Ved Nagar: 41


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Chapter 41

Durgesh Arzumand Jahāngīr

We all sat around eating dinner.
Arzumand Jahāngīr, Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb and I sat mostly in silence as her parents talked away.
I felt most comfortable.
There I was sitting in between Arzumand Jahāngīr and Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb.
I knew Arzumand Jahāngīr was uneasy about the whole situation.

It was almost two hours later the dinner was finally over.
The Wahābs were dismissing themselves from the table and everyone got to say their goodbyes.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt relieved to have ended the night and couldn’t wait to get home to get her hands all over me.
She wanted to fuck me now wildly to confirm her possession on my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was now Arzumand Jahāngīr’s proud possession, not Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb’s anymore.
Durgesh, Honey, you were so quiet. Why didn’t you talk to Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb?” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī asked me.
I smiled.
“Well, uh I just got a lot on my mind, Ammījān.”
I called Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī ‘Ammījān’.
I had to.
I had called her ‘Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī’ at first, but she protested extremely.
“Hey, you Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī had laughed good naturedly, chuckling somewhat, “I know about your immense obsession to enjoy mature Musalmān Beauties. It’s as legendary now as you yourself are. Moreover, I damn care about it. It’s your personal matter with those crazy mature Musalmān Beauties like Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī. But, Not me. Never me. Understand? Remember? Keep myself separate from your Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzīs. ”

Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn said playfully.
“The girl still has a thing for you son,”
Arzumand Jahāngīr shot her Abbū a look of anger.
She didn’t realize she did until after she did it.
“Well we got to get going. I’ve got a big day ahead of me tomorrow and Durgesh gotta give me a ride to work.”
“A ride? What’s wrong with your car sweetie?” Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn asked concerned.
“Well I don’t know. It’s always breaking down on me. It just wasn’t turning on. I left it at the university parking lot.”
“Well, tomorrow I’ll get my friend to tow it for you hun.” Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Abbū reassured.
“Thanks Abbū. Well, goodnight.” Arzumand Jahāngīr kissed her Abbū and Ammī and I followed her outside.*

I laughed.
“Eīshān! You couldn’t wait to get out of there, could you?”
Arzumand Jahāngīr spun around looking deep into my eyes.
“No, I couldn’t! I’m dying to get home now. I want you!”
I felt pleasantly shocked and yet so turned on.
We rushed to get home ready to make love to each other.
Hot hungry love.

We got home and hurried inside.
The apartment was dark yet we didn’t even bother to turn on the lights.
Arzumand Jahāngīr wanted me more than anything.
We kissed hard fiercely.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt me pick her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body up and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
I put her against the wall and trailed kisses down her neck.
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I’m hot right now! I’m so hot!” Arzumand Jahāngīr cooed.
“I too Arzumand Jahāngīr. I’m so fuckin’ horny for you. Eīshān! I’m already hard for you.”
I carried Arzumand Jahāngīr over to my bedroom again quickly taking off her clothes.
I couldn’t wait to be inside her once again.
Loving her the way she should be loved.
I wanted to make sure she’d never forget my touch.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt every layer of clothes come off and finally she lay naked on my bed.
She turned on the lamp next to my bed to look at me undress for her.
I was almost tearing my clothes off ready to fuck my lover.
I stood there naked in front of her with my Uncut Hindu Cock sticking straight out just for her.
“Get it in me now! Please!” Arzumand Jahāngīr begged as she spread her extremely beautiful Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān legs.
I looked down at Arzumand Jahāngīr‘s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot lips parted letting me see her swollen pink clit.
Eīshān! God, what a sweet excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot she has! So tight and all mine.
I couldn’t wait any longer.
I plunged my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her stuffing her with it.
Arzumand Jahāngīr gasped at the sudden entrance holding on to my shoulders.
I jammed my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of her fast and hard.
Arzumand Jahāngīr wrapped her extremely beautiful Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān legs around my Hindu waist pushing me closer to her.
“Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Keep fucking me. Don’t ever let this feeling go away!” Arzumand Jahāngīr moaned.
I loved the way she felt.
She still felt tight as a virgin and so warm.
I felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot clasp around my Uncut Hindu Cock as I fucked her.
She looked so beautiful lying there letting me make love to her.
Her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes never left mine.
I kept my hands on her waist burying myself deepest inside, as deepest as I could go.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr, I wish I could be inside you forever. I love being inside you. I want to cum in you Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I said panting hard.
Arzumand Jahāngīr licked her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips feeling My Uncut Hindu Cock deepest inside her.
“Yes! Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Cum in me. Oh fuck cum in me good. Let me feel your Hindu seed in me!”
I thrust my hips harder against Arzumand Jahāngīr’s fragile little body.
I could hear my balls slapping against her skin.
My balls were swelling up full of cum ready to explode inside my beautiful maternal cousin.
Deep down I only wished my Hindu cum would be making a baby inside Arzumand Jahāngīr.
That was something we’d have to talk about later, right now I just wanted to let myself go.
“Fuck! I’m cummmming! Oh Arzumand Jahāngīr!” I threw my head back shooting out spurt after spurt of my Hindu cum inside Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her nipples harden with each shot of my Hindu cum that entered her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.
“Durgesh ! Yes! Oh Yes! Cum in me babe. Let me keep your Hindu cum inside me.”
I finished my climax and let my still hard Uncut Hindu Cock remain inside Arzumand Jahāngīr.
I lay on to her gasping for air.
It’d been a short but incredible ashvinātam fuck.
The more I was inside her, the more I loved her.
“I’m so in love with you Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I said softly to her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was closing her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes as I stroked her hair.
“I love you too. Say you’ll never leave me. Just tell me this can go on forever.”
I held her closer.
“I’m yours forever, Arzumand Jahāngīr.”
I kissed her forehead and watched her drift to a deep sleep.*

Al Rashīdah Al Shams sat in Sakīnah Āftāb’s living room in my apartment smoking a joint.
She lay back on the couch still thinking of me.
What in the world was she going to do?
She knew she couldn’t turn her back on her best friend, but then again, Wājidah Akbar never really even cared to ask her what she wanted.
It was always about Wājidah Akbar.
Sakīnah Āftāb came out of the kitchen making her a mixed drink.
She knew she shouldn’t be drinking, but at least she shouldn’t be driving.
She was quiet and Sakīnah Āftāb found that very unusual.
She knew that when her cousin was silent, she was up to something.
She only hoped it wasn’t to get me back with Wājidah Akbar.
“Hey cuz why so quiet?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked handing her the margarita glass.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams sighed heavenly.
“Oh nothing. I think I’m in love.”
Sakīnah Āftāb frowned.
“In love? You said that last time about that Salmān guy and he turned out to be an asshole.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams smiled.
“No, this guy is different. I just know it. In fact I think you might want Durgesh to get with me.”
Sakīnah Āftāb looked mystified.
“Why is that?”
“Because he happens to be Arzumand Jahāngīr‘s Hindu lover, Durgesh.”
Sakīnah Āftāb’s eyes widened.
“What? Arzumand Jahāngīr‘s Hindu boyfriend? Damn little cuz your right about that. Maybe if you can get on my good side for me, Durgesh’d be able to convince Arzumand Jahāngīr to go out with me!”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams winked at her cousin in agreement.
Sakīnah Āftāb was excited now hoping their plan would work.
It needed it to work.
She wanted Arzumand Jahāngīr more than any other girl.
With the help of her mischievous little cousin she would be able to do this together.*

Arzumand Jahāngīr and I woke up early next morning to beat the morning traffic.
I dropped Arzumand Jahāngīr off work and then headed off to work afterwards.
I kept thinking about Arzumand Jahāngīr, how much I loved her.
How the hell am I going to keep this wonderful relationship up without Arzumand Jahāngīr’s parents finding out?
I was lost deep in my thoughts.
I knew life without Arzumand Jahāngīr would be almost impossible to live, but I also knew our relationship would be hard to manage with all the prejudice of the Ummat-e-Muslimah on ashvinātam live in relationships.
Arzumand Jahāngīr rushed up to her office feeling Wājidah Akbar’s eyes on her.
She ignored her as always and scurried over to her office.
“Don’t run. you’re not late,”
Arzumand Jahāngīr turned to see Sakīnah Āftāb standing behind her.
“Oh, I thought I was late. I didn’t want to keep you waiting.”
Sakīnah Āftāb smirked.
“I’d wait an eternity for you, love.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr rolled her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.
“Ok, whatever. So you ready to get to work?”
Sakīnah Āftāb nodded.
They both walked downstairs together.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt Sakīnah Āftāb’s arm on her back.
She picked up her speed trying to get away from her.
Sakīnah Āftāb just followed her lead carefully.

Al Rashīdah Al Shams had gotten out of her English lit class and hurried over to the library hoping to catch Arzumand Jahāngīr.
She wanted to get as much information on me as possible.
She went upstairs and to her disappointment didn’t find Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Instead, she found Wājidah Akbar.
Her friend looked at Al Rashīdah Al Shams closely.
She knew she was up to something.
“Hey, Wājidah Akbar. Working hard or hardly working?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams teased.
Wājidah Akbar didn’t smile.
“What are you doing here so early?”
“I just got out of class and I wanted to see if my cousin was here so we could go to lunch.”
Wājidah Akbar narrowed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.
“You know that Sakīnah Āftāb doesn’t have lunch this early. You came here to see Arzumand Jahāngīr, didn’t you?”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams threw her hands up in frustration.
“Well, yes I did. I want Durgesh. Is there something wrong with that?”
“Every extremely beautiful Musalmān Choot needs Durgesh’s legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund. So what?”
Wājidah Akbar looked down.
She couldn’t believe her own friend was betraying her because of a Hindu guy.
To top it all off, it was her worst enemy’s Hindu lover, Durgesh!
“I take it that you don’t want to help me get Arzumand Jahāngīr fired?”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams looked at her friend with a blank look.
“Well, uh no, not for now. Please Wājidah Akbar, just let me get my thing going with me and I promise you I’ll help you!”
Wājidah Akbar didn’t believe one word Al Rashīdah Al Shams was saying.
“Yeah, right. I know what you’re trying to do. You want to get in good with that bitch and you want to set up double dates with you and Sakīnah Āftāb. Don’t you see, that’ll only get Sakīnah Āftāb closer to her!”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams felt bad, but she had to do what she wanted.
“No, it’s not going to be like that, I promise. Just trust me.”
Wājidah Akbar didn’t trust Al Rashīdah Al Shams anymore.
She’d let her down a few times.
This wasn’t the first.
Wājidah Akbar was going to have to work at this alone.*

Arzumand Jahāngīr waited after five o’clock for me.
She decided to go down to the lobby to wait.
She saw Al Rashīdah Al Shams hanging around, obviously probably, waiting for Sakīnah Āftāb.
The girl looked impatient, and was pacing the room, until she saw Arzumand Jahāngīr.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr! Hey, are you waiting for your Hindu lover, Durgesh?”
Arzumand Jahāngīr nodded looking suspiciously at the girl.
“Sakīnah Āftāb should be down in a minute.”
The girl shrugged.
“Oh yeah I know. Listen I was wondering if maybe you and I would wanna come over to Sakīnah Āftāb’s apartment so we can all have some drinks? Afterwards we can go have dinner or something.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr was surprised.
“Tonight? Well I really can’t.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams moaned agonized.
“Oh come on. Please? Sakīnah Āftāb and I aren’t bad people, I guarantee you that.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr still felt unsure.
Just then, she heard me walk in smiling at her with those handsome lips of mine.
She found herself gazing at her handsome Hindu lover, Durgesh, and tuning out Al Rashīdah Al Shams.
“Hey Durgesh, my Hindu Love.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said blushing.
I looked at Arzumand Jahāngīr and then at Al Rashīdah Al Shams.
The young dark haired Musalmān Beauty was gawking me obviously.
I just wanted to laugh.
“Hey, Durgesh, I was just asking your maternal cousin if you both would like to hang out with me and my cousin Sakīnah Āftāb tonight. I can fix us up some drinks and then we can go to dinner afterwards.”
I eyed Arzumand Jahāngīr and Arzumand Jahāngīr widened her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes for me to say no.
“Uh, well that’s very nice but…”
“Fuck! I wish Wājidah Akbar would leave me alone!” Sakīnah Āftāb interrupted.
I looked at the young woman.
Sakīnah Āftāb laughed hysterically thinking no one was there to see her or hear her.
“Oh sorry guys. I thought only Al Rashīdah Al Shams was here.”
“Sakīnah Āftāb, this is my Durgesh. Durgesh, meet Sakīnah Āftāb, Al Rashīdah Al Shams’s cousin.” Arzumand Jahāngīr introduced us nervously.
“Hey now! So you are Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Hindu boyfriend?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked happily.
I shook the young woman’s hand.
I actually felt more like punching me out for flirting with Arzumand Jahāngīr.
“Yeah, nice to meet you. Well, guys, we really gotta go now.”
“Whoa wait! Do you all wanna do something tonight?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked as Al Rashīdah Al Shams stood close to my side.
Arzumand Jahāngīr and I were deliberately speechless hoping not to send vibes about our relationship with each other.
“Sorry. No, we have some things to do. Thank you anyway.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said quickly.
“Oh, come on please? It’ll be fun. Just a few hours.” Al Rashīdah Al Shams continued to beg.
I looked at Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face looked scared.
“No, really we can’t. I’m sorry.” I apologized.
Sakīnah Āftāb and Al Rashīdah Al Shams were losing our patience with us.
“Look, we get bored here. I don’t want to hang out with my cousin all night. We don’t have many friends either. I really would like for you all to join us.” Sakīnah Āftāb said sincerely.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt bad and I did too.
“Oh ok, but just for a while. I still have to call my Abbū tonight to check up on the situation with my car.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said softly.
I agreed with her and we saw the cousins’ faces light up with satisfaction.
I knew this night was going to be long as it had when we’d gone with her parents.*
The four of us arrived at Sakīnah Āftāb’s apartment a little past six o’clock.
Arzumand Jahāngīr and I had followed them.
Sakīnah Āftāb lived in the nice side of town obviously.
We followed the black BMW through the gates and forward.
“Can this Sakīnah Āftāb girl afford to live here?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked shocked.
“Yeah, I guess so. Her parents are rich. They may even probably pay the rent.” I said looking around at the apartment complex.
Once inside, Sakīnah Āftāb offered us a seat in her spacious living room.
Sakīnah Āftāb turned on her big screen TV and handed Al Rashīdah Al Shams the remote.
“You all make yourselves comfortable and I’m gonna make some drinks. I got some juice too if you want some, Durgesh.” Sakīnah Āftāb shouted out from the kitchen.
“Yeah, a juice will do for me.” I called out seeing Al Rashīdah Al Shams with her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes glued on me.
“Hey cuz make me a screwdriver. And Arzumand Jahāngīr? What do you want?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams asked anxiously.
“Nothing for me. I don’t like to drink.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams burst out laughing.
“Are you serious? Durgesh, is your Arzumand Jahāngīr for real?”
I kept a straight face.
“Yes. I don’t really drink myself either. Just a juice every now and then.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams looked at us.
She admired us for being so nice to each other and we both looked so innocent.
She would love to make Durgesh into a bad boy herself.
She knew Sakīnah Āftāb could take away any innocence Arzumand Jahāngīr had.
Together, she and Sakīnah Āftāb would corrupt these ashvinātam lovers.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams put in on MTV2 and started dancing around as we played “Setting Sun”.
She danced in her short little blue jean skirt right in front of me.
I turned my head away and saw Arzumand Jahāngīr looking sternly at me.
I smiled assuring her, knowing Arzumand Jahāngīr was getting jealous.
Sakīnah Āftāb, Al Rashīdah Al Shams and Wājidah Akbar, all of them were too much beautiful and equally bold and horny.
Sakīnah Āftāb was in the kitchen getting the drinks together.
She poked her head out and called out for Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Arzumand Jahāngīr did not intend to leave me alone with this sex-crazed Musalmān Beauty, but at the same time, she couldn’t stand to be there a minute longer.
She got up and joined Sakīnah Āftāb in the kitchen.
“So how do you like my place?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked trying to make conversation.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked around at the beautiful space.
“Well, I’ve gotta tell you that it’s really awesome. But of course, you can afford something like this.”
Sakīnah Āftāb sneered at Arzumand Jahāngīr’s comment.
“Well, you’re free to stay here whenever you want.”
Sakīnah Āftāb brushed her hand along her arm as Arzumand Jahāngīr just turned away from her.
“Sakīnah Āftāb, I already told you I’m seeing someone else.”
“Yeah, and that someone else isn’t here, is he?”
Oh Sakīnah Āftāb if you only knew! Arzumand Jahāngīr thought to herself.
She smiled at Sakīnah Āftāb mysteriously.*

In the living room, I sat watching Al Rashīdah Al Shams as she continued to prance around letting her skirt move up almost showing me her panties.
I felt my erection and hoped Arzumand Jahāngīr and Sakīnah Āftāb would hurry back.
I know he is checking me out, Al Rashīdah Al Shams said silently.
She danced around the room and slowly walked over to me sitting next to me.
Very close.
She put her hand, as if unintentionally, over my Uncut Hindu Lund, giving her hand a little squeeze.
“So do you have a Musalmān girlfriend?” She asked seductively.
I shifted my body trying to move away.
“Yeah, I actually do.”
“Oh, Durgesh, is that so? Where is she? I know if I was your Musalmān Girlfriend, I would not dare let you out of my sight. I’d be afraid, Musalmān Beauties like me, might want to steal you away.”
I kept my eyes on the television and felt Al Rashīdah Al Shams’s hand on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I smiled at her politely, courteously, cleared my throat, yet did not move her hand away from my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It would have been immensely impolite of me.
She was an adult young Musalmān Beauty.
She had every right even to grab my Uncut Hindu Lund if she wanted to.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams was only executing her fundamental woman right.
What the hell was wrong in it?
Al Rashīdah Al Shams was squeezing my Uncut Hindu Lund every now and then seductively.
Her actions were very much inviting.

Sakīnah Āftāb and Arzumand Jahāngīr came back from the kitchen.
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s eyes were full of fury seeing Al Rashīdah Al Shams sitting right next to me flirting madly with me.
She knew she could trust DURGESH, but she didn’t trust that Musalmān Beauty.
Sakīnah Āftāb was carrying the drinks.
She’d brought out a juice for me a beer for herself, Al Rashīdah Al Shams’s screwdriver and a coke for Arzumand Jahāngīr.
I felt my pulse quicken as I saw Sakīnah Āftāb sitting next to Arzumand Jahāngīr smoothly putting her arm around her.
I wanted just to go beat the crap out of Sakīnah Āftāb.
“Hey, Durgesh, instead of going out how about we order in some Chinese?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams yelped.
Arzumand Jahāngīr and I didn’t like the idea but still agreed.
The cousins continued to talk about their own entertaining of Arzumand Jahāngīr and me.
It seemed as if we were ignoring what Sakīnah Āftāb and Al Rashīdah Al Shams had to say.
Our eyes were locked on one another. Arzumand Jahāngīr knew, once we got home she was going to make love to me, once again, fiercely.

It was almost ten at night by the time we finished with dinner and talking.
Arzumand Jahāngīr and I were ready to go home.
Somehow seeing a Musalmān Beauty flirt with me had made Arzumand Jahāngīr hot.
She had never been more excited.
The feelings were mutual and I too had been turned on that Sakīnah Āftāb wanted Arzumand Jahāngīr, but Arzumand Jahāngīr was all mine.*

Al Rashīdah Al Shams moaned after we left.
“Ugh Durgesh says he has got a Musalmān Girlfriend!”
“Yeah, she says she is got a Hindu boyfriend too. It’s OK cuz. We are both very charming people. I know we can get them where we want them.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams lay on the couch closing her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes thinking of me.
She knew she had some masturbation material for the night.
“Well cuz could you take me home now. I really gotta shower up.” Al Rashīdah Al Shams pleaded feeling so horny.
Sakīnah Āftāb agreed.
She too could not wait for her cousin to leave so she could jerk off thinking of me how my sweet strong Hindu body felt.*

Back at home, Arzumand Jahāngīr and I kissed passionately in the bathroom, as we got ready to shower together once again.
We were both naked pressing our bodies against each other.
Our youthful bodies were hot as we both craved one another.
“Mmmm you got me so hot tonight,” Arzumand Jahāngīr rasped.
“Yeah? Why?” I asked kissing her neck.
“Just looking at Al Rashīdah Al Shams wanting you so much, was so hot. Just the thought of other women wanting you turns me on. All of the Beauties, whether Musalmān Beauties or otherwise, want you vehemently, but all of them can’t have you.”
“Why?” I asked politely, sweetly, kindly actually.
I knew Arzumand Jahāngīr was burning inside, torturing herself immensely, unnecessarily, out of jealousy.
Jealousy was actually an animal desire.
In the evolution process, from animal to humanity, to infinite divinity, jealousy just follows due to natural inertia inherent into us.
The humankind has to win over every inherent inertia with deliberate efforts practicing more and more humanity.
Arzumand Jahāngīr avoided answering my question deliberately for obvious reasons.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock grow harder as I felt Arzumand Jahāngīr; my sweet maternal cousin was revealing this to me.
“Oh yeah? I got hard just knowing how bad Sakīnah Āftāb wants you.”
“I am all yours. Oh fuck Durgesh darling, I’m so horny! I want you to fuck me good.”
“I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you so hard!”
She stopped for a Moment and looked into my loving eyes.
DURGESH,” Arzumand Jahāngīr said turning red, “I want you to fuck me from behind. In my ass. Will you? Please!”
I felt myself almost choke stunned by Arzumand Jahāngīr’s request.
I’d ever done anal sex with almost every Musalmān Beauty on her own request.
Most Musalmān Beauties would have just thought doing that was disgusting, at first, but eventually they themselves requested it from me.
Perhaps there wasn’t any Musalmān Beauty I fuck who never requested me for anal sex with her.
Was anal sex the ultimate intimacy?
Not vaginal sex.
Wasn’t anal sex unproductive in comparison with vaginal sex?
But so was oral sex too.
Yet, almost every woman longs for oral sex as well as every man too.
Now here was my precious little maternal cousin begging me to do it.
I wasn’t going to say ‘no’.
Why the hell should I?
Didn’t I know, countless Musalmān houses, countless Christian houses, countless Jew houses, countless other houses, including Brāhmañ and Savarñ houses too, were broken by their sophisticated housewives even, because they wanted oral and anal sex from their husbands and the husbands foolishly refused to do it?
The enraged housewives ultimately eventually came to me to get what they wanted.

Even if it was inhuman, even if it was animalistic, I did it with them, because their evolution hadn’t reached the point.
Wasn’t it better than breaking home?

Chapter 42
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: 40


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Chapter 40

Durgesh Arzumand Jahāngīr

That little bitch! Wājidah Akbar said quietly.
“So have you may be given anymore thought to possibly go out with me?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked me all of a sudden as we sat side by side in the empty lab.
Arzumand Jahāngīr, caught by surprise wasn’t sure how to respond.
“Well, uh I mean I told you I was seeing someone.”
Sakīnah Āftāb sighed.
“I know I was just hoping maybe you’d have dumped him this weekend.”
If Sakīnah Āftāb only knew who Arzumand Jahāngīr was seeing, she’d probably freak and for sure she’d stop asking her out on dates.
“Well I didn’t dump him, sorry,” She said giggling.
I have to find out who this guy is.
He must be something special for her to turn me down.
Sakīnah Āftāb thought wondering.
She loved working with Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Each day she talked to her, she liked her more and more.
It was her luck though, she’d finally found the perfect girl and she was taken.
Wājidah Akbar stomped to the restroom furiously.
She felt tears in her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.
She looked at her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face in the mirror closely.
She couldn’t figure it out.
She was very pretty, smart and ambitious.
Most men wouldn’t turn her down, most men except Sakīnah Āftāb.
Sakīnah Āftāb was a vowed profound lesbian.
Why had she even bothered to sleep with me?
Now here she was going crazy because I liked another girl.
It was finally the end of another day and Arzumand Jahāngīr was anxiously waiting to get home to be with her utmost experienced Hindu lover.
She was walking out and saw Wājidah Akbar straightening up her desk.
Arzumand Jahāngīr hated passing by her but she knew she had to.
“Well leaving already? I thought you and Sakīnah Āftāb were working late again?” Wājidah Akbar said sarcastically as Arzumand Jahāngīr was trying to walk past her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr stopped and glared at the tall blonde.
“Well no, not tonight.”
Wājidah Akbar rolled her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.
“I suppose some other night then, when you’re in the mood huh?”
Arzumand Jahāngīr frowned.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
Wājidah Akbar didn’t respond.
She just went back to what she was doing.
Arzumand Jahāngīr figured she wasn’t worth wasting her time.
She just walked out annoyed by the girl’s comment.
She must really still like Sakīnah Āftāb to be acting like a 13 year old.
Outside, Sakīnah Āftāb was talking to Al Rashīdah Al Shams.
She kept going on about her first day of University.
Sakīnah Āftāb had her mind on Arzumand Jahāngīr still.
Almost everything Al Rashīdah Al Shams was saying was not registering.
“Sakīnah Āftāb? Are you listening to me?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams shrilled.
“Y-yeah I am. Give me a break girl; I’ve had a long day Al Rashīdah Al Shams.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams grunted aggravated.
“Forget it cuz, I’m gonna go talk to Wājidah Akbar now.”
“Great! And if you talk to her, tell her how much I like Arzumand Jahāngīr.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams narrowed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes at her cousin.
“You can be such an asshole, Sakīnah Āftāb. Bye!”
Sakīnah Āftāb laughed wickedly as Al Rashīdah Al Shams rushed off to talk to her friend.
“Wājidah Akbar? Are you OK?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams asked finding Wājidah Akbar crying in the library lobby.
“No I’m not! Your cousin is so mean to me! She knows how much I love her and she loves to be harsh with me.”
“Allah, Wājidah Akbar, I’m sorry. I’ve tried talking to Durgesh . Don’t worry, tomorrow point out this Arzumand Jahāngīr girl, and I’ll take care of that bitch.”
Wājidah Akbar seemed to calm down.
“I actually have a plan. I’ve got access to almost all of her information. I’m going to do some research on this bitch and find out everything I can about her.”
“What if you don’t find anything?”
“Then I’m just going to making something up. Something big. Hopefully get her fired.”
“Oh so wicked my friend. I love it!” Al Rashīdah Al Shams yelled out.*

I called out into the kitchen where Arzumand Jahāngīr was preparing a fruit salad that evening.
“Hey Arzumand Jahāngīr? Arzumand Jahāngīr?”
“What babe?”
“Well, I almost forgot to tell you that Ammījān and Abbū invited us for dinner tomorrow night.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s heart sank.
It had been hard enough to go through dinner with her extremely orthodox Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān parents for one night but now another?
She knew she had to go because she loved her parents but she just kept praying they wouldn’t bring up any of her or my past relationships.
“What time did we say we had to be over there?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked mixing up the fruit.
I walked into the kitchen sitting down on one of the bar stools.
“Well, she said around seven tomorrow night. She said there was going to be some special guests.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr groaned.
“Aww, It’s bad enough that we are there, but to have someone else? Oh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! How am I going to be able to keep my hands off you for one evening?”
I stood up putting my arms around her.
“Mmmm, well, don’t worry you can make it up to me once we get home.”

She laughed softly enjoying my hold.
“So tell me how is work treating ya? Do you like your new job? You haven’t told me much about work.” I asked concerned.
Arzumand Jahāngīr shrugged.
“Well, work is work you know. I mean, well, I just think there’s some girl there that doesn’t like me much.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Doesn’t like you? Who on earth wouldn’t like you Arzumand Jahāngīr?”
“Well it’s probably because her ex-girlfriend kinda likes me.”
“She kinda likes you?” I echoed.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked sheepish.
“Yeah but it’s OK, mérī jān, I’ve already told her I’m seeing someone.”
I smirked.
“Good! I want this girl to keep away from you. Not that I blame her for trying to hit on you. Yet, I want you to keep away from lesbianism even.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr chuckled.
“Well, Sakīnah Āftāb doesn’t have any penis for me. She herself has a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt, for you instead.”
“I think I should fuck your Sakīnah Āftāb too, to keep away her from you.” I said gravely.
Arzumand Jahāngīr laughed.
She chuckled once more.
“Sakīnah Āftāb? Interesting.”
“What do you mean?”
Sakīnah Āftāb is a vowed profound lesbian. She hates Hindus and Musalmīn mankind alike.”
“Nonsense, why?”
“She thinks you Hindus are nāpāk, filthy, and most of the Musalmīn are Uneducated/Under Educated, criminal/criminal minded therefore consequently. Lesbianism is better instead of surrounding to anyone of you Hindus or Musalmīn.”
“She must be crazy.” I laughed.
“Oh whatever, you know you got me under your spell Durgesh, my Hindu Love. I’m so in love with you.”
I slid my arms around her waist once again pressing my body on her.
She always made me hard.
She had this way of turning me on, such an innocent way.
It was still hard to believe that she was mine, all mine.

The next day Wājidah Akbar looked in the employee files to get as much information about Arzumand Jahāngīr as she could.
So far she’d come up with nothing.
“Allah! God, this is useless!” She muttered.
She only found out that Arzumand Jahāngīr supposedly didn’t live in town, but out in the suburbs.
She must really need this job for her to be driving out here every day.
Oh poor girl, Wājidah Akbar was gonna fix that for her.
She’d make sure to get her gorgeous glorious excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass fired.
“Wājidah Akbar, you seen Arzumand Jahāngīr ?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked as Wājidah Akbar almost jumped from her seat.
“N-n-no I haven’t.”
Sakīnah Āftāb looked at her suspiciously.
“What are you doing?”
Wājidah Akbar covered up the computer screen.
“Nothing, just researching. Mind your damn business!”
Sakīnah Āftāb frowned and walked away.
She hated working with Wājidah Akbar and knew she was just here to keep her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes on her.
Sakīnah Āftāb’s uncle, Al Shams Naåīmuddīn, was Al Rashīdah Al Shams’s Abbū, was the dean of the university and adored Wājidah Akbar and her whole family.
Wājidah Akbar knew she could get away with almost anything.
She didn’t even have to work coming from a rich family, but she did just to be by Sakīnah Āftāb’s side.
Wājidah Akbar herself was an incurable lesbian.
It was not easy for Wājidah Akbar, therefore, to keep away from Sakīnah Āftāb.

Sakīnah Āftāb found Arzumand Jahāngīr outside by her car.
She heard her car making loud screeching noises.
As she got closer, she saw Arzumand Jahāngīr almost cursing loudly.
Sakīnah Āftāb smiled looking at her sweet innocent face looking so upset in need of help.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr, what’s wrong?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked as she approached her.
She hit the wheel of her car with her and grunting.
“It’s this damn car. It doesn’t want to start. I was going to go, have some lunch, and here I find myself stuck!”
Sakīnah Āftāb knelt down to have her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face to face.
“Don’t worry Arzumand Jahāngīr. Look I was gonna go have some lunch too. In fact I was gonna ask if you wanted to go have lunch with me.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked down.
“I-I can’t. I’m just going to stay and have lunch in the student lounge.”
Sakīnah Āftāb laughed.
“Nonsense! Come on. It’s not a date. Just two people going out for lunch.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr ran her hands through her hair.
“Oh, Ok, I suppose so.”
Sakīnah Āftāb felt her ego stroked.
They both walked over to Sakīnah Āftāb’s BMW and rode off to have lunch.
Sakīnah Āftāb went on telling her a little bit about herself and her family.
It seemed as she came from a big wealthy family.
Although Sakīnah Āftāb was rich, she didn’t seem snotty to Arzumand Jahāngīr.
She’d run into many wealthy girls in her time, but none had the pleasant attitude Sakīnah Āftāb had.
They arrived at a nice little bistro downtown.
The place was pretty crowded yet they still didn’t even have to wait to sit down.
Arzumand Jahāngīr supposed the people at the restaurant must know Sakīnah Āftāb or her family.
They sat in a table outside since the sky was cloudy and the weather was nice.
“So I finally get to talk to you outside of work.” Sakīnah Āftāb said as they skimmed through the menu.
“Yeah I suppose so. Do you come here a lot?”
“Not really. I mean I do know some of the waitresses here. I went to University with some of them.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr watched one of the waitresses approach them bringing them two glasses of water.
She smiled flirtingly with Sakīnah Āftāb.
Sakīnah Āftāb didn’t seem to give her the time of day though.
“I see you’re popular here with the ladies,” Arzumand Jahāngīr teased taking a sip of her water.

Sakīnah Āftāb scoffed.
“Yeah I guess, but there is one lady who won’t give me a chance at all.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt Sakīnah Āftāb’s blue eyes pierce at her.
She cleared her throat changing the subject.
She’d hoped Sakīnah Āftāb would just accept the fact that she’d never be interested in her.
But most of all she’d hoped she’d never find out about who Arzumand Jahāngīr was in fact in love with.
Arzumand Jahāngīr didn’t want to face her extremely orthodox immensely unreasonable Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān parents that she loved me, a Hindu.
Yes, her parents, Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī and Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn, both loved me very much as their ‘son’, but not to the extent that they would allow her permanent live in relationship with me.
The Hindus were nāpāk, filthy, in their opinion.
And I was a Hindu, after all.*

After lunch Arzumand Jahāngīr and Sakīnah Āftāb headed back to work.
Wājidah Akbar could see them driving up through the window in the library.
She felt her heart breaking.
It seemed like this Arzumand Jahāngīr bitch was just teasing Sakīnah Āftāb.
She must be one of those kinds of women who like to drag people’s heart around and then just move on to the next victim.

Sakīnah Āftāb and Arzumand Jahāngīr walked back in laughing and making Wājidah Akbar want to just burst out crying.
Arzumand Jahāngīr passed by Wājidah Akbar’s desk feeling her smile fade, while the blonde gave her hateful stares.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt bad deep down knowing this girl loved Sakīnah Āftāb.
Arzumand Jahāngīr hurried back to her car that evening hoping it would turn on.
No luck.
It just made loud sounds that almost made her ears bleed.
Durgesh ! I’m gonna call Durgesh !

She ran back up to the building to call me hoping I’d already be home.
Wājidah Akbar sat at her desk talking to Al Rashīdah Al Shams.
Arzumand Jahāngīr passed quickly by them.
“That’s her!” Wājidah Akbar hissed pointing out Arzumand Jahāngīr to Al Rashīdah Al Shams.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams frowned.
“Wājidah Akbar, you shouldn’t even worry about her. She looks so plain.”
“Well, plain or not, your cousin obviously likes her!”
“What is she still doing here?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams asked in disgust.
“I don’t know she probably forgot to give Sakīnah Āftāb a lesbian eat and she is rushing back to do it.”
Both girls laughed at Wājidah Akbar’s comment.
“Shit Wājidah Akbar, that was a good one!”
The phone was ringing and no answer.
“Shit!” Arzumand Jahāngīr whined.
She then went ahead and tried my cell phone.
She’d hoped I wasn’t in the shower or on the other side of town.
“Hello?” Arzumand Jahāngīr finally heard my voice pick up.
“Durgesh! Oh sweetie I’m so glad you picked up! Listen my car won’t start! Could you pick me up from work?”
“Yes! Of course! What building you in?” I asked.
Arzumand Jahāngīr gave me directions and I’d advised her I’d be there in a few minutes since I was myself close to the university then.
Arzumand Jahāngīr decided to just wait in her office for a while.
She didn’t want to walk by Wājidah Akbar and her friend again.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams and Wājidah Akbar were still at the front desk gossiping about other innocent people.
Wājidah Akbar was mostly talking about Sakīnah Āftāb like always.
In a way Al Rashīdah Al Shams would get tired of hearing her friend whine about her cousin, but she was her best friend after all.
They were talking loudly until Al Rashīdah Al Shams heard someone walking up the stairs.
She turned to see a medium handsome young man with my eyes on her.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams felt her breath being taken away.
Allah! Oh my God! Fuck he is hot!
Wājidah Akbar watched curiously at her friend gawking this young man.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams just stood there with a silly smile.
“Can I help you?” Wājidah Akbar went on.
“Yeah I’m here looking for Arzumand Jahāngīr.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams all of a sudden felt disappointed.
Did this Arzumand Jahāngīr bitch also have this gorgeous guy under her possession?
Wājidah Akbar on the other hand, felt more relieved.
Maybe this guy was Arzumand Jahāngīr’s boyfriend.
She only hoped so.
“May I ask who you are?” Wājidah Akbar prayed I’d say ‘a boyfriend’.
“I-I’m Durgesh. Durgesh .”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams’s smile returned and Wājidah Akbar’s disappointment continued.
“Oh? Well let me go tell her you’re here.” Wājidah Akbar stomped out to get Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams couldn’t stop grinning.
The young man just made her feel like a little University girl.
“So? You’re Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Hindu boyfriend? Well Arzumand Jahāngīr is a really good worker, so I hear.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams lied.
“Really? You know my Arzumand Jahāngīr?”
“Well not really, but Sakīnah Āftāb, my cousin, has a huge crush on her and I told me herself that she is a hard worker.”
I stared closely at the dark haired Musalmān Beauty.
She looked devious and mean.
Was she actually trying to set up her cousin with Arzumand Jahāngīr?
I’d have to ask Arzumand Jahāngīr about that.

Arzumand Jahāngīr was getting her purse ready to walk downstairs.
She saw Wājidah Akbar standing there.
“Your Durgesh is here asking for you.” She said in a cynical tone.
“Thanks.” Arzumand Jahāngīr rushed to see her utmost experienced Hindu lover.
She paused for a Moment as I was talking to Wājidah Akbar’s friend.
This girl seemed to be flirting with Durgesh !
Luckily, it seemed like Durgesh wasn’t paying much attention to her.
My face lit up as I saw Arzumand Jahāngīr.
“Hey Arzumand Jahāngīr.” I said quietly.
“Thanks for picking me up Durgesh, my Hindu Love.” She felt herself blush.
“Oh Arzumand Jahāngīr, is it?” The dark haired girl asked.
“Yes?” Arzumand Jahāngīr replied confused.
“I’m sorry; I’m Al Rashīdah Al Shams. Sakīnah Āftāb’s cousin.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr shook the girl’s hand.
“Nice to meet you Al Rashīdah Al Shams. Well we gotta get going.”
“OK. Nice to have it you Durgesh . And you too Arzumand Jahāngīr.” Al Rashīdah Al Shams said watching us walk away.
She felt Wājidah Akbar staring at her.
“What?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams asked innocently.
“Were you just being nice to my biggest enemy?”
“No, not really.”
“Shit Al Rashīdah Al Shams! You like Durgesh , don’t you?” Wājidah Akbar asked furiously.
“What? Durgesh and me? No way!” Just keep lying Al Rashīdah Al Shams.

Al Rashīdah Al Shams drove home with Sakīnah Āftāb once again that evening.
She was quiet this time.
She couldn’t get Arzumand Jahāngīr’s utmost experienced Hindu lover Durgesh out of her mind.
I had a look that was so sincere and loving.
Not only that but I was so fuckin’ hot!
Now she felt trapped.
She didn’t know whether to get Arzumand Jahāngīr and Sakīnah Āftāb closer so she’d have a shot with me , or keeping her word to her best friend about helping her get Arzumand Jahāngīr out of Sakīnah Āftāb’s life.

Arzumand Jahāngīr and I drove to her parents’ house in silence.
Arzumand Jahāngīr wondered what Wājidah Akbar or Al Rashīdah Al Shams had said to me about Sakīnah Āftāb.
I was never silent unless I was thinking.
“DURGESH? You OK?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked softly placing her hand over mine.
I sighed.
“Yeah I’m fine but that Al Rashīdah Al Shams girl mentioned something about her cousin having a crush on you?”
“Well, yeah, that’s the guy I told you about. I already told you that I got that situation under control babe. She knows I’m seeing someone. That someone is you.”
I still didn’t feel comfortable.
I didn’t like the fact that my beautiful maternal cousin was working with some girl who would obviously try to hit on her.
The fact that I really couldn’t do anything about it worried me off even more.
“I guess I just get anxious thinking some girl might lure you away from me.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled.
“No way! That will never happen. I’m yours Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! All yours.”*

We arrived at Arzumand Jahāngīr’s parents’ house a little before seven.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her heart sink as she saw two cars in the driveway.
She recognized one of the cars. It was
Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb’s car!
She looked at me and saw my face go grave.
I slowly turned to Arzumand Jahāngīr with an apologetic look.
“I didn’t know Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb was going to be here, Arzumand Jahāngīr.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr took a deep breath.
“I didn’t either. Look she is your past. Let’s just get this night over with.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr and I walked in the house immediately hearing Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī’s boisterous voice.
We could hear the laughter of Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb and Arzumand Jahāngīr’s parents in the dining room.

Arzumand Jahāngīr knew her parents always wanted me to end up marrying Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb, and I knew that as well.
Wasn’t it?
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s immensely orthodox, extremely backward utmost communal Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān parents didn’t have any objection that Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb, an ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girl, would marry a Hindu.
Yet, it was certain almost that they would object to Arzumand Jahāngīr’s live in relationship with me.
Arzumand Jahāngīr retorted sarcastically.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr! Durgesh ! Come on in! Look who’s here!” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī shouted seeing us arrive.

Arzumand Jahāngīr forced a smile as she greeted Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb’s parents Imāmuddīn Wahāb and Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb.
They loved us as Arzumand Jahāngīr’s own parents did.
They used to sometimes baby sit Arzumand Jahāngīr when she was a little girl.
To me and Arzumand Jahāngīr, Imāmuddīn Wahāb and Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb were considered Arzumand Jahāngīr’s second parents, just as Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn and Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī were to Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb.

Yet, I felt my stomach didn’t turn to knots.
I looked at Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb.
I had to admit she looked very beautiful.
Her green eyes sparkled as she looked at me.
Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb stood up from her chair and walked over to greet me.
She was wearing her dark navy blue pants and a white and blue shirt that clung on to her nice Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
“Hey there.” She said softly giving me a hug.
“Hey how you been?” I asked quietly.
I held her in my strong Hindu arms feeling her move her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body closer to mine.
I felt immensely hardened for her.
Yet, still, holding Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb was nothing compared to holding Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Arzumand Jahāngīr eyed me holding my ex-girlfriend.
She felt a twinge of jealousy for a Moment.
Ok stop it Arzumand Jahāngīr, Durgesh loves you now, she reminded herself.
“I’ve been good. I don’t know if your Ammījān told you or not, but I finally finished my lady doctor’s degree. I’m working at one of the largest hospitals downtown.”
“Yeah, she told me. Congratulations. I always knew you’d achieve your dream.”
Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb‘s pretty face turned red.
It’d been so hard to get over me, after our wonderful live in relationship we’d had.
She knew deep down she loved me still and she’d go back to me in a heartbeat if I ever asked her.
I found her right palm once again closing around my Uncut Hindu Penis.
In courtesy?
Courtesy to our wonderful former live in relationship?
I wasn’t sure.
Her grip on my Uncut Hindu Penis was immensely inviting actually, rather than pure formal courtesy only.
“Thanks! Hey, Arzumand Jahāngīr looks great! I hear she is working at one of the local University s in town huh?”
I nodded feeling proud of Arzumand Jahāngīr. My ardent Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān lover.
“Yeah and she loves her job so far.”

Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb took one look at Arzumand Jahāngīr and went to greet her as well.
Arzumand Jahāngīr always admired Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb for being so smart and beautiful.
She’d never really paid attention to her and my relationship until now.
It was weird to be friends with someone, who used to be with the person, you were in love with now.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr sweetie, how are you?” Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb squealed giving her a hug.
“I’m great and you?”
“Well, just been working a lot. This is my first day off in a while. I mean University was nonstop and I just started working a few weeks ago so I finally got my day off today.”
“It’s good to see you Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb,” Arzumand Jahāngīr said almost lying.
“You too Arzumand Jahāngīr. We need to hang out like we used to.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr almost cringed at that media.
How would she be able to hang out with Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb, knowing Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb would talk about how she and Durgesh used to kiss, touch, and everything else.
She didn’t want to hear that at all.
That was my past.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was my future.

Chapter 41
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: 39


Volume 2

Ved Nagar


Previous Chapters

Chapter 39

Durgesh Arzumand Jahāngīr
Durgesh Bābarah Åālamgīr

Arzumand Jahāngīr was still breathless.
She began to get dressed still feeling horny for me.
She could hear her parents shrill as they saw me.
It’s been a few months since I had last visited them.
Once dressed again, Arzumand Jahāngīr walked out hoping to Allah that any feelings she had for me would not slip out.

Sakīnah Āftāb was driving back home late that evening.
She was with her cousin Al Rashīdah Al Shams listening to her go on and on about Wājidah Akbar.
Sakīnah Āftāb usually took her cousin home, since she’d gotten herself caught with a D.W.I and had her license suspended.
“Why don’t you just give Wājidah Akbar another chance?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams whined.
Sakīnah Āftāb nodded.
“You know why. Because she is a real bitch. I mean yes she is hot, but damn she is so fuckin’ possessive! I felt like I couldn’t even breathe when I was going out with her.”
“Well, look, she is changed. I have seen her change myself.”
Sakīnah Āftāb rolled her eyes.
“Al Rashīdah Al Shams, we talk about this all the time. I told you I don’t want to date Wājidah Akbar again.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams laughed.
“Oh that’s right; she says you got your eyes on some Ms. Perfect at work.”
Sakīnah Āftāb looked at her with fury.
“So what if I do? It’s not of her business.”
“I think it is. I mean she still loves you. Besides, you don’t even know this new girl. She might be worse than Wājidah Akbar.”
Sakīnah Āftāb burst out laughing.
“Yeah right. No one is as bad as Wājidah Akbar. Except maybe the devil!”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams shot her a look of disgust.
“Well, I’m sorry Al Rashīdah Al Shams, I know she is your friend and all but that’s just how I feel. Besides, you know you just want me to date her because her family is filthy rich.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams didn’t respond.
She needed to find out who this Arzumand Jahāngīr was.
She was just as curious about this girl as Wājidah Akbar was.
Sakīnah Āftāb was always picky about girls she wanted to date.
She could see by the look in her eyes that she really liked this girl.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams was just going to have to do some Investigations of her own.
For now though, she was still thinking of a plan to get Sakīnah Āftāb and Wājidah Akbar together again.*

Arzumand Jahāngīr came out of my room hoping she didn’t give out any sexual vibes.
“Hi Ammījān, hi Abbū!”
“Hi sweetheart, “Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī kissed her daughter on the cheek.
“How’s my little girl?” Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn asked as he put his arms around his daughter.
“Hi Abbū, I’m fine. What brings you guys here?”
I came back with quite a bold front.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was immensely surprised.
How the hell Durgesh can manage it?
I didn’t look nervous even a bit.
Instead, I was smiling graciously and quite confident too.
“Well we were in town, and we thought we’d just come see how you both are doing.” Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn replied taking a sip of water.
“Well, we’re doing fine. I finally got my job so I’m feeling good.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said sitting down next to her Ammī.
“That’s great, sweetie. Now you can move back home with us once you get to buy a better running car huh?” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī asked her daughter beaming with pride.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked at me and then at her orthodox Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān parents.
I sat down next to her Abbū, smiling.
Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn called me ‘son’.
He didn’t believe I was sixty three.
Everyone thought I was thirty three only.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had perfectly established it legally beyond all doubt.
When I told someone I was sixty three, everyone thought I was perverted to enjoy sex with MILFs.
None believed my true age.
The teenagers were claiming more.
They claimed I was anywhere between twenty three and twenty eight, not thirty three even.
Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!
Jākī rahī bhāvnā jaisī,
Prabhu moorati dékhī tin taisī
Sur nar muni sabkī yahi rītī,
Swārath lagī karahin sab prītī
Anyway, I was vivacious and looking cheerful.
Arzumand Jahāngīr knew she had to find a way to tell her parents that she didn’t want to move back with them.
She wanted to stay with me.
“Well, for now I said I could stay with Durgesh for a while, until I get my stuff together. I really would just like to live in town. It’s closer to my job anyway.”
Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī tried to protest.
She worried dearly for her only daughter.
Ever since Arzumand Jahāngīr was a little girl, Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī was somewhat too much overprotective of her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr had always been a smart, but naïve girl.
She was too nice that sometimes she let people even run over her.
Luckily because of her immense Musalmān beauty, men never really took advantage of her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr had beauty and charm to protect her.
“But sweetie, you got a place at home. Why do you want to pay high rent and live in town?”
“Ammījān, I have to learn responsibility. You know I’m going to need to learn to be alone.”
Her Ammī laughed.
“I bet you won’t run away. I know you’re going to hopefully meet a really great man to be with you. You’ll never be alone.”
I smiled confidently.
That’s right my dear, she’ll never be alone. I’ll always be with her. I said in my mind.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt trapped for a moment.
How would she ever have the balls to face up to her ever orthodox Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān parents and let them know she was in love with me?
How long would this ashvinātam love affair last?
She’d want it to be forever of course, but she knew that was highly impossible.
“Well, anyway, we were going to order a pizza tonight if you guys want to join us?” I interrupted.
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s parents’ faces lit up.
“Yes, we’d love to join you. I’ll tell you what, we’ll buy the salad.” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī said cheerfully.
I went to order the pizza and salad for the family.
Arzumand Jahāngīr still felt nervous and yet it excited her in a way knowing that her immensely orthodox Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān parents didn’t have a clue Arzumand Jahāngīr was in love with me.
If they ever found out Arzumand Jahāngīr would never deny it.
She’d never deny her love for me. Her Hindu lover.*

I fucked Bābarah Åālamgīr nonstop for how many days, neither of us cared.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was immensely happy.
She started it, straddling me.
But soon I got control.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was pleasantly surprised when I did it.
Yet, she wasn’t born yesterday.
She was an immensely successful journalist.
Soon she realized I wasn’t normal.
Her smart action not only startled and dumbfounded me.
It sent me in trance as well.
Bābarah Åālamgīr realized soon, it was not herself, Bābarah Åālamgīr that is, I was fucking.
It was Jamīlah Aurangzeb, her Ammī, my live in relationship partner, I was fucking.
Intense disappointment dawned on Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Yet she controlled herself and decided to play the role of her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb.*

The family ate dinner that night.
Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī and I did most of the talking though.

“Oh, Durgesh. Guess who came by the other day?” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī blurted out.
I looked blank.
“I don’t know. Who?”
Her Ammī shrieked happily.
“Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb!”
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her heart sink.
Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb had been a longtime girlfriend of mine when Arzumand Jahāngīr was just starting University.
She lived only a few houses down and since they were children, they used to play together.
Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb was only a few months younger than Arzumand Jahāngīr and Arzumand Jahāngīr knew Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb still had feelings for me.
Arzumand Jahāngīr could never hate Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb though, since Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb was a good friend of the family and Arzumand Jahāngīr used to look up to her as a big maternal cousin .
I felt Arzumand Jahāngīr staring at me.
Maybe she just wanted to see my reaction.
I tried to keep calm.
I still loved Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb, but more like a friend.
We had eventually broken up because we both wanted different things.
Even though we broke up our 2-year relationship, Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb still remained friends with the family.
Even with Arzumand Jahāngīr.
“Oh Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb? How is she now days?” I asked gravely.
“Well she is already finished with her doctor’s degree. I believe she recently started working at one of the hospitals here in town.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr cleared her throat to change the subject.
“So, Abbū, how is work for you?”
I felt myself proud hearing the jealous tone in Arzumand Jahāngīr’s voice.
She looked so cute when she got jealous.
Arzumand Jahāngīr just glared at me across the table as our eyes locked.
She was actually almost tuning out her Abbū as I went on about my job.
I’d been a wonderfully successful Sex Therapist for over 45 years now.
Arzumand Jahāngīr knew she was falling in love with me more each day.
And at that Moment it was strange, but she was yearning for me to be inside her.
Letting my Hindu manhood enter her as she exploded in ecstasy.
The way I made her cum like no other man ever could.
Later on that night we would make love again.

As the week went by, Arzumand Jahāngīr was glad it was getting closer to the weekend.
Friday afternoon she was just closing her office after spending a long day with Sakīnah Āftāb and finally being able to set up an easy to use program for the English class that was starting on Monday.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was walking out wearing her khaki pants and a low cut black button up top.
Her hair was down loose this time.
Sakīnah Āftāb watched her from her office as she walked out.
Her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body excited me every time, I saw her.
Sakīnah Āftāb hurried to close her own office to walk her outside.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was walking down the long hallway hoping not to bump into Wājidah Akbar, the rude and nasty girl that had been giving her dirty looks the whole week.
She heard loud footsteps behind her and saw it was Sakīnah Āftāb.
At least she was one of the few people in the tech department that was nice to her.
“Hey wait for me. Is it ok if I walk you to your car?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked catching up to Arzumand Jahāngīr.

Arzumand Jahāngīr nodded giving Sakīnah Āftāb a charming smile.
“Yes please. I hate walking out alone. Besides, I wouldn’t want to run into your friend. ”
Sakīnah Āftāb stopped in front of her looking baffled.
“What do you mean? You mean Wājidah Akbar?”
Arzumand Jahāngīr tightened her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips trying to keep herself from saying something crude about the blonde girl.
“Well yes. Sakīnah Āftāb, I take it she used to be with you and probably still has a thing for you?”
Sakīnah Āftāb sighed.
“Oh yeah. She is like a damn stalker. I’m sorry if she is treating you bad. Don’t worry I’ll have a talk with her.”
She looked more comfortable now as she walked out with Sakīnah Āftāb.
Luckily it didn’t seem that Wājidah Akbar was at the front desk.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt at ease now and excited to go home to her loving Durgesh.
Sakīnah Āftāb and Arzumand Jahāngīr approached Arzumand Jahāngīr’s car.
The parking lot looked almost empty with only about five cars left.
“Thank you Sakīnah Āftāb for walking me out. I appreciate it.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said extending her hand for a handshake.
Sakīnah Āftāb took her soft hand into her, accepting her handshake.
Her grip was tight on her hand and Arzumand Jahāngīr felt as if she didn’t want to let go.
“No problem Arzumand Jahāngīr. Hey listen by the way; I was just wondering if you’d ever like to go out with me. You know it doesn’t have to be a real date or anything, just hang out.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr was about to speak but Sakīnah Āftāb cut her off.
“It’s ok you can say no. I mean do you already have a Hindu boyfriend or someone you are seeing?”
Arzumand Jahāngīr beamed.
“Well actually I am sorta seeing someone. I’m sorry, Sakīnah Āftāb.”
Sakīnah Āftāb shrugged.
“It’s OK. I should have expected a really pretty girl like you to be already taken. Well I’ll see you Monday.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr went ahead and got in her car waving goodbye to Sakīnah Āftāb.
Sakīnah Āftāb stood there until she drove away.
“I’m not going to give up on you so easily Arzumand Jahāngīr,” Sakīnah Āftāb said to herself.
At least Sakīnah Āftāb thought she was alone.
She heard a female voice all of a sudden behind her.
It was Wājidah Akbar.
“So I see, she is your latest conquest huh Sakīnah Āftāb?”
Wājidah Akbar stood there wearing her sexy short blue jean skirt and a white and blue V-neck top.
Sakīnah Āftāb looked at her with fury in her eyes.
Why couldn’t she just get over me?
Why couldn’t Arzumand Jahāngīr want me as much as Wājidah Akbar did?
“So what if I want to get with her. What’s it to you?” Sakīnah Āftāb snapped at Wājidah Akbar.
Wājidah Akbar narrowed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes at Sakīnah Āftāb .
“You know how much I still love you. I would do anything for you, Sakīnah Āftāb.”
Sakīnah Āftāb was starting to walk away slowly and turned around to look at Wājidah Akbar.
“Ok, anything? Then stay away from me and leave Arzumand Jahāngīr alone. She hasn’t done anything to you.”
With that, Sakīnah Āftāb walked away leaving Wājidah Akbar almost in tears.
It was more like tears of hate.
She’d dedicated her heart to Sakīnah Āftāb and now she just meets this new girl and she is suddenly crazy for her?
Wājidah Akbar was convinced that she hated Arzumand Jahāngīr.
She had to find a way to destroy her.
To get her out of Sakīnah Āftāb’s mind.

Arzumand Jahāngīr got home that night ready to see me.
She unlocked the apartment door and rushed inside.
It looked as if I still wasn’t home.
Then she heard the shower going off.
I opened the door walking out with just a towel wrapped around my waist.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked at me giving me a devious smile.
I quietly walked to her giving her a nice warm hug.
She could smell the scent of my soap on my skin.
“Hmm Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You got all clean for me?” She asked playfully.
I kissed her and stroked her hair.
“Yes I did. I knew you’d be coming home. I thought about you all day.”
We walked into my room holding hands.
Arzumand Jahāngīr knew she wanted to please me, in every way she could.
She knew what I’d been waiting for.
She was ready to show me how much she loved me.
She was ready to taste me.
Arzumand Jahāngīr stood in front of me anxiously waiting to take the towel off my body.
She’d been longing for my Uncut Hindu Cock all day.
Just kept thinking about how I’d feel inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
She’d done oral sex, but she’d never dared swallowed.
Swallowing was always sort of an uncomfortable deed for her.
But with me, that would all change.
She loved me and wanted everything I had for her.
“Let me kiss you Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I said in a husky tone as I pulled her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body towards me.
Arzumand Jahāngīr fell into my strong Hindu arms easily.
She felt safe and loved in my Hindu embrace.
I stroked her flawless pretty Musalmān face and gently glided my Hindu lips over hers.
My hot breath warmed her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips nicely.
We kissed gently with our tongues meeting and locking.
I ran my hands all over her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.
I loved the way she felt.
Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body was so small, yet so sexy.
She was a grown Musalmān Beauty now.
It was hard for me to ever picture her as the flat chested little girl with braces.
Now she was all Musalmān Beauty, my Musalmān Beauty.
Arzumand Jahāngīr pulled away from me as I kept trying to kiss her.
She felt herself turn red, as she was about to perform a blowjob for me.
She looked down and saw My Uncut Hindu Cock already hard underneath my towel.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr? Why did you stop? Kiss me some more!” I smiled.
Arzumand Jahāngīr nodded and placed her finger on my lips.
“Shhh don’t say anything else Durgesh, my Hindu Love. I’m going to treat you like you treated me the other night.”
I looked confused for a minute and then had a huge smile on my face as I saw Arzumand Jahāngīr slowly getting down on her knees.
She looked so shy yet she seemed to know what to do.
I felt my heart race, feeling my towel fall to the ground.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked up at me with desire.
My hard Uncut Hindu Cock was right in front of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face.
She’d never seen a sexier Uncut Hindu Cock than Mine.
The head was plump.
My Hindu precum was splattered all over her fingers as she grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand.
She took a deep breath and slowly put the head in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
I never took my eyes off her.
I watched her slurp up my Hindu precum.
Her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips smacked loudly against my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Mmmmm!” I moaned aching for her whole mouth to deep throat me.
Arzumand Jahāngīr teased me swirling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān tongue on the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She ran the tip of her tongue on the slit as more precum trickled out.
I leaned my head back feeling the sweet sensation of Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān mouth.
“Take it all in your extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth, Arzumand Jahāngīr. Suck me. Suck your big Durgesh.” I rasped grabbing her hair.
Arzumand Jahāngīr obeyed and slowly inserted inch by inch of My Uncut Hindu Cock into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
She could feel my Hindu veins on touching the insides of her cheeks.
She began to suck me off gliding her full lips back and forth hearing me groan in pleasure.
“Hmmmm that’s it. That’s it baby. Oh yes!” I blurted out in my Moment of contentment.
Arzumand Jahāngīr could taste me as she sucked me.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was big, but yet she still managed to put almost all of it in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
If she put the rest in she was afraid she’d almost choke.
She felt me put my hands on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face lifting it up to make her look up at me while she blew me.
I watched my beautiful little maternal cousin sucking on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I wanted her to look at me while she did it.
Her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips were tightly wrapped around my Uncut Hindu Lund and I could feel her putting more suction.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God! You look so sexy blowing me! I thought silently keeping my eyes on Arzumand Jahāngīr.
I was panting now feeling my balls swell up full of cum ready to shoot out in Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Musalmān mouth.
I couldn’t wait to see her reaction as she swallowed my Hindu cum.
The thought of her swallowing it made me more excited.
She’d have my Hindu cum in her Musalmān belly soon enough.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt My Uncut Hindu Cock twitch hard in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth and felt my body tighten.
I threw my head back as I came, in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
Arzumand Jahāngīr jerked as she felt a big wad of my Hindu cum hit the back of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān throat.
That spurt was followed by more shots of cum entering her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
I tasted incredible!
Arzumand Jahāngīr couldn’t believe she was guzzling down My Hindu cum.
It was her first taste of my Uncut Hindu Cock cream.
My Hindu cream.
I looked down as my eyes widened watching Arzumand Jahāngīr drink my jizz.
She swallowed it all!
So hot! I said to myself.
I made sure to keep my Uncut Hindu Cock in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth until she sucked me dry.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt the tangy salty flavor in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
She let My Uncut Hindu Cock out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth and kissed the head.
She stood up slowly putting her arms around me kissing my neck.
“I love you Durgesh, my Hindu Love. I loved tasting you.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said softly in such an innocent voice that turned me on.”
“I love you too. I wanna make love to you Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I responded lifting her up from the ground and onto my bed.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked up at me while I began to take her clothes off.
It was going to be another night of passionate lovemaking with her sexy Durgesh.

That weekend Arzumand Jahāngīr and I decided to take care of cleaning up and taking care of the laundry.
After cleaning up, we went downtown to go buy Arzumand Jahāngīr some more clothes for work.
Arzumand Jahāngīr had informed me about her lack of work clothes and I’d voluntarily offered to buy her some outfits.
“I’ll pay you back once I get my life back on track.” Arzumand Jahāngīr promised as we walked down the street window-shopping.
“No need to pay me back. I’m doing it as a gift,” I replied sweetly.

We walked by several shops and the whole time, I wanted to hold her hand or put my arms around her.
I couldn’t of course in case we bumped into someone we might know.
We’d found some very nice outfits for Arzumand Jahāngīr.
She’d been sure to model them for me to get my approval.
We were in a one of downtown’s biggest shops and Arzumand Jahāngīr was trying on some skirts.
I stood outside the dressing room waiting for her.
She stepped out wearing a semi short white skirt.
“What ya think?” She asked softly.
“I like it. Just make sure we aren’t too short of skirts. I don’t want any guys hitting on you,” I teased.
Arzumand Jahāngīr giggled.
“You don’t have to worry about that. I only got eyes for you Durgesh, my Hindu Love.”
I wanted to take her right then and there but I had to calm down.
I had to make my erection go away.
After several hours of shopping we were both tired and decided to go have dinner at a small diner close to the shops.
It was almost getting dark and the streets still looked lively.
Arzumand Jahāngīr had ordered a shrimp basket and I a burger.
We ate chatting away talking about work.
Arzumand Jahāngīr didn’t really want to mention the fact that Sakīnah Āftāb had asked her out.
She didn’t think it was important for the time being.
She also hadn’t told me about Wājidah Akbar and how rude she’d been with her.
We sat there enjoying our dinner.
Enjoying each other’s presence.
I was in love.
I thought I had been in love with Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb, but no, with Arzumand Jahāngīr it felt different, it felt real.
“You know what we should do? We should get away from this town and maybe leave the state so I could be able to kiss you in public. To show strangers who don’t know us that I love you,” I suddenly said making Arzumand Jahāngīr smile.
“That sounds just so beautiful. I would love that. Maybe someday we could go far away and not have to hide our love.”
Monday morning came too quickly it seemed.
It was going to be a long week, Arzumand Jahāngīr thought to herself.
The next project was to set up another program in the library computer lab for biology majors.
Sakīnah Āftāb had assured her it wouldn’t take as long as the program they had set up in the English lab.
Once again Sakīnah Āftāb had chosen to work with Arzumand Jahāngīr in hopes of maybe still being able to get a date with her.
Wājidah Akbar sat and watched us walk downstairs to the computer lab.
She felt frustrated and angry.
Arzumand Jahāngīr probably knew how bad Sakīnah Āftāb wanted her and she was using it to every advantage that she could.

Chapter 40
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: 36


Volume 2

Ved Nagar


Previous Chapters

Chapter 36

Durgesh Arzumand Jahāngīr

The bright sun peeked into the room early the next day waking Arzumand Jahāngīr up.
She woke up thinking last night had all be a sexy wet dream.
She felt a warm strong body against her and turned around to see me fast asleep with my arms around her.
What I’m going to do with you DURGESH? I love you so much! Arzumand Jahāngīr said to herself.

She squirmed her way out of bed still nude as I woke up brushing my hand on her back.
“Good morning sweetheart,” Arzumand Jahāngīr said pleasantly.
“Hmmmm morning! It’s so good to wake up and see you all naked!” I playfully responded.
Arzumand Jahāngīr laughed to face me.
My eyes were glowing.
We looked so full of life.
She didn’t ever remember seeing me so contented.
My hair was a mess but I still managed to make her heartbeat accelerate.
“I’m going to get ready for work. I should get home a little after five that is if the traffic is nice to me.”
“Oh, do we really have to go to work? Can’t we call in and just make love all day?” I pouted.
Arzumand Jahāngīr reached over to touch my face.
I closed my eyes feeling her soft hand on my skin.
“I wish we could! You know this is only my second day at work. I could get fired.”
“Am I not a multi zillionaire?” I squeezed her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Musalmān buttocks.
“Sure you are.” Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled, “But you are, Not I.”
“Sālī, aren’t you my wife now?”
“Sure. Thanks for telling me. Yet, I still want to keep my work, sorry.”
I smiled.
“Oh, all right I guess. If you must, you must. Just give me a nice wet kiss before you take off to get dressed.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr grinned mischievously and leaned down to plant a hot sweet kiss on my Hindu male lips.
We kissed with so much power and furry.
Our tongues were gliding on each other as we shared a deep ashvinātam kiss.
“Ok, I have to get ready now,” Arzumand Jahāngīr, said laughing as she pulled away.
I held on to her hand and kissed it softly.
“Ok love. I have to get up myself.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr put a pot of coffee on, knowing I loved drinking coffee.
Arzumand Jahāngīr then went off to get dressed.
She put her brown hair up, dressed in her black pants and white button up shirt.
She wanted to look as professional as possible, which was hard considering most of her wardrobe was still a University wardrobe.
“Durgesh, love, I’m going now. I put on some coffee for you.”
I was already getting my clothes ready.
I rushed to Arzumand Jahāngīr and gave her a mighty hug.
I squeezed her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body and Arzumand Jahāngīr felt almost suffocated.
“Hey! Watch out! You’re going me to squeeze into death!” She shrieked.
I slowly let her go and kissed her once again.
“Have a good day at work, Babe.”
“You too.” Arzumand Jahāngīr reached up to kiss me goodbye.

Arriving to her office that day, she hurried being about three minutes late.
She quickly opened up her office door and started to arrange her desk.
She turned on her computer to read the office e-mails.
She was just starting to read her first e-mail when she heard light tapping at her door.
She looked up to see Sakīnah Āftāb the young woman who had been so kind to show her around.
“H-hi,” Arzumand Jahāngīr said stammering as the young woman caught her by surprise.
Sakīnah Āftāb smiled sweetly at her.
“Well good morning Ms. Jahāngīr. Listen, I just came by to let you know that you and I are going to be working on the next program that has to be set up for an English lab.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr nodded.
“Oh Ok. What time do we need to go?”
“Well actually in a few minutes. I know it’s sudden, I was going to do this project with Wājidah Akbar, she works downstairs, but I would rather work with you.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face turn red.
“Oh? Why me?”
“Because you’re new and I want to see what you’re capable of. Besides, you’re so much pleasant than Wājidah Akbar.”
“More pleasant? You just met me yesterday!” Arzumand Jahāngīr giggled.
“Yeah I know, but I’ve known Wājidah Akbar for a few years now and believe me, I think anyone is more pleasant than she is.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr rolled her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.
“OK whatever, let me just read my e-mails and I’ll meet you downstairs?”
Sakīnah Āftāb winked at her and slowly walked away.
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s blue eyes were still glued on her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr went on to reading her e-mails and gathered up her things to go meet Sakīnah Āftāb downstairs.
As she passed by the main tech desk, she heard a mutter.
Arzumand Jahāngīr turned around and saw a blonde girl with short hair eyeing her up and down.
“Excuse me? Did you say something?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked the girl.
“No. I was talking to myself.” The girl responded sarcastically.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt the girl’s green eyes piercing at her.
“Oh sorry.”
“By the way, are you Arzumand Jahāngīr?” The girl said loudly as Arzumand Jahāngīr was starting to walk away.
“Yes that’s me. And you are?”
“I’m Wājidah Akbar. I’m a really good friend of Sakīnah Āftāb’s.” She responded haughtily.
“Oh that’s right. She did mention you. Nice to meet you.” Arzumand Jahāngīr courteously extended her hand.
The blonde just picked up her huge nail filer and filed her nails wickedly.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt a rush of anger go through her but she stayed calm.
“Well I better go, Sakīnah Āftāb is waiting for me.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr walked away hearing Wājidah Akbar saying more things about her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr didn’t care, yet she couldn’t figure out why this girl had such animosity against her.

Down at the English lab, Sakīnah Āftāb and Arzumand Jahāngīr brainstormed over a new program that was requested by the English department.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt nervous since this was going to be her first program to do.
Sakīnah Āftāb made things easy though.
Arzumand Jahāngīr joked around and made her feel at ease with her patience.
“So by when do we need to have this program done?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked as they went around the lab turning on the computers.
“Oh by next week. It’s always like that. They let us know a week before classes start.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr sighed sounding disappointed.
Sakīnah Āftāb looked at her closely.
She was a very sexy young lady.
Arzumand Jahāngīr had never met anyone with so much beauty to be such a wonderful person inside.
She loved the fact that she looked so innocent as well.
Her fragile little body rested against one of the computer cubicles.
Arzumand Jahāngīr would love to just take her and feel every part of her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body withh er mouth, her hands!
“Are you OK? Look don’t worry we’ll get this done. I know we can. You’re a very smart girl Arzumand Jahāngīr, I just know it.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr couldn’t help but smile.
She was sure they’d get this done in time.
Sakīnah Āftāb’s eyes continued to stare at Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Allah! God she is so pretty! I want her. I know I’m going to get her.

Back in the library Wājidah Akbar was busy filing up some program sheets when she heard a loud female voice calling out her name.
She turned to see the pretty dark haired Al Rashīdah Al Shams.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams was Sakīnah Āftāb’s cousin and Wājidah Akbar’s best friend.
They both got along well with their vindictive attitudes.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams always liked Wājidah Akbar for her cousin Sakīnah Āftāb.
Sakīnah Āftāb on the other hand, had another woman in mind.
Wājidah Akbar and Sakīnah Āftāb had dating for a short period and then Sakīnah Āftāb had decided to leave her because of her possessive ways.
Wājidah Akbar still was in love with Sakīnah Āftāb and Arzumand Jahāngīr knew it.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams knew Wājidah Akbar was good for her cousin.
Besides being her best friend, Wājidah Akbar came from a nice rich family, which Al Rashīdah Al Shams liked.
“Wājidah Akbar! Hey what’s going on?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams asked as she walked closer wearing her awfully short white miniskirt and blue halter-top.
Wājidah Akbar didn’t smile.
She felt pissed off that Arzumand Jahāngīr was the girl Sakīnah Āftāb chose to work with instead of her, like she always used to.
“Hey Al Rashīdah Al Shams,” Wājidah Akbar responded weakly.
“Alright Wājidah Akbar, what’s the deal? Why are you pissed off now?”
Wājidah Akbar tried to keep calm.
“Well your cousin obviously doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams frowned. “What? Why do you say that?”
“Well because today I was supposed to work with her on a new project, and then all of a sudden I hear she doesn’t want to work with me, she wants to work with Arzumand Jahāngīr!”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams looked confused.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr? Is she new?”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams used to visit her cousin and best friend all the time, so she’d gotten to know the staff quite well.
Now Al Rashīdah Al Shams was taking some summer classes to catch up from being away from University in the spring.
“Yes she is new! And you know she walks around like she is totally innocent when probably deep down she is a Musalmān slut of Durgesh!”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams laughed loudly.
“Oh Wājidah Akbar, you are making a big deal. Look, don’t worry; I’ll talk to my cousin for you.”
“Don’t bother Al Rashīdah Al Shams; I’ve got the hots for this girl. I just know it. I can see the silly look on her face.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams nodded.
“Wājidah Akbar, Wājidah Akbar, Wājidah Akbar. Look, just leave it to me. I’ll find out for sure if she really likes this girl. Maybe she is just trying to make you jealous?”
Wājidah Akbar took a deep breath.
“Well I just hope you are right. I mean this girl can’t be little Ms. Perfect.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr got late that night after fighting off the five o’clock traffic.
I usually got home an hour later.
She got in the apartment and decided to go see what she could cook up for us.
She looked around everywhere and it seemed we didn’t have any food.
Oh Great! No food and I’m starving! I know Durgesh will be starving.
She groaned in frustration throwing herself on the couch.
She turned on the TV to watch the evening news.
She thought about her day and how Sakīnah Āftāb, had been so sweet with her.
Yet, her coworker, Wājidah Akbar, had been such a bitch to her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was closing her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes almost falling asleep, when she heard the door being opened.
She quickly scrambled to her feet in surprise.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face lit up seeing me come in.
“Hi sweetheart!” She rushed to me putting her arms around me.
“Mmmm so good to come hometo you.” I replied giving Arzumand Jahāngīr a sweet kiss on her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips.
“Listen, I wasn’t able to cook up anything. I think we’re out of food.”
I chuckled.
“It’s Ok love. Let’s order a pizza and tomorrow I’ll go grocery shopping. I’m going to work until noon tomorrow anyway.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr sighed heavenly.
“Oh babe, you are so good to me. Letting me live with you and treating me so good.”
“You deserve it Arzumand Jahāngīr. Besides Arzumand Jahāngīr, I’m crazy about you.”
“I love you Durgesh, my Hindu Love.” Arzumand Jahāngīr kissed me seductively letting her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth part and my tongue enter her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
We kissed with passion, love, and desire.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body tingle as I held her close.
My hands slid up and down her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.
I felt every Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān curve she had.
My hands rubbed her firm Musalmān buttocks and Arzumand Jahāngīr moaned as we kissed.
My arms were so strong around her, making her feel secure and loved.
My kisses trailed down her neck while she leaned her head back.
My hands reached up to pull the pins she had on her hair, letting her hair fall down to her beautiful Pākistānī Musalmān shoulders.
“I want you so much right now Arzumand Jahāngīr. I want to taste you.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr blushed hearing me telling her sexy things.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I want you too. I’m so horny for you right now!”
I picked her up and took her to my room gently laying her on my bed.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body recline on the bed.
I stood there looking at her full of passion.
I picked up one of her legs and slid off her black clog.
Then I picked up the other leg and slid of that shoe as well.
I rubbed my hands up and down her legs reaching up to unbutton her pants.
Arzumand Jahāngīr stared anxiously waiting to see what I would do next.
I easily managed to slowly slide her pants off her womanly hips and down her long legs.
She was left there with her white silky panties.
I then moved my hands on Arzumand Jahāngīr’s top, slowly unbuttoning her white shirt.
It fell open letting me consume her gorgeous Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān body.
She had on a white lacey bra underneath her shirt.
I looked closely at Arzumand Jahāngīr half naked lying there waiting for me to take control of her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.
Eīshān, she is beautiful.
I bowed down to kiss her as my hands ran up her smooth Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān thighs.
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s legs were wrapping around My Hindu waist pulling me closer to her.
She could feel my hard Uncut Hindu Lund against her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot as she squeezed my Hindu body up against hers.
“DURGESH, I love you,” Arzumand Jahāngīr cooed.

“I want to kiss your excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot Arzumand Jahāngīr. Can I?” I teased her sounding so horny.
Arzumand Jahāngīr moaned feeling heat churning in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
“Mhmmmm yes! Taste me, Durgesh. Oooh kiss me there!”
I dove down between Arzumand Jahāngīr’s legs spreading us wide as I looked at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt over her panties.
I could see she was already soaked with her juices.
I grabbed her panties on each side and took them off as I licked my lips looking at her delicious shaved excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.
I lunged down between her legs and parted her pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt lips letting her slick swollen clit sneak out.
I looked at her glorious glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān clit and I knew she wanted me to rub it with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I put the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund on it feeling the slippery juices on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Arzumand Jahāngīr automatically let out a loud moan.
I started rubbing her slowly then little by little sped up my rhythm.
Arzumand Jahāngīr‘s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot was throbbing as I rubbed her.
She couldn’t keep her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body steady feeling herself squirm around.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was making her want to explode harder than she ever thought she would.
I felt her juices ooze out with each stroke of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I rubbed on her glorious glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān clit now it as it throbbed on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I placed my hands on her little waist to keep her from moving around so much.
Her legs were almost kicking and her moans were increasing.
“Mmmggghhhh, oooohhh yesssss!” She called out loudly letting her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts out of her bra.
I played with her tits while I kissed her out.
Her nipples were hard as a rock as I pinched them with my fingers.
It was amazing the way I was pleasing her with incredible Hindu lust.
I ran myr hands on her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts feeling them get more sensitive as she reached her climax.
I was busy rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I did long strokes with my Uncut Hindu Lund up and down her wet Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān slit.
I poked my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot hole while my Uncut Hindu Lund was rubbing her glorious glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān clit.
That was all it took to feel Arzumand Jahāngīr cum hard.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body stiff.
She couldn’t move for a Moment and then she trembled madly feeling herself cum on My Uncut Hindu Lund.
I had my Uncut Hindu Lund buried deepest inside her Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān fuck hole and she was cumming.
She was cumming hard!
“Ommmgghhhhh! I’m c-cumming! Oh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I’m cumming!” Arzumand Jahāngīr cried out.
I felt her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body quiver and her juices were oozing out fast like water.
I enjoyed up her Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān juices on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I didn’t wanna miss any thing Arzumand Jahāngīr had to offer me.
Arzumand Jahāngīr slowly felt her heart beat slow down and her legs felt like jell-o.
I got myself back and dove down to kiss her.
We kissed intensely.
“Oh you are so delicious. So precious.” I was kissing on her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was about to ask me to let her suck on my hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
She wanted to taste my Hindu cum in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
She wanted so badly to have me just drop a big wad of my Hindu cum down her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān throat.
“DURGESH, I want to suck your-” She was cut off by a ringing on the doorbell.
I moved over to the window.
“Hell! It’s your Ammījān and Abbū!” I said quietly.

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s eyes widened.
She quickly stumbled to get her clothes back on.
Luckily I was still clothed.
She panicked hoping her orthodox Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān parents would not be able to sense the smell of sex in the air.
“Go ahead and get dressed, I’ll go entertain them for the time being.” I closed the door behind me.

Chapter 37
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 13

Durgesh Arzumand Jahāngīr

Durgesh Shaguftah Rashīd

After slowly recovering from this magnificent lovemaking, I slowly put Arzumand Jahāngīr down kissing her, loving her.

“Perhaps you’ve forgotten, Durgesh darling that I made you pay Rupees one hundred crore more for the land you purchased in Ved Nagar.”

“I never purchase any land in Ved Nagar. HVSI did it.” I smiled.

Our bodies were still wet and our hearts were racing.

Arzumand Jahāngīr reached up to stroke my face as I looked down at her.

“Aren’t you the lifelong Chairman of HVSI?”

“Of course, I am.” I smiled cunningly.

She knew if we ever had to end our relationship, she’d never be able to share another moment so special like this one with anyone else.


“Then why don’t you acknowledge your defeat?”

Arzumand Jahāngīr, only because you are the top student of London School of Business, you aren’t capable enough to understand my Business Strategies.”

“Hasn’t HVSI lost Rs. One hundred crore more for the land it purchased today in auction?”

“According to its present value, isn’t it?”

“Of course.”

“You can’t imagine its future value HVSI is planning to give it.”

“I see.”

“After that, it’d pay HVSI so many hundred crores more we couldn’t have gotten if that particular land was not ours.”

“What do you mean?”

“You are pleasuring yourself thinking you’ve made me pay Rs. One hundred crore more. I’m pleasuring myself thinking I’ve secured so many hundred crores more for HVSI. Paying only one hundred crore more for them is too shrewd for the rest of the Business community to understand.” I smiled triumphantly.

Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled ironically.

“You are trying to save your face, Durgesh darling, the Supreme Business Tycoon. I sympathize with you.”

“That’s keeping you all the Business Community too satisfied and happy to watch me now for my new Business Games I’m playing behind it.”*

It was a great news today that the Supreme Business Tycoon, the multi zillionaire Durgesh has lost to a much younger girl from Karachi Pakistan.

Business Today Karachi had published that Arzumand Jahāngīr had successfully defeated me.

Yet, the other Business Dailies doubted my ostensible defeat.

They said,

Durgesh is too shrewd a businessman to be defeated so easily. There must be some hidden business strategy they are still unable to understand.’

Yet, Salīm Jahangīr had called Arzumand Jahāngīr to congratulate her.

“My child, you’ve successfully broken the pride of Durgesh the so called Supreme Business Tycoon, the multi zillionaire.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr was not so sure now.

“Abbū, thank you very much. But now I myself doubt my so-called victory on Durgesh. It was too easy to be genuine, I think now.”

Salīm Jahangīr laughed.

“That’s what Durgesh’s strategy whenever he loses any business to someone. He manages to play his cards in such a manner that everyone gets confused what Durgesh really after is.”

Noorjahān Jahangīr, Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Ammī, was worried it might be the end of business carrier of Arzumand Jahāngīr.

Durgesh is dangerous.”

“Not to his women, you stupid.” Salīm Jahangīr laughed, “I wasn’t born yesterday. I know very well how to protect my daughter from the ever shrewdest businessman Durgesh.” He winked at his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān wife.*

My master plan overall had to be carried out quietly.

The minute I tried to blueprint my plans, it might defeat its own purpose.

Prices of the properties I hoped to acquire might go up beyond all reasons.

There were so many anti humanity forces that didn’t want HVSI win the battle.

All of them had their own selfish stakes.

The interests of HVSI were always against them.

It wasn’t anything that could be explained publicly.

It was detrimental to the business.

I intended to address the stockholders’ meeting.

There was entire Ārsh Sadan to support me.

Yet, what about the small stockholders?

The ones who had put some thousands of Rupees here, some thousands of Rupees there?

Weren’t they the stockholders that concededly wanted profit and action?

They didn’t know how to do business successfully.

Neither, they wanted to know it ever.

The only thing they wanted foolishly was profit and action.

I folded the newspaper, switched out lights.

I was heading for the door, when the phone rang.

I answered it.

Durgesh speaking.”

There was some woman on the other side.

Her voice was fascinating.

Yet there was something in it that carried its own warning.

It was too syrupy smooth.

I felt I’d certainly heard it before.

“Hey Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

“The same.” I smiled, “May I ask who is it honoring me now?”

“Come and have the full honor.” She smiled seductively, “I must see you. I have some secret information that will be of the greatest value to you.”

“I’m waiting here. Please come to let me give you proper response.” I smiled artfully.

“Sorry darling. I can’t come to your office. My jealous Musalmān husband is watching me.”

“You are a Musalmān Beauty?”

Shaguftah Rashīd for you.”

“I don’t think I place you.”

“You don’t know me.”

“Then honor me to let me know you personally.”

The voice of Shaguftah Rashīd grew more seductive.

“That’s why I want to meet you privately, alone, somewhere where no one will know.”

“Don’t get frightened of your jealous Musalmān husband.”

“He is capable.”

“What do you mean?”

“He is criminal minded and I suspect he is a criminal himself.”

I winked at the unknown Musalmān Beauty.

“Want to cuckold him?”

“Why not?” Shaguftah Rashīd beamed, “It would serve the bastard right.”

“Come on. I already have a great erection for you.”

“I don’t think it would be safe. Let’s see each other at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.”


“Come with your Uncut Hindu Lund in erection already for me. I promise to have my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot  wet and ready to have it inside.”

“Done. See you my darling.”*

Shaguftah Rashīd smiled.

“Thank you. Go there. Register there for masked fucking.”

Eīshān, Shaguftah Rashīd, you want masked fucking between us?”

“Nonsense. I want to disguise myself from my Musalmān husband only, not from you. We would remove our masks once we are with each other.”

“That’s very good.” I beamed, “How old are you, Shaguftah Rashīd?”

Shaguftah Rashīd smirked.

“Can’t wait even until you see me yourself?”

“Nonsense! Sālī, you’ve already hardened me enough to fuck you forever.”

“I’m honored. Thank you very much for behaving with me so nice.”

“It’s my pleasure, my dear.”

“I thought you’d be cautious enough to meet me.”

“Not enough, not even to take the chance that I can fuck a Musalmān Beauty.”

Shaguftah Rashīd laughed.

“They say appropriately that you are crazy to fuck us Musalmān Beauties, méré Hindu Piyā.”

“I know I do live in a glass house always with my Musalmān Beauties. Their ever jealous Musalmān husbands and other over zealous Musalmān brethren are always after us. Poor stupids don’t know they risk their ever certain cuckolding for coming between their Musalmān houseladies and me.”

Shaguftah Rashīd laughed debasing such Musalmīn.

“Mérī Musalmān Choot mein jab Hindu Lund hai,

Muslim, hai yeh sazā tujhé, mujhko pasand hai.”

I laughed too.

“I appreciate the spirit, my darling.”

“I can’t talk with you now any longer without making my Musalmān husband suspicious. And dangerous consequently. I don’t think it would be wise. I want to see you. I want you to fuck me to degrade my criminal minded Musalmān husband. I’m married to him only because we were Muslims. There was no question of him being a noble man too.”

“Most of the Muslimahs are married to absolutely undeserving Musalmīn similarly. I sympathize with you Musalmān Beauties. That’s why I fuck you Musalmān Beauties to compensate it however much I can.”

“We Musalmān Beauties are grateful to you, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Deeply indebted for the social service you are providing in this way to us Musalmān Beauties.”

“We, the entire Hindus, are instructed to serve you Musalmān Beauties in this way, my dear. Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā orders us:

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

Shaguftah Rashīd smiled.

“We appreciate the concern, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! But not only have our appreciation we to offer to our Muħsin-e-Åāzam, Muħsin-e-Muslimāt. I have information too you should have. It is the information that you must have to protect the stockholders, protect us Musalmān Beauties, protect yourself, and save HVSI for the welfare of entire humankind. Imām Muħammad Ħasan hasn’t only succeeded in penetrating our safest fort of HVSI through some of us foolish Musalmān Beauties, he has even more proxies than you estimate. You’ve succeeded in cuckolding him, but he has accepted his cuckolding as his inevitable fate. It has made Imām Muħammad Ħasan even ever more perilous than you think.”


Imām Muħammad Ħasan is a very dangerous antagonist now to us Musalmān Beauties as well as to you Hindus too. He is against his own daughter, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s movements ‘Cuckold your Musalmān husband’, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club etcetera. He is fighting desperately to control HVSI too, at least as much as he can.”

“I see.”

“You have to start a counter campaign.”

I smiled.

“Chahat uđāvani phūnki pahāđū?”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t follow you.”

“He wants to blow away mountain, Himalayas rather, by―”

“Aren’t you underestimating him too much?”

“I don’t think so.” I contradicted Shaguftah Rashīd, “Rather I think you are making a mountain out of a molehill.”

“I appreciate your self confidence yet―”

“Let’s meet. There are certain matters I can’t discuss over the mobile.”

“I can understand. I’m not dumb enough not to appreciate your position.”

“That’s very noble of you. But there are also certain matters that are not apt to be discussed in the media. The stockholders have to have faith in someone, after all. If they don’t understand it they might wind up in financial gutter even. Their holdings have multiplied so many times in value during the past years in my management. I’ve every reason to believe they’ll continue to climb, and―”

“Allah, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” the melodious female voice exclaimed, “Don’t try to sell me. I’m not imprudent enough not to understand that. Imām Muħammad Ħasan is a crook. He is trying to get at least somewhat control in HVSI. He and his friends are after manipulation of the assets of HVSI. I wouldn’t trust him two feet away for two seconds even. I want you to have the information that I have.”

“I understand.”

“I don’t think you do perfectly. If you knew as much as I do, you’d realized that I’m in danger already just talking to you.”

“What danger?”

“Allah, don’t act to be so innocent enough that you don’t understand these things perfectly. If you didn’t you weren’t the Supreme Business Tycoon, the multi zillionaire.” Shaguftah Rashīd said angrily, “I’m in danger of getting killed.”

Shaguftah Rashīd slammed up the telephone at her end.*

I sat on my executive chair for some minutes I’ve put the receiver on the cradle.

Shaguftah Rashīd was not her real name, I was sure now.

She was prudent enough not to use it.

Yet, there had been something in her voice, attitude and other things that carried genuineness.

It carried conviction.

I knew the necessity for caution, however.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan could really go to any extent.

His every Musalmān houselady is my Live in Relationship Partner now.

He himself was cuckolded to his extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies and me to the extent he licked their Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān asses after I fucked them.

Nafīsah Salmān enjoyed it, but even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was not against it.

She was ultramodern and bold enough to allow her real Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, to lick her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt clean after I fucked her.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan did it publicly proudly even.

Yet I wasn’t sure he never felt his self respect hurt from what he was forced to do by his own Musalmān houseladies, even by his own real daughters too.

We urinated in his mouth.

We used it as our toilet too.

Nafīsah Salmān enjoyed it very much.

But even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was not very much against it.

Half a dozen attempts were made to frame me during last two weeks.

I anticipated it.

In every attempt the major players were caught red handed and now they were behind the bars.

I was sixty three already.

I knew very well how they used to play these dirty games.

My infinite Bhogchakr was not letting them succeed even a bit.

They hadn’t any Bhogchakr left to them at all.

Their constant Shaktixaý they were unable to stop as they didn’t even believe in the Shaktipāt Shaktixaý principle.

Yet, I couldn’t deny the possibility if I go to a hotel, leave the door open, have some Jet Musalmān Beauty join me, and perhaps a few minutes later there could be the sound of police whistles.

The conspirators never knew I’d already reported to the higher police authorities and was acting under their constant surveillance.*

My infinite Bhogchakr had provided me infinite intelligence too.

It had already made the higher authorities favorable to me.

Due to my every day ten times multiplying infinite Bhogchakr they couldn’t go against me ever.

They didn’t know anything about it.

Even if they were told they believed it was a superstition of the foolish Hindus.

So they couldn’t have an antithesis against it.

I was never afraid of any unpleasant newspaper notoriety even.

Ved, Divý Itihās, the vast history of the ever shrewdest Bachhalyās, Hindu history, and Mahā Bhārat etcetera had already made me shrewd enough to change every unpleasant newspaper notoriety even, in my favor with not more tremendous efforts.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā was always with me if I was never against humanity, and ever active in doing favors to it instead.

Let the atheists laugh at it imagining it my superstition.

Why should I worry when I never suffered in having faith in it?

I always believed in results.

Never in gossips and the foolish blind superstitions of the atheists.

In my opinion, the atheists were the stupidest persons who still believed in atheism despite Soviet Union’s and Communism’s too, drastic failure everywhere.

I laughed at them.

In my opinion only atheists could be so blind, impractical and imprudent.

None of any practical persons could be ever so unwise.

I waited for fifteen minutes.

Then I again switched out the lights, saw that the night latch was on the door, and went down in the elevator.*

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah inserted her latchkey, clicked back the lock, and entered the living room where Muħammad Ůsmān was sprawled out in a chair reading a newspaper.

A small, leather backed memorandum book was in his left hand.

A pencil was behind his right ear.

Frowning at the interruption, Muħammad Ůsmān looked up.

It took him an effort to manage a smile as he saw Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t fail to notice that Muħammad Ůsmān hastily shoved the notebook into the side pocket of his coat.

“Hello, Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza,” Muħammad Ůsmān tried to beam at her, “Your precious sex sessions with the Supreme Business Tycoon, the Multi Zillionaire, Durgesh, have started to produce their miraculous results to you I think. I couldn’t hear you drive up.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah so hated Muħammad Ůsmān that she didn’t try even to hide her hatred for him.

“Where’s Ruqayyah Bājī?” she asked him curtly.

“Upstairs my dear.” Muħammad Ůsmān smiled at her over doing his welcome contemptuously, “Where else?”


“No. She is lying there reading.”

“I’ll go up for a few minutes.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “You aren’t going out, are you Kħalīfatul Musalmīn?”

She always called him Kħalīfatul Musalmīn as he used to call her Kħātūn-e-Jannat  razī Allāhu tålā ånhā ironically.

“No. Gosh, no. What gave you that idea, Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allāhu tålā ånhā?”

“Don’t call me that. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan would hear and nowadays she is being called by that gracious title.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at him humiliating him more.

“For me you are yourself Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah avoided the discussion.

“I want to see you.”

“You are most welcome my lady.”

“Don’t exaggerate it.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said tartly, “you look ridiculous.”

She paused in the doorway, turned and said,

“When you are figuring the race horses, Muħammad Ůsmān, don’t think you have to fall all over yourself putting out of sight just because I happen to walk in unannounced.”

Muħammad Ůsmān flushed.

Sālī, Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot is making her more and more smarter day by day.

The trouble with Durgesh and the other similar Hindus is they don’t only fuck Musalmān Beauties.

They make them smarter than Musalmīn too.

They are never interested in sex with them only.

They make them educated, sophisticated and financially independent too.

Once a Musalmān Beauty gets a Hindu lover, she never returns to a Musalmān.

The Hindus give too much to their Musalmān women.

Durgesh gives even more than the other Hindus.

They shamelessly say:

‘Once with Durgesh,

All the rest is trash.’

Durgesh has made them multimillionaires at least.

The Musalmīn are left so much far behind now.

Moreover, the gap between the Musalmān Beauties with Hindus and the Musalmīn is still widening day by day, financially, intellectually, politically and in humanity and religious knowledge too.

The Musalmān Beauties with Hindus are more and more successful everywhere.

Muħammad Ůsmān tried to save his face laughing and saying somewhat sheepishly, guiltily, awkwardly, shamefacedly,

“You startled me, Kħātūn-e-Jannat  razī Allāhu tålā ånhā, that’s all.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah climbed the stairs to where her elder sister lay in bed leisurely.

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah was herself not less smart.

Since her accident, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah had understood everything what Muħammad Ůsmān was after.

She punished him suitably.

She fucked Durgesh herself right in front of Muħammad Ůsmān and made him to clean not only her Musalmān Cunt but her  gorgeous Musalmān ass as well.

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah successfully cuckolded Muħammad Ůsmān to herself and me.

Fucking Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah I had warned Muħammad Ůsmān.

“You are a slave for Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah from now on, Muħammad Ůsmān. We promise it to keep to us if you cooperate with us. If you don’t, the movie of what happened here today will be released in the global theaters of Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, ‘Cuckold your Musalmān husband’, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club and Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. It’s up to you now what your future would be. As far as the future of Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is concerned she is safe now in my nude Hindu lap forever.”

Pillows propped against Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah’s back elevated her beautiful shoulders to a comfortable position.

A rose-shaded reading lamp was fastened to the head of the bed.

It threw light over her left shoulder to the pages of the book, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah was reading.

It was ‘Årab Maha Bhārat’.

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah turned the shade of the light down.

The room was filled with a soft, rosy glow.

“I thought you wouldn’t come now.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was grave.

“I can’t afford not to come. I was detained actually. How’s everything today?”

“Getting better day by day. Muħammad Ůsmān now himself holds Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund and sets it between my labial lips. He has surrendered to us now absolutely.”

“It maybe his act only.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah warned her, “Muħammad Ůsmān is not so dumb as he wants the others to believe. Never forget he was the person who wanted to murder you for your money.”

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah gritted her teeth.

“How can I? The bastard has to payback for it for the rest of his life.”

“That’s the spirit.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled, “I was afraid of your Spectacular Islamic loyalty as his ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān wife.”

“You were always right, Fātimah, that the bastard was after my money. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you first.”

“But thanks Allah that your subconscious believed me, otherwise you wouldn’t have jumped out from the car successfully as soon as you realized there was something wrong in your Musalmān husband’s attitude.”

“Your warning saved me, Fātimah.”

“Allah Raħmānirraħīm.”

“You are right.”

“What’s the book?”

Årab Maha Bhārat.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

“How many times you’d read it?”

Durgesh is the only writer I love to read now again and again.”

“Bājī, you hated his writing once.”

“Yes, what a fool I was. I thought he writes against us.”

“And now?”

“And now what?”

“You know.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

“Now Durgesh is the only writer I love to read ever. But he isn’t an abundant writer, Fātimah. He must write more. He is the only writer that understands our problems, our society, our religion and our needs as accurate as even we don’t do.”

“You are right.”

“He must write more.”

“Make him.”

“He says he tries his best but he has other things to do as well.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

“Well, I’m sorry I was late. I just ran in to see how you were getting along after Cuckolding Your Musalmān husband.”

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed,

“My blind loyalty to him is gone forever, Fātimah. Don’t worry. I want to punish him forever now. That’s all. Otherwise I’d have turned him to the police.”

“The police? The police are also pro Pseudo Islam. It’s really Årab Imperialism now, Bājī.”

“I dreamed of Fātimah, that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has succeeded after all. She is the new Everfirst President of Saůūdī Årab.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.

“Nonsense. She wouldn’t be ever. She says only Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī deserves the honor.”

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī says Kħadījah Muħammad Bājī is perfect for the post.”*

Kħadījah Muħammad was startled.

“What? I would be the Everfirst President of Saůūdī Årab?”

“Why not?” Saiyadah Fātimah PhD asked curtly.

“Bājī, you don’t mean it seriously, do you?” Kħadījah Muħammad laughed, “You are joking. Aren’t you?”

“Absolutely not. I’m dead serious.” Saiyadah Fātimah PhD declared firmly.

Kħadījah Muħammad hesitated.

“Why not you?”

“Because I lack to qualify.”

“What do you mean? We both are PhD.”

“But I never outexcelled you in politics, did I ever?”*

Abruptly the King’s voice was gone.

Through the perforated holes of the loudspeaker box came a faint tearing sound.

It was as if some canvas being ripped.

Then there was a tinny whine, and then the ear splitting falsetto crackle of static, and then dead silence.

Sheikħah Al Ibādat Åbdul Åzīz had reached forward.

She placed a hand on the microphone box as if to steady it.

Then quietly she spoke into the box.

“Your Majesty― hello, your Royal Majesty, we cannot hear you. We have lost you. Try again. Please try again.”

Sheikħah Al Ibādat Åbdul Åzīz remained immobilized.

Her cocked head was listening for a response.

But there was no sound.

Her hand shook on the microphone box slightly.

“Muåīn, this is Al Ibādat here. Can you hear me?”

The loudspeaker stood mute.

Sheikħah Al Ibādat Åbdul Åzīz stared at it a moment.

Then she looked about the room at the others:

“I think we’ve been disconnected. We’ll have to get him back.”

General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was already on her feet.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s movements ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’, ‘Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh’, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club etcetera had forced the King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz to surrender to the popular demands of the globe wide followers of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

The appointment of General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was the result of it.

Not only it, there were so many drastic changes also in Saůūdī Årab administrations.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was succeeding miraculously.

She was already on the road to establish democracy not only in Saůūdī Årab but in the entire Islamic countries as well.

Both Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad were immensely supporting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan almost blindly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the utmost popular leader of not only Musalmān Beauties, the Musalmīn even in a great large number were supporting her knowingly or unknowingly.

General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz hurried to the ordinary green handset telephone at Al Tawħīd Al Islam’s elbow.

“Let me get hold of the Signal Corps.” She was saying, “This happens from time to time with the mechanical unscrambler. I’ll have them track the trouble down. We’ll be hooked up again in a few minutes.”

Al Tawħīd Al Islam was worried.

She wasn’t as sure as General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam knew very well that ultimately Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had done it.

She has ultimately succeeded in destroying the age old autonomy of Al Sauds.

King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz was made to surrender to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan gradually, systematically and diplomatically.

They say Durgesh was not behind it.

It was done by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her movements ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh’, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, and her millions of the followers themselves.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam only smiled at these diplomatic rumors.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t do anything without the systematic veiled support of her Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam had witnessed the treaty between King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

It was only the political drama to immobilize the supporters of Al Sauds.

King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz has voluntary retired.

He has received more than he could have in all his lifetime.

Why then he had wanted to face Islamic terrorists?

He wasn’t fool enough.*

From her earliest childhood at Makkah Mukarramah, Al Tawħīd Al Islam remembered, she had been raised by her parents.

Her Abbū had lost his wife ab initio when his nikāħ was in execution.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam’s Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, refused even the Shab-e-Ůrosī with her duly married husband, Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās.

She demanded Durgesh and Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās provided her.

Al Furqān Al Wahāb had threatened to disclose his secrets otherwise.

Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās couldn’t afford it.

It was a miracle he had succeeded in convincing Al Furqān Al Wahāb to sleep with him too as I couldn’t be available to her all the time.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam was Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās’s daughter from Al Furqān Al Wahāb.

As personal secretary to the King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz, Al Tawħīd Al Islam possessed great pride in her position.

She was shrewd enough to understand the trend when Al Saåūds started to lose.

Gradually the things were turning beyond their control.

She was prudent enough to understand sooner or later the Al Saåūds had to go.

She joined Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan secretly when she was invited.

Even King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz didn’t know it.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam was smart enough to manage it.*

General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz called the department of Army.

She reported the communication failure.

Barking her displeasure, General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz demanded that the line to her Commander in Chief be restored.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam had the mental picture.

A Brueghel in animation, of a thousand little enlisted men and women, Hindu men and Musalmān women, only they were capable to handle it.

The Musalmīn loved Pseudo Islam more than the ultramodern education.

Thousand Hindu men and Musalmān women with repair tools were scurrying up and down the ramps of the Communication Building.

General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz’s stars and her ribbons and her adamant anti Pseudo Islam attitude had always cautioned Al Tawħīd Al Islam.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam wanted to be as far away from General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz as possible.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam knew, General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s one of the best friends and Durgesh’s one of the utmost loyal Live in Relationship Partners.

General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was more capable than even King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz was.

General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was still on telephone.*

Al Tawħīd Al Islam put down her pad, pushed back her chair and stood up.

She found the green silent butler, and began to move about the Cabinet table.

The Cabinet table was also a new development.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam emptied ashtrays into the green silent butler.

Here and there, around the table, the participants in the conference call had shifted positions on their chairs to discuss the King’s opinion on what had happened so far at the Islamic Countries Conference and what must be done about it.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was rocking back and forth on my Uncut Hindu Lund bravely gripping it into her ever tight, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, proudly.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam watched the superb successful young Musalmān lady scrutinizing her.

Was it true Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Svarūpé avasthānam, her ultimate synchronization with her original body in absolute space, has taken place?

Was her original body really Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā?

She couldn’t decide.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā couldn’t be as ultramodern as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is.

It was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s another political stunt to be benefitted from the ever superstitious Pseudo Musalmīn.

She had successfully exploited the religious sentiments of Pseudo Musalmīn all over the globe.

The Hindus were also behind her under the ever shrewdest leadership of Durgesh himself.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had listened carefully to ‘Senator’ Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and representative Barr-e-saghīr Hind-o-Pak, discuss the possibility of expediting ratification of Islamic Unity Pact.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar expressed confidence that she would have sufficient votes to obtain passage of the Pact through National Assembly of Pakistan.

Still, to win the necessary votes, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt that she would have to do some shrewd horse trading in the cloakrooms and at luncheons in the Hotel Kħātūn-e-Jannat.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar admitted that she hated to make concessions on the important Minorities Rehabilitation Program.

It was being debated by the Labor and Public Welfare Committee.

Yet, it might be necessary still.

As soon as the connection was made again with Islamic Countries Conference, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar would ask the King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz how much he concede to the opposition floor leader, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, in return for Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s full support of Joint Senate.

Cleaning out the last of the ashtrays, Al Tawħīd Al Islam could hear Assistant Secretary, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī and Governor Nafīsah Salmān once more locked in disagreement.

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was saying that any weakness that the Saůūdī Årab Government displayed in Islamic Countries Conference, would immediately aggravate Pseudo Musalmīn protest groups in Saůūdī Årab.

Nafīsah Salmān wouldn’t accept this.

She tried to reduce Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī to the role of uninformed outsider.

Nafīsah Salmān was retorting that both she and the King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz had already met with the Imām Muħammad Ħasan.

The clergyman was once her husband, actually still now legally, as there wasn’t any divorce between them legally.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan had assured Nafīsah Salmān that the vast conservative Ummat-e-Muslimah was headed by him.

Ummat-e-Muslimah had outgrown the Al Ħifāzat Al Islam in membership and power.

Ummat-e-Muslimah would be satisfied with the ratification of the Islamic Unity Pact.*

I remembered:

I smiled,


“Of course,” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar pushed herself somewhat backward and unzipped me shamelessly, rather boldly.

She brought out my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis and kissed it passionately.

I closed my eyes in heavenly pleasure,

“Thank you, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.”

“Nonsense, it’s my pleasure.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar admonished me.

“You are thirty only, my darling.”

“So what? You are thirty two yourself. We make a perfect Ashvinātam Couple, the trend of the age now.”

“Thank you. However you are mistaken. I’m sixty two.”

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar laughed.

“Yes, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan warned me.”


“Why do you do that, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!?”

“Why do I do what?” I asked somewhat curtly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was already influencing her.

It was not good.

“Why do you love to fuck mature Musalmān Beauties more, I mean?” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled playing with my Uncut Hindu Lund boldly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said that to you?”

“She is your unmarried wife, Durgesh darling. She is your Live in Relationship Partner.”

“I never rejected her claim to be so.”

“You are not happy with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?”

“I’m fed up of the twenty eights and thirties. I’m sixty two. I want to enjoy the Musalmān Beauties of my own age group.”

“And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is an impediment in it?”

“She is deliberately trying to keep away them, obstinate to replace them with twenty eights and thirties.”

“Allah Allah! Angry young man, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan loves you very much, and so do I.”

“So do me too. Yet I abominate the way Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is trying to compel me to fuck twenty eights and thirties only.”

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar threw her head back and laughed.

She was playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis now delightfully.

I entered my right palm into her bra and started playing with her erect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts, myself.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar bent and started licking my Uncut Hindu Lund along its entire Hindu length and thickness.

Dr. Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr has already come to help you, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled at me teasingly.

“Sālī, Badmåsh, who are you with, actually, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan or me?” I smiled controlling myself now.

What was the use, after all?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was incurable.

She reviled her Ammī Nafīsah Salmān.

“You haven’t told me about the zinger still now.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She was sucking it now hungrily.

I smiled.

“I don’t think you miss your husband very much. I’m replacing him without any much effort on my side.”

“Should I really miss the bastard?”

I winked at her.

Imām Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was a bastard, I didn’t know.”

“Hey, don’t try to tease me. You know very well what I mean. I thought it would never come that he would leave us ever.”

I wasn’t taken aback.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled.

“I see I didn’t shock you. You are in the wings too long time to be shocked. You are enjoying sex with so many Musalmān Beauties now that you have experienced almost all the reactions from us.”

I didn’t say anything.

I kept smiling only.

“We were fed up of him. He was too religious to be a normal husband. Musalmīn are stupid enough―”

I raised my right hand.

“I know how stupid the Musalmīn are. You the four are given a nice settlement.”

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled.

“Well, let’s get on with it. Make it official, Durgesh darling.”

I was unsettled somewhat.

I pulled myself together.

Then I drew the document across the desk closer to me.

I took a moment to compose myself.

“Would you like me to read the deed of settlement to you, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar? It’s a short testament. You should have heard it fully before you signed it. I told you to do so.”

“That was not our goal. We wanted to get rid of him. The settlement was secondary.”*

Chapter 14


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




Previous Chapters

 Chapter 12

Durgesh Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an

Durgesh Jāhnavī Dīxit

Durgesh Arzumand Jahāngīr

The sight of Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was unbelievable.

Her Ammī was Saůūdī Årab, Al Tawħīd Al Islam.

Her father was Indian Brāhmañ, Brahmdév Sharmā.

It was a great combination.

She had the straight black hair of an oriental, but the face was a sweet mix of the two.

I don’t know where the body came from, I was just glad that it was here, now. *

Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was only eighteen, and one of Jāhnavī Dīxit’s best friends.

It was a surprise what Jāhnavī Dīxit found in a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān girl that was even ten years younger than her.

The only thing I could think of was she was her husband’s daughter from his first wife, Al Tawħīd Al Islam

She was also asking me out on a date.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, how did I get out of this?

Or did I want to?

I knew the risks, but couldn’t help myself.

I was at Jāhnavī Dīxit’s apartment, where she was living with her Brāhmañ husband, Brahmdév Sharmā, while attending college.

Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was attending another school not far away, and the two girls and their other friends were constantly getting together to talk and laugh, just as they had been doing since they started hanging out in junior high.

I knew all the girls, of course, but had always had a feeling that Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was just a bit different than the other girls from the start.

It would appear I was right.

I had just agreed to help Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an find a car this Saturday.

She needed a new car and had hoped that her father could come and help her find one.

She didn’t have a lot of money to spend.

However, he had to work and she wanted a man to go along and make sure that she didn’t get screwed by some used car salesman.

I couldn’t blame one if he tried.

All of the girls were attractive, especially because of their smooth young skin and tight little bodies, but Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was the only one who was out and out SEXY.

She didn’t even appear to try, but it was there.

Nice round pointy tits, flat waist, flaring hips, sweet tight little ass and long legs.

All of that and very pretty besides.

I was lost.

I was already thinking that at least I could ogle her all day while we were looking for her a different car.

How the Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had changed me successfully, I myself wonder.

I was sixty three now.

Yet I was craving for a girl just eighteen.

Just eighteen to thirty.

That was what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan meant from ‘Jet’ in Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad.

J: Just

E: Eighteen

T: Thirty

“And what about the Musalmān Beauties over thirty?” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr smirked, “They don’t deserve Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund? Their above thirty Musalmān Cunts don’t qualify for Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund? A sixty three years old Uncut Hindu Lund is serving Jet Musalmān Cunts. It’s not needed in above thirty years Musalmān Cunts. They  can search of other suitable Uncut Hindu Penises. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the new Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā has declared the new policy of her Jannat-e-Firdaus. Lāhaul vilā qūvat.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

She was so bold now that she damn cared if the entire humanity watched her fucking her Brahmā Vishñu Mahésh.

Mahéshvar Bachhalyā was similarly on his back.

Nāzimah Yåqūb was similarly straddling Mahéshvar Bachhalyā.

“Congratulations Nāzimah Yåqūb Bājī.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cooed, “It’s not easy to snatch away a Bachhalyā from the ever jealous Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs. Mahéshvar Bachhalyā is however successfully you have excluded to serve you first.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb winked at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cunningly and smiled triumphantly.

“Nothing is impossible if we try to achieve sincerely. Thank you Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.”

Sidrah Aħmad Bājī have come here. They told me at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb was surprised.

“You are coming from Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club?”

Sidrah Aħmad Bājī is the Chairperson of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. Isn’t she? It was only natural for me to go there to meet her.”

“She had come here.” Nāzimah Yåqūb told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, “We discussed our new strategies to ‘Cuckold your Musalmān husband’ movement. But Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī called her on her mobile. Sidrah Aħmad immediately went to Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī. I don’t know why.”

Sidrah Aħmad Bājī didn’t tell you?” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was somewhat disappointed.

“She said there was some emergency. She didn’t have the time to explain me everything in detail.”


Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.


“To me?” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was surprised, “For what?”

“You have understood how to tame your Musalmān husband. Now you are free.”

The plane from London had just landed on the airport of Jaipur.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was glued to the cabin window.

It was the first time she was traveling to India and she had dreamed of it for years.

She had been fascinated by India, the beauty of the landscapes, the splendor of the palaces but even more by the glamour of Indian men in Hindutv pride even when they were doing daily chores among garbage heaps.

She had drawn in her India dream, her husband since two years.

He had offered her several salwar kameez and a series of sarees along with plenty Indian jewelry baubles for belly Dance.

She had occasionally worn them for Eīdul Fitr or other family parties.

She wore more often the jewelry, when she had a belly Dance performance in public.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was a Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān.

Her husband Al Muħammad Al Imām was too similarly, though Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had always dreamed of an Indian Hindu husband as most of the Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauties did.

At the time, she was 47 but she was taking so much attention to her skin and body that she looked ten of fifteen years less.

She had no wrinkles.

In addition, she had kept constant attention to her immensely arresting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body for the last six years.

She suddenly had decided to lose weight and asked for the help of a dietician.

Often such treatment helps you to lose a few pounds you win back shortly after but she had an inordinate force of will.

She had decided her ideal weight, 108 pounds and she had clung to her goal.

She had lost in fifteen months forty pounds and watched her weight daily since.

As Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had been practicing belly Dancing around six hours a week and several more at home, her skin had not sagged at all.

She had just lost some breasts to 36B and her measures had fallen to 36-30-36, not so bad for a Musalmān Beauty  of her age with two grown Hindu sons from Durgesh the unique.

Yes she was lucky enough not to enjoy only sex with Durgesh but to have my Hindu sons for her too.

But she still felt herself fat.

Clothes size had followed her weight loss and she could easily exchange sweaters with her husband’s daughter.

His thoroughly incompetent Saůūdī Årab Sheikħ Musalmān husband, as the most of the Årab Sheikħs were, could not give her any son, only daughters and daughters, damn him.

“Honey, it’s fantastic, we are in the dream country of you Musalmān Beauties, India, at last and did you hear the pilot? The temperature is 30¡ Celsius. In France, when we boarded the plane, it was freezing.” Al Muħammad Al Imām smiled at his prize beautiful Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān wife.

“Al Muħammad Al Imām, you idiot, you my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass licker, I wish you have followed my advice just to pack something warm for the return and take only light clothes.”

“ I took two salwar kameez and one saree. Don’t be angry, please, my lady luck.” Al Muħammad Al Imām touched her feet to please her.

Since his wife has succeeded to fuck the most amazing Hindu multi zillionaire Durgesh, Al Muħammad Al Imām was too much afraid of her.

Feeling tremendously insulted, Al Muħammad Al Imām wanted to divorce her, but Kħadījah Al Tāhirah managed him to be ass fucked by Shankar Mahāpralayankar.

Al Muħammad Al Imām gagged feeling Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Lund tearing his Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass, buried to the hilt.

“Sālé, musaddé,” Shankar Mahāpralayankar grabbed his beard fucking his till virgin Musalmān ass violently, “I’m not Durgesh, the softie. I’m the ardent follower of Dr. Ali Sina. I fuck you Musalmīn too in your anti humanity Musalmān ass. I don’t fuck Musalmān Beauties only, as Durgesh does. Durgesh is the Live in Relationship Partner of my own real Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān sister and other countless Musalmān sisters too. If you even think to harm Durgesh ever in any way, I’d proudly kill you fucking your terrorist Musalmān ass.”

Al Muħammad Al Imām could not speak even a word.

He knew very well that Shankar Mahāpralayankar was actually a Hindu underworld Don.

The Muslim underworld Dons were Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Hindu ass lickers.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar fucked their Musalmān houseladies.

And they couldn’t do anything to Shankar Mahāpralayankar ever.*

“It s amply sufficient, we will buy what we need when we arrive at our first stopping place. Our travel guide will tell us where to find what you need.” Al Muħammad Al Imām murmured to his thoroughly successful wife Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

He knew now very well that she has successfully joined the utmost dangerous club of Musalmān Beauties and their Hindu lovers, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.

Sidrah Aħmad was its present president.

Nāzimah Yåqūb, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī were its great patrons.*

Muħammad Åbbās still remembered when he first saw his friend, Durgesh, squeezing his Bahū Bégum’s chūchiyān in the kitchen & then next time taking her to a hotel.

He was furious to the extent to slap me.

His friends were right.

They had warned Muħammad Åbbās.

Durgesh has already fucked most of our extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies. Now, it’s your number.”

“Yet,” O.P. Dīxit commented gravely, “What can we do?”

Vikram Rājpūt, Mr’tyunjaý Chauhān, Milind Joshī, everyone sighed his helplessness.

Muħammad Åbbās was surprised somewhat.

“What do you mean? Durgesh has fucked your Brāhmañ houseladies too?”

Brāhmañ houseladies, Rajput houseladies, Jain houseladies, Christian houseladies, Jew houseladies, atheists houseladies― Durgesh has fucked almost our entire houseladies those are beautiful.”

Muħammad Åbbās couldn’t believe it.

“I thought Durgesh was actually humiliating us Musalmīn only.”

“It’s not a matter of humiliation at all, Åbbās.” Akbar Mujāhid couldn’t stop himself, “actually Durgesh is doing it because he is our friend and he doesn’t want our houseladies vagabond here and there. He wants to keep their adultery unto himself and hush hush.”

Everyone was dumbfounded.

“It means,” Muħammad Åbbās said at length, as if fallen from the seventh sky, “it means Durgesh is really our friend and he is keeping our honor instead of disgracing us?”

“That’s right.” Akbar Mujāhid said with almost choked voice, “He has raped my daughter, Ruqayyah Mujāhid recently. Not because he had lust for her. She was falling for Brahmdév Sharmā instead.”

Brahmdév Sharmā?”

“Yes, the Minister, the Congressman we voted for. He was after my just eighteen daughter.”

Everyone was again dumbfounded.*

When I woke up I was tied down to a bed with a ball gag in my mouth I tried to shout for help but it was muffled by the ball gag.

It was very dark in the room but in turning my head to try and see if I could get free I noticed the clock and it was 4:12am.

I was very worried about this as I was sure by now all my friends would have left and that I was probably the only one left.

I then heard a voice talking to someone it was a guy talking to the girl that had obviously drugged me.

She said bye to him and from what I could tell he left as I heard the door close.

After this, the door to the room I was in, opened and the bitch came in to the room.

I struggled to get free but it was no use.

she then said to me,

“We are going to have a lot of fun tonight, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

As she said this I thought that this might actually turn out to be not that bad as I was sure she just wanted to have sex with me and she was so hot that I really didn’t care at all that she drugged me.

She then told me that she would be back soon.

About ten minutes or so later I heard the door bell go and heard another few girls’ voices.

I actually started to get quite excited about what I thought was going to happen.

The door opened again and Sājidah Imām the girl that had tied me up was standing with another two girls wearing latex dresses.

They came in and Sājidah Imām left.

One of them went in to her bag and brought a syringe out and injected it into my left arm which knocked me out cold.

I woke up hanging up spread eagle in a cellar dungeon.

Nothing fancies really just a big overhead beam with a couple posts out to the sides and a nice easy chair with a table on the side.

I had locking cuffs on my ankles that were chained out to the sides so my feet, which have 5 inch stiletto heels tied on them, are held about two feet apart so that she has free access to my Hindu crotch.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad raping me again?

I couldn’t believe it.

Yesterday I’ve raped Ruqayyah Mujāhid myself.

And today I’m being raped.

My Bhogchakr was really even beyond my control.*

Samīnah Ħabīb was exhausted as the cheerleading coach dismissed them from practice for the day.

Since transferring to City High a month ago, her life had certainly changed.

She had found herself making friends easily and had won a position on the cheerleading squad after her first tryout.

As she made her way to the locker room with the rest of the Musalmān Beauties, she wryly thought about how hard she had thought it was going to be to leave the University and friends she had known all her life to begin anew.

It sure had been a lot easier than she had imagined.

Even her Hindu Lover, Durgesh, had found it easy to fit in to the new University and routine.

Even as she started to undress to take a shower, Durgesh was out at football practice competing for the quarterback position.

As she undressed, Samīnah Ħabīb looked around the locker room at her fellow cheerleaders.

This was supposedly the cream of the crop, the best looking, most athletic Musalmān Beauties  in the University.

They sure were a diverse bunch, she thought.

There was Sherī Åbbās, a tall, dark-haired girl with big, upright tits, dark nipples that always seemed to be hard whenever Samīnah Ħabīb had seen them, slender waist with her hips flaring to her legs, which tapered down, long and slim, a dark thatch of hair filling the juncture of her thighs.

Always with Sherī Åbbās were Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ, Padminī Tripāŧhī with blonde hair, not quite as tall and big as Sherī Åbbās, but her pale tits ended in large, cream-colored nipples and her hips were big.

Della Christ was a redhead, just like herself, but unlike herself, Della Christ’s hair was cropped short, almost like a boy’s haircut, causing her totally freckled body to really stand out.

She had nice, firm tits with pale, cherry nipples at the end.

Her fiery red bush was not very dense, allowing you to get a peek of pale skin underneath.

Samīnah Ħabīb self-consciously examined her own body in the mirror.

Her tits were nice and firm, very upright with big, dark-cherry nipples on the end. Her waist was very slim, showing a nice flat belly with her thick bush of red hair sticking out below. Her long, thick red hair hung down past her shoulders. She couldn’t see anything to complain of, so she joined the others in the shower.

Sherī Åbbās Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ were laughing together as they soaped up and began to work lather up.

Samīnah Ħabīb began to shower at the shower next to them, listening to their conversation.

Sherī Åbbās was talking about her date the night before with me, the other boy trying to become the quarterback on the Literary team.

Sherī Åbbās was talking about how it hadn’t taken me any time at all on our date to begin trying to kiss her and feel her up.

She laughed as she described how desperate I had seemed as she thwarted my attempts to feel her up.

She related how, as the evening passed, she had relented somewhat and began to make out with me, kissing me and sucking tongues together.

She commented that I was really a good kisser with a really long tongue.

Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ laughed as she said this.

Sherī Åbbās commented that she was going to go out with me on Friday and that she planned on letting me go a little further this time, maybe even letting me play with her tits a little bit.

As she said this, Sherī Åbbās reached up and gave both of her soapy tits a good squeeze and massage, pinching her nipples for good measure.

Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ laughed.

Della Christ reached over and pinched one of Sherī Åbbās’s nipples, causing her to squeal as she tried to pinch her back.

Laughing, they all finished showering and got dressed.

As they dressed and began to leave the locker room, Samīnah Ħabīb moved over next to Sherī Åbbās to ask her a question.

“Sherī Åbbās,” she asked, “how do you control guys so that they don’t go too far?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” she replied. “You just make sure that they think there’s a chance that they might succeed and they’ll go along with anything.”

“But what happens when things start to get too far along?”

“Well, either you like them and go along or you don’t like them and you fight like crazy,” Sherī Åbbās laughed.

“Yeah,” Della Christ commented, “when was the last one you fought like crazy because you didn’t like him?”

“Well,” Sherī Åbbās answered, “at least I know before I go out with them if I’m going to like them. Not like you, finding out when it’s too late to do anything about it.”

Della Christ grimaced.

“Dearie, Durgesh and even the other Hindus are not so easily available to us Christian and Jew Beauties as they are available to you Musalmān Beauties.”

Sherī Åbbās laughed.

“We Musalmān Beauties  know you Christian and Jew Beauties are immensely jealous of us.”

“You mean you’ve let some of them do what they want?” Samīnah Ħabīb inquired.

“Of course I have,” Sherī Åbbās responded. “If I didn’t, they’d all know that I was just a tease and nobody would want to go out with me.”

“Hah,” Della Christ said, “you do it because you love it and you know it.”

“Well, so what,” Sherī Åbbās retorted, “at least I get it from people I choose, not just whoever chooses me.”

“I like the guys I go with,” Della Christ replied. “What about you, Samīnah Ħabīb, ever had been with a guy?”

“No, not like that. I haven’t. I mean, I’ve made out with some of the boys I’ve gone out with, I’ve just never gone any further.”

“Well, neither have I,” Padminī Tripāŧhī chimed in. “I’m sure I will when I’m ready, I just wasn’t born always horny like these two,” she said laughing.

“I wasn’t born horny, I just ended up that way,” Sherī Åbbās laughed. “I’ll bet that before the University year is out, both of you end up losing your cherries. Face it, you’re cheerleaders now. Every guy in University wants to be with a cheerleader. You’ll have your pick of them, after I do, of course, then you’ll end up doing it with someone.”

“I don’t know,” Samīnah Ħabīb said. “I always thought it’d be with someone special the first time.”

“Who’s to say it won’t be,” Della Christ replied. “It can be really nice. Believe me, I know. It doesn’t have to be tawdry at all.”

“There’s nothing tawdry about me,” Sherī Åbbās declared, “I just like boys. I’ll tell you what,” Sherī Åbbās said with a sly grin, “Friday night I’ll let you guys hide in my house and you can watch Durgesh making out with me. My parents are away for the weekend so they won’t be there. What do you say? You can hide in the study and I’ll get Durgesh  to make out with me in the living room.”

“I’ll be there, you can bet on it,” Della Christ said laughing. “How about you two, you going to join me?”

“Sure,” Padminī Tripāŧhī said. “I think it’ll be funny that Durgesh won’t know we’re watching him. You gonna come, Samīnah Ħabīb?”

“I guess so,” she replied. “It seems sort of weird though, peeping on people making out.”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” Sherī Åbbās said. “Maybe you’ll get some pointers.”

With that they all went their way as they walked home.

As Samīnah Ħabīb lived in the opposite direction from the other three, she walked home by herself, reflecting on her new friends.

They were always nice to her but she still felt a little like an outsider.

Face it, she was.

I’ve only been here a month, Samīnah Ħabīb reminded herself.

They’ve known each other for years.

As she continued on her way, Samīnah Ħabīb thought about how happy her parents had been to move to Friend, Nebraska.

She couldn’t believe it when they had told her and Durgesh that they were moving from Portland, Oregon to Nebraska.

It had seemed like a move in the wrong direction.

Midterm 2012 was due in India now.

Samīnah Ħabīb was worried that her Abbū, Muħammad Ħabīb might lose to her own Ammī, Attāhirah Al Kulsūm.

Her Abbū, Muħammad Ħabīb, was stupid enough not to resign from Indian National Congress.

He still thought inanely that UPA would return to power.

Samīnah Ħabīb’s Ammī, Attāhirah Al Kulsūm, laughed.

Anna Hazare and his team have already caused Indian National Congress to lose Assembly Elections in five states, Goa, Punjab, Uttarakhand, Uttar Pradesh and Mañipur. You still believe UPA can return to power. You are foolish.”

Padminī Tripāŧhī watched her father, Rām Sharañ Tripāthī.

He was fighting from Ayodhya parliamentary seat from Indian National Congress.

Padminī Tripāŧhī was worried that there were more than ninety percent chances he could lose to the BJP candidate.

Muħammad Åbbās was fighting from BJP there.

He has promised to his voters to build Rām Mandir at Ayodhya.

Now it seemed as though she could hardly remember Oregon anymore.

Nebraska was really nice, open and no rain all the time.

The people were a lot more open than they had been back in Oregon and it wasn’t as square as she had been led to believe.

Just as she got to the street she lived on, Samīnah Ħabīb heard her name shouted from behind.

Turning around, she saw it was I, marching to catch up to her.

Samīnah Ħabīb really loved me.

I was so good- looking and nice.

Everyone seemed to like me.

I was medium, yet athletic, always did great at everything I tried.

As I caught up to her, I grabbed her in a big hug and swung her around.

“I’m going to be the starting quarterback,” he announced gleefully. “They told us today.”

“Oh, Durgesh, I’m so happy for you,” Samīnah Ħabīb said, hugging me fiercely. “Now I’ll really have a reason to cheer.”

“How’s cheerleading going?” I inquired. “Is it as much fun as you hoped it would be?”

“Well, it’s a lot more work than I thought, but I like the Musalmān Beauties and it’s a good workout. In fact, I’m going out with some of them Friday night,” she said, deciding that it was going to be fun watching Sherī Åbbās in action.

“What about you, any dates in mind yet?” she asked me.

“We’ll see,” I smiled. “I want to see what being quarterback brings my way. You found anyone yet?” I teased, knowing how shy she was.

“I’m not in any hurry,” Samīnah Ħabīb said. “Besides, no one’s really paid any special attention to me yet.”

“They will, especially when they see you out there jumping around in your cheerleading outfit.”

Then we went into the house where Samīnah Ħabīb’s Ammī, Attāhirah Al Kulsūm, was beginning to fix dinner.

As Samīnah Ħabīb began to help with the dinner, she told her of her day in University, I being especially proud of having earned the starting quarterback position on the Literary team.

“Muħammad Ħbīb will be real proud of you,” Attāhirah Al Kulsūm said. “He called and said he’d be a little late tonight, so we’ll eat before he gets home.”*

My rhythm, increased feeling Arzumand Jahāngīr’s nectar drip out of her hole and onto my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I had replaced my fingers with my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I had to.

Arzumand Jahāngīr was adamant.

It was like warm water running down my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I’d never felt a Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot like this.

It was just so sweet and soaked.

I could feel her tense up as she slightly lifted her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body up.

‘Is she cumming?’ I wondered.

I looked closely as she was quivering with delight.

Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite Pakistani Sunni Musalmān head was tossed back as she whimpered as quietly as she could.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, oh my God, she is cumming!” I watched as my maternal cousin climaxed on my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot was throbbing as her orgasm finished.

I loved the way she felt inside I didn’t even want to remove my Uncut Hindu Lund from her hole.

I left my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her until she slowly seemed to recover.

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt herself smile shyly at me.

I was moving closer to Arzumand Jahāngīr.

I wanted to kiss her again as I’d done the other night.

We were about to lock lips when we heard loud noises.

It was the car behind us honking.

It looked like the streets were open again.

I quickly put the car on drive and I raced home.

I was going to make love to Arzumand Jahāngīr tonight.

There was no doubt about that.

Arzumand Jahāngīr knew what was going to happen as well.

She was ready for it.

She was prepared to have I make love to her.

The siblings drove home full of raging desires for one another.

This time we weren’t going to let anything stop us.

The rain had stopped by the time Arzumand Jahāngīr and I got back to the apartment.

The sky above us looked clear as if it had never rained.

Arzumand Jahāngīr was eager to get inside and show I just how much she loved me.

Putting my car in park, I rushed to run around my car and open up Arzumand Jahāngīr’s door.

I held her hand as she got out of the car.

I wanted to kiss her now, but knew there were peering eyes bound to catch us.

We kept quiet as we headed up to the apartment.

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot wet from her unbelievably erotic orgasm.

She watched me nervously fumble with the keys as I ppened the door.

She took a deep breath as I stepped aside to let her in.

This is it!

Arzumand Jahāngīr knew me t was time to let I love her.

Arzumand Jahāngīr stood in the hallway hearing me close the door behind and locking it.

I turned the lights on.

She closed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes as I put my arms around her from behind.

My body felt so strong, so good against her petite body.

“I love you Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I whimpered in her ear as I pushed her hair aside letting my lips brush against the back of her neck.

My hands were on her shoulders and she reached with her own hands to place them on me.

“I-I love you too Durgesh,” she said nervously.

My hot breath was gliding on her skin so gently.

My lips kissed her skin tenderly and Arzumand Jahāngīr could feel My Uncut Hindu Cock hard as I stood behind her.

She felt me slide my arms around her waist holding her tight.

I loved the way my little maternal cousin felt.

She felt so fragile and innocent.

I could smell the light touch of her perfume as the aroma dazzled me.

I was finally getting my fantasy to come true.

I had her to myself, finally.

“Arzumand Jahāngīr, I want you. I want you so bad!” I spoke softly.

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt me turn her around to face me.

I looked at her childlike face.

Her skin felt as flawless as I cupped her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face.

I leaned down to kiss her.

Her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips met with mine and we shared an intense kiss.

Arzumand Jahāngīr let herself go, accepting me kiss once again.

My kiss had left her wanting me more.

My tongue slithered in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth as we touched tongues exchanging saliva from our eager mouths.

Arzumand Jahāngīr and I both moaned while we kissed so erotically.

Arzumand Jahāngīr wasn’t sure if it was the fact that, she was kissing me that got her so turned on, or the fact that she was truly in love with me.

I  didn’t see Arzumand Jahāngīr  as my maternal cousin , I saw her as a beautiful young Musalmān lady that wanted me .

And I wanted her.

Arzumand Jahāngīr broke our kiss and tightened her hold she had on my waist.

Durgesh, let me make love to you.” Arzumand Jahāngīr didn’t believe it herself that she was speaking out her true feelings.

My eyes widened.

My little maternal cousin wanted to ride my Uncut Hindu Cock!

She had already succeeded.

She made me to do it in the car.

Yet, it was not enough.

She actually wanted to slide her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot up and down my aching Uncut Hindu Cock.

Oh, fuck that was hot!

I grabbed my maternal cousin and lifted her up in my arms.

Arzumand Jahāngīr gasped at first taken by surprise.

“Let’s go to my room,” I said as I carried her.

In my room, I kicked off my shoes and moved towards Arzumand Jahāngīr like a mad man.

Arzumand Jahāngīr didn’t resist my touch.

We kissed with hungry kisses and Arzumand Jahāngīr was losing herself more with me than with any other man she’d ever been with.
Arzumand Jahāngīr pushed me towards my bed.

She wanted to have my Uncut Hindu Cock in her right away.

She’d been keeping all her feeling to herself but tonight she was going to let me know everything she felt for me.

“Oh I ! I wanna see your Uncut Hindu Cock!” Arzumand Jahāngīr blurted out putting her hand on my Uncut Hindu Cock over my pants.

“Get it out of my pants darling.” I said in a lustful rage.

I just let myself fall back on the bed with my hard Uncut Hindu Cock showing through my slacks.

Arzumand Jahāngīr stood above me looking shy but very curious.

She zipped down my pants and pulled out my aching throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock.

Arzumand Jahāngīr looked down and her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes grew wide looking at my Uncut Hindu Cock.

It was everything she’d fantasized it would be.

My thick mushroom head was slimy with precum.

The glow of my precum was making her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth water.

She stepped back and took her sandals off.

She let her own shaky hands pull her panties down.

I watched my little maternal cousin get on top of me.

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body felt so light, so beautiful.

She leaned down to kiss me softly as my hands brought down her spaghetthe straps from her dress.

Her amazing breasts fell out right away.

They were a c-cup size.

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s nipples were small and thick in a dark pink color.

I reached up to put one of my maternal cousin’s breasts in my palm.

Arzumand Jahāngīr tossed her head back moaning as I squeezed her nipple.

She could feel my fingers on her nipples.

She was so ready for anything I was willing to give her.

She’d never really had a chance to make love to a man she really loved.

But now she was here with a man she loved with all of her heart.

Arzumand Jahāngīr could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock twitching as I squeezed her nipple.

My precum was getting all over her legs but she didn’t care.

She loved my Durgeshly juices on her.

Though she kept wondering what my Hindu cum would feel like inside her.

“Mmmm yes! Squeeze my nipples Durgesh darling,” She rasped out.

I moved from one nipple to the other taking turns squeezing them.

I cupped each breast with one hand as I kissed them.

Arzumand Jahāngīr looked down as she watched me kiss her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

My palm was hungry for her tits.

I couldn’t take any more.

“Arzumand Jahāngīr, fuck me. Fuck my Uncut Hindu Cock darling,” I said roughly.

Arzumand Jahāngīr tossed her hair to the side and lifted her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body up enough to get my big Uncut Hindu Cock ready to go inside her.

She grabbed it with her hand and felt it pulsing as she lightly stroked it.

I put my hand over hers as she looked at me.

“Are you on birth control or do you want me to wearing protection?” I asked in the heat of the moment.

Arzumand Jahāngīr just gave me a devilish grin.

“I’m on the pill, dear.”

“Oh, fuck! Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, I want you Arzumand Jahāngīr! I want you!” I moaned anxiously.

Arzumand Jahāngīr straddled me and slowly slid her tight excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot on My Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Mmmmgggghhhh,” she wailed loudly as My Uncut Hindu Cock was piercing her tight little hole.

She could feel my manhood creeping inside her, opening her up.

“Yes baby, that’s right. fuck big Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock. Do it Arzumand Jahāngīr. I love you!” I was holding on tightly to her waist.

“Oh I love you Durgesh. I love you so much!” Arzumand Jahāngīr was now shrilling loudly as she finally got all of my Uncut Hindu Cock in her.

She started moving her hips around seductively savoring the feel and length of My Uncut Hindu Cock.

I had never felt a tighter excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot than this.

She seemed so innocent, yet she knew damn well what she was doing.

Arzumand Jahāngīr slowly began to grind her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot on My Uncut Hindu Cock.

I felt so incredible!

She could feel the veins of my Uncut Hindu Cock massaging her inside.

Moving her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body faster she was now on a rampage fucking My Uncut Hindu Cock.

I  held on to her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts pinching her nipples as I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock being smashed by my maternal cousin ‘s warm juices.

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot glided gracefully up and down my long Hindu shaft.

I felt each stroke of her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot pulling my skin up and down making me want to explode hard in her.

Arzumand Jahāngīr was feeling the sensation of my Uncut Hindu Cock as she rode it.

She couldn’t believe she was finally here, making love to me .

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot was now adjusting to my size and more letting her enjoy this wonderful lovemaking.

“Yes! Oh, that’s it! Keep riding me baby!” I was breathless.

“Mmmmm your Uncut Hindu Cock feels so good!” Arzumand Jahāngīr exclaimed as she fucked My Uncut Hindu Cock harder now, pouncing her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot so hard making my balls move up and down.

She’d clench her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot on my Uncut Hindu Lund making me want to lose control.

I suddenly felt my balls tighten with sperm ready to shoot out into my maternal cousin’s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

I was going to cum hard.

I just knew it!

I shut my eyes tightly for a few seconds as I was starting to release my Hindu cum.

“Mhmmmmm Arzumand Jahāngīr! I’m cumming! I’m fuckin’ cumming!” I groaned loudly.

Arzumand Jahāngīr accelerated her speed and felt me shooting out my Hindu cum all inside her.

She felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body jolt for a minute as she took my shot of cum.

It was incredibly sexy.

I felt as if I was shooting out gallons of cum.

I’d shot out at least 6 times long angry ropes of cum.

I’d wanted Arzumand Jahāngīr for days now and now I saw what she could do to me.

“Oooh yes! Put your Hindu seed in me Durgesh. Ooooh I have it in me! Look I’m taking it! Oh fuck!” Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her own body tense.

She was reaching an amazing climax right there on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot clasp my Uncut Hindu Lund hard and her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body shook madly.

She looked at me as she came.

“Yes baby, cum on my Uncut Hindu Cock. Fuck yes!” I grabbed her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts harder feeling her nipples erect more as she was finishing her orgasm.

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt herself weaken after an intense orgasm.

She laid her head down on my chest.

She could hear my heart beating rapidly.

She was so out of breath and spent.

I just ran my Uncut Hindu Lund through her hair as I held her close to me.

“You’re amazing Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I murmured.

Arzumand Jahāngīr moved looking up at me.

“I love you Durgesh. I think I love you more than I’ve ever loved any man.”

I smiled.

“Arzumand Jahāngīr, I want to be with you.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr kissed my lips lightly. “I’m scared Durgesh darling. What if we fall deeply and madly in love?”

I didn’t respond.

I just stroked her pretty face and let her lay her head back on my chest. “It’s too late Arzumand Jahāngīr. I’m already deeply and madly in love with you,” I finally responded.

Arzumand Jahāngīr sighed brushing her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips on my chest.

She was fearful of what the future had in store for us, yet she was so intrigued by being her my lover.4

Arzumand Jahāngīr rested on top of me feeling my Uncut Hindu Cock soften inside her.

She brought herself up laying down next to me as we stared into each other’s eyes.

She kept thinking of all the times we used to fight when we were younger.

I used to pull her bra and she’d chase me around the house.

I used to tease her when she wore her braces. Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled to herself as she recalled those Moments.

Never in her life had she imagined she’d be like this.

In love with me.

“How do you think we can get away with this relationship?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked as she ran her finger on my lips.

“I don’t know. We have to be very careful Arzumand Jahāngīr.” My gaze was on her pretty face with my hands on her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

“You mean we have to sneak around?”

“Well sort of. Yes, I guess you can say that. At least for the time being.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s eyes saddened.

“I hate the fact that we’ll have to sneak around. I’d love to be able to tell anyone how much I love you.”

“Even Mumānījān and Māmūjān?” I asked raising my eyebrows.

Arzumand Jahāngīr  sighed as she cringed. “Well I guess not everyone.”

I held Arzumand Jahāngīr closer to me.

I’d watch her grow up to be a beautiful young lady.

She had grace, style and beauty all in one package.

How could any guy resist her?

“Arzumand Jahāngīr.  We’ll worry about that later. Right now, I just want to have you next to me. Like I have been wanting for that past week.” I said kissing her forehead.

“DURGESH, it’s so strange how we fell in love, don’t you think?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked stroking my hair.

I kissed her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips tenderly.

“Yes it is. I wish the circumstances were different.”

“Oh Durgesh, why does life have to be so cruel, yet so kind? I mean I think it’s cruel for it to fall madly in love with you, and kind that I’ve found a man like you to love, to cherish.”

I just held Arzumand Jahāngīr tightly feeling her warmth.

She felt so womanly, yet so much like a young child.

The aroma of our sex was all over the room and I loved the sense it brought.

“I’m gonna take a shower Durgesh.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said sitting up.

I raised myself up from the bed.

“Can I take one with you?”

Arzumand Jahāngīr blushed.

“I’d love to have you in the shower with me.”

“Alright then!” I cheered.

We walked into the shower, still half clothed.

Arzumand Jahāngīr turned on the shower making it a nice hot one.

The water started to run warm and then hot making the room steamy.

I stood before my maternal cousin and slowly raised her dress.

My hands slid on her firm bottom feeling it, fondling it.

Arzumand Jahāngīr giggled as I touched her gorgeous glorious excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

“Mmmm I never thought you’d be touching my butt like this.”

I lifted her dress up over her taking it all off.

“Well, I never thought I’d want you so much.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr stood there completely naked.

Even though the room was hot, her nipples were hard.

I was almost breathless looking at my maternal cousin naked.

Eīshān, God, she looks delicious I thought to myself.

Her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts so firm, her tummy so flat, her skin so soft and delicate.

“You’re so beautiful, Arzumand Jahāngīr. I’m falling more in love with you each second.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr held me close to her naked skin. “I love you Durgesh. I love you so much.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr began pulling out the rest of my shirt.

Somewhat of it was still tucked in my loose open pants.

I stood back as Arzumand Jahāngīr unbuttoned my shirt.

She did each button slowly never taking her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes off me.

Finally, with the last button my shirt came open exposing my hard chest.

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s eyes devoured my manly body.

Her hands moved down to my pants sliding them off leaving me in my boxers.

I stepped out of my pants and took off my socks.

I grabbed Arzumand Jahāngīr ‘s hands and put them on my waist pushing them down slowly removing my boxers.

She felt herself gasp looking at me there, completely naked.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was hard again.

Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled modestly.

“Come on; let’s get in the shower, before the hot water runs out.” I said playfully.

We both stepped into the steamy water together.

I stood behind Arzumand Jahāngīr holding her under the waterfall.

I watched her hair get wet as the water hit us.

Her wet young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body was close to me.

I ran my hands up and down her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

Arzumand Jahāngīr closed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes feeling my hands roaming every part of her.

She reached out to grab the spring smelling bar of soap lathering it in her hands.

I grabbed it from her hand.

I glided my hands on Arzumand Jahāngīr’s breasts letting the soap suds run down her chest.

Arzumand Jahāngīr leaned her head back and our lips met for a sensual kiss.

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s hot young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body tingled with feelings of hot lust for me.

Yes, touch me more. Don’t ever stop Arzumand Jahāngīr thought to herself.

I kept lathering up more soap and ran my hands down Arzumand Jahāngīr’s body making sure she was covered up with soap bubbles.

The scent of soap filled the room reminding us that it was just us, alone in the shower.

Arzumand Jahāngīr turned around letting her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes meet with me.

She pressed her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body against my letting the suds get on my body.

We began to kiss losing ourselves under this wonderful rain of water that covered us, protected us from the real world.

The soap was washing off our bodies slowly.

I looked over to my right to grab the bottle of shampoo.

I smiled down at Arzumand Jahāngīr as she looked up at me with admiring eyes.

I poured some of Arzumand Jahāngīr’s apple smelling shampoo on the palm of my hands and placed it on her hair.

Arzumand Jahāngīr chuckled softly as I began to wash her hair.

My hands massaged her head as I rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund lightly on her hair.

I stared down at Arzumand Jahāngīr.

She was so gorgeous standing there naked as I washed her hair.

Arzumand Jahāngīr tossed her head back slightly letting the water wash off the shampoo.

I just observed this beautiful sight.

The shampoo ran down her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body slow like honey.

I grabbed the bar of soap again lathering it up once more to start rubbing Arzumand Jahāngīr ‘s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot with it.

Arzumand Jahāngīr whined softly feeling me washing her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

My hands gently ran up and down her wet slit.

She got a hold of the soap and returned the favor.

She got a handful of suds and placed her hand on my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

She stroked it up and down washing me up.

I bit my lip enjoying Arzumand Jahāngīr’s touch.

Arzumand Jahāngīr took the bottle of my shampoo and got a handful of it as she started washing my hair.

I laughed as she reached her little arms up lathering up my hair.

I picked her up a little as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“I love being here with you,” I whimpered.

“I want this moment to last forever, “Arzumand Jahāngīr responded holding me tightly.

I dipped my head under the water letting the shampoo wash off my hair as it fell onto us both.

Arzumand Jahāngīr helped by rinsing my hair out.

I carefully turned around as I carried Arzumand Jahāngīr in my arms.

I placed her back against the tile wall.

“I want to be inside you again Arzumand Jahāngīr.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr kissed me softly.

“Yes. Make love to me again Durgesh.”

I adjusted her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body and immediately plunged my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her sensitive excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Arzumand Jahāngīr let out a loud moan as I entered her once again.

I began to thrust my hips madly as my Uncut Hindu Lund quickly entered and exited her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

We kissed passionately as we made love while the water continued to bathe us.

I loved the way Arzumand Jahāngīr’s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot swallowed up my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I could feel her still so tight and warm.

I never wanted to take my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her.

I wanted to be in her eternally.

Arzumand Jahāngīr held on to me tightly as I made love to her.

It was so erotic making love in the shower.

She’d always fantasized about doing that someday, but now that day was here.

She was glad to be able to share it with such an amazing person, DURGESH, her Hindu lover.

“You feel so good. I want to explode in you again, Arzumand Jahāngīr.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr looked at me with love.

“Do it Durgesh, my Hindu Love. Just let yourself cum into me. I want to take it all again.”

A few more thrusts and I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock spurting out cum right inside Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Each shot of my Hindu cum that Arzumand Jahāngīr took from me, made her shudder.

 Chapter 13


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

Midterm 2012: 8

Midterm  2012


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Chapter 8

Durgesh Arzumand Jahāngīr

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt the excitement of summer as she finally graduated from University.

Finally, she was going to enter the real world.

She was now 28 years old and lots of course, but she was just glad to get University over with.

She’d graduated with a computer programming degree in hopes of finding a good job.

Her parents lived in Saůūdī Årab.

She had left Saůūdī Årab as most of the highly educated sophisticated Musalmān Beauties were doing nowadays.

Now she needed a job and most jobs were in the city, which was a long drive for her from where she lived at present.

Usually long drives wouldn’t matter to her, except that she had a small, old Honda accord that she drove, which usually broke down a lot.

It was passed down to her from her Ammī.

Since it broke down often, she didn’t want to risk driving over an hour every day to a job.

Arzumand Jahāngīr was currently looking for a place to stay until she found a job.

She knew me, lived in my own apartment in the city.

Arzumand Jahāngīr and I were only four years apart and very close.

I already had my own job of writing, law firms, social service, and sex therapy etcetera and was well off for the meantime.

“Please Durgesh. Can I move in with you? It’ll be just temporary, I promise!” Arzumand Jahāngīr begged me as she visited me on Saturday afternoon.

We sat in my living room as I was watching an ashvinātam movie.

“Aww Arzumand Jahāngīr, if you move in with me, I won’t be able to bring girls my home,” I teased.

Arzumand Jahāngīr rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. Please? Please? Please?” She continued to plead.

I had to smile.

My little maternal cousin looked so cute begging.

Her pretty hazel eyes glowed as she implored.

Her hair was a light shade of brown and shoulder length.

She wore blonde highlights to bring out her pretty face.

“Oh, alright, but only a few weeks. I do have a life you know.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr got up and hugged me.

“Oh thank you! You’re tI best! I promise as soon as I get a job I’ll leave.”

I was proud of my decision to let my maternal cousin move in with me.

Besides, my love life was dry at the moment.

I was busy with work and hardly had time for cute Musalmān girls now.

Moreover, having my maternal cousin around, I would not be so lonesome.

I liked having someone there to talk to.***

By Monday of that week, Arzumand Jahāngīr had already moved in.

Since I had a one-bedroom apartment then, Arzumand Jahāngīr had agreed to sleep in the living room.

I had a sofa bed.

Therefore, that was where Arzumand Jahāngīr would be sleeping.

I hardly saw Arzumand Jahāngīr, as she would get up very early in search of a job.

By the time I came home though, she had managed to cook up some good home cooked meals.

She had learned to cook from her Ammī, who was an awesome cook.

Luckily, she had passed on that talent to her beautiful daughter.

“Why are you so nice to me and cook my dinners?” I asked Arzumand Jahāngīr one night as we sat eating homemade lasagna.

Arzumand Jahāngīr beamed with pride.

“Well, because you’re letting me stay here for free. I mean this is the least I can do, right?”

She sat and watched as I ate.

I was a grown sixty-two years old, yet still marvellously handsome Hindu man.

They thought I was thirty-two only.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was painstakingly adamant to prove it due to her own vested personal interests.

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s hair was light brown like hers and she had the honey hazel eyes.

I was sophisticated and still muscular incredibly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used it to prove her point.

I’m sorry to admit that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was so observant of me that I never suspected she was doing something wrong to my mature Musalmān Beauties.

I thought she hated her Ammījān Nafīsah Salmān only.

While basically my thinking was not wrong, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s strategy to fight with her Ammījān Nafīsah Salmān, was ultimately appeared to be detrimental to my mature Musalmān Beauties’ interests.

When I became aware of met, it was too late to cope with the dangerous strategies Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan adopted against my mature Musalmān Beauties.

I was still fighting with it, but Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has masterminded it so proficiently that now it was not easy to undo what she had done deliberately keeping me in the dark.

Arzumand Jahāngīr remembered how her friends used to talk about how they had crushes on me.

She still recalled when I used to take care of her when her parents went off to a usual business dinner.

She always looked up to me not just as a Buāzād Cousin, but also as a mentor and a friend.

Arzumand Jahāngīr thus reminded me Sāimah Al Ħaider* * *

As the days went by Arzumand Jahāngīr struggled to find a job.

She’d go from business to business in hopes of someone needing a computer programmer.

She was getting frustrated and knew she was wearing out her welcome with me.

I on the other hand, loved the fact that Arzumand Jahāngīr was living with me.

I hated coming home to an empty apartment.

She would entertain me with her wacky University stories and silly jokes.

I hadn’t had so much fun in a long time with any companion.

One night, I had gotten home late from hanging out with my lady friends.

Arzumand Jahāngīr was fast asleep on the couch.

I looked at her sleeping peacefully since I could see her from the dim light that reflected from my room.

Her soft hair was in her face and the covers were not completely covering her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān body.

I stared closely as Arzumand Jahāngīr’s nightgown was all the way up.

She wore small bikini white panties that brought out her tanned skin.

I felt my Hindu erection growing my pants.

I wanted to stop staring, yet I couldn’t keep my eyes off my maternal cousin.

I never imagined she would look so sexy underneath her clothes.

I wanted to reach over to touch her legs and run my hands up and down those long legs until I reached her excellent smooth Pakistani Sunni Musalmān thighs.

I could only imagine how warm she was between her legs.

Would sI ever want me  to touch her?

Ok snap out of met! I told myself. She’s your maternal cousin for crying aloud.

But I am already fucking most of my maternal and Kħālāzād Cousins maintaining even my Live in Relationship with them.

In fact, my wife Saiyadah Fātimah PhD is also my maternal cousin.

Kħadījah Muħammad was also my maternal cousin and she is famous to be my Sex Queen and Out Queen, my Outdoor Sex Queen actually.

Yet, ultimately, I forced myself to take my eyes off Arzumand Jahāngīr and went into my room.

I took off my clothes leaving just my boxers on as I always did.

I looked down to find my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock  wanting to slip out of my boxers.

Arzumand Jahāngīr had really excited me.


Well, I simply couldn’t decide.

I let my mind run wild with images of my beautiful maternal cousin, Arzumand Jahāngīr.

I started having a sexy fantasy about Arzumand Jahāngīr waking up and desperately needing me.

She started to lift up her nightgown and slip out of those tiny panties she wore, in my fantasies.

Arzumand Jahāngīr would then slide her wet Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy on my hard Uncut Hindu Cock requesting me to cum in her for.

I suddenly heard a knock on the door.

I confidently and sophisticatedly put my Uncut Hindu Cock back in my pants and grabbed a long t-shirt to try to cover up my excitement.

It was Arzumand Jahāngīr standing outside my bedroom door in that short little nightgown of hers.

Durgesh? Are you OK?”

I was not panting.

I was all my sweet self.

I was sixty-two already despite Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s all the fabricated deceitful claims.

I had already faced similar situations so many times before too.

I was totally prepared therefore to meet them.

“Yeah. Everything is fine, darling. Why do you ask?”

I found Arzumand Jahāngīr’s extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes gazing down at My Uncut Hindu Cock.

It was up and the t-shirt didn’t really hide anything.

Then quickly she snapped out of her thoughts.

“Nothing. I just thought I heard some noise. Sorry. I’m going back to bed now.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr scurried over back to the sofa bed wrapping her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body around the covers.

She felt herself blush yet proud of herself as she could still see my Hindu erection through my boxers.

I was a guy after all and it had to be normal for me to have an erection.

She just never thought she’d catch me.

She smiled as she ran her hands down her own body.

She’d been so wrapped up in looking for a job, that it’d been a while since she masturbated.

Arzumand Jahāngīr was now rubbing herself between her legs.

My erection had excited her beyond control.

Her hand could feel her soaked Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy over her panties.

She closed her eyes feeling her own pleasure.

All of a sudden, she had thoughts of me coming to her.

She couldn’t seem to get my erection out of her mind.

She kept wondering what my Uncut Hindu Cock looked like.

It was too famous now for fucking every Musalmān Beauty available to me.

She felt her excitement rush as she thought about the fact that I was right in the next room having an erection myself as well.

Arzumand Jahāngīr pulled her panties down taking them off and putting them to the side.

Her finger was already finding itself inside her moist Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān hole.

She let out a very quiet whimper as sI began to finger fuck herself.

I back in my own room kept trying to stay quiet not to be discovered by my maternal cousin.

Arzumand Jahāngīr now had two fingers up her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt   as she squirmed around pleasuring herself.

She lifted up her nightgown with her other hand letting her tits out.

Her nipples were already hard as she ran her hand across them.

She licked her lips as she felt herself coming to an intense orgasm.

I couldn’t get Arzumand Jahāngīr and her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body out of my mind.

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s little body was shaking, as she was cumming on her fingers.

“Oh I’m cumming on your Uncut Hindu Cock Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” She said in her own mind.

Her juices leaked out of her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy hole leaving her sheets wet.

SI envisioned herself riding My Uncut Hindu Cock and cumming on it.

It was hard to keep quiet but she managed.

Her orgasm was powerful making her ooze out her womanly Pakistani Sunni Musalmān juices as she pinched her own nipples with her other hand.

She let her fingers slip out of her drenched Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt as she smiled in satisfaction closing her eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

She dreamt about me whom she now secretly desired despite our tremendous age difference.

The next morning Arzumand Jahāngīr woke up late.

She looked and saw my bedroom door open with the light off so she knew I’d left to go to work.

Arzumand Jahāngīr rushed out of bed and ran into the shower.

She quickly showered and got dressed ready to go job-hunting again.

She made sure to make the sofa bed and pick up her panties she’d left there from last night’s wild masturbation.

At work, all I could do was think about Arzumand Jahāngīr.

I knew I had to get her off my mind fast.

It was not just wrong to have those kinds of thoughts about your own maternal cousin.

But to be obsessed with it was a weakness.

I hated to resort to any weakness whatsoever it maybe.

I still couldn’t wait to get home to her pleasant smile and pretty face.

I arrived home later than usual that Friday night.

I stepped in the apartment and found Arzumand Jahāngīr happily humming as she was setting up the table for dinner.

She was wearing a short black skirt and a white button up blouse.

I could see her long tanned legs well.

“Welcome home sweet Durgesh of mine!” She said cheerfully.

I raised my eyebrows in concern.

“OK what are you so happy about?”

Arzumand Jahāngīr grin was from ear to ear.

“Well guess what? I got a job!”

I felt my heart sink.

But I was careful enough not to let it out and come on my face.

“Oh really? Well hey congrats!”

Arzumand Jahāngīr looked at me closely.

“Durgesh? Why don’t you sound happy for me?”

“No, I am very happy. I’m sorry Arzumand Jahāngīr I guess I just had a bad day at work.” I lied.

I felt poignant knowing that she got a job.

That meant she would be moving out.

I still tried hard not to show my heartbreak.

I knew I had to be happy for my maternal cousin.

My sexy little maternal cousin.

“I’m sorry sweetie that you had a bad day. Look, I’ve managed to whip up a nice rice and broccoli casserole and I made a salad too. Let’s just unwind and try to be happy OK?” Her voice was so comforting.

I nodded.

“Alright darling. Let me just go wash up myself.”

As we ate, I kept trying to sound cheerful.

I listened to Arzumand Jahāngīr  just talk about how her job interview had gone and how happy she was finally starting her career.

All I could do was, look at her and fall even more in love with her.

After dinner, Arzumand Jahāngīr was cleaning up the kitchen.

I went in to talk with her.

“Can I be of any help?”

She giggled softly.

“You don’t have to help me. You’ve already done too much for me.”

“No, it’s ok. I want to help. Besides you did a lot for me too.” I replied.

Arzumand Jahāngīr stared at me.

I looked comfortable in my wind shorts and a t-shirt.

She kept trying to get her wandering eyes off my Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Hey I’m gonna go change up ok?”

I looked down at her.

“OK. Hey how about some ice cream?”

She nodded ecstatically.

“Mmm that sounds good!”

She ran to tI bathroom to change.

I laughed and got out two bowls to serve strawberry ice cream for us both.

I always remembered that strawberry ice cream was Arzumand Jahāngīr’s favorite.

A few minutes later, Arzumand Jahāngīr came back wearing her short blue jean shorts and a dark blue spaghetthe strap top.

I swallowed hard as I kept looking at her breasts.

They  looked so perky under her little top.

“Thank you,” Arzumand Jahāngīr said sweetly as I handed her a bowl of ice cream.

We sat in the living room watching music videos and just talking about work.

Arzumand Jahāngīr sat across from me with her legs crossed.

I  sat slouched down not being able to concentrate on the videos but instead finding myself  ogling Arzumand Jahāngīr .

After we were all done Arzumand Jahāngīr got up to take tI bowls and spoons to the sink.

She rinsed them and washed them quickly.

She headed back to the living room and saw me looking still somewhat somber.

“Are you sure your OK?” She asked concerned sitting next to me.

I sighed.

“Well I guess I’m just going to miss you darling.” I finally confessed.

Arzumand Jahāngīr put her arm around me.

“Really? Well I’m going to miss you too. You’re so much fun to live with. Don’t worry though; I’ll still be here another two or three weeks until my first paycheck so I get my own place.”

I looked over at my maternal cousin.

Her face was glowing and she never looked more beautiful. My hand reached to stroke her hair.

“I’m going to miss you more than you think.” I couldn’t believe I was speaking out my true feelings.

Arzumand Jahāngīr looked somewhat puzzled.

Durgesh, what are you saying?”

Our bodies were so close now.

My hand was now on Arzumand Jahāngīr’s leg making her weak with lust.

I  didn’t answer her question.

Instead, I moved close to her and gently kissed her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips.

No, it was not on impulse.

I did it deliberately.

What was wrong in it while I knew very well what Arzumand Jahāngīr herself wanted to do with me?

Arzumand Jahāngīr gasped in surprise but she returned the kiss I gave her.

Our lips were locked with one another’s almost indefinitely.

My tongue slithered in Arzumand Jahāngīr ‘s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.

She felt me French kissing her.

Yet, she did not intend to stop me.

She tongued it with mine as we enjoyed this wonderful first kiss.

Arzumand Jahāngīr was entranced feeling My Hindu lips on hers.

I was an incredible kisser.

I felt her suck on my tongue as my hands moved upwards to touch her breasts lightly.

Arzumand Jahāngīr moaned into My mouth at the feel of my experienced Hindu hand on her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

She wanted to put her hand on my Uncut Hindu Cock to feel it.

Ever since last night that’s all she could think about.

I was in shock.

I couldn’t believe that I was finally kissing my extremely beautiful maternal cousin.

I felt my balls tighten as I felt my maternal cousin’s beautiful breasts over her top, but I knew I had to stop.

It was hard to do, but I had to.

Trying not to get lost in my maternal cousin’s kisses, he pushed myself away from her.

Arzumand Jahāngīr, confused and aching for me, looked up at me.

“What’s wrong, dear? There’s nothing to stop now. Let me admit to you. I was dying for it. Thank you very much for what you’ve done, even so far.”

I stood up and paced the room.

My erection would not go away.

“Arzumand Jahāngīr, I’m sorry. Perhaps, I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt disappointed but figured it was for tI best that I stopped.

Otherwise, she would have let me do anything I wanted to her.

“It’s OK. I mean I kissed you too. Let’s just forget about it.”

Forget about it?

I thought to myself.

How could I ever?

My maternal cousin’s kiss still lingered on my lips.

“Yes I’m sorry Arzumand Jahāngīr, let’s forget it happened,” I agreed yet regretted saying.

With that, I decided to go out for a ride in my car to get my thinking straight.

“I’ll be back later darling. Call my cell phone if you need anything OK?” I said quietly as Arzumand Jahāngīr just watched me leave.

Arzumand Jahāngīr sat on the couch stunned and yet so turned on by my excellent exquisite passionate kiss.

She put her fingertips on her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips closing her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.

She couldn’t believe it was happening.

She was actually falling in love with me.

The next morning Arzumand Jahāngīr woke up early feeling drenched between her legs.

She closed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes still remembering that sexy kiss I gave her.

Ok get over it she told herself.

She looked outside and saw I had gotten home.

She had fallen asleep and didn’t hear me come home last night.

She got up to shower and visit her parents.

She left without telling me, since I seemed to be asleep.

I lay on my bed as I heard my maternal cousin leave.

I had dreamed like crazy last night thinking of our kiss.

How sweet it was, to touch her.

“Mmmm she’s got such a fine little body.” I said to myself.

I could still remember the feel of her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts over her top.
Arzumand Jahāngīr arrived at her parents’ home and saw her Ammī outside in the garden.

Her Abbū was by the garage washing his truck.

Arzumand Jahāngīr arrived with good news about her job.

Deep down she felt guilty about what had happened with me.

“Ammījān! How are you?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked excitedly as she ran to hug her Ammī.

Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī was a fine woman for her age.

Being almost 52 years old, she still looked more vibrant and beautiful.

She loved her children and was always so proud of them.

She knew Arzumand Jahāngīr would become something in life.

“Arzumand Jahāngīr!” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī wailed out hugging her daughter.

“Hey Ammījān. Guess what? I finally got a job!” Arzumand Jahāngīr squealed in joy.

Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī’s eyes lit up.

“Oh honey, I knew you could do it. I always have faith in my little girl.”

“I just had to come tell you the good news. I want to tell Abbū but he looks too busy right now.”

“Well you can tell me but please sit here and chat with me for a while. I miss my little girl around you know. How is Durgesh  by the way?”

The Musalmān women moved over to a table outside in the garden.

Arzumand Jahāngīr swallowed hard hoping her Ammī would not see through her.

“Well Durgesh   is doing just great. He’s been a wonderful roommate. Better than any of the roommates I had in University that’s for sure.”

Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī laughed.

“Yes he’s a wonderful person. I miss him. You know he doesn’t come by to see us too often.”

“Well he’s busy with work.”

Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī rolled her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.

“Yeah he’s busy with work and I bet he’s busy with extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties  too.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt herself blush.

“No actually there he’s single Ammījān. I guess he has to be for the next few weeks until I move out.”

“Well Durgesh was and is always a real womanizer. As soon as you leave I bet he’ll have a new Musalmān girlfriend.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her jaw clench.

The thought of me with another Musalmān girl was making her jealous.

“Anyway so what’s new with you?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked changing the subject.

The women sat in the garden catching up on their lives.

Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn came to join his wife and daughter in the conversation.

Arzumand Jahāngīr kept trying to listen to her parent’s words, yet her mind still drifted off thinking of me.

She knew things were going to be just a little uncomfortable when she got back.

She decided to ask her Ammī if she could spend the night there to head her head straight before heading back to My Sunday night.

“Of course you can stay here sweetie. Just be sure to call Durgesh   and let him know so he won’t worry about you.” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī smiled at her daughter.

Arzumand Jahāngīr already had a lot of her clothes at her parents so she didn’t need to go back to the apartment to pick up any clothes.

She felt her hands shaky as she dialed my number to let me know she’d be staying her parent’s house.

“Hello?” I answered.

Arzumand Jahāngīr sighed before speaking.

“Durgesh? Uh I’m going to spend the night at Ammījān and Dad’s OK?”

There was a brief silence.

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt nervous.

“Durgesh? You there?”

She heard me finally speak.

“Arzumand Jahāngīr, I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her heart race.

“You didn’t make me feel uncomfortable. It’s just I want to stay here with Ammījān and Dad. Besides, we could use tonight to forget about our mistakes.” She wanted to slap herself for saying that our kiss was a mistake.

I cleared my throat.

“Uh yeah your right. It was a mistake. Well I’ll see you later darling.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr stayed on the phone in silence until she heard the line go dead.

She felt her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes swell up in tears.

Her heart was aching since she knew she’d hurt me.

She spent the rest of the day with her parents trying to get me out of her mind.

She’d have to since she’d be coming back to me the next night.

Sunday morning Arzumand Jahāngīr woke up early.

She wasn’t able to sleep all night and her stomach felt like it had butterflies as she thought of going back to my place.

She had breakfast at her parents and got some more of her clothes to take back to the apartment.

She decided not to leave her parent’s home until late that afternoon.

Arzumand Jahāngīr arrived at my apartment a little past eight.

I sat there in the living room watching a movie and my eyes pierced at her as she walked in.

She felt her heart race as I stared at her.

I watched Arzumand Jahāngīr walk in slowly holding a bag of her clothes.

I’d missed her so much in just that one day she was gone.

I wanted to hold her in my arms and kiss her, but I had to control myself.

She was my maternal cousin after all.

I couldn’t treat her casually.

“Hey,” Arzumand Jahāngīr  spoke softly as she set tI bag of clothes down on the couch where she slept.

I looked away. “Hey Arzumand Jahāngīr. How are your Ammījān and Dad doing, my Māmūjān and Mumānījān, I mean?”

Arzumand Jahāngīr pushed her hair to the side as she looked down.

“They’re doing good. They asked about you. They sent their love.”

I continued to look away.

“I think I’ll pay them a visit sometime this week.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr just nodded.

“So how was your day?”

I finally looked up at my maternal cousin.

My eyes were full of love.

“It was miserable. Arzumand Jahāngīr. I’m sorry I hurt you. I know you only stayed at Ammījān and Dad’s because of what happened.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr sat on the couch across from me.

She wanted to just blurt out that she loved my kiss and she was in love with me.

“Look, we’ve already discussed it. It was just a kiss. I mean we shouldn’t let it make us feel uncomfortable around one another.”

I smiled ultimately.

“You’re so right. Let’s just forget it and let things go back to the way they were.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr just nodded.

“Yes back to the way we were.”

We watched movies for the rest of the night in silence.

Arzumand Jahāngīr fell asleep early.

I quietly turned off the t.V. and went to get her a blanket to put over her beautiful body.

I watched her sleep so still.

My hands wanted to roam her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body, to feel every curve she had.

What in the world, was I going to do with her?

I wanted her for sure, more than I’ve ever wanted any other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman.

Both of us slept peacefully that night thinking of one another.

Deep down we both knew things would never go back to the way we were.

Our too intimate kiss had changed them forever.

Monday morning Arzumand Jahāngīr woke up with first day of work jitters.

She was going to be working at a local University in the area.

She was nervously scattering her clothes around to see what she should wear on her first day to work.

I was still asleep and Arzumand Jahāngīr  hoped to get out of the house before I woke up.

She quickly showered and started to get ready.

Arzumand Jahāngīr decided to put on her dark maroon skirt that was just a bit above the knee and a black tight v-neck top.

Her black heels and hose completed her look.

She was in tI bathroom about to pin up her hair when she heard my bedroom door open.

She peeped out to see me walking in.

My hair was messy.

I wore an old white t-shirt and my dark blue boxers.

Our eyes met for a Moment.

Arzumand Jahāngīr bit her lip not knowing whether to speak or not.

“Oh sorry you need to use tI bathroom?” She asked nervously.

“Yeah but it’s OK. Go ahead and finish what you were doing,” I replied sincerely.

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her hands shake as I watched her pin up her silky brown hair.

My eyes were glued to her making her flush.

I looked as my maternal cousin made herself look gorgeous.

I stared closely at her long legs.

Oh how I would love to have those long legs wrapped around me as I made love to her.

“OK, stop it you sexiest man,” I said to myself .

“So your first day on the job, eh?” I  asked sweetly.

Arzumand Jahāngīr blushed.

“Yeah. I’m nervous. I hope I do well.”

I moved closer to her.

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine. Look, I’m going to take you out to dinner tonight OK? You know, in celebration of your new job.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr couldn’t help but smile.

“OK. That’s so sweet of you!”

It was my turn to smile.

“Well it’s just my way to say congratulations.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr found herself again looking down at my Hindu crotch.

She was hoping I was hard like that other night.

Ever since then, all she could think about was how big My Uncut Hindu Cock was.

Was it thick?

Did I shoot a lot when I came?

Did I?..

“So we can go out around seven tonight.” I was saying as I made Arzumand Jahāngīr snap out of the thoughts.

“Y-yes. Seven sounds fine. It’s a date then.” Arzumand Jahāngīr giggled.

I just lightly brushed my hand on her arm sending shivers all over.

“Yeah a date, my darling, sure.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her face redden with excitement.

Not only was she nervous about her first day on the job, but also she felt tense about going out with me that night.

She slowly stepped out of tI bathroom lightly brushing her shoulder against mine.

“Have a good day at work, dear.” I said quietly as she walked out.

“Thanks. I’ll see you tonight.” Arzumand Jahāngīr called out not wanting to look at me again because if she did she might just throw herself all over me.

She got to work in time and was introduced to all the workers.

She’d be mainly working at the university library in the tech room.

All her coworkers seemed like nice people.

Her one coworker that was showing her around was about 2 years her senior.

Her name was Sakīnah Āftāb and she was a very pleasant young woman.

“Well so glad to have you work with us Arzumand Jahāngīr. I hope you enjoy working here as much as I have. It’s great. Besides the pay, if you decided to go back to University, you can attend classes after work without having to drive all the way across town.”

Sakīnah Āftāb had immediately volunteered, herself, to show Arzumand Jahāngīr around.

Her beauty and her grace stunned Sakīnah Āftāb.

She seemed different than other girls.

She appeared to be more sweet and down to earth.

“Thank you Sakīnah Āftāb sāħibah,” Arzumand Jahāngīr said as she was being walked to her own little office.

“No please just call me Sakīnah Āftāb.” Sakīnah Āftāb said grinning ear to ear. “Once again welcome and I’ll be here if you got any questions.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled politely and entered her office as Sakīnah Āftāb left closing the door behind her.

She sat on tI big leather chair and closed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes for a Moment.

All she could think about was her “date” with me tonight.

Arzumand Jahāngīr realized that she was hopelessly in love with me.

Allah, how handsome Durgesh is even at his early sixties and how hard for her.

Is he really sixty-two?

She couldn’t believe watching the immense Hindu erection for her.

Allah Allah, what an immense Hindu lust for a Musalmān Beauty.

Arzumand Jahāngīr understood now how Hindus win Musalmān Beauties entirely in so large a number.

They had immense Hindu lust for Musalmān Beauties.

And what the hell more the Musalmān Beauties demanded?

The Hindus boldly showed Musalmān Beauties how intense their Hindu lust was for Musalmān Beauties.

Naturally, Musalmān Beauties fell for Hindus.

The ever-religious Musalmīn were never capable even to have that much lust for them.

Islam prohibited it altogether.

That’s why Arzumand Jahāngīr didn’t know even a single Musalmān Beauty not having sex with her Hindu lover.

Well, yes, Arzumand Jahāngīr agreed now with her extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends:

Uncut Hindu Lund and Musalmān Choot are made for each other. They are ever inseparable.’

‘Only Hindus can love us Musalmān Beauties to the extent, never the ever religious Musalmīn.’

Somewhat blunt expressions, but truer ultimately.

Even Arzumand Jahāngīr couldn’t deny it now.

She kept hoping deep down that I’d try to kiss her again.

This time she wouldn’t let me stop ever to any extent whatsoever.

Yes, why not?

Let Durgesh fuck her even.

That’s what Arzumand Jahāngīr herself wants.

Doesn’t she?

Arzumand Jahāngīr arrived home almost at 6 o’clock that night.

I was already home when she got there.

I had my bedroom door open, as I was getting ready.

Arzumand Jahāngīr poked her head in the room admiring her sexy Durgesh.

I looked at her beaming with innocent Durgeshly love.

“Hey Arzumand Jahāngīr. I’m almost ready.”

“I see. You look so handsome my dear.” Arzumand Jahāngīr blurted out.

“Thanks, darling.”I smiled boldly, “Did you want to use my room to get ready instead of getting ready in tI bathroom?”

Arzumand Jahāngīr nodded,

“Yes I’d like that. But first I have to take a quick shower.”

I had put on a blue and white plaid shirt and some dark blue slacks.

My shirt collar looked crooked.

“Here, let me fix this,” Arzumand Jahāngīr uttered as she fixed my shirt collar.

She could lightly smell my cologne as she fixed my shirt.

I could hardly breathe having my lovely maternal cousin so close to me.

I wanted to just pick her little body up and throw her on my bed.

‘I wonder how her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy feels,’ I thought to myself.

“There, much better.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said as sI backed away from me slowly, her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes never leaving mine.

“Thanks dear.”

Our eyes met again and the room was filled with silence.

“Well I’m gonna shower first and then I’ll come in here to change.”

“Alright, I’ll be in the living room. Don’t take too long I know how you girls can be,” I teased.

Arzumand Jahāngīr sighed. “Oh be quiet.”

She rushed off to shower.

In the shower, Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body in heat as the thought of spending an evening with me.

She wondered if other people saw them together, would they think we were a couple?

It excited her to think that they would.

The cold water ran all over her young beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body, and Arzumand Jahāngīr  moaned softly as she touched her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts remembering how it felt when I  had lightly touched them when I kissed her.

“Ok Arzumand Jahāngīr, stop it! Just forget about it! You’ve your Durgesh now, your own Buāzād Cousin.” She kept reminding herself.

She stepped out of the shower into her bathrobe and headed on into my room.

I was busy talking on the phone with one of my Musalmān lady friends and the television was blaring.

Arzumand Jahāngīr walked in carrying her clothes she’d be wearing for the night.

She stood there naked in my room.

She looked around and obviously saw my bed was not made yet.

She lay on my bed nude surrounded by the sheets that covered me.

She could smell my Hindu masculinity on my sheets.

“Mmmm Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” She whimpered.

Her mind raced with thoughts of one day being able to sleep on my bed with me nude by her side, and even on her.

Allah, how Arzumand Jahāngīr has longed now to be my nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mare forever.

She dreamed of me nude too, riding forever on nude Arzumand Jahāngīr.

Allah, let it happen.

Let it happen.


‘Muddat kī tamannāon kā silā jazbāt ko ab mil jāné do,

Jis taraħ milī hain do rūħén,

Us taraħ sé dil mil jāné do.

In pāk gunāon kī ghađiyān,

Ātī hain magar har roz nahīn,

Har roz inhén ab āné do,

Har vaqt inhén ab āné do.’

‘Har roz inhén ab āné do,

Har vaqt inhén ab āné do.’

Arzumand Jahāngīr loved the way my sheets felt against her naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān skin.

She rolled over on her stomach getting completely aroused.

The soft fabric of the sheets tickled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt as she started to slide herself up and down.

She imagined herself fucking me , having me  cum in her.

Her small frame moved up and down grinding her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy on tI bed.

She felt herself so moist and full of lust.

Then a guilt trip washed over her.

“What the hell are you doing? Durgesh is a Hindu. He is a forbidden fruit for a Musalmān Beauty.” Arzumand Jahāngīr  told herself.

She got off tI bed feeling weak at her knees as she stopped herself from feeling so much ashvinātam pleasure.

She looked down and ran her hands on her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy, feeling throb.

Arzumand Jahāngīr never had sex and now she was really yearning for it.

Wanting it from me.

A Hindu?


Why not?

Damn it.

Arzumand Jahāngīr finally managed to get dressed.

She put on the green and white summer dress, which made her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body look absolutely spectacular.

Underneath she wore some white lacey little panties and no bra since the dress was spaghetthe strap.

Her black strap sandals finished the look.

She took a look at herself in the full-length mirror that was nailed on the closet door.

She’d let her shoulder length hair down and pinned on each side by glittery green pins.

Her makeup was on light, giving her an innocent youthful look.

“OK just try to control yourself tonight Arzumand Jahāngīr. He is your Durgesh now, just keep remembering that.” She thought to herself.

She opened tI bedroom door as I waited for her.

I stood up ready to take my maternal cousin out.

It would just be the two of us.


Full of temptation.

Arzumand Jahāngīr and I drove mostly in silence.

We were heading downtown to go eat at a nice cozy restaurant that I had heard about.

They served tI best steaks, which I knew Arzumand Jahāngīr loved.

I kept trying to keep my eyes on the road but Arzumand Jahāngīr’s long legs kept distracting me.

Her dress rode up high as she sat in my mustang.

I felt somewhat excited being out with such a beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān girl like Arzumand Jahāngīr, my gorgeous maternal cousin.

“So like I was saying this place has some of tI best steaks ever. I’ve heard some people at work talk about it.” I suddenly blurted out trying to make a conversation.

Arzumand Jahāngīr turned to look at me.

“Oh well sounds good. I’m so hungry right now.”

I scoffed.

“Yeah me too.”

I wasn’t thinking of food though.

We arrived at the restaurant and we had to wait a while before being seated.

Arzumand Jahāngīr loved the atmosphere.

It was dim-lighted and had a feel of home.

A few minutes later, we were finally seated by a window overlooking tI busy downtown area.

“I’m gonna order tI biggest steak we got here!” Arzumand Jahāngīr exclaimed playfully.

I laughed.

“Ok feel free to order whatever you want. It’s on me darling.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled.

“Oh thank you so much for taking me out. I haven’t been out in a while.”

“I find that hard to believe.” I said seriously.

Arzumand Jahāngīr just brushed off my comment.

“I really like this place Durgesh. I mean it’s just so cool.”

“I’m glad you like it dear.” I couldn’t take my eyes of the small beautiful cleavage her dress produced.

We ate dinner and talked about work.

I couldn’t remember ever having such a nice conversation with a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān girl.

Arzumand Jahāngīr entertained me nicely.

Her laugh was so gentle and her voice, her voice was just mesmerizing.

I felt like I could sit and talk with her for hours.

After our salad and steak, I  offered to buy her dessert.

“Hmm how about we split a Tiramisu?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked sweetly.

I nodded.

“Yeah sounds good to me.”

A few minutes later, our waitress came back with our dessert.

The waitress was a young Musalmān blonde, a bit quiet but she finally spoke out when sI brought the dessert.

“Here you go. Your Tiramisu.” She placed the plate down with two forks. “How long have you two been together?”

Arzumand Jahāngīr almost felt herself choke on her coke when the waitress asked that bizarre question.

I cleared my throat trying to explain.

But Arzumand Jahāngīr suddenly smiled boldly at her,

“Well, actually, we are just courting with each other now.”

“Ah,” the waitress smiled, “Sir, I wish a very very happy sex life for both of you.”

“Thank you very much.” Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled profoundly at her.

I was amazed at her so unexpected response but she held my hand and squeezed it redolently.

“My pleasure, madam.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her heart pounding.

My eyes were piercing at her.

She too was hoping the waitress thinking we were a couple turned me on.

We ate our dessert in silence after the waitress’ remark.

The dessert was so cold and so delicious.

I watched Arzumand Jahāngīr eat it slowly as she licked her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips getting the entire flavor.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips were so full and pouty!

After we were finished with dinner, we decided to take a walk down tI busy street looking at the window displays as Arzumand Jahāngīr window-shopped.

I saw many people stare at us.

I had to admit that we did make a great looking couple.

The night was still young, but Arzumand Jahāngīr  and I  heard thunder up above.

“I didn’t hear that it was going to rain,” Arzumand Jahāngīr said frustrated somewhat.

I looked up feeling sprinkles of rain beginning to fall.

“I’m afraid so darling. Let’s get going back home. Maybe we can come downtown again later on this week.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr moaned like a spoiled little girl.

“Oh ok I guess so. I was just having so much fun Durgesh darling.”

I lightly put my hand on her back as we walked back to my car.

My touch, just this small light touch, was making Arzumand Jahāngīr feel warm inside.

We walked back to my car as the rain came down harder.

Luckily, we made it to the car without getting drenched.

Driving back home, the rain was pouring hard.

We ended up being stuck in a major traffic jam.

It seemed there was an accident up ahead and traffic was stopped.

“Oh great! Damnit! Now we are stuck here.” I groaned.

“Oh I’m sorry for all this Durgesh.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said apologizing.

I sighed looking at my maternal cousin.

Her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes were on me.

“Why are you apologizing? It’s this damn traffic.”

“Yeah but if it weren’t for me, we wouldn’t be in this traffic.”

I had a quick reflex and reached over to put my hand on Arzumand Jahāngīr’s knee.

“If it wasn’t for you, I’d be home alone, doing nothing. If it wasn’t for you, I’d be miserable right now.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her pulse racing as my hand laid on her knee.

She deliberately didn’t do anything to push it away.

She wanted it there, enjoying it very much.

SI began to hope that I’d move it up more.

I felt my hand warm as I had it on Arzumand Jahāngīr’s knee.

Her skin felt so soft.

I was tempted to move it up her dress.

I looked at Arzumand Jahāngīr as sI bit her lip as if she was waiting for the next move.

I slowly made tI bold move to slide my hand up her leg.

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her whole body fill with lust as my hand was riding up her leg.

My Hindu touch was incredible as I kept moving my hand up.

I smiled as my hand was now on Arzumand Jahāngīr ‘s smooth thigh.

Arzumand Jahāngīr voluntarily spread her legs to give me further access.

I couldn’t believe that I was touching my maternal cousin so erotically.

I could begin to feel the heat that lay between her creamy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān thighs.

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s breathing was getting heavy.

She’d never been more excited.

My hand was now creeping to her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān crotch as I gently began to rub it over her lacey panties.

I could feel her wetness as I rubbed her.

Arzumand Jahāngīr wanted to moan, but she was just in a state of shock of pure lust.

My fingers caressed her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot lightly rubbing up and down between her slick slit.

Arzumand Jahāngīr looked around and saw the traffic jammed street hoping no one she knew would be witnessing this beautiful deed.

She turned to look at me, noticing my Uncut Hindu Cock growing in my pants.

Arzumand Jahāngīr closed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes as I massaged her aching Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

“Mmmmm,” She found herself moaning softly.

I was astounded watching my little maternal cousin get turned on by my Hindu touch.

It was the most enjoyable traffic jam I could ever imagine.

I was weary about it, but I went ahead and pushed Arzumand Jahāngīr’s panties to the side to finally get a feel of her bare Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān flesh.

Her sweet little excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Arzumand Jahāngīr gasped as she felt me touch her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot skin to skin.

My touch was so wonderful.

She opened her legs a little bit more, letting me know that I had her.

I had her good.

She appreciated, rather loved my activities.

I could feel her shaved excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot as I rubbed it with my Hindu fingers.

Her juices were all over my hand.

I could feel them just oozing out with each stroke of my hand.

I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock wanting to just jump out of my pants as I started to slide a finger inside Arzumand Jahāngīr.

Oh her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot was so warm, so tight.

I watched her as she licked her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips, as she was lost in her enjoyment.

My finger was sliding in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān fuck hole.

She started to moan louder now as I began to finger her faster and inserted a second finger in her.

“Oh Durgesh . Durgesh , Durgesh , Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!  “She called out moaning as her little body squirmed in the passenger seat.

Arzumand Jahāngīr had never been finger fucked even by any man.

She had only masturbated herself so far.

She loved the way my fingers were jammed up her tight hole making it stretch open.

She couldn’t wait to know what my Uncut Hindu Cock would feel like inside her.

“Pull me on your lap. Replace your fingers with your Uncut Hindu Lund. Fuck me.” Arzumand Jahāngīr whispered.

I was startled,

“Arzumand Jahāngīr, we are in a traffic jam, not in our bedroom. So many persons are watching us.”

“Let them watch. I damn care now.”Arzumand Jahāngīr said in a husky voice, “I want to maintain my Live in Relationship with you, not with the bloody of them. Fuck me, I say. Act as if I’m your wife, suddenly gone ill. You are comforting me pulling me on your lap. None would have any objection to that. Fuck me you idiot. You’ve already wasted too much time. I’m waiting for it since I was legally adult.”


“Oh, I see it now. You never noticed. Did you?”

Chapter 9


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