me cummmm…”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ pushed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt into Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s mouth, moaning low in her throat.
“Fuck me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! !” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cried.
So hot was Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah that she was close to tears. “Please…put your Uncut Hindu Lund inside me, Durgesh!”*
I smiled,
“Ms. Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, I’d like to know something about your background. Okay, go ahead. You are doing fine―So you kicked over the traces?”
“Yes. And I am getting worse every year. My husband, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s relatives think I’m a brand for the burning―and I don’t give a damn what they think! You hear a lot about people who are afraid to die. Well, they are nothing compared to the ones who are afraid to live.”
“Yes,” I smiled, “I agree with you. Even if it is possible to progress, most of us human beings don’t want to go through the tedious utmost necessary to progress. The inertia in them is so prevalent that not even a creature of gutter wants to do anything to come out of the gutter. It deliberately and knowingly develops a life style to suit its inertia. It compromises with the gutter life only to avoid doing something it isn’t habitual of.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled.
“I see. You’ve too given a lot of thought to it, young man.”
“Well, I believe in ‘Ut dévā avhitam dévā unnayathā punah’, ‘Indr, préhi purastvam’, ‘Udyānam té purush, nāvyānam’, ‘Utkrāmātah, purush, māvpatthā’…”
“Well, well, well, Allah Allah, young man. I’m a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman. I don’t know your Vedic Sanskr’t.”
I smiled.
“I’m sorry. I mean…”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm raised her right hand,
“It’s alright. As it happens, I do understand your Vedic Sanskr’t too.”
“What?” now I was surprised.
“Surprised?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled enjoying my utter surprise very much.
“Well,”
“Don’t be. My daughter Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim loves a Vedic Monotheist Hindu, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. I wanted to understand why you Vedic Monotheist Hindus are so successful with us educated Musalmān Beauties that we are even cuckolding our Musalmān husbands for you. My best friend, philosopher and guide, Nāzimah Yåqub, has even gone to the extent that she is living a life of Polyandry with at least the three of you Hindus Brahmā Vishñu Mahesh: Brahmdév Sharmā, Vishñu Nārāyañ and Mahéshvar Bachhalyā.”
I smiled empathetically.
Nāzimah Yåqub wasn’t unknown to me.
She was now the new managing director of Yåqūb group of companies.
Brahmdév Sharmā, Vishñu Nārāyañ and Mahéshvar Bachhalyā were her most loyal directors now in her Yåqūb group of companies.
Muħammad Yåqūb, her husband, was now her cuckolded assistant only.
“Mahéshvar Bachhalyā wanted you to learn Vedic Sanskr’t?” I smiled.
“No, but I wanted to impress Nāzimah Yåqub that I also know Vedic Sanskr’t. My daughter Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim is also happy that I’m so interested in her Hindu lover’s psychology.”
“That’s very brilliant of you Ms. Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.” I appreciated her.
“Thank you. The people, who go through life just making motions―and conventional motions at that, are mostly afraid to live. My relatives think I’ve started Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim on the downward path.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm laughed contemptuously.*
I didn’t need another word more.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah shivered in delicious wanting as I grabbed her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips, her hands clenching into fists as I put the head of my thick Uncut Hindu Lund against her horny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt hole.
I slid it forward, teasingly, pushing it between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot lips as my veined Uncut Hindu Shaft scorched every straining nerve ending.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah shoved her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips back, silently begging for my pulsating Hindu member inside her heated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Vagina.
“Put it in her,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ whimpered. “Give it to her, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!”
With that, I buried my rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside her tight, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, drawing an animal groan from the pit of her stomach.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah felt completely filled, my thickness stretching her open far beyond.
My fingers dug into the groove of her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips as I pulled me back into my violent Hindu fuck thrusts.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ‘s mound humped faster into Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth, her juices running steadily unto her tongue.
“Fuck yes, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…yesss…eat her baby girl…” I breathed. “Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, baby, I’m going to cum inside you…”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ arched sharply, screaming in pleasure as she began to cum.
“Yes! Do you want Durgesh‘s Hindu cum in you, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah? Tell me you want it!”
“Yes…please… Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! cum inside me!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah panted.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was slamming into her bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
“I want your Hindu cum inside me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”
“Okay, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah …ahhh yes…I’m cummmming!” I penetrated her deepest.
A shock of intense, body-shuddering pleasure exploded inside Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, squeezing and contracting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt muscles like a glove around my raging Uncut Hindu Prick.
I tightened my grip on her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips triumphantly giving a final deep thrust.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, I’m cumming…cumming inside you, baby…cumming in your tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!” I cried as I filled her with streams of my hot Hindu seed.
Her knees gave out and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah fell forward.
I followed her with a soft grunt.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ giggled and stroked sweaty hair away from her face, her pretty face suddenly freezing.
“Naåīm Sheikħ ‘ is home!” she whispered.
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Chapter 6
Durgesh Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī
I smiled.
“Don’t want to tell me?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī watched me cunningly.
She wrapped her extremely beautiful nude legs around my nude Hindu male waist.
I found myself penetrating Hudā more,
“Well, I asked Muħammad bin Qāsim a few questions in order to get the picture.”
“And then?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.
I too smiled niftily.
“Then I told your foolish cousin to go to hell. I hate blackmailers.”
Hudā nodded.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was passionately, yet somewhat wildly, visiting the now successful defense attorney’s tight Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Now, what is your legal opinion?”
“Well, well, well.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī laughed, “Don’t tell me you really need that. Everyone says you are a legal wizard in almost every country’s penal code.”
“A second opinion should always be taken, Hudā darling. Sometimes we are overconfident and consequently we overlook some vital point thereof.”
“I don’t think my over ambitious cousin, Muħammad bin Qāsim, has a leg to stand on legally. He certainly wanted to score on Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah when he sent his agent to her. But it was unfortunate for Muħammad bin Qāsim that Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah had her account in HVSI Bank. His contract lapsed five months ago.”
“You are right.”
“I think there has been an abandonment of the premises.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled gravely squeezing the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Penis contracting her vaginal muscles, “I think there has been a termination of the lease by a mutual implied consent.”
“I don’t think the particular lease in question permits your over smart cousin, Muħammad bin Qāsim, to cure his default in the payment of rent, even if there hasn’t been any abandonment or mutual termination by implied consent.” I said gravely.
“And suppose, Muħammad bin Qāsim goes to court?”
“Against me? Against HVSI? I don’t think he’s a fool enough to do so.”
“But if he is?”
“Then we can lick your cousin.”
“How long?”
I smiled meaningfully, and kept fucking her, without answering.
“Go ahead,” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī said, “Won’t you let even me know of what you really are planning to do? You are not only a barrister; you are a businessman as well. Besides, you have a large number of the best legal brains of the time under HVS Law Internationals. It all helped you building a most successful financial empire too, as well as a spiritual empire, a Sex Empire and a political empire too.”*
I smiled sumptuously.
“Well, of course, it depends somewhat on the amount of opposition we meet, whether Muħammad bin Qāsim is simply running a naked bluff or whether he is willing to spend some money to try and hold us up.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī watched me scrutinizing.
“I think I know my cousin enough, at least to know that he’d spend some money to try and hold us up.”
“In that case, he’d lose his money too, as well as the case.” I announced firmly.
“You’ll see to it?”
“I’ll see to it. You’re damn right.”
“Allah bless the damnfool Muħammad bin Qāsim.”
I winked at her and increased my pace.
We enjoyed our lovemaking silently for some time.
Then I said.
“I keep so many firms of confidential investigators under retainer. Whenever a thing of this sort crops up, I try to find out something of the nature of the person I’m dealing with.”
Hudā deliberately kept silence.
Muħammad bin Qāsim, her cousin was foolish, she knew.
But he was such a fool that he would fight a court case against HVSI, and me she didn’t know.
I never lost a case, she knew.
HVSI, under my Life Chairmanship enjoyed the same reputation.
Well, let the idiot learn the hard way.
What the hell she could do?
Muħammad bin Qāsim’s own real sister, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, herself was my Live in Relationship Partner.
When even Al Zakāt Al Qāsim couldn’t explain him that, I was insurmountable, let him learn the hard way, himself.
I allowed her enough time to digest what I said.
Then I said.
“Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah did the right thing to retain you in the matter, Hudā. I’ve too many cases involving the life and death of so many Musalmān damsels in distress. I might don’t have enough time to represent her in this matter. However, we can still discuss it every now and then, and you can get my guidance even whenever it’s needed.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī nodded.*
I went on.
“Your cousin, Muħammad bin Qāsim, is a promoter. He is shrewd as well as Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is concerned, but not as shrewd even as Ruqayyah’s younger sister Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah is.”
Hudā watched me appreciatively.
The entire scene when Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah came to her law office whirled in front of Hudā’s extremely beautiful eyes:
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah determinedly pushed open the door marked ‘Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, Attorney at Law, Entrance’, and then held the door for Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah lagged behind somewhat dubiously.
Of course, she hadn’t taken the five hundred dollars Muħammad bin Qāsim had sent to her so shrewdly.
He couldn’t dare to take advantage of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah so cleverly.
Why?
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah is shrewder than Muħammad bin Qāsim.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah is shrewder than Muħammad Ůsmān too.
Muħammad Ůsmān also is usually afraid of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
But neither Muħammad bin Qāsim nor Muħammad Ůsmān is afraid of Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.
Both of them daringly try to deceive her.
When the hell Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah would learn to build an image of her so that no person like Muħammad bin Qāsim and Muħammad Ůsmān ever dare to try to cheat on her.
When the hell Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah would learn to live her life independently?
At five minutes before three in the afternoon, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah had entered the one of the hugest buildings of HVSI in Ved Nagar.
It was the building of HVSI Bank.
As though her entrance had been an anticipated signal, a man in the dark blue pin stripe single breasted took from his breast pocket a leather wallet.
The wallet had worn shiny from much use.
Confidently and quite purposefully, he walked toward the line where Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah was standing.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah was immediately all-alert.
She knew that man.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had deliberately shown her Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.
“Be aware of this young man, Bājī.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had said, “He is Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. He is the real brain behind the meteoric success of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company. There are rumors now that he is the next managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim deliberately planned to marry his daughter, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, to Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. He is Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s eldest sister’s son.”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s eldest sister’s son? Al Zubaydah Al Qāsim has married a Hindu?” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah had asked.
“Sure. So many of us Musalmān Beauties are marrying now Hindus. The Pseudo Musalmīn have ultimately disappointed us Musalmān Beauties to the extent.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah frowned abstractedly, absent mindedly, at the clock on the far wall.
It was an act however hopefully deceiving Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.
She wasn’t certain however that it would.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was an immensely communal Pseudo Musalmān.
He couldn’t marry one of his daughters to a Hindu if the Hindu wasn’t essential for his Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.
The Hindus are very shrewd.
Mahā Bhārat had already made them shrewder than the non-Hindus.
Divý Itihās, Durgesh Allah Durgesh Fātimah Durgesh Åāýéshah, has made them shrewdest.
Durgesh is the shrewdest man she has ever known in the entire history of humankind.
He is incredible.
He is a miracle.
Sometimes she doubts even whether whatever she hears of Durgesh is really true.
Aren’t Hindus experts in spreading rumors benevolent to themselves?
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled deliberately.
The line before the teller’s window shuffled slowly forward.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah kept place with it.
She was looking up at the clock, from time to time, in the manner of one who was accustomed to devote an increasing amount of mental energy necessarily to rearranging the pattern of life, yet still finds the responsibility too great a strain.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, in the blue pin stripe, moved up.
He was a cheerful faced young man.
She could easily have been deceived by his harmless, confidence generating appearance if Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah hadn’t warned her already.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was very smart.
Why the hell Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah wasn’t?
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was in his early thirties.
Or, at least it was what he looked.
Durgesh also looked in his early thirties always.
Yet, he claims to be sixty-three himself.
The appearance of these Vedic Monotheist Hindus is always deceptive.
Is their claim of truthfulness of Eīshān Vigyān really true?
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was wide-awake.
A keen student of character, such as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and Durgesh were, would have classified Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand as a savage, vicious little fighter who was capable even to stand up in an aggressive toe-to-toe slugging match, yet even then he’d wait for the opportunity he wanted, then be quick to seize the advantage.
That’s why he was so successful.
HVSI has given all the Vedic Monotheist Hindus the perfect training how to live in the today’s ultra-modern world successfully.
They never waste their precious time as the ever foolish, ever childish, ever over religious Pseudo Musalmīn do.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was one of the persons that would ruthlessly exterminate his opponent if his opponent ever went down.
But he was even capable never to run for cover if his opponent didn’t go down.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was as a crooked and as an opportunist as Durgesh himself was.
Yet, both of them never used these wonderful skills of them to harm the persons who were good.
They gave themselves every advantage, specializing in gouging and kicking the bad persons even below the belt, remorselessly.
That was the mystery of their meteoric incredulous success.
HVSI trained its members similarly always.
It never compromised with the evil doers.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand moved up to stand beside Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah in the line.*
The fingers of his left hand suddenly shoved five one-hundred-dollar bills into Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hand.
“Here you are Ms. Muħammad Åbdullah.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled disarmingly.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hand automatically threw the money like a hot potato.
Thanks Allah.
Her subconscious mind again saved her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was smart enough to train her subconscious mind, instead of training Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.
She knew Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah might lag behind, but not her subconscious mind ever.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah looked down at it with the bewildered expression of one emerging from a sleep that has been troubled by some annoying dream.
Allah!
And she thought she was all-alert now.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah turned her eyes to the handsome face of Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand in the dark suit.
The man behind Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah growled.
“You can’t double up this way. Get back behind me at the end of the line.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah’s voice had once been well modulated.
Now it was getting slightly harsh as she found it necessary to cope with more and more annoying factors in life.
“What’s this? Who the hell are you?” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah asked indignantly.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled confidently, triumphantly somewhat.
“I’m an agent for Muħammad bin Qāsim. This is five months’ deferred drilling payments under our oil lease on your property at Ved Nagar. Sign this receipt, please. Right here on the dotted line. Here’s a pen.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand whipped a receipt book from his pocket.
He snapped back the cover and held the blanks where Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah could see them.*
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.
“Smart strategy. Isn’t it Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand? After showing absolutely no interest at all for complete five months, Muħammad bin Qāsim deputes his Hindu Jījū, his over smart Hindu brother in law, the next managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, to renew the lease in this way, in front of these valuable witnesses. Whose idea it was? Not Muħammad bin Qāsim’s I think. It must be your own suggestion to the damnfool. Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim requested you to help her foolish brother? How the hell a Vedic Monotheist Hindu can regret to his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife? I sympathize with you, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
“Umm-Al-Åālmīn, I’m sorry. But I think you can understand my predicament.”
“Love Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim very much?”
“Very much.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled unashamedly.
“Too beautiful?”
“Beyond belief.”
“You idiot, her beauty is actually in your brain. Everyone isn’t as crazy of her, as you are.”
“Tell it to Durgesh also about you dazzling Musalmān Beauties.”
“You are doing it to prove that Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company need you more than you need Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah charged Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.
“Even if you are right, why shouldn’t I do it?”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim has abandoned the property.”
“Oh, no. He hasn’t.”
“Your foolish Musalmān sālā certainly has.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled tartly, “He hasn’t done anything with it for months.”
“I’m making the payment covering deferred drilling. A hundred dollars a month. Isn’t that right?”
“That’s the rate only, you over smart. He had to pay it every month, however, if he wanted to hold the property.”
“Oh, no, Umm-Al-Åālmīn,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand cooed very respectfully, “the lease provided that Muħammad bin Qāsim, my sālā, must pay at that rate every month to keep his drilling rights. Yet there’s another paragraph too that provided that any covenant of any sort in which either party has been in default can be fully performed by the party obligated, at any time within six months, unless in the meantime the lease has been terminated by written notice. You’d better read your lease.”*
The line moved forward.
Automatically Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah moved forward with it.
The man behind Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah said to her,
“Don’t take it.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
“I want a receipt.”
“Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, you don’t really think I’m that damnfool. Do you?” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.
“No, but I think you are that honest, Umm-Al-Åālmīn.”
“Of course, I’m that honest. But as a policy, I’m honest with the honest persons only. My Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, is annoyed if I were ever impractical enough to be honest with dishonest ones. ”
“That’s why you sold your property to HVSI even while it was under lease to Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company?”
“A property that was not paying any money to us.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah amended Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand curtly, “You stopped paying rent. Moreover, there weren’t any drilling activities for five continuous months. Why the hell shouldn’t we sell it if we get an excellent price for it?”
“The property was not sold to get the excellent price.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand laughed, “It was sold to provide optimum money to your cousin, Al Tihārat Al Islam, so that she could move in the high society of Ved Nagar to get an appropriate husband for her.”
“I see. You have investigated it fully? And when your dishonest Musalmān sālā, Muħammad bin Qāsim, learned the property has been sold, he has managed to depute you to get for him any share of the sale if he can?”
“Umm-Al-Åālmīn, that’s called business, not dishonesty.”
“The law doesn’t agree with you.”
“On the contrary, the law doesn’t agree with you, Umm-Al-Åālmīn. You signed even the papers two weeks ago without giving any legal notice to Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company. Didn’t you?”
“We own the property, my boy.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah said patronizingly, “We can sell it anytime to anyone whenever we damn please. Go and try to renew your lease with the new owner of the property, if you can. As far as we are concerned your foolish Musalmān sālā Muħammad bin Qāsim abandoned it since five months with no drilling activities whatsoever and not paying any rent for the lease.”
“Does the new owner of the property know about the lease on it?”
“We are not as dishonest and insincere in our dealings as your Musalmān sālā, Muħammad bin Qāsim, is.”
“Well, Mr. Muħammad bin Qāsim doesn’t care anything about it. This is five months’ back rent at one hundred dollars a month―deferred drilling payments. Our lease is with you. You can square things with the other people.”
“If you think I’d accept it, you are crazy.”
“Why won’t you accept it?”
“You know very well. The property is sold since.”
“HVSI has bought it?”
“You know it very well yourself. That’s why your Musalmān sālā, Muħammad bin Qāsim, has suddenly come into action to get something out of the sale of the property if he can.”
Almost reluctantly, the man in the blue pin stripe suit, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, took back the five hundred dollars.
He turned to the man standing in line just behind Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah,
“Would you mind giving me your card, gentleman? I may need a witness.”
The man scowled.
“It’s none of my business. Quit picking on a woman. Shame on you.”
The line moved up, paused, moved again.
“Just a card.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled politely, “All I want is your name and address.”
The last man in the line hesitated a moment then produced a card.
The woman in front of Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah picked up the money that the assistant cashier shoved through the wicket.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah moved into position before the window.
Ved Prakāsh, the bank official, appeared.
He was summoned by the guard.
The guard had actually summoned the Branch Manager.
Coincidentally, Ved Prakāsh, the Financial Administrator of HVSI, was present there.
The Branch Manager was also with his superior.
Ved Prakāsh, the Financial Administrator of HVSI, sized up the faces of the three people that clustered about the window.
Then he asked patiently.
“What’s the trouble, Bhābhījān?”
“Oh, Ved Prakāsh, you? Nothing.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah tried to smile, “I wanted to make a deposit. This gentleman is forcing me to take five hundred dollars.”
“Forcing? What do you mean? Let me please handle it. You mustn’t be here in the line. You should have contacted with the manager, Bhābhī.”
“Well, I thought…”
“You please give me the money. We’d deposit it. You please go with the Branch Manager to his chamber. Dévésh, please escort her to your chamber. Will you please?”
“Sure, sir. Umm-Al-Åālmīn, this way please.” Dévésh, the Branch Manager, requested Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Bhābhī,” Ved Prakāsh, the Financial Administrator of HVSI, complained to Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, “Bhaiyā would never appreciate it. You must never do it again. Please.”
“Well,” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah tried to smile, “Ved Prakāsh, I never imagined…”
“Send someone else. Call me if nobody else is available.”
“Sorry.”
“You must be careful, Bhābhī.”
“Yes, I think so, now. Please don’t tell your Bhaiyā that…”
“That’s impossible. I would personally escort you now to Bhaiyā himself. Let him discipline me too as well.”
“Ved Prakāsh…”
“Sorry, Bhābhī, it’s all now beyond my hands.”
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