Ved Nagar: 11

Posted: August 18, 2012 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Arab Slave Trade, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Årab Burdāfaroshs, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Imām Maulānā Saiyad Abul Åālā Mawdūdīrħ, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimahrza, life sciences, Modern Democratic Årabia, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Mustafa Kemāl Atāturk, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Tawħīd Muħammad Ħasan, Taħrīk-e- Islamī, Āyatullah Rūħullah Mustafvī Mūsavī Kħomeinī | 2 Comments

Volume 2

Chapter 11

Durgesh Tawħīd Muħammad Ħasan

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Imām Muħammad Ħasan

Tawħīd Muħammad Ħasan watched the entire Musalmān Beauties present there.

“Try to understand.” Tawħīd Muħammad Ħasan smiled sophisticatedly, “Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah is the only solution to get rid of the ever dominant Time Cycle of Årab Burdāfaroshs. Ab initio, right from the beginning of Årab Time Cycle, Årab Burdāfaroshs are selling us Musalmān Beauties, us Årab Beauties at least, to the Hindus. Whenever Pseudo Musalmīn lose their Bhogyantrānk our selling to Hindus immediately starts. To end this bloody Årab Time Cycle we have to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. Of course, the ever selfish Pseudo Musalmīn would oppose the very concept of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. We can’t expect their cooperation in establishing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. It’s disgraceful to them, but not disgraceful to us Musalmān Beauties ever.”

“They say we promote incest, we promote the end of Ummat-e-Muslimah, we propose the ever cuckolded life for our Musalmān mankind. How it can be accepted ever?” Nāzimah Yåqub smiled.

“Well, what’s wrong in incest?” Tawħīd Muħammad Ħasan smiled aggressively.

Suddenly there was pin drop silence.

None of them was prepared for such a blunt question from Tawħīd Muħammad Ħasan.

She was one of the most important leaders of the new established Democracy in Modern Democratic Årabia.

The ever greatest Taħrīk-e- Islamī of Ħuzūr^s was falling in Saůūdī Årab more and more.

It had been decaying and breaking down for centuries and only one man fully realized that fact.

He was Imām Muħammad Ħasan the greatest after Imām Maulānā Saiyad Abul Åālā Mawdūdī^rħ and Āyatullah Rūħullah Mustafvī Mūsavī Kħomeinī.

He dreamed of being Mustafa Kemāl Atāturk of entire Mumalikat-e-Islāmiyah.

It wasn’t so easy a task.

Fortunately, by the Grace of Allah, Imām Muħammad Ħasan found one of his daughters, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, was extraordinary brilliant, intelligent and smart enough to the extent that almost everyone complimented her calling her As If Reincarnation of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah^rza herself.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan suddenly saw the possibilities of bringing his dreams true.*

The Hindus were obsessed by the ever-incredible ever-enticing beauty of Musalmān Beauties.

Okay, okay.

The Musalmān Beauties were ever interested in ever-sexiest ever-shrewdest Hindus.

Damn it, whatsoever the hell the realty was, Imām Muħammad Ħasan could use this ever incurable obsession of Hindus and the Musalmān Beauties for each other, using the extraordinary talent of his exceptionally smart daughter Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.*

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī smiled.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan noted quite surprised very much that she still appeared not to be more than fifty.

Anyone could only imagine Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was somewhere around forty to forty-five.

The most she could be was fifty.

Not any more.

Allah, he wouldn’t have believed if someone else had told him it.

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī couldn’t be less than eighty/eighty five.

Yet she doubtlessly looked more than forty years younger than Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī actually was.

Was what she claimed true?

Only because Durgesh fucks her, she is gloriously beautiful still now?

How the hell it could be?

Is Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Genital Organ really the Penis Benevolent, Shiv Ling?

Durgesh is really Param Purush, the Absolute Man?

Nonsense!

But then how Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was still so glamorously young?

Imām Muħammad Ħasan wondered briefly if the still mysterious medical technology of Ved Nagar wasn’t behind it.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan claims they’ll have the same mysterious medical technology of Ved Nagar in Makkah Mukarramah too.

Well, he couldn’t believe his own daughter.

She has quite an unwavered faith in Durgesh and Vedic Monotheist Hindus.

Isn’t she in her earlier thirties only?

She has a long way to learn how diplomatic the politicians are ever.

They can’t speak the entire truth ever.

It’s dangerous to their politics.

The common people can’t bear it.

One has to lie to the common people for the common people’s own benefits.

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī smiled.

“Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Naåīmah said you wanted to see me before leaving Makkah Mukarramah. Why?”

“She has honored you by the title of the Mother of Modern Democratic Årabia. I wanted to know how it was.”

“Shouldn’t have you asked your own daughter, Imām Sāħab?” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī smiled disarmingly.*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan deliberately ignored her suggestion.

He didn’t want to accept that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan differed with him in some matters, as important as establishing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah too.

He differed with her even in honoring Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, but for obvious reasons Imām Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t say that.

“I wonder your ever youth my lady.” He managed to say however genuinely appreciating her.

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī laughed.

“Durgesh says it’s due to my being a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lady.”

“That’s very nice of him.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said, “But we know there are so many Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ladies that aren’t so lucky.”

“He says it needs a Shaktimān Hindu Penis in the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān female genital organ to get proper Shaktipāt.”

“Consequently, you entire highly educated sophisticated MusalmānBeauties, irrespective of your age even, have vowed to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah?”

“Isn’t it natural?”

“Durgesh is lying.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said gravely.

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan scrutinizing him carefully.

“We entire Musalmān Beauties don’t think so.”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan deliberately avoided to prolong the discussion.

It wasn’t Makkah Mukarramah.

It wasn’t former Saůūdī Årab.

It wasn’t Modern Democratic Årabia even.

It was Ved Nagar.*

He controlled himself.

“My lady, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, don’t you think Allah Miyān cannot be communal ever, as your Durgesh is?”

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī laughed.

“If Durgesh had been a communal he had never established Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire.”

“Allah tabāruk tålā cannot degrade the Musalmīn to the extent that he would make entire infinite creations on the permanent scientific system that a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān female genital organ would work as a rheostat forever while the male genital organ of a Hindu Shaktimān would work as an electrified magnetic bar. The Hindu electrified magnetic bar that passes through the rheostat always changing the lines of Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān magnetic force with every back and forth motion.”

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī smiled triumphantly.

“On the contrary, I think that’s the exact permanent scientific system established by Allah Rabbil Åālmīn to destroy communalism forever.”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan wasn’t dumbfounded.

Neither he was even surprised even a bit.

He was arguing on the subject ever since his wife Nafīsah Salmān presented the theory in front of him when he only a Mukħtār at Tabah.*

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī stared at Imām Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had warned her.

“He is still communal. He doesn’t differentiate between a communal Criminal/Criminal minded terrorist Musalmān and a true Musalmān that’s an asset to humanity as Ħuzūr^s, Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn^rz, Maulānah Saiyad Abul Åālā Mawdūdī^rħ, Dr. APJ Åbdul Kalām, Sāħir Ludhiyānvī, etc.”

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī smiled.

“I must admit, though, that when I approached the Hindus first, my approach was purely physical, sexual I mean, not scientific.”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan shrugged.

“I appreciate your sincerity and honesty, my lady. But you are not alone. So are we all.”

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was entirely nude on her knees.

I was also nude on my knees behind her.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t resist to appreciate our still excellent still miraculously athletic bodies.

He had seen me fucking his entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies always.

Consequently, my still ever-young ever-athletic Hindu male body was not so surprising for him as the still ever young ever-athletic female Musalmān body of Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī.

She was more than eighty.

My Uncut Hindu Penis was rock hard and proudly visiting the ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt of Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched fascinated.

Well, what’s wrong in it?

Don’t the both of them make a perfect pair?

Who the hell of a Musalmān would marry Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī?

Aren’t the Musalmīn instructed:

‘Alyaum uħill lakumuttayyibātu v’ t’åāmullazīn ūtulkitāb ħillallakum v’ t’åāmukum ħillallahum valmuħsanātu minal Mu’mināti valmuħsanātu minallazīn ūtulkitāb min qablikum izāātaitumūhunn ujūrahunn muħsinīn ghair musāfiħīn v’ lā muttakħizī akħdānin.’

‘This day are all good things made lawful for you. The food of those who have received the Scripture is lawful for you, and your food is lawful for them. And so are the virtuous women of the believers and the virtuous women of those who received the Scripture before you, when ye give them their marriage portions and live with them in honor, not in fornication, nor taking them as secret concubines.’

— Al Qur’an Al Majīd: 5 Al Māedah|5

Why the hell it was so?

Why the All Knowing, Al Ålīmun Al Kħabīrun, Allah tabāruk tålā Rabbil Åālmīn never entrusted the Musalmīn with the responsibility of the women who were not Al Muħsanātu, the virtuous women?

Because He was Al Ålīmun Al Kħabīrun.

He knew very well that the Årabs were burying their daughters alive in the graves.

They kidnapped the beautiful Årab young women from the other Årab Kabīlahs, other Årab tribes and used to auction/sell them as beautiful women slaves to then Indian Hindus that were the richest males then.

The Hindus were thus already taking care of those women who were not Al Muħsanātu.

‘N’ yé divah pr’thivyā antamāpurn māyābhirdhandām paryabhūvan,

Yujam vajram vr’shbhashchakr indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat.’

‘The persons that didn’t reach the end of celestial bodies and earth, neither chagrined by prudences the one that gives wealth all over. Vr’shabh did vajr to ‘yuj’. The controller of organs continuously milked the cows of darkness, with light.’

― Ved: R’gved: 1| 33| 10

‘Udyachchhadhvamap raxo hanāthémām
nārīm SUKR’TE dadhāt.
Dhātā vipashchit patimasyai vivéd,
bhago rājā pur étu prajānan.’

‘Stand up/Raise ye. Smite away the demons. SET THIS WOMAN for WELL DOER. Inspired holder/guardian must know especially the husband for her. The well knowing politician come first/ahead for her genital organ.’
―Ved: 4 Atharv Ved: 14/1/59
If what AlQur’anAl Karīm claims is true, why Ved can’t be the everfirst Book Allah tabāruk tålā has given to the humankind?
They say Durgesh has deliberately translated Ved so that it doesn’t contradict what AlQur’anAl Karīm says.
Not only the traditional Hindus charge Durgesh thus, even some of the Musalmīnare not for behind these communal traditional Hindus.
But even if it’s true, why the hell Musalmīn should oppose Durgesh ever?
Shouldn’t the Musalmīn support Durgesh blindly if Durgesh has really translated Ved deliberately not to contradict what Al Qur’an Al Karīm proposes?

There was nothing too exotic, too unusual, about the ground car.
There were two seats in tandem.
Each of that could hold three.
There were doors at each end of each seat.
The glossy sections that might ordinarily have been windows were black and opaque.
It was undoubtedly because of appropriate polarization.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was acquainted with that.
Ved Nagar was undoubtedly the utmost ultramodern scientific dream city.
They said it was the gateway to the Multiverse.

The interior of the car was lit by two round spots of brilliant green illumination in the ceiling.
The only thing Imām Muħammad Ħasan felt to be strange was the transmitter set into the partition immediately before the front seat and, of course, the added fact that there were no visible controls.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled respectfully to Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī.
“My lady, Umm-Al-Åālmīn, Umm Al JamhūriyatAl Årabiyat, I suppose the driver is on the other side of this partition?”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī smiled politely.
“Exactly so, Imām Muħammad Ħasan. Yet we can give our orders in this fashion.”
She leaned forward slightly and flicked a toggle switch that set a spot of red light flickering.
“You may start now.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī said to the driver quietly, “We are ready.”

There was a muted whir that faded almost at once.
Then there was a very slight, very transitory pressing against the back of the seat, and then nothing.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was meticulously briefed about Ved Nagar yet even then;he couldn’t control himself from being surprised.
It was his ever first visit to the Dream City Ved Nagar.
“Are we moving?” he asked in surprise.
“Sure, we are.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī smiled courteously, “Most of the ground cars here at Ved Nagar don’t move on wheels. They glide along a diamagnetic Eīshān Vaigyānic force field. Except for acceleration and deceleration, we’ll feel nothing.”
“Allah, what about curves?”
“The car will bank automatically to compensate. Its level is maintained when traveling up or downhill.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan said dryly,
“The controls must be complicated, I think.”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī laughed.
“Being jealous of Hindus? Don’t be. Ved Nagar is a Secular City. Its Commissioner of Police is a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān, Muħammad Åbdullah.”
“Then why a Hindu name, Ved Nagar?”
“It was the name supported by us Musalmān Beauties too as well as by the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.”
“I see. So you Musalmān Beauties are the perfect slaves of Hindus here?”
“Slavery is a punishable crime here, my dear, on the contrary. Here at Ved Nagar we can’t use even a human servant.”
“What?”
“The Municipal Corporation of Ved Nagar has passed a resolution that no human may be disgraced here ever by using him/her as a servant. The robots are there to serve humankind in as large a number as it’s needed.”
“There are rumors in Pseudo Musalmīn that in Ved Nagar the Hindus have Musalmān servants only to humiliate us Musalmīn.”
“See yourself. Musalmīn are too here quite respected. The only prerequisite they have to surrender to live here is they have to get proper education. No uneducated/under educated human being can get any permanent residence here.”
“I see. I asked the controls of this car must be complicated. ”Imām Muħammad Ħasan deliberately changed the subject.*

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī let him change the subject.
“Quite automatic.” She said, “The driver of the vehicle is a robot.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan deliberately decided not to be more interested in the damn ground car.
The hell with it.
“How long will this take?” he asked as casually as he could make it.
Damn Ved Nagar.
Really the incredible Dream City.
Hell with it too.
“About an hour.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī cooed.
She was enjoying his irrational jealousy.
Why the hell Imām Muħammad Ħasan was jealous after all?
Weren’t his entire Musalmān houseladies residing here now permanently?
I had also offered him a grand residence with any of his numerous Musalmān houseladies.
The offer was still open.
Yet Imām Muħammad Ħasan himself said that he was more interested in serving Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Didn’t he?
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī went on,
“Air travel would have been speedier. But Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was concerned to keep you enclosed for your own safety and honor. You see you’ve dishonored Utmost Ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannatrz Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in Makkah Mukarramah, Modern DemocraticÅrabia.”
“I see.”
“Sorry, the aircraft models available on Ved Nagar do not lend themselves to complete enclosure as does a ground car such as that in which we are now riding.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan himself couldn’t understand why he was acting so irrationally annoyed.
Wasn’t it his own plan?
And when it has succeeded, he wasn’t enjoying it as he should have.
For a moment,Imām Muħammad Ħasan stared curiously at Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī.
A slut transformed now into an Al Muħsanah, a virtuous woman.
Shouldn’t Musalmīn must be grateful to Durgesh for it, instead of hating him.
What the hell the Pseudo Musalmīn wanted?
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī should have continued to be a slut for Hindus?
Was it more respectful for Pseudo Musalmīn?
Nonsense.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was immensely grateful to Durgesh.
And why the hell she shouldn’t be?

He controlled himself.
“Let’s get on with it, my lady. Before arriving here, I was briefed on Ved Nagar. But I couldn’t understand anything my daughter told me. She said Ved Nagar is actually the gateway to Multiverse.”
“That’s right. It leads to a planet the diameter of which is 9,500 miles. That’s the outermost of thirty-seven planets. All the planets are surprisingly inhabited.”
“How is it possible?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan asked furiously, “Shouldn’t at least the nearest planet to the sun be as hottest as the inhabitants there can’t survive? Shouldn’t at least the farthest planet to the sun must be as coldest as the inhabitants there can’t survive?”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī smiled prudently.
“That’s the point. They are neither hottest nor coldest to the extent.”
“I never heard of any solar system that has as many as thirty seven inhabitable planets.”
“Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī smiled at him meaningfully.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t say anything whatsoever.*

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī continued, however, now more confidently even.
“In climate and atmosphere, all these thirty seven planets almost resemble Earth to somewhat lesser or greater extent.”
“Let me see,” Imām Muħammad Ħasan raised his right hand, “are you trying to tell me modestly that Ved Nagar is actually Hindu Vishv Underground, now even more powerful than ever?”
“Well, there are some nations even that share your suspicion, Imām Muħammad Ħasan. You aren’t alone.”
“I’ll be damned.”
“No comment, gentleman.”
After a length, Imām Muħammad Ħasan managed to say.
“UNO knows of these facts?”
“Can these facts be hidden?”
“I see.”
“Exactly.”*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan felt like an inhabitant of one of the smaller Cities, visiting the greatest City in the entire history of humankind.
He was counting the Levels in awe.
He had thought of a ‘dwelling’ as something like an apartment unit.
But it was nothing like that at all.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan passed from room to room endlessly.
Of course, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was with him on her knees and elbows.
I was still fucking her passionately from her glorious behind.
Panoramic, broad, windows were shrouded closely, allowing no hint of disturbing day to enter.
Lights came to life noiselessly from hidden sources as we entered into a room and died out again, as quietly when we left.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was wondering now whether his utmost ambitious daughter, now Al Sadar Al JamhūriyatAl Årabiyat, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the President of Modern Democratic Årabia, has imprisoned him shrewdly under the disguise of arranging a visit of Ved Nagar to him.
He couldn’t assure himself.
“So many rooms, my dear Hindu son in law?” said Imām Muħammad Ħasan, “So many. It’s like a very tiny City.”
“It would seem so, Abbū.” I smiled fucking Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī still vehemently, with equanimity.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan appreciated me genuinely.
What a man.
What a decent gallant man.
His own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies had degraded him, disgraced him, humiliated him, and even cuckolded him to themselves and this thorough Hindu gentleman.
But Durgesh never stopped respecting him.
He called him ‘Imām Sāħab’ when Nafīsah Salmān was with them and even ‘Abbū when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was with them.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never approved of his Ammī’s relationship with me might get any priority on her own relationship with me ever.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t understand why it was necessary to crowd so many residents of Ved Nagar together with Imām Muħammad Ħasan in close quarters.
“How many will be living with me here, Durgesh, my son?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan asked.
“With you?” I was surprised, “It’s your residence here at Ved Nagar, Abbū. Your daughter Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan owns it. There will be herself when she comes here, me and a number of extremely beautiful easy to eyes lady robots.”
Allah, he had forgotten he was briefed expressly that Ved Nagar was a highly robotized utmost ultramodern City.

Chapter 12

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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

Ved Nagar: 5

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Volume 2

Chapter 5

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Imām Muħammad Ħasan

Durgesh Al Ħamd Al Åbbās

Durgesh Al Zakāt Al Qāsim

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched her father.

“Do you understand, Abbū, what you’ve done? Please, don’t stand there and strive for wit. Sit down. Put your mind into gear, if you can, and answer me rationally.”

“Madam President, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat,” Imām Muħammad Ħasan addressed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sarcastically, “I know what I’ve done. I’ve told the truth as I see it. You may have more information than I do. Yet, you still lack in experiences. Wisdom isn’t generated from informations only. It needs experiences too to generate wisdom.”

“You think you are wiser, Abbū?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“Because I have more experiences than you do.”

“Experiences of what?”

“Pseudo Musalmīn. You are playing with dynamite. They would kill you.”

“And you think instead of fighting with the bastards, I should protect myself?”

“Isn’t it needed for the mission itself? If they kill you, the mission would stop then and there. Wouldn’t it?”*

Al Ħamd Al Åbbās handed in the work to Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.

He was not only the office manager at Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company, he was the husband of Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, one of the daughters of Al Qāsim Al Muħammad, the managing director of the company as well.

Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was the eldest daughter of Al Qāsim Al Muħammad.

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand glanced at the clock.

He was gratefully surprised.

“Thank you very much, Miss Åbbās.” He smiled.

Al Ħamd Al Åbbās too smiled at Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.

Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim was her best friend’s younger sister.

Al Zakāt Al Qāsim was Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s best friend.

“Not at all, Prañav. I realized these should be in the mail tonight.”

“That’s right.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand kept smiling, “Yet, not all our girls are that considerate. We certainly appreciate your loyalty to the job. It surprised me you were willing to waive overtime.”

“A good job is worth being loyal to.” Al Ħamd Al Åbbās also kept smiling, “There’s a rumor that you are our next managing director as Al Zakāt Al Qāsim has also decided to support you, instead of her younger brother, Muħammad bin Qāsim.”

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand laughed.

“That’s a rumor only. Never mind the rumors.”

“That’s the greatness you have, Prañav. You still work with us as the office manager.”

Al Ħamd Al Åbbās wished good night to him.

The rain had turned into a cold drizzle.

Reflected lights shimmered on the wet paving, wet tiling, of the parking lot.

Al Ħamd Al Åbbās hurried to her car, opened the door, got in, turned the key and stepped on the starter.

Sometimes the car took a little longer to start on cold, rainy nights.

Al Ħamd Al Åbbās wasn’t too concerned at first.

The only sound that emanated from underneath the hood was the grind of the battery-driven starter with no explosive response from the motor.

After the first minute and a half, she became distinctly worried.

She looked around at the now all but deserted parking place.

Only a few cars were spotted here and there.

Al Ħamd Al Åbbās suddenly realized her battery was not turning the motor as fast as it had been.

Her car seemed definitely stalled.

Suddenly a cheerfully competent voice said,

“What’s the matter? Having trouble?”

Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled.

It was the voice she was waiting for.

She rolled down the left window to inspect my smiling confident eyes.

My raincoat was belted about my trim waist.

Allah, how handsome the Hindu playboy is.

Of course, he is thirty-three.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is right.

“I seem to having trouble with my motor.” Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled seductively at me.

The multi zillionaire.

The Mayor of the Dream City Ved Nagar/Trantor.

In person.

The dream man of the entire Musalmān Beauties.

“Better let the battery rest for a minute,” I said, “You are not doing any good, just grinding away at it. Let me take a look.”

Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled.

She thanked Allah silently.

That was what she wanted.

If her scheme only worked…

She controlled herself.

Control your body language, idiot.

Al Ħamd Al Åbbās admonished herself.

I stepped to the side of the motor, raised the hood adeptly, and plunged my head and shoulders inside.

After a moment, I emerged and said.

“Watch my right hand. When I wave it, press the starter. When I move it down sharply, stop. Be sure the ignition key is turned to the ‘on’ position. All ready?”

Al Ħamd Al Åbbās nodded gratefully, yet impishly somewhat.

I’ll fuck you tonight.

You can’t escape, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.

How, the hell, longer would I wait?

You act too blind to my incredible Musalmān beauty.

I can’t bear it any more.

You are insulting me.

Once more, my head and shoulders vanished from sight.

Al Ħamd Al Åbbās watched my right hand.

It waved gently, and Al Ħamd Al Åbbās pressed the starter.

Almost at once my hand was plunged downward in a swiftly emphatic gesture.

Al Ħamd Al Åbbās took her foot off the starter.

I lowered the hood of the car, walked around and shook my head.

“No spark.” I said.

Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was praying her Allah that I don’t find she has already taken a part out from the distributor.

“What does it mean?” she asked innocently.

“Something’s definitely wrong with your electrical system. There’s no use running down your battery by using the starter. You’re just not getting current to the spark plugs. I’m sorry there’s not much I can do in the rain. With the hood up, water keeps dripping down on the distributing system. That’s probably what the matter with it is anyhow. I think you’d better leave it right here tonight. By tomorrow the rain will be over, the sun will be shining and the car will start right off.”

“But,” Al Ħamd Al Åbbās said, “I…”

My smile was engaging.

“Exactly, I have my car here. I’ll be glad to take you home.”

Al Ħamd Al Åbbās thanked Allah very much, yet silently.

Her scheme had worked ultimately.*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched her father scrutinizing him.

“Who do you love more, Abbū? Your daughter or the mission?”

“Both.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said bluntly, “I can’t sacrifice one for the other, and won’t ever.”

“If you are a true Musalmān you should be prepared always to sacrifice everything fī sabīlillah.”

“Not, if I can manage aqāmat-e-Dīnil Qayyamati without sacrificing anything. No.”

“Ħazrat Ibrāhīm^å were asked to sacrifice his son.”

“Durgesh interprets it in a different manner.”

“Durgesh isn’t even a Musalmān.”

“I don’t think so.”

“I see.”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t say anything.

“You tried to defy me this day? On this one day when my prestige is such that I can pluck you out of the Council Chamber and arrest you, with no one daring to protest?”

“I can sacrifice myself, not you.”

“Abbū, I’m safer than even you realize it.”

“Alħamdulillah, Alħamdulillah.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said gravely, “Yet I believe in what Durgesh says: ‘Hope for the best Prepare for the worst’.”

“Pseudo Musalmīn are cuckolded under our grand movement ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’. We have successfully broken their dents of poison. Now the Cobras are harmless.”

“Not all of them.”

“Even then, most of them.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said, “Moreover, the Pseudo Musalmīn that aren’t cuckolded even yet, are under constant nonstop surveillance. They’d be arrested immediately if they even tried to do anything mischievous. Yazīd Malåūn won’t be allowed to counter revolt once more ever now.”

“Årab Burdāfaroshs are still there under disguise of being Musalmīn.”

“But my seven movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, have left nothing for them to offer to Hindus.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly, “Your daughter wasn’t born yesterday, Abbū. Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah is the permanent solution to snatch away every weapon from the wretched Pseudo Musalmīn Årab Burdāfaroshs. They won’t have anything to offer to Hindus ever after the permanent establishment of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”*

“You are quite mistaken in understanding the nature of Pseudo Musalmīn. Even if you cuckold them permanently, the Pseudo Musalmīn would never surrender to the concept of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.

“They have always surrendered to the concept of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Abbū. It’s only they are never aware of it what they were doing.”

“You think they were morons?”

“Of course they were, moreover they still are.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan retorted, “And it was not only because they wanted subsistence from Hindus in return.”

“I can’t believe you, Naåīmah.”

“You are furious, Abbū.”

“Yes, even if they were Pseudo Musalmīn, they did it for their subsistence and for their subsistence only. India was Soné kī Chiđiyā, the Golden Bird then. Årab lacked the means of subsistence in those days incredibly. The only product they had, in even more than abundance, was their incredibly extremely beautiful women, nothing else. Their economy depended on the trading of their extraordinary Beauties. They didn’t have another option.”

“So Yazīd Malåūn was valid in his conspiracy with the Årab Burdāfaroshs?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was more furious now than even her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan was.*

I smiled the appreciation, at being caught walking the house naked, the fact that obviously everyone heard our lovemaking and the matter of fact way Nishāt Nazli had just sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock clean in front of Zubaydah Bābar and Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.

I was tempted to turn and return to the bedroom and fuck Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās more, but I knew that would make it worse in the long run.

The possibility that, Nasīm Muåāwiyah wasn’t as innocent as everyone thought of her, had made everyone at least somewhat cautious of her.

Al Zakāt Al Qāsim didn’t meet Nasīm Muåāwiyah and me only.

She deliberately met Bābarah Åālamgīr, Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli too.

“Either Al Zakāt Al Qāsim is mistaken in identifying me,” Nasīm Muåāwiyah said firmly, “or she is deliberately playing some deep game. I don’t know what.”

Al Zakāt Al Qāsim smiled ironically.

“Let’s talk about a certain automobile accident that took place near Bājīrāo Mastānī Nagar, an accident where my younger brother, Muħammad bin Qāsim, met his death.”

“I’ve never heard of any Muħammad bin Qāsim that was your younger brother. I don’t know even who the hell you are.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah said crossly. “I don’t know about any accident at all.”

Al Zakāt Al Qāsim smiled condescendingly, sneeringly,

“Listen Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, I’ve done enough for you. Don’t say I can’t recognize my best friend too. I don’t want to make any trouble, but you and I have certain things to discuss and we’d better talk them over quietly.”

“I don’t think you are any Al Zakāt Al Qāsim.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah said furiously, “You must be some blackmailer.”

Al Zakāt Al Qāsim laughed.

“You know, my Ammī is a trillionaire. I am myself a multi-millionaire at least. I don’t need your money, even a damn cent.”

“Then?” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās asked her acidly.

“I merely want to discuss the accident with you. I’m a sophisticated highly educated young lady, you know. Your friends are with you. Your Vedic Monotheist Hindu lover/Live in Relationship Partner is with you. You don’t need to be afraid of me, even a bit.”*

I smiled at Hudā.

“I’m glad now you are a successful defense attorney, Hudā.”

“Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah needs your personal legal attention, Durgesh.”

“Muħammad Ůsmān is creating problems once more?”

“Not directly, indirectly.”

“I see.”

“Muħammad Åbdullah Bhāījān had gifted an island to Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.”

“Yes, he wanted to sell it to HVSI. We didn’t need it, so he gifted it to Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah. He said he wanted to serve humanity more ardently. He didn’t have proper time to take care of that island. There were some gamblers, terrorists, Criminal/Criminal minded Musalmīn who were after to misuse it.”

“Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah had leased the island to Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company. The company is making problems now.”

“Well, forget it. Ruqayyah has sold it now successfully to HVSI. Prakāsh has some planning in developing the island into a profitable investment. I’ve approved the purchase already.”

“I know.” Hudā said smiling, “Commissioner of Police, Muħammad Åbdullah, is very indignant that you didn’t purchase the island when he offered the same to you.”

I smiled too.

“Don’t worry. I know how to keep Muħammad Åbdullah in his pants. I didn’t purchase it then, because Muħammad Åbdullah is perfectly capable in dealing with the terrorists, gamblers, and Criminal/Criminal minded Musalmīn that were interested in misusing that island.”

“And now you’ve purchased it because you don’t think Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is perfectly capable in dealing with the terrorists, gamblers, and Criminal/Criminal minded Musalmīn?”

“Well, Hudā,” I said, “Ruqayyah isn’t as cunning as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, her younger sister is. Muħammad Ůsmān managed to exploit her money. Didn’t he?”

“You are right.”

“There you are.”

“Muħammad bin Qāsim, is playing some game now, as soon as he knew you have purchased the island.”

“I see.” I looked at Hudā gravely. “Last night Muħammad bin Qāsim got in touch with me. He said that he understood I was buying an island from Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.”

“I see.” Hudā said gravely.

“Muħammad bin Qāsim warned me, that if I wanted to get a good title to the island I’d have to make some arrangements with him. He had an oil lease on it and he was intending to start drilling. He said he took it for granted that being the utmost successful businessman of the entire history of humankind so far, I wouldn’t care to buy an island and then have him put some oil derricks of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company, in it.”

“I can’t imagine the damnfool talking to you that way.” Hudā smiled, “Doesn’t he know how you deal with such damnfools?”

“He has talked with Prakāsh before.” I smiled cunningly, “Prakāsh avoided any hard talk with him. Al Zakāt Al Qāsim maintains very close family relations with Prakāsh as his Bhābhījān.”

“So, Prakāsh respected Al Zakāt Al Qāsim. And the damnfool Muħammad bin Qāsim thought he couldn’t meet with him on equal grounds?” Hudā laughed.

I smiled cunningly.

“Something like that.”

“So Muħammad bin Qāsim misjudged Prakāsh?”

“That’s right. And consequently, he has misjudged me too. After all, I’m the real elder brother of Prakāsh. Am I not?”

Hudā laughed.

I kept smiling.

“What did you tell the damnfool, Muħammad bin Qāsim?” Hudā asked enjoying the situation very much.*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched his daughter patiently.

“You know better, Naåīmah. I oppose Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah only. It doesn’t mean I support Yazīd Malåūn lånat ålayhi. He revived the Pre Islamic Jāhiliyat. Muħsin-e-Insāniyat, Ħuzūr^s, sacrificed his whole life. Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn^rz too sacrificed their whole life for Ummat-e-Muslimah to get rid of Pre Islamic Jāhiliyat and Årab Burdāfaroshs. The damnfool Yazīd Malåūn lånat ålayhi could never understand what they^rzn had achieved. He fought for the traditional kingdom of his own clan. Lånat ålayhi the damnfool.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said patiently.

“Abu Sufyān couldn’t adjust ever with the paramount leadership of Ħuzūr^s. The entire conduct of Ħazrat Muåāwiyah^rzuconfirms the conclusion. He had always reported even every infinitesimal mistake Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu did. He did it deliberately to widen the gap between Ħazrat Fārūq-e-Åāzam^rzu and Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu.”*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan sighed.

“That’s why I do agree with Durgesh’s Kālchakr Theory, his Time Cycle Theory, I mean.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“Never say it in front of Pseudo Musalmīn. They would turn against you immediately.”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan sighed again.

“The shrewdest amendment Yazīd Malåūn lånat ålayhi brought in his so called Kħilāfat was appointments of pseudo Mullahs and Maulavīs that criticized Ahlal Bayt.”

“I think even Ħazrat Muåāwiyah^rzu appointed such pseudo Mullahs and Maulavīs. How the hell otherwise he could successfully revolt against Ħazrat Ålī^rzu?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan retorted, “He himself acknowledged that he was the first king in Islam as if Islam allowed the kingdom of human beings on humankind.”

“They brought even Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā and Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāýéshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā against each other for their own vested vile personal political interests.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan retorted scornfully, “It wasn’t an easy achievement for the Pseudo Musalmīn. How could they do this miracle, it deserves to be studied deeply.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said appreciating me, almost in trance,

“Durgesh has studied the entire Counter Revolution at Karbala. I don’t think anyone else has gone into more depth.”

“That’s right.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan agreed, “I agree with you. Durgesh says Vedic Monotheist Hindus are actually the true Musalmīn, the Musalmīn Ever first.”

Chapter 6

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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

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Chapter 6

Al Jihād fil Hindavūn fī sabīlillāh

Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid smiled.

“We are not BLASPHEMOUS.”

“The hell we are not.”Al Fātimah Al Wahāb smiled, “you know very well we are blasphemous.”

Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid was already prepared for it.

She was not a nymphomaniac.

She had very limited male friendship she had allowed to develop to the ultimate intimacy.

Yet, Sidrah Aħmad was her friend.

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was her friend.

Yes, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī has now controlled herself surprisingly and now she is a strictly One Man Woman.

But Sidrah Aħmad is still a nymphomaniac mastermind.

Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid understands Sidrah Aħmad.

It’s easy for her therefore to understand Al Fātimah Al Wahāb too.

“Al Fātimah Al Wahāb,” Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid smiled patronizingly, “I helped you because you are a registered member of our Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.”

“I understand.”

“Our club has great Sidrah Aħmad now as our new president.”

“What?”

“You were invited to vote, but you didn’t come.”

“Didn’t? I couldn’t come.”

“You could have tolerated Ålī Al Wahāb for one day more.”

“How? Ålī Al Wahāb had already given Shankar Mahāpralayankar one hundred million dollars for humiliating me.”

“And you were so eager to enjoy your humiliations that even when Shankar Mahāpralayankar proposed it can be postponed for next day, you said Ålī Al Wahāb would be suspicious.”

“You don’t understand Ålī Al Wahāb.”Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said sternly, “He is my husband now for five years plus. I know him more than anyone else.”

“Your presence was very much needed yesterday, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.”Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid said curtly, “You knew very well, the meeting was not only for election of our new president. It was for as well as—”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb interrupted Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid.

“Shankar Mahāpralayankar managed successfully not to come forward as our new President?”

“He himself voted for Sidrah Aħmad.”Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid smiled.

“He fooled all of you idiots.”Al Fātimah Al Wahāb flared.

Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid looked at her astonished.

“Control yourself Al Fātimah Al Wahāb. Watch your language. You are insulting more than millions of internationally, globally, honorable lady members of our Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.”

“Because we deserve it.”

“Nonsense.”

“Whenever it comes to come forward for our nymphomaniac sexual relations with Hindus, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club never defends us.”

“Enough.”

“Even you can’t bear the truth, Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid. Because you are not a nymphomaniac. You don’t know what we nymphomaniacs suffer from, when our Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts are ravenous, and there isn’t any Uncut Hindu Cock available for us respectfully. Whoever available they humiliate us.”

“That’s why this club is established globally. You can get your very much required Uncut Hindu Cock here legally.”

“Nevertheless, why not Shankar Mahāpralayankar? Why Sidrah Aħmad?”Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was still furious.

Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid watched Al Fātimah Al Wahāb scrutinizing her carefully.

“You think Shankar Mahāpralayankar is more beneficial to you than Sidrah Aħmad?”

“Well?”

“Sidrah Aħmad is a Nymphomaniac Mastermind. She understands the problems of you Panjvaqtah Namāzī nymphomaniac Musalmān Beauties more than even Durgesh can.”

“Ha ha ha.”

“I’m quite serious, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb. I’m not joking.”

“No one else in the infinite åālmīn, infinite creations, loves us Musalmān Beauties more than Durgesh.”

Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid was dumbfounded.

“You—you are crazy.”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb laughed ironically.

“Durgesh respects us Nymphomaniac Musalmān Beauties even. He says we are not basically responsible for what we do.”

“And Sidrah Aħmad? She says something adverse to it?”

“Well, no. But—”

“Durgesh declined our proposal to preside us.”

“He wants to bring the other eligible ones ahead.”

“He said if the name of the club can be changed into a sophisticated one such as Ashvinātam Club—”

“Nonsense! The hell with his proposal.”Al Fātimah Al Wahāb stamped her feet, “Sophisticated one? Why is Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club not sophisticated?”

Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid smiled teasing Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

“Well, your Durgesh thinks the name is obscene.”

“The hell it is. Why? When we Musalmān Beauties don’t think it obscene why the hell he is trying to be so hypocrite?”

Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid kept smiling teasing her.

“Ask your Durgesh.”

“Sure. What do you think? Am I afraid of him?”

Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid remembered:

She slowly closed the door behind her, took a few steps toward the edge of the table, and glared at everyone sitting around it.

Everyone knew it was not a glare actually.

She belonged actually to the ancient Fātimiyah Clan.

One of Al Fātimiyyūn.

Al Fātimiyyūn established the Tunisian city of Mahdia and made it their capital city, before conquering Egypt and building the city of Cairo in 969, which thereafter became their capital.

The 4th century AH /10th century CE has been called by Louis Massignon ‘the Ismaili century in the history of Islam’.^[1]

The term Fatimite was sometimes used to refer to the citizens of this caliphate, this Kħilāfat.

The ruling elite of the state belonged to the Ismaili branch of Shi’ism.

The leaders of the dynasty were also Shia Ismaili Imams, hence, they had a religious significance to Ismaili Muslims.

They were also part of the chain of holders of the office of Caliph, as recognized by some Muslims.

Everyone of them was studying whatever they could, not only from Wikipedia but also from other sources as well.

They hadn’t forgotten Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid rebuked them when one of them asked her how she is a Wahābī if she is a Fātimiyah.

“Do you want to rule the globe?”

“Of course we do, Zia al Islam, but—”

“It can’t be done without the participation of Hindus with us. The Hindus are #1 now in software and web mechanics.”

“But—”

“Your foolish and selfish leaders have cheated you always.”

“Zia al Islam.”

“They always opposed modern education, NOT because it was against Islam. It was against their own vested selfish interests.”

“Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabīr had promised to visit us, but—”

“She will.”Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid said gravely, “As soon as she finds it’s appropriate to leave Dawlat al Kuwayt, she will. However I’ve already told you this movement is not led actually by Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabīr. It’s roots are in Makkah Mukarramah.”

“Who is our Imām actually?” Al Åābidah Al Ħusayn Al Ålī asked gravely.

Her age was thirty two.

She was married to a royal Sheikħ.

He was a doctor.

It was unfortunate for him that he did not know his wife was a registered and one of the leading members of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.

The new mission of the club was ‘Cuckold your Musalmān husband.’

Yet it was not the registered name of the movement itself.

The registered name for it was:

‘Al Jihād fil Hindavūn fī sabīlillāh.’

What a dangerous movement it was.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

Even Yazīd malåūn would have never thought perhaps his Counter Revolution Against Islam could lead to it ever.

Yet it was a natural result of what he did.

Abū Sufyān was really a Musalmān or a munāfiq, it was always disputed in Ummat-e-Muslimah.

Even the Islam and Īmān of Ħazrat Muåāwiyah was disputed.

Yazīd malåūn could never do anything if the malåūn was never supported by Ħazrat Muåāwiyah.

Ħazrat Muåāwiyah was actually Dhr’trāshŧr of Islam.

Yazīd malåūn was Duryodhan.

The tragedy was that there was no Lord Kr’shñ to protect the Ummat-e-Muslimah from these Dhr’trāshŧr and Duryodhan of Islam.

In Mahā Bharat both Dhr’trāshŧr and Duryodhan were defeated ultimately.

But due to the vast efforts of munāfiqīn-e-Islam, these Dhr’trāshŧr and Duryodhan of Islam were not defeated.

The then Årab Burdāfaroshs succeeded in their ever dirtiest conspiracy of the entire history of humankind.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled at me.

“You did not tell me what you mean.”

“Satý Sanātan Shāshvat?”

“That’s right.”

“I know him. What a small world.”

“Not for everyone. Not for even me. It’s for you and for only the persons like you.”

“Aren’t you also one of us?”

“Hell, no. You are not only wealthier. You are more resourceful, more with brains and more with luck too.”

“Luck?”

“Of course, man.”

“Mr. Mahāpralayankar, we make our luck ourselves.”

“You can say that because you are almost always successful. I’m not so lucky.”

“Aren’t you a multi millionaire yourself?”

“Money is enough we need?”Shankar Mahāpralayankar watched me carefully.

I smiled.

“Hell, no.”

“There you are. Durgesh, I helped Al Quddūs Al Qāzī. I backed her in her research.”

“What the research was?”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled.

“She was studying how the extraordinary Wahābī Musalmān Beauties of Makkah Mukarramah maintain their clandestine sexual relations with capable Hindus and cuckold even their royal Sheikħ husbands.”

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! No!”

“Yes!”

“I can’t believe you.”

“And I think perhaps you are the only man who can believe me hundred percent.”

“Sorry.”

“Durgesh, you know more than you acknowledge.”

I looked at him gravely.

“Sorry. I try to avoid discussing the subjects I scorn.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Cuckolding anyone is not a civilized act.”

“Everyone is not civilized. There are some persons everywhere always who act civilized but actually they are not.”

“Al Quddūs Al Qāzī studied it for what purpose?”

“To bring her research in the knowledge of civilized society, of course. What else?”

“The subject is dangerous.”

“That’s why it’s needed to be studied and researched.”

“The research will not help civilized society only. It’d help blackmailers too.”

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! I haven’t come to you to learn ethics from you. I want your help.”

“Legal help?”

“Legal help.”

“I’m too busy to help the persons who are capable to manage without me.”

“I’m not.”

“What about Al Quddūs Al Qāzī?”

“I backed her and organized Al Quddūs Al Qāzī Shankar Mahāpralayankar publications. Her research was broadly published under the banner in books, magazines, articles, stories, novels, every form of media. I was a silent partner in the company. Business was showing a fine profit when I was needed here at Jabalpur.”

“I see.”

“I had to leave everything in the hands of Al Quddūs Al Qāzī to come to here. Al Quddūs Al Qāzī sent me accounts of what the business was doing. Her letters have always been cordial. Then she wrote she had something to talk over with me. She asked if she could come here for conference.”

“Why not video conference instead?”

“That’s what I asked her.”Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled.

“She said sex between you both was not possible in video conference?” I smiled too.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar laughed.

“You understand women more than me.”

“Thanks. Then what?”

“It turned out that sex was only an excuse.”

“Al Quddūs Al Qāzī wanted something else?”

“Al Quddūs Al Qāzī wanted something else.”

“What?”

“Our sexual relations were not anymore clandestine. Someone else has our movies.”

“I see.”

“She could not afford them sent to her acquaintance.”

“So?”

“She is being blackmailed.”

“Who is the blackmailer?”

“No one knows. He is only a voice on phones.”

“What do you want?”

“Al Quddūs Al Qāzī’s lawyer has advised her not to surrender to the blackmailer.”

“Correct. Wise decision.”

“Yet she can’t afford the consequences.”

“Where do I enter in the picture here?”

“Al Quddūs Al Qāzī, and her lawyer too, both suspect it’s Saåūd royal family behind it.”

“Why?”

“The blackmailer is asking to separate her from me, not the money.”

“What does she want?”

“She wants to fake separation.”

“Brilliant idea. Do you have faith in her?”

“More than even I have in myself?”

“Then what’s the problem? Go ahead with the fake separation.”

“Thank you. But for my own satisfaction I want it to be done under your mastermind observation.”

I laughed.

“You are making me wiser even, than I am really.”

“Nonsense. Don’t try to be too polite to be believed, at least.”

“What about her lawyer’s credibility?”

“She can’t double cross us, if that’s what you mean.”

“Her lawyer is also a ‘she’?”I smiled.

“Yet she doesn’t let me put my hand on her.”Shankar Mahāpralayankar also smiled significantly.

“Your money is not wanted?”

“Look at her. Why the hell I’ve earned so much money if a dazzling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Beauty is not interested in it.”Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled as if complainingly.

“Al Quddūs Al Qāzī’s lawyer is a dazzling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Beauty?”

“As soon as you look at her your Uncut Hindu Lund will salute her.”

“I see.”

“You don’t see now, my dear friend. You would see.”

“I propose a settlement that would apparently bleed you white.”

“Apparently?”

“Of course. Actually you’d still remain in possession of everything you part with according to the fake settlement.”

“It can be managed?”

“Hell, what else for have you come to me? There are millions of lawyers. Aren’t there?”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar took my hands and squeezed them in warm gratitude.

“Al Furqān Al Saåīd was right when she said only you can save us.”

“Al Furqān Al Saåīd?”

“Al Quddūs Al Qāzī’s lawyer.”

I winked at him.

“I think she loves you Durgesh.”Shankar Mahāpralayankar said.

“Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni.”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar again laughed.

“You behave sometimes as if you are a Musalmān. I expected something from Ved from you now.”

“Well, I simply love this Āyat-e-Karīmah from Al Qur’an Al Kareem.”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled.

“Well, have it your own way.”

“Exactly what do you want me to do?” I looked at him rather gravely now.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar had gone to a window in the meantime.

He came striding to me.

“I’m going to dump all my troubles right in your lap. Use my legal department. Use my everything. From now on your orders, to my persons, will be even superior to me. I’ve already instructed my staff accordingly. Come out to my house. Meet Al Quddūs Al Qāzī and Al Furqān Al Saåīd yourself. Solve the problem as you see fit. Then meet Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid and buy her off too.”

“When do you want to get married?”

“As soon as I can.”

“How far shall I go with Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid?”

“The optimum you have to. No restrictions from me. I have complete faith in you now. You know very well what I can afford and what I can’t.”

“Thanks. I’m honored. When do you want me at your house?”

“Tonight eight o’clock would suit you? I want a will too leaving my property in trust.”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar ultimately whipped a checkbook from his pocket, signed a blank check to me to meet the concerned requirements, tore it from the checkbook and handed it to me.

“It’s the retainer. I don’t know how much will be needed when dealing with Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid.”

“I understand. Okay. It’s alright.”

I handed the check to Kħadījah Muħammad.

“Keep it, Kħadījah. It’d be needed as reimbursement. I’d use my own checks till then.”

“I didn’t know you have faith in your women to the extent to hand over the blank checks to them.”Shankar Mahāpralayankar was somewhat surprised.

“Kħadījah Muħammad is not only my woman, my dear friend. She is the woman who sacrificed her position to be my duly married wife, only because my father, my Pitr’shrī, loved that Saiyadah Fātimah PhD must be my duly married wife.”

“Sorry, Ma’am. I didn’t mean any offense to you.” Shankar Mahāpralayankar apologized to Kħadījah Muħammad.

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled liberally.

“It’s all right. I can understand.”

With Shankar Mahāpralayankar and his party gone I strolled to the window aimlessly.

I stood there, staring meditatively, down in the street below.

Suddenly, I turned jerked open a drawer of my desk, and pulled out the binoculars.

I raised the window with my left hand, held the binoculars to my eyes, and leaned far out over the sill.

Kħadījah Muħammad calmly took a pencil, poised it over a notepad and waited.

I, my eyes glued to the binoculars, called out,

“MPJ 9869.”

Kħadījah Muħammad’s pencil wrote the number on the notepad.

I lowered the binoculars and closed the window.

“Got it, Kħadījah?”

“Of course. What’s it?”

“The license number of a Mercedes, green in color, top down, driven by a dazzling Musalmān Beauty, in a burqā, and trailing Shankar Mahāpralayankar. I couldn’t see her face, but she doubtlessly has a swell figure.”

“Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid?”

“I don’t know. Yet, Why not? And the bad thing is Shankar Mahāpralayankar is not aware of it. How can be he so careless of her if she is really his present wife, Ghausiyah bint Kħuwaylid? ”

Kħadījah Muħammad looked at me bewildered.

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

Chapter 7

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