Al Jihad Al Vaqār glanced about the spacious office once more.
Was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī shrewd enough to play all these games?
Was it possible he deliberately gave her his media empire?
His father, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, allowed him to have it for a trial year.
Now, his former wife, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was claiming it was her property.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār sighed.
In Delhi, Aap had gotten a landslide victory even on BJP.
INC was finished there altogether.
It couldn’t get even a single seat in 2015 Assembly Elections.
What did it mean?
The Anti- Hindu forces were winning again?
Was it the beginning of a Counter Revolution?
Against the ever first Psychological Revolution in the entire history of humankind?
It might be.
The Original ever first Psychological Revolution started with the demand of Midterm 2012.
It took two years to build up the required reality and to bring it up to the reality then.
And now the Counter Revolution?
Well, it isn’t so easy.
If they think they can do it so easily, they were living in fools’ paradise.
The most we need are anal rheostats to destroy the anti human desires.
They are also there.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār directed her sight toward her desk calendar.
She was ready to get going.
She had only one trial year.
“Be right in, Al Jihad Al Vaqār. We have everything set.”
Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān was carrying a handful of folders.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār motioned her friends and lieutenants to the rattan chairs across from her desk.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār felt comfortable with them.
Both of them were as creative as Al Jihad Al Vaqār herself was.
They were aggressive, daring, and filled with energy.
These were Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s confidants and her loyalists, and from now on, they would be properly rewarded
Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān indicated to the projector.
There was a running information,
“HVSI Times manages its subscription always on the top.”
Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān smiled at her, “I thought we should too adopt the procedure.”
“HVSI Times represents the revolutionaries that successfully ended the Scam era.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “We haven’t enough capital to compete with HVSI, No one has.”
“Sure, but it’s today. When HVSI started HVSI Times they didn’t have this capital.”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled.
HVSI Times was the dream newspaper.
It has survived the biggest threat of news TV channels.
It somehow always maintained to give something new to its readers the news TV channels couldn’t provide.
As soon as Al Jihad Al Vaqār got the media empire in settlement, she visited HVSI Times herself personally.
It was a multi-story building.
None knew how many stories it had.
They said it was an endless building.
No one believed it.
How a building could be endless.
It was certainly a publicity strategy.
It was the tallest building nevertheless.
The heart of the structure, the one that pumped activity into all the other stories was its Seventh floor.
Most of it was given over to the HVSI Times newsroom.
Its one portion was reserved for the publisher’s suite.
It consisted of the publisher’s main office, the office for my personal secretary and receptionist, a conference and electronic media room, two offices for the advertising director and her assistant, and glassed in cubicles for the managing editor and the assistant managing editor.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never changed anything.
He surrendered it to Al Jihad Al Vaqār as he did find it.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār, the temporary heir to the suite and to the building had made few personnel changes.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār retired Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s elderly female secretary on a generous pension and replaced her with her own secretary, Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ, a smart, brisk, thirtyish young woman with short-cropped dark hair and horn rimmed glasses.
Her ambitions were the driving force that would never let her stop anywhere.
Again, the difference in the intensity of their ambitions was the decisive factor.
Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ lacked it.
She stopped somewhat before getting resources she was after, while Al Jihad Al Vaqār didn’t deliberately.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār had more patience in the matter.
“Let’s start with the two of you. I’ve been giving it some thought. You will both be answerable only to me. Outside of general orders, everything I tell you will be kept in strictest confidence. Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān, this is a bigger job, much bigger than Special Projects. Your work will be greatly expanded, naturally, accordingly.”*
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās straddled me with her beautiful face towards me.
She was enjoying my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her comparatively immensely young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot once again.
I knew it would never be a once only phenomenon.
Once with Durgesh
All the rest is trash
The more aged I grew the crazier they were for me.
“I don’t want to burn my bridges, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said fucking my ever stout ever pleasure giving ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund wildly, “And why should I? Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has played with my beautiful body, even if in his own peculiar way. I couldn’t help that. My entire body was at his discretion. If instead of fucking me, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī enjoyed tongue fucking me more it wasn’t my fault. I am not responsible for it. He has to pay for my time I spent with him. It was precious.”
“Sure,” I agreed with Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās squeezing her excellent exquisite boobs and buttocks both.
My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was harder and harder now into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with her each aggressive thrust.
She was kissing me wildly.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was squeezing my entire ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund around its shaft.
“I’m really entitled to this alimony if you should warn Al Nādir Al Ghāzī that HVS Law Internationals were going to ask for an increase if he dragged me into court again. It would keep Al Nādir Al Ghāzī from making a move.”
I laughed cunningly.
“Done, however if all the alimony is going to cease in a few months, why not…”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said bitterly.
I smiled coldly.
“And you want me to engineer that deal for you. Is that it?”
“Well?” I asked.
“You think I’m terribly scheming and designing.”
“You are cautious. You are protecting your interests.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kept fucking me wildly.
“Priyavrat Chaturvedī wants to fix things so marrying him won’t entail a financial sacrifice on my part. Do you think I’m a gold digger?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kissed me gratefully as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund penetrated her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot entirely.
“Thank you,” she thanked me once again for letting her fuck me.
“Are you deceiving Priyavrat Chaturvedī for marrying him?”
“Certainly not,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said earnestly, “Priyavrat Chaturvedī knows each and everything of my previous marriages and my recent relationship with you too. I never play dirty with the persons who never play dirty with me.”
“Yet Priyavrat Chaturvedī wants to marry you?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled triumphantly.
“What do you think? Am I not that much beautiful?”
“You are too beautiful. Priyavrat Chaturvedī can do anything for you.”
“What do you mean?” I smiled cunningly.
“You won’t do anything for me, even if I keep fucking you?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās looked into my naughty eyes.
I winked at her.
“If you keep fucking me, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, I can do anything for you, myself, if it isn’t immoral and illegal.”
“Even if I’d be married to Priyavrat Chaturvedī?”
“That’s Priyavrat Chaturvedī’s problem, not mine.” I said gravely.*
There was a note on his table.
His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, had called him.
Everything has changed fast.
Narendr Modi was delivering fast what he had promised to the one hundred twenty five crore Indians.
His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, was worried as the other Congresspersons were.
INC couldn’t win even a single seat in 2015 Assembly Elections.
It was the absolute change in Time Dimension too.
It was Infinite BrāhmKalp now.
“I know. There was a note to the effect on my table.”
“You don’t understand Infinite BrāhmKalp, Muħammad Shakīl.”
“What do you mean?”
“Your Kħālāzād cousin, Ambikā Tripāŧhī, is no more interested in me.”
Muħammad Shakīl was startled.
He entered His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī’s Private Chamber.*
He never knew why.
Rām Shankar Chaturvedī was a Congressperson.
Imāmzādī Al Åārifah Al Muħammad retorted.
“You fool; do you want to make me responsible for what my Abbū did?”
“Certainly not, Ammī, certainly not.” Priyavrat Chaturvedī agreed, “Nevertheless, you can’t blame Pitājī too. He loved you very much. Nānājān was trying his best to convert Pitājī to Islam. Pitājī couldn’t infuriate Hindus by converting himself. He would have lost Hindu votes for himself and INC. INC never permitted him.”*
Despite his increasing age, his eyesight was still very good.
It wasn’t any rare thing now however.
They said it was Infinite BrāhmKalp now.
“The Bachhalyās were always the best about publicity. They always use superstitions of the people to spread white lies favorable to them.”
He straightened his cuffs, leaned back and said normally,
“Sit down, Priyavrat.”
“As always Ammī has reported you with heavy bias, Pitājī.”
“I doubted that myself. Yet, son, she is right in one thing. You should marry now.”
“What’s wrong in it if it happens?”
“Durgesh is immensely against Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act everywhere. Yet the entire Brāhmañ Brahmkanyā Brahmāñī Creations are passing it one by one. Durgesh can’t oppose Democracy. Therefore it doesn’t make any difference whether Durgesh is against it or not.”
He touched an inconspicuous contact switch and a section of the wall grew transparent.
“You are blundering in the same way, my son, the Brāhmañs of the ever first Satyug did.”
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
Assalāt Al Fajir got up in the middle of the night.
She had to use the bathroom, her bladder feeling quite full.
After relieving herself on the toilet, she felt thirsty and walked to the kitchen to get herself a soda.
As she passed my study, she thought she heard a noise inside.
She looked at the clock in the kitchen, two o’clock in the morning.
No way is Durgesh still up, maybe he fell asleep while watching TV in there, or something, she thought to herself.
She walked to the door intending to knock, then stopped….she didn’t want to wake her Ammī’s Live in Relationship Partner that harshly she thought.
She wrapped her hand gently around the door handle and softly opened it, to check to see if her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, was still inside.
Assalāt Al Fajir couldn’t understand why her Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, revolted against her Abbū.
Only because her Abbū, Salmān Waħīd, criticized Narendr Modi and BJP?
What she saw made her drop her hand from the door and gasp loudly as she took in the entire scene.
Assalāt Al Fajir stared ahead of her, and looked at her Ammī’s nude Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, as he pushed his Uncut Hindu Lund into her best friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s, twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Assalāt Al Fajir could not believe her own eyes.
Her best friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam, was lying on her back totally, entirely nude.
Her twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was enthusiastically swallowing Durgesh’s ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Assalāt Al Fajir was laughing proudly teasing her Ammī’s sixty-five years old Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.
She also noticed the computer screen and could make out that they were watching their own previous video of having sex.
Assalāt Al Fajir noticed that she thought her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, had …well… was rather large down there.
She had seen some sex Ed movies and pictures, and my seemed far bigger than those.
I was turned to the side, facing away from her and the door.
Assalāt Al Fajir thought I hadn’t seen her.
She knew it was wrong…but she had never had sex of any kind.
Well, at least with others…Assalāt Al Fajir knew what her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, was doing.
She knew it because of the sex class… but more so because she too used her fingers to get herself off almost every night.
She discovered just after puberty that her fingers down there could make her feel very nice.
However, Assalāt Al Fajir knew that her standing here was wrong…and she hadn’t knocked.
Her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, would be mad at her she knew.
However, she had never watched a man play with any woman before.
Assalāt Al Fajir really wanted to see what it was like.
Her eyes could hardly make out the video that was playing on the computer.
And even if she could, she was more into watching her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, and how his sixty-five years old Uncut Hindu Lund moved into her twenty eight years old friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
Assalāt Al Fajir started to get very hot down there and all over her body.
She started to feel her panties getting wet, as she watched her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, pushing his hard member into her best friend. Assalāt Al Fajir knew that if she got caught watching she would be in huge trouble…..and even bigger trouble with what she was thinking, but she had to do it.
Assalāt Al Fajir opened her pajama pants and held her panties open as she slid her other hand down to her privates… and slowly she started to rub herself…feeling her fingers start to get wet and sticky as her juices flooded out.
Assalāt Al Fajir heard her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, grunt and watched as he started moving his Uncut Hindu Lund faster into her…twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
That’s what the other girls at school called it. Assalāt Al Fajir then got really turned on and rubbed her wet slit even faster, now pushing her fingers inside herself and she could hear squishy noises coming from her rubbing…oohh she was getting close …she could feel it.
Assalāt Al Fajir thought her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, was too.
She heard me breathing heavy and grunting a lot. Assalāt Al Fajir then watched as her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh’s ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund slammed back into Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and held it there.
She watched my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund start to squirt and squirt….and squirt, all into Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Assalāt Al Fajir buried her fingers deep inside her now sopping slit and she felt herself reach the edge.
She was panting hard and moaned a few times.
“Huh….huhh…uumm…yesss.” Assalāt Al Fajir moaned out softly as she pushed herself over the edge and she started to see stars as she felt light headed.
She leaned against the doorway and waited for her head to clear.
When she refocused on her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, she saw that Al Kāynāt Al Islam was closing down the video window and reaching up to take the earphones off my head.
Assalāt Al Fajir panicked and quickly took her hand from her panties as she tried not to fall with her other hand.
She grabbed the door handle, quickly closed the door, hurried from the room and headed back to her bedroom.
Assalāt Al Fajir stopped and listened.
She didn’t hear any loud voices or movement. Assalāt Al Fajir sighed deeply, figuring she had gotten away unnoticed.
She entered her room and got back into bed…but found she could not sleep.
She lay there and absentmindedly started to rub her still sopping wet slit again as she pictured what had happened.
After I had succeeded in getting myself off twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend of Assalāt Al Fajir, and had turned off the music on the computer, I thought I had heard something and turned around after getting the earphones off of my head.
I saw the door was closed and no one was in the room behind.
“Must be my guilty conscience with me being “sinful”…Al Kāynāt Al Islam blackmailed me.” I smiled, glad my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, hadn’t opened the door without knocking.
I really needed to install a lock on that door I thought.
Assalāt Al Fajir’s young beautiful Musalmān lady friends were constantly fucking me this way or that.
“If you won’t fuck me, I’d make even Assalāt Al Fajir herself fuck you and make its video.” Al Kāynāt Al Islam had warned me aggressively.
“It’s not good, Al Kāynāt Al Islam.” I had said, “Your Ammī herself is my Live in Relationship Partner. You must understand I’m as if a father to you.”
“Nonsense, there’s a vast difference between a father and ‘as if a father’.”
I continued to fuck her more for a few minutes, but it was being past two in the morning.
Good thing tomorrow is Saturday…I can sleep late, I thought.
My Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, doesn’t hold with anymore, I thought.
I walked toward the door opened it and turned off the light in the study.
When I went to close the door using the knob on the other side I quickly pulled my hand back….it was wet.
I touched the handle, and it was wet.
I pulled my hand close to my nose, thinking maybe it was somehow old oil from the doorknob and smelled my hand.
Damn…I thought…it’s been awhile but I’ll be damned if that isn’t pussy cream I smell, I thought.
I leaned down and smelled of the handle.
I definitely smelled a woman’s juices on the handle.
“Now how in the hell…?” I started to say aloud to myself.
It had to have happened just a short time ago to still be wet.
I then gasped, I had heard someone at the door.
I had been caught, but if my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, had caught me then why hadn’t she railed at me…even at this time of night.
Then a thought hit me, maybe she was turned on by me, I grinned at the thought and had another.
Maybe she’s in bed right now….horny. I wondered if I should try and do anything about it. A short train of thought, even after getting off, the possible chance to getting some another beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot after this, made me instantly hard.
I quickly moved to our bedroom and went inside.
I climbed into the bed I still shared with my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī.
I wasn’t sure if she was asleep…maybe she had time to doze off since then I thought.
I moved close to my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, and snuggled her.
She was on her side away from me.
I started moving my hand over her butt, which were covered in panties.
Even after ‘finding’ her religion, Islam, she still only slept in panties and a nightshirt, hating getting tangled in the covers.
I only had to contend with her thin panty material.
As I moved my hand over her perfectly round, firm, young, plump, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt, I started to rub my way toward the top of her legs and rubbed with pressure over where her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot would be.
I felt her stir, and start to move.
I even heard her moan once.
I, thinking I was about to get lucky after at least nearly a year, pulled aside the panties, and rubbed my finger directly over Al Jihad Al Islam’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot mound.
Al Jihad Al Islam was having a strange dream.
Even after finding her calling, she still had the occasional sex dream.
When she had them she would often awake and pray for forgiveness, but there had been a few times they had been too strong and these were the times she had become weak.
She would awake Durgesh and have sex with me.
She would be mad at me after we finished, but even now, she loved sex when we had it, which made her even madder at herself and me.
Twice she had even awoken and finding me not in bed, once when I had a business trip, she had felt so needy that she had to use her fingers to satisfy her bestial urges. On the time, I had taken the trip she had even been so needful that night that she had needed more than her fingers, but having LONG ago rid herself of sinful sexual devices, she had wondered the house in longing.
In the kitchen, she had found a cucumber in the refrigerator, and rushed to the bedroom to satisfy those urges.
For many days, she prayed over that incident, as well as tossing the cucumber in the trash.
Therefore, it was now that she felt her body respond to her urges now.
I was starting to feel her body responding, as she was starting to get wet now.
Even though I was amazed she was still asleep having just gotten there, she was now moving her body slightly against my fingers.
I figured she must have wiped herself clean after leaving the study door, as she had not been wet when I got into bed.
Nevertheless, I knew she was wet now and felt as she opened up and two of my fingers started to slide into her Musalmān warmth.
I felt her start to move more, and knew she was waking.
She felt me bury my face into her, and pushed back as I started to penis her Islamically forbidden hole.
She felt quite wicked in the dream and started to feel my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund go deep, very deep into her…..then she awoke…too find someone’s fingers probing her now wet sin hole.
Gasping aloud, thinking it was myself from the dream; she twisted her head around and found her new Hindu husband’s face.
Al Jihad Al Islam smiled glad it was her husband, but feeling a pang of regret, it was not right according to Islam. Al Jihad Al Islam then realized the situation and started to get angry.
“Durgesh…what are you doing!” Al Jihad Al Islam said, her body still moving, pushing against her Hindu husband’s fingers.
I sunk my two fingers even deeper now with her body turned more toward me, sinking them to the hilt.
Al Jihad Al Islam moaned deeply feeling full for the first time in many months.
“Just finishing what we sort of started earlier.” I said as I used my other hand to lift her shirt… and quickly shot my head in and kissed one of her nipples with my mouth.
Again Al Jihad Al Islam moaned, even louder this time.
She felt every confused, having just awoken and her Hindu husband talking of starting earlier.
“Wha…what…are you…ummm…saying?” Al Jihad Al Islam asked between gasps of breath, her body now responding totally to my actions.
But part of her still wanted me to stop….it was wrong.
“Durgesh….uumm…Allah…oh god…you got to…sttooppp….this…ohh Allah…god…wrong!” she moaned out to me.
I knew she felt guilty whenever we still had sex but I, and I knew she was as well, too far gone to stop it from happening now.
“Mmm baby, you’re too wet to stop now…. but you should have asked me to do this before getting back in bed.” I said as I moved my other hand around and used it to start to rub her clit as I still finger fucked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot with the other.
Al Jihad Al Islam’s body shot up and then she flopped back to the bed, a small orgasm running through, but feeling strong due to being unused.
But she still felt confused the way I was talking, but figured she find out later.
For now her body had taken over the talking.
“Allah! Oh god, Durgesh…yes…fuck me darling…fuck my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.” Al Jihad Al Islam chanted out, knowing she would have to do penance later, but now….Allah, god, it felt so good.
I again kissed my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s nipple, and I bit it slightly, she used to like her nipples being bitten…it would drive her crazy.
I felt her hands encircle my head and almost suffocate me they held me down so hard.
I felt my finger being squeezed by her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and knew she was cumming….hard.
“Uhhh….Uhhhhh…UHHHH Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, MMMYY GGOOOODDD!” Al Jihad Al Islam screamed out to the heavens feeling lost in ecstasy, floating in heaven, for the first time in a long time.
When she came too, I had removed my fingers.
She weakly looked up and saw I had moved.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was now even with her bush Musalmān hair and even as she looked, I buried my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund into her.
“Ohhh yes Durgesh…yes….fuck me baby…Allah…yes….fuck me…fuck me with your ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund!” Al Jihad Al Islam moaned as she thrust her hips up to my Uncut Hindu Lund. After a minute, I lifted my head and looked at her.
“Here return the favor…” I said as I thrust my hips near her head, causing my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund to touch her cheek.
She shook her head no.
I moved my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund forward and Al Jihad Al Islam still having her mouth open, felt it slid into her lips slightly.
Her body responded and she wrapped her lips around the head of it and started sucking.
Part of her was saying this was wrong, but her body screamed for it all.
She sucked harder and soon bobbed her head down, taking most of me into and out of her mouth. I gave a wet grin as I felt my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s mouth now working my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Jihad Al Islam responded immediately by moaning around my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund and sucking on it harder, and I could now easily hear the slurping noises she was making.
I then again insert my Uncut Hindu Lund into my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī.
“Mmm…ooommhh… gggaawwddd!” She mouthed out around her full mouth as she came again.
I leaned up and gave her a wet grin as she continued to nurse on me.
“Alright Al Jihad Al Islam…let me loose so that I can really fill you up now.” I said expecting her to spit out my engorged member, and she did pull off of it, but she shook her head no.
“Huh huh….I want you to cream in my mouth…I’m…very hungry.” Al Jihad Al Islam said as she again swallowed my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and started sucking with much noise.
I was floored…never in the past had she eVER wanted to swallow my load.
The few times I had by accident she always spit it out, and here she was telling me to.
She must be crazy horny, I thought with a grin.
“Ok, Al Jihad Al Islam…mmm keep that up…and…uuh…you’ll be getting your wish….mmm Eīshān …soon.” I said as I surrendered to the feeling of my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s mouth around my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Jihad Al Islam bobbed her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head and slurped on My ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund, intensely wanting me to cum, to be nasty again like she used to be….more so even.
She wanted to take my Hindu cum, swallow it and savor it.
Al Jihad Al Islam not wanting to wait any longer for her treat moved her hand down.
I, feeling very close, was brought over the edge at my otherwise cold wife’s nastiness.
I thrust my hips causing my orgasm to be even stronger.
I thrust hard against my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s mouth and felt my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund buried deep into her throat as my Hindu cum boiled forth and started painting her tonsils.
Al Jihad Al Islam pulled back and held just the head inside her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, tonguing it as she felt My Hindu cream flowing and shooting past her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue.
She felt a spurt of my Hindu juice and a pulsing of my ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I felt as if I was a puppet, with my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī, pulling the string.
I had no control over my orgasm now as she used her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth to bring more my Hindu cum then I ever thought I had.
Her Ammī said on the mobile,
“I don’t care how you do it, just try and find out.”
She had phoned saying she had a delicate matter to discuss, and wanted a favor.
This was the favor:
She was concerned that her little brother, Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb, might be gay, or at least unsure of his sexuality.
She had been concerned at some of the friends he was starting to hang around with, some of the clothes he had started to wear, and some of the things he had started to say.
She was wondering, since Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb and Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm used to be close – well certainly the closest of her five offspring – whether Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb could come and stay with Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and her Hindu husband, Durgesh, during the February school break.
Just for a week, during which Time Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm could perhaps have a chat and find out what was going on in his head.
“Talk, or whatever. Whatever you need to do. However, you do it.”
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm agreed, against her better judgment.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm was twenty eight years old.
Married to me, sixty five, for four years, despite the tremendous opposition of her entire family.
Lived about ten miles from her parents and Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm had three older sisters.
Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb was the youngest, and was ten years her junior.
He was the surprise, the unexpected child.
They were not sure her parents planned to have anymore after Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm.
Anyway, as Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and her siblings were nearest in age Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and her siblings got on well as kids.
While her sisters were out partying and meeting Hindu boys, Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and her siblings learned how to change nappies and bath babies.
Again Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and her siblings lost interest by the Time Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm was fourteen.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and her siblings worked part Time.
I worked full Time for sexual social services.
Everyone insisted persistently I shouldn’t ever change it, including the learned, highly educated and absolutely unbiased humanist Musalmīn even that actually wanted to cure Ummat-e-Muslimah from sexual and other abuses as Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam himself did.
They argued none else was as capable and as unbiased in this matter, as I was.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and her siblings liked her job.
Her co-workers were fun and Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm had to admit to enjoying looking at some of the fit young female students.
I was her one and only, in every sense.
She never enjoyed even looking anyone else!*
Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb arrived on Sunday afternoon.
She last saw him at Eīdul Fitr, he seemed well.
They used to be close but Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm didn’t know him that well.
They didn’t talk much and usually when they did, it was at family gathering.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm didn’t get the chance to really talk to him.
He always seemed a bit quiet, pre occupied.
A bit of a peripheral figure.
He settled in, they showed him his room.
He quietly found an armchair to make his base for the week.
He read a lot – something Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm didn’t know.
Sunday passed uneventfully, as did Monday.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and I go to work.
Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb just hung around at home.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm come back from work about 2pm, and we just watched TV, or read.
I told all this was quite funny.
When Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm told me, straddling and fucking me, her Ammī’s request, I just raised my eyebrows.
“That’s your Ammī all over,” I said gravely.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm raised her eyebrows, but I didn’t extend what I already had said of her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān Ammī.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm doubted her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān Ammī was too having a wild animal extramarital affair with me, as most of her beautiful Musalmān lady friends did.
Yet, Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm never liked they never needed it.
It was only their ever irresponsible sexual adventure that they wanted to keep enjoying.
On Monday night, we went to bed, leaving Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb downstairs watching TV.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm awoke about two hours later, just hearing the TV still on.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm got up and crept downstairs.
The TV was on, football showing, but Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb was asleep on the sofa.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm switched off the TV, shook him awake and led him to his bedroom.
This part of our immensely large house was compact, box shaped, two bedrooms and a small garden.
Downstairs you come in the front door, immediately left is a toilet. Through the small hall to an open plan kitchen, diner, living room and then French windows leading to the garden.
From the hall is a winding staircase up to the landing.
A bathroom, a store cupboard and the two bedrooms.
Tuesday followed a similar pattern to Monday.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm got home about 2 pm.
Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb was out, leaving a note saying he had gone for a walk to explore the neighborhood.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm was quite pleased that he wasn’t just sitting around all day, but making the effort to get out.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm decided she must take him out for lunch one day.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm didn’t start work till noon on Wednesday or Friday, and was off on Thursday.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm went upstairs to her bedroom.
She removed her work uniform and went to have a shower.
Just as Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm came out the shower, the doorbell rang.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and her siblings wrapped a towel around herself and went downstairs.
It was Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb.
“Sorry Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm, I forgot her key,” he said.
“Don’t worry,” Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm smiled. “It’s all right.”
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm went back upstairs to dress.
When I came in we had dinner, then I asked Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb if he would like to come along to the pool club with me.
Great idea Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm thought.
It would be good for them to bond a bit.
Maybe I could get some damn clue to save Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm having to solve her Ammī’s ‘problem’.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm had to admit Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm had almost forgotten the reason Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb was there.
Even though he was still quiet, Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and I were enjoying him being here.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm couldn’t explain it but Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm thought he was enjoying it too.
Ammī could be quite domineering at Times.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm just couldn’t see how Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and I were going to tackle THE subject.
That night in bed, Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm asked me if I had approached her Ammī’s topic.
“No,” I said abruptly. ” Poor lad, just needs to be left alone I reckon.”
“I do agree, but……”.
“I know I know, your Ammī won’t let it rest.”
“What are you gonna do then?” Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm asked me.
“Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm, I don’t know.”
“You could ask him outright.”
‘I’m not sure, that will probably piss him off.”
“What then? We both fuck around in front of him and see his reaction to it.” I teased Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm.
She didn’t get my point.
“Yeah right.” Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm beamed, “Why didn’t you go into his room naked one night and see if it gets him greedy for your Uncut Hindu Lund ?”
I looked at her,
“Nonsense, I don’t want to fuck any Musalmān in his ass. I’m not Shankar Mahāpralayankar, neither Rājesh Rājpūt. I never lack beautiful Musalmān houseladies and Musalmān Beauties to satisfy myself sexually.”
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm smiled at me, teasing me,
“Shankar Mahāpralayankar says even a Musalmān’s ass works as an anal rheostat when a Stavak Shaktimān Uncut Hindu Lund penetrates it.”*
Al Åābidah Al Sultān didn’t know why she did it.
She guessed she just wasn’t thinking.
She did it unknowingly.
It was either her increased Bhogchakr to her ultimate status, an Ummil åālmīn, or my increased Bhogyantrānk that provided her immense Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty to let me enjoy her sexually.
I didn’t want to, if it were the second case.
Her husband was one of my Musalmān stepsons and I wanted to keep my Musalmān stepsons’ faith in me too.
Indian National Congress and the other pseudo secular anti Hindus were tremendously defeated in the recent Loksabhā Elections in 2014.
The Time Cycle of Midterm 2012 had resulted ultimately into complete destruction of the anti Hindus and pseudo seculars.
Even the Pseudo Musalmīn were returning to their pre 1857 attitude.
Perhaps even to more.
1857 didn’t have absolute Hindu leadership.
Now, it was too there.
I wanted the return of the faith of even Pseudo Musalmīn in Hindu leadership forever.
The British rule after 1857 had tried to destroy it their best.
It even succeeded even in dividing India and keeping Pakistan against India deliberately, determinedly and adamantly.
Previous Indian National Congress government of India stupidly let it happen.
Now an NDA, a BJP government actually, with complete majority, had come into power.
The Hindus must show their real big heartedness to not only to Musalmīn but to every minority even.
It would prove their unique competence to lead and make the world better constantly nonstop forever.
It was an opportunity for Hindus to prove the anti Hindu pseudo seculars wrong forever.
HVSI had brought it laboriously gradually eventually ultimately in two years approximately.
Now it was the time to act intellectually.
Hindus could retain their victory by acting intellectually winning the confidence and faith of the minorities forever and prove the anti Hindu pseudo seculars wrong forever.*
Farīdah Imām and I were looking into one another’s eyes very passionately.
Her beautiful nude Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs were around my nude Hindu male waist.
I was playing with her gorgeous ardent Musalmān buttocks.
“We can do now more than we did when Hindutv was not in power in India.” Farīdah Imām smiled.
“Let’s Narendr Modi start with Nawaz Sharif, Åbdullah Yāmīn, Ħāmid Karzaī etcetera affably. The region should come under peace once more.”
Al Farīdah Al Imām squeezed her vaginal muscles around my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Don’t you think the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists can try to destroy the glamour of the occasion?”
I felt the immense sexual bliss around my penis.
Al Farīdah Al Imām was expert in pleasuring me now tremendously.
Why couldn’t she?
She never married Nazīr Aħmad for him or herself even.
Moreover, she had expressed to everyone that actually she loved me, not Nazīr Aħmad extremely boldly.
If they didn’t like it, they should have objected at the very time when Al Farīdah Al Imām managed to sit on my lap openly for more than fifteen minutes even.
Yet, Saåīdah Anwar, Rashīd Aħmad, Nazīr Aħmad, no one objected then.*
We started with a run on our two treadmills.
Al Maimūnah Al kħālid’s industrial-strength sports bra didn’t completely restrain the bounce of her D-cup ardent Musalmān boobs.
She I loved me to watch them.
It was infuriating to her that I didn’t seem to notice.
Al Maimūnah Al kħālid’s big ardent Musalmān tits were a present from Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, Al Maimūnah Al kħālid’s husband, for her thirtieth birthday.
She told him she didn’t want to go through her whole life with tiny A-cup boobs, and he was happy to pay for an ardent Musalmān boobs job.
At the time she was also becoming overweight, as thirty-year-old women generally tend to, if she doesn’t care especially.
She joined me in my morning workouts.
She said I was her inspiration.
Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, Al Maimūnah Al kħālid’s husband, laughed on it.
“Okay, but I won’t guarantee you won’t fall in love with Dad. They call him Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.”
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid felt her loyalty to her husband, her shauharparasī and her Īmān, both insulted.
As soon as Narendr Modī assumed office as the new Prime Minister Of India, Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, Al Maimūnah Al kħālid’s husband, had started taunting her more.
No doubt, being thirty, a Jet Musalmān Beauty, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid appreciated Narendr Modī very much.
But she wasn’t alone even in the Musalmān youth.
Four years of workouts sculpted Al Maimūnah Al kħālid into a sleek and strong specimen of feminine perfection with platinum blonde hair.
34D-24-34. 5’6″ tall.
Perky round luscious utmost voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt.
Perky round proud ever erect excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tits were high and firm, not that there’s anything wrong with that.
She closely resembled Nigār Sultānah, a heroine of yesteryears.
Google her and you’ll get the idea.
After running on the treadmills, we lifted free weights then finished with thirty minutes of yoga.
The yoga was Al Maimūnah Al Khalid’s idea.
I went along with it because it kept me flexible and it’s entertaining to watch her contort herself into all those poses.
When we were done, we cooled down for a few minutes on an old sofa in the basement.
“So, how are classes going?” I asked.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid was a college freshman at age 34.
She didn’t go to college at the normal age because she had her daughter to take care of.
My stepson, Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid’s husband, knocked her up when she was only 16 and he was 20.
Her daughter, Al Jihād fil Islam, was eighteen now and a senior in high school.
Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid’s husband, didn’t mind Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid going to college.
It amused him in fact.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid was kind of a bubble-headed blonde.
Not exactly the academic type.
Neither Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid’s husband, nor I could picture Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid in a college classroom, but she wanted it so we supported her 100%.
She was a great person despite being a bit ditzy.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid inherited money from her wealthy family, but Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid’s husband, was a banker and could afford to support them without dipping into Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid’s funds.
They had a good, prosperous life in Memphis, Tennessee.
Anyway, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid’s face lit up and she replied, “College is great, Durgesh. I’m having so much fun!”
“Good. You’re fitting in?” I asked.
She had been worried about fitting in with the other college freshmen because she was so much older.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid giggled.
“Yep. I told them I’m 22 and they believe me! They think your old Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid is barely older than you are! Not bad, huh?”
I wasn’t really surprised.
She had a young-looking cute face with high cheekbones and dimples, and her body was probably the envy of every girl in her classroom.
“It’s because you keep yourself in great shape,” I complimented her.
“And I have you to thank for that, honey. You’re my inspiration,” she replied and kissed me on the cheek. “I wish your stepson, Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, my husband, would work out with us.”
Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid’s husband, was a little older than Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid, 40, exactly 25 years younger than me.
Yet he was overweight.
He never paid attention to keep himself fittest as we both did.
I never left my Stavans, Mandrs, and Satrs.
Similarly, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid never missed her Panjvaqtah Namāz.
Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd too never missed his Salawāt yet, he wasn’t fit nevertheless.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid teased her husband,
“Salawāt keep us Musalmān womankind fittest. You mankind need something more. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā reincarnated says, if Taħannus, Stavan, Meditation, isn’t added, Salawāt actually femalize Musalmīn.”
“Nonsense, damn your Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and yourself too. Allah Allah. And you call her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā reincarnated? You are crazy. Lāhaul vilā qūvat.”
As a loan officer at the bank, he spent too much time sitting behind a desk.
“Good luck getting him to exercise,” I said.
Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid’s husband, was a sedentary, inactive, sitting, kind of guy.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid sighed.
“I know, but I worry about his health.”
Then she brightened up and added,
“Speaking of your ever incompetent stepson Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, my ever imperfect husband, a funny thing happened yesterday.”
“What?” I smiled.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid giggled.
“I told Al Ůzrah Al Vaqār that you’re my husband,” she said.
Al Ůzrah Al Vaqār was Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid’s best friend at college.
“What?! Why would you do that?”
“I didn’t mean to. It was an accident,” she replied and giggled again. “Al Ůzrah Al Vaqār knows I’m married, and when she saw your photo on my phone, she assumed that you’re my husband.”
“Why didn’t you correct her?” I asked.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid looked at me as if I was a dunce.
“Your ever incompetent stepson, Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid’s husband, isn’t very believable as the husband of a young college girl, Durgesh!”
That was true.
40-year-old overweight men with receding hairlines rarely are married to college freshmen.
“So you let her think your sixty five years old Hindu father in law is your husband?” I asked incredulously.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid grinned and nodded.
“Isn’t it brilliant? It really helps me fit in. Al Ůzrah Al Vaqār thinks you’re hot, by the way. She thinks you aren’t thirty five even.”
“Is she hot? You could set me up on a date with her,” I kidded.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid frowned.
“You’re supposed to be my husband, Durgesh.”
“Oh yeah,” I chuckled.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid seemed to be annoyed with my joke, but a couple minutes later she hesitantly said,
“Al Ůzrah Al Vaqār invited us to go to spring break with her and her boyfriend Shankar Mahāpralayankar.”
My jaw dropped. “What? You and me? Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid, I can’t go to spring break with you.”
She pouted and whined, “Why not? I really really want to go. I won’t embarrass you, I promise.”
“No, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid. It’s too weird.”
“Please?” she begged. “I never got to do stuff like this when I was your age.”
She left it unspoken that she didn’t do stuff like that because she was taking care of her daughter.
Was it a sin that, she must not get it even now, if she could get it?
I felt the weight of guilt crushing me.
Maybe this wasn’t too much to ask.
Going on a vacation with her wasn’t too weird, was it?
Moreover, it would make her happy.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid deserved to be happy.
“Okay,” I agreed.
I was sure I’d regret it otherwise.
I never wanted to regret ever for anything whatsoever if it could be avoided somehow.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid squealed with delight and jumped into my arms.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You’re the ever best father in law, Durgesh!” She kissed me on both cheeks and the tip of my nose.
“Don’t you mean best husband?” I teased.
“Yes. Best spring break Hindu hubby.” She kissed the tip of my nose again.
“Has Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, your husband, agreed to this trip?”
“Not yet. I was hoping you’d help me convince him tonight.”
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Muhammad Zahīr hadn’t another alternative.
Until now, it was okay.
Now what the hell could he do?
How the hell could he convince Durgesh to fuck his daughter in law, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad?
He remembered his past.
Being three years older than me, Muhammad Zahīr was born in 1946.
Durgesh always teased him that he was born a slave.
“I will fight the election only if I get ticket from BJP.”Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad said gravely.
Muħammad Aqīl laughed.
“She is crazy, Abbū. She knows she can’t win.”
“BJP isn’t coming into power, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.” Muhammad Zahīr said patiently.
“I am not claiming that BJP would alone come into power.” Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad smiled, “I am talking of NDA.”
“And what about IAC, India Against Corruption?”*
Muħammad Aqīl smiled.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was twenty-eight only, yet she had joined Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad recently.
His Ammī, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī, was furious.
She never wanted her daughter in law to compete with her in politics.
Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī had successfully defeated her husband, Muhammad Zahīr, usually.
“You are a damn fool, Muhammad Zahīr.” Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī used to smile at him, “You could never understand the so called Indian National Congress has always cheated not only us Musalmīn, it has cheated all of us Indians too.”
“I do agree with Ammījān.” Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad interfered entering there.
Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī was an ultramodern Musalmān Beauty, a PhD in ‘Modern Musalmān Women’.
Yet, she never supported Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad’s social and political emancipation.
She wanted her to live in the house at least in the thoroughly orthodox traditional way.
Moreover, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī was very strict in the matter.
She never allowed Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, her Bahū Begum, her daughter in law, to wear ultramodern dresses in the house.
After all, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī was the Lady of the House.
She was a multi millionaire.
Muhammad Zahīr was only a millionaire.
He was actually a retired government official.
Even his million was inherited by him, from his Abbū.*
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad’s sex life was more or less satisfactory.
Muhammad Aqīl used to be out of home on business tours and Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad used to be alone very often.
He was also not so strict and had granted Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad freedom.
As her mother in law also had sex with Durgesh openly, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad could experience some sort of freedom.
There were only Muhammad Aqīl, her daughter, her father in law, Muhammad Zahīr, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad and I living together.
Her mother in law Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī was interested in active politics.
As she went away to campaign for her Parliamentary seat in the sudden Midterm 2012, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was the only lady in the house and had no one to comment on her.
Then Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad brought changes on her especially in her dressing.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad loved wearing saree but not covering all her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body parts.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad started wearing sexy and transparent sarees that Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was forbidden before wearing it.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad bought sexy blouses having strings at back that exposed her backs.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad loved wearing saree below navel.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had sexy, deep and round navel.
Her belly was flat so her navel and belly looked sexy.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad loved to expose her belly.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had bouncing proud Musalmān boobs and she had noticed men staring at it.
Yet while going out, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad normally wore Shalwār qamīz and simple sarees not that exposing.
While at home, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad loved to wear sexy sarees.
As Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad wanted to make her sex life with Muhammad Aqīl interesting, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad tried to attract him towards her.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad wore sarees in sexy manner but he didn’t show much interest.
Muħammad Aqīl was more interested in business than he was interested in sex with his immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
Consequently, to her extremely pleasant surprise, instead of Muħammad Aqīl, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad suddenly found, that I was being attracted towards her.*
Kħālidah Ashraf was pleasantly surprised when she saw Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.
“Well, well, well.” Kħālidah Ashraf said, “What a pleasant surprise. I thought you were too angry with me to see me again.”
“Nonsense,” Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad smiled, “Where’s Wasīm Kħālidah Ashraf?”
Kħālidah Ashraf looked at Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.
“As if you really don’t know.” her voice was bitter somewhat, “I have seen you with him.”
“Well, I saw Wasīm Kħālidah Ashraf with Durgesh. I was surprised. Nadīm told me Wasīm Kħālidah Ashraf is not as friendly with him anymore as he was once.”
“You have forgiven Durgesh?” Kħālidah Ashraf watched Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad scrutinizing her.
“For what he did with my Ammī, Ibādat Saiyad Åbbās? Never. How the hell can I?”*
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled patiently.
“And, exactly what did Durgesh do with your Ammī, Ibādat Saiyad Åbbās? Will you kindly bother to tell me?”
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad whirled to Kħālidah Ashraf.
“You never told me, Kħālidah, that Kħadījah Muħammad Ammī is also here?”
Kħadījah Muħammad kept smiling.
“Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, Act rationally. Don’t be obsessed with your blind, illogical, irrational and entirely unjustified emotions.”
“Kħadījah Muħammad Ammī, please,” Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad said suppressing her wrath somewhat; “I don’t want to dishonor you ever in my violent dreams even. I respect you very much.”
“Why?” Kħadījah Muħammad asked still patiently.
She had vowed to herself to be patient in the matter, no matter how unjustified my Musalmān beloveds act.
She knew almost every one of them wanted to revenge me.
I never told them I’d marry every one of them.
How could I?
I was always honest and sincere to them.
I told them honestly I would not marry them since it would be illegal.
I had a mission of my life.
I couldn’t afford to be illegal ever.
Nevertheless, they wanted me then on any cost whatsoever.
Now, they are trying to revenge me for what was their own mistake, their own illogical, irrational, emotional dreams.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad controlled herself.
“What do you mean ‘why’?”
“Why do you respect me?” Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“Well,” Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad tried to maintain her composure, “You love Durgesh unconditionally.”
“Love never imposes any condition, my child.” Kħadījah Muħammad smiled gracefully, “Love isn’t a business. Durgesh never promised me that he would marry me. In fact, Durgesh not even said to me that he loved me.”
“But he let you rape him, didn’t he?”*