VED NAGAR: 62

Midterm 2012

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

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Chapter 62

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Imām Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd
Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus
The Seminar

Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā ascended the bench.
“This is the matter of the conservator for the estate of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.” He said, “The Court stated at the time of making the order that the Court might require additional evidence from time to time and was keeping the matter open.
“The Court now wants to hear additional evidence. Mr. Durgesh, you are fucking both the parties now. You have claimed you have something to present?”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd smiled at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
I was fucking both of them.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was smiling cunningly.
Yet, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was too quite confident.
After all, I was fucking Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd too.
She knew very well until now, none could harm her in any way whatsoever when she is in my nude Hindu lap and I was fucking her.
She didn’t know if her Panjvaqtah Namāz really made her genital organ a rheostat or not.
She didn’t know either if my Stavans really made my Uncut Hindu Cock an electromagnetic bar magnet or not.
But she knew she was actually insurmountable when she had my Uncut Hindu Cock into her ardent Musalmān Cunt.
How?
Neither she could explain it beyond all reasonable doubt nor she damn cared.
Why the hell should she?
Let Durgesh explain.
Isn’t he practically her husband now?

I looked gravely at Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā,
“I do have to present something, your honor.”
“Witness or affidavits?”
“I have an affidavit from my Live in relationship partner, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, the niece of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. It states that up to three months ago, when she was persuaded to take a long ocean voyage, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was in good mental health and in possession of all of his faculties. Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, my Live in relationship partner now, left Al Muħammad Al Qāsim in his house. Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s half/real brother was visiting Al Muħammad Al Qāsim then with his wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, now my another Live in relationship partner. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s two sisters, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim with her husband Vikram Bachhalyā and Al Lubnā Al Qāsim with her husband Pratāp Bachhalyā were also visiting him at the same time. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s daughter, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim was too there with her husband, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
I paused for a moment, looked at Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, surveyed the audience, and went on,
“Your honor, I have another affidavit from Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah, of the Anjuman-e-Islamiyah Bank. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has kept his account there for many years. In his affidavit, Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah has stated that in his opinion, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is thoroughly competent; that he has always shown good business judgment in handling all of his affairs; that his properties have grown in value over the years; that he has made shrewd business investments; that my Live in relationship partner, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, has always had his best interests at heart and has made a very efficient manager.
“This affidavit of Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah, further states that from the moment Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was persuaded to take a trip, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs started nosing around, trying to get information about Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s personal financial affairs, trying to wheedle information out of the bank on the pretext that Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was ill.
“The affidavit states that Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah called Al Muħammad Al Qāsim on the phone and that Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s manner was perfectly normal and his business judgment very sound.
“On the strength of the showing I am about to make, your honor, I suggest that the conservatorship be vacated; or, if there is any necessity for a conservator, that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, who has now returned from her trip, is much better qualified to act conservator than is Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
“And as a part of my showing, I desire to call the present conservator, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, as a witness.”*

Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled in my lap.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā frowned down at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
He was especially requested by his government, United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations Government to deal with this legal problem.
“But, your Excellency,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā had protested to Padminī Bhārgav, “Ved Nagar is not our jurisdiction.”
“You are especially requested by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself to deal with this case, Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā,” Padminī Bhārgav pushed her ever gorgeous ever attractive ever white ever pink Bhārgav Brāhmañ female buttocks into my nude Hindu male Bachhalyā lap and swallowed my entire Bachhalyā Lund into her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Cunt, “The firm legal attitude you have shown in the cases on Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act have made you one of the most popular legal mind that put the constitutional supremacy paramount in his decisions.”
“I thank you, Bhārgav Brahm Jagdambā,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā controlled himself.
He always hated dirty politics and even dirtier politicians.
That was why he was still a judge, while even his wives and sisters were at least Justices in various high courts of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
But his latest attitude towards his own Brahm Padminī wives on Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act has made him so popular everywhere that almost every government now wanted his judicial services.
Padminī Bhārgav had herself honored him personally and promoted him directly to the Chief Justice of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
He was also nominated for the Āpt Sadan, the House of Excellence of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
He was suddenly declared the ever best legal mind United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations had.
“Congratulations,” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý put her nude Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ legs on my shoulders and congratulated him, “you are being reimbursed now for your Brahm Padminī wives you so righteously surrendered to Durgesh without even a single protest whatsoever.”
“It was my duty, Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā said cautiously, “thank you, however.”
“Her next movement will be Brahm Chitrañī Brahm Jagdambā Movement,” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý said, “prepare yourself to surrender your Brahm Chitrañī wives too, to Durgesh. You’ll get promoted to even the Chief Justice of Multiversal Supreme Court.”
“Then it would be Brahm Shankhinī Brahm Jagdambā movement, and ultimately it would be Brahm Hastinī Brahm Jagdambā movement too.” Justice Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý too laughed sarcastically, “Padminī Bhārgav wants every Brāhmañ Beauty to be a Brahm Jagdambā ultimately. She wants Brāhmañ Muslimāt Durgesh Brahm Jagdambā Social System here in United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. She is against even Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Social System as it exists today.”
“And even our ever humane husband Durgesh is supporting his ever faithful Bhārgav Brāhmañ wife, Padminī Bhārgav, in this matter. It would end the ever unconquerable political supremacy of the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus can easily replace the Bachhalyās in the Multiversal Politics.” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý said curtly, “Durgesh is dreaming of amending the ever persistent time slot of Brāhm Kalp.”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā smiled politely,
“And what about then, of Infinite BrāhmKalp Movement ?”*

Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý squirmed in nude Bachhalyā male lap and squeezed her Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ vaginal muscles around my ever strong ever utmost powerful Bachhalyā Lund.
I hated to use Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Bījāxars.
But couldn’t do anything about it.
The eternal Multiversal scientific system of time cycle had digested Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Bījāxars in ever first Brāhm Kalp.
Almost infinite Brāhm Kalp had passed now with these Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Bījāxars repeated endlessly.
Now, it was not easy to change these Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Bījāxars without disturbing the entire time cycle of almost ever infinite Brāhm Kalp.
“Infinite BrāhmKalp Movement ?” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý smiled sarcastically, “That’s not Durgesh’s problem. Ask Padminī Bhārgav about it.”
I pushed my Bachhalyā Lund deepest into Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý’s Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ Cunt.
“Sālī,” I said under my breath acidly, “you were against Padminī Bhārgav, you said.”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý laughed cunningly.*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched every person present in the Seminar.
“I welcome every one of you here in the Seminar. I hope we have successfully deceived our opponents that we are here on the Yacht to discuss a disputed business matter of an island, not to attend this Seminar.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan raised her hand.
“Yes, you want to ask something?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan looked at her.
“Only one thing, Abbū. Why the hell we are so afraid of our opponents?”*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan patiently looked at his daughter.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, we are not afraid of anyone. We want not to urge the ever blood thirsty animals to massacre a large number of innocent persons once more.”
“We have already cuckolded them, Abbū.”
“Not every one of them, no.”
“Even then, most of them.”
“Because you want to establish your dream Ummat Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan charged her.
“The reason is not important, Abbū, the result is important.”
“I don’t think so.” I said gravely, “I agree with Abbū, instead.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at me angrily.
“That’s no news to me. You never agreed with me in any of my Seven Movements.”
“Because none of them is beneficial to humanity in the long run.”
“Long run?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed bitterly, “Long run? What about the present, my dear ever over humane Hindu husband?”*

I smiled cunningly.
“What’s there about present you want to discuss, in this seminar called by our lifetime president, Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, my ever over enthusiast young Musalmān wife of thirty four years only? Aren’t you already doing everything you can to establish your Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was furious.
“I have to discuss it that you should stop opposing my Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. In fact you should stop opposing my entire Seven Movements. It’s against humanity.”
“I don’t think so.” I smiled gravely, “In Ved Nagar, we are establishing absolute Democracy. Why?”
“Why?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly herself.
She was becoming more and more confident now.
Padminī Bhārgav was with her now.
Durgesh has only Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī Dīdī with him now.
These ever Utopian Idealists!
They never try to understand the basic inherent human psychology.
They want to treat animals even on their over humane criteria.
Durgesh repeats so many times:

‘Vitishŧhantām māturasyā upasthānnānārūpā pashavo jāýmānāh.
Sumangalyup sīdémamagnim sampatnī pratibhūshéh dévān.’

‘Let there come forth from the genital organ of this mother, animals of various forms, being born.
Well doing woman, sit by the man leading to light. Proper wife, ornamentize here the divine ones.’
̶ Ved: Atharv Ved: 14|2|25

Yet, when the matter of practical behavior with these ‘pashavo jāýmānāh’ these animals of various forms’ comes, Durgesh almost invariably supports his ever faithful father in law, her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Durgesh is blind whenever her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, comes before him.
He says, ‘Never take any decision whatsoever emotionally’, but he himself, Durgesh the greatest, is never impassive about her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Durgesh respects her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, perhaps even more than himself.
He has blind faith in her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Is it right?
Can it be right ever?
Nonsense.*

I replied her curtly.
“Because Democracy is the only intelligent way to live our life enjoying it optimum.”
“We humankind are not all knowing, Naåīmah ,” her father, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, smiled at his ever ambitious daughter explaining her what I did really mean, “neither anyone of us ever can be. That’s why Autocracy is never an intelligent form of governance for us ever something unknowing humankind, neither in our own family nor in any organization whatsoever whether political or else.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed ironically.
“You are speaking my ever over humane Hindu husband, Durgesh’s, language now, Abbū, almost entirely. Aren’t you?”
“Naåīmah ,” Imām Muħammad Ħasan addressed her helplessly, “Try to understand, child,”
“I’m sorry, Abbū,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said gravely, “I agree with Durgesh, my ever over humane Hindu husband, in another matter, never in the matter we are discussing at present. I think Durgesh and you both are actually Utopian Idealists.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan raised her right hand,
“Just listen to me, please. You both have crossed the sixty years of your life already. The realities you both started to study when you both were Just Eighteen Just Adult have changed in these sixty plus years drastically.”
“And, we, even Durgesh, haven’t updating ourselves continuously, nonstop? Nonsense. For what another reason we had raised our organizations, ab initio? Nonsense.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan was furious.*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled patiently, respectfully.
“I respect you both, Abbū, very much. Durgesh never approached me sexually. It was I who seduced him myself constantly nonstop. Durgesh, as my husband, is my own choice. My parents have not chosen Durgesh as my life partner.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled patronizingly.
“I’m glad you still think so, my ever utmost successful diplomatic child,”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at her father, suddenly all alert.
“What do you mean, Durgesh isn’t my own chosen husband?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled patiently.
“Of course, Durgesh is your own chosen husband. But it was not initially planned by you. Your Abbū planned it initially. It was my dream, my child, that you get Durgesh as your husband.”
“I…I can’t believe you, Abbū,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan whispered incredulously.*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Most of the children today, think they succeed due to their hard work, their extraordinary intelligence, prudence and attitude. Their parents don’t have anything to do with their meteoric success, if it is there.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan carefully.
“And the children today are not right in thinking so?”
“There are some children of Durgesh who are, all of them, computer wizards today.”
“Oh,”
“They think it’s their hard, intelligent and brilliant work only that has made them so successful.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said.
“And they are mistaken?”
“Not entirely.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan acknowledged patiently, sophisticated and with dignity, “Of course, they worked hard and their work was even intelligent and brilliant too, but it was not their own dream, Durgesh dreamed of it for them and provided the initial computers and computer books to them. There were no toys, no other play tools for them. They had only one thing to play with, their computers and the computer books to read.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan gravely.
“What do you want to say?”
“Why don’t you draw your own conclusion, my child? You are perfectly intelligent to draw it, aren’t you?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t say anything for some time.
She watched her father scrutinizing him patiently.
“Well?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled at his ever ambitious, ever utmost successful daughter.
What a tragedy, she thought she did it alone.
There was nothing her parents had contributed in it.*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan controlled herself and smiled at Imām Muħammad Ħasan, gravely.
“Abbū, I don’t say that you haven’t done anything for me. I understand what you want to say about Durgesh’s those particular children. They are of almost the same age group, I belong to. I am somewhat their mother friend now. Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī herself introduced me to them.”
“Oh,”
“They themselves never said that Durgesh has never done anything for them. It was their childish mistake first, they regret of now.”
“I see.”
“I never said, similarly, that you haven’t done anything for me.”
“I understand.”
“What I am telling to you, is that the realities are not now as they were when Durgesh and you both were young, Just Eighteen Just Adult. The realities have changed since, drastically, in every field.”
“I’m listening to.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said gravely, “Moreover, we both have something more you don’t have. You can’t compete with any of us in that ever.”
“The experiences Durgesh and you have?”
“The experiences Durgesh and I have.”
“That’s why I said the realities have changed drastically since. Your experiences belong to the realities that don’t exist any more. In these new realities we need new young brain to cope with them.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“You forget, my child, that however the realities are changed, human experiences are always applicable to them, because human psychology doesn’t change ever so drastically. If it were not so, the history of humankind were never treated so important by everyone, as important it’s being treated ever.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled curtly.
“You both, Durgesh and you, think even the terrorists, criminals and criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn should never be cuckolded. You both are against cuckolding anyone. Why?”
“Because it’s against humanity.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said curtly.
“Are they human?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed ironically.
“What do you mean?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan asked furiously, “they are not human beings even?”
“Do you think Yazīd Malåūn lånat ålayhi was a human being? The Pseudo Musalmīn that were supporting him were human beings? They certainly were NOT. They were under evolved animals who had only a human form, not a human brain. Even Ħazrat Muåāwiyah were an under evolved human being that hadn’t transformed from an animal to a human being to the extent that he could understand what Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had done for Årabs and entire humankind.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan looked at her tartly.
“Naåīmah, it’s blasphemy.”
“No, it’s not. I’m not criticizing either Allah Rabbil Åālmīn, or Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. Ħazrat Muåāwiyah deliberately reported against Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd, Saifullah,razī Allahu tålā ånahu to replace him under a vile conspiracy to establish his own kingdom replacing the Democracy of Islam.”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan tried to say something.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was too impatient to let him.
“In the incidence you referred to, Durgesh, my ever over humane Hindu husband, of course, dreamed of for his children to be computer wizards. He, of course, conceived and planned their future for them. He of course managed to provide them the necessary primary tools too. But, they were Durgesh’s own children themselves who worked hard, who faced every thick and thin and succeeded ultimately despite all the antitheses. Their own struggle isn’t as insignificant as you are trying to imply, Abbū.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled triumphantly.
“I am neither doing any such thing, nor even can imagine to. I am trying to make you realize that it wasn’t any unitary success of Durgesh’s children. It was a joint effort of them with Durgesh too, monitoring them constantly.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at him, acidly.
“Okay, I understand now perfectly what you want to imply to me. Ved Nagar was initially Durgesh’s dream. You found it useful for your dream of being Mustafa Kemal Atatürk of entire Muslim Countries. You wanted Democracy there too, while Durgesh was dreaming of a City State, entirely devoted to Democracy Humanity and Justice. You joined Durgesh. You conceived the rough sketch of Ved Nagar with Durgesh, portrayed in details with him, and even put the appropriate colors in it. But never forget, it was I with my countless supporters, followers and friends, with my entire Seven Movements, that brought your dreams true.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan looked at me smiling.
“Durgesh, my son, tell your Practical Chief Wife, we had ample role for her ever craziest obsession of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. We knew very well she would never compromise below her ever craziest obsession. We made room for it in our original planning and used everything your Practical Chief Wife could provide to bring our ever ambitious dream project of Ved Nagar true. Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, and her Hindu husband, Durgesh, were not born yesterday themselves.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was looking at her Abbū, startled.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.
“You believe in work, Durgesh and I believe in planning and vision. Durgesh said let’s each of us do whatsoever we are good at. We planned and developed the vision and let you work on it. Why the hell should we have worked when you were more anxious even than us, to work on our vision, on our behalf? Durgesh suggested me to let you work and I should only keep watch on you. Wasn’t it more brilliant and intelligent?”

̶ The End of Ved Nagar ̶

Next Volume of Kħātūn-e-Jannat

The Yacht

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam