The Oath : 1

The Oath   


Chapter 1

Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm

, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās

Al Faisal Al Qāsim

Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm didn’t put her palm on Al Qur’an Al Karīm.

She never took the oath she promised her husband she would take if his Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, would do the same first.

There was no doubt that Al Faisal Al Qāsim loved Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm very much.

Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm was never wrong in having faith in her husband.

I appreciated Al Faisal Al Qāsim that despite he believed his

Jannat was below the feet of his Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, he never believed her blindly.

He was brave enough to ask his Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, even to take the oath of Al Qur’an Al Karīm.

Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm could not believe ever that Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās could go to the extent to take the false oath even when her palm was on Al Qur’an Al Karīm.

How wrong Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm was in understanding her own present society.

It wasn’t as Islamic as she thought it was.

As the other societies were, the present day Islamic Society was also a mixed society.

It too contained the persons as high in character as Imām Muħammad Ħasan who never stopped dreaming to be the Mustafā Kemal Ataturk of the entire Islamic world.

Yet it contained Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās too who lied entirely white that she never sent Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm in my bedroom when I was fucking there her friend, Annafīsah Assalmān.

“I won’t take the oath.” Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm told Al Faisal Al Qāsim.

Al Faisal Al Qāsim was dumbfounded.

It was natural.

Who the hell could believe his own wife could betray him in such a way in front of his family?

Didn’t he love her as much as he didn’t believe even his Tahajjudguzār Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās?

He never cared even a bit that even his Abbū, Al Qāsim Al Åbbās, had forgiven his wife, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, for what she had done to him, and was still doing.

He bravely challenged his Ammī to take the oath that Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm was lying.

Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās never sent Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm deliberately in the room where I was fucking Annafīsah Assalmān.

Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās had smiled in her heart on the stupidity of her foolish son.

Al Faisal Al Qāsim was as foolish as her damnfool father, Al Qāsim Al Åbbās, was.

Al Qāsim Al Åbbās couldn’t divorcé Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās even while he himself caught her red handed fucking me.

Was it because Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās was as beautiful as he was obsessed with her dazzling Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān beauty so much?

Al Faisal Al Qāsim had inherited the same stupidity from his father?

Well, let him.

Till the Musalmīn are as stupid as Al Faisal Al Qāsim and his father, Al Qāsim Al Åbbās, are, the evershrewd beautiful Musalmān houseladies, as Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, were, could easily keep on their false respect everywhere in the so called Islamic Society.

It never investigates the truth.

It always has faith in ostensibles.

Al Faisal Al Qāsim had told Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm that he had promised his Ammī to divorce Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm if his Ammī would meet her challenge and Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm wouldn’t.

Nevertheless, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm never believed it.

Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm believed Al Faisal Al Qāsim loved her as much as he would never divorce her despite Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm would never meet the challenge of his Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās.

Al Faisal Al Qāsim loved Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm very much, no doubt, but he loved and respected his Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, as well.

And why the hell shouldn’t he?

Should he love his wife even more than he loved his Ammī?

What did Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm want?

Al Faisal Al Qāsim should never believe his Ammī, even if Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās took oath on Al Qur’an Al Karīm?

He should believe his wife, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm, despite it would be the utter degradation and immense humiliation of his Ammī despite she met his challenge bravely and his wife didn’t?

He divorced Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm.

He had to.

It was his promise to Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, his Ammī.

Yes, he loved his wife, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm, very much, but should he sacrifice even his Jannat for it?

Jannat doesn’t lie below the feet of one’s wife.

It is below the feet of one’s Ammī only.

Of course, Al Faisal Al Qāsim had his world in his love, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm.

Yet, a Muslim couldn’t, and never shouldn’t sacrifice his Īmān for anything whatsoever it might be.

Jannat is what both Al Faisal Al Qāsim and Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm never sacrifice.

Īmān is what both Al Faisal Al Qāsim and Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm never sacrifice.

Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās smiled triumphantly.

She wanted to get rid of Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm.

She did.

Al Qāsim Al Åbbās was very proud of his family.

He wanted to keep it joint.

One of his brothers was still living with them.

She let him.

He and his wife both respected Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās very much.

Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās never wanted to let Al Qāsim Al Åbbās keep his family joint.

Yet, she allowed the ever-stupid Al Farīd Al Åbbās and his wife to live with them.

Their twenty-eight years old young beautiful daughter, Al Åādilah Al Farīd Al Åbbās, was Durgesh’s live in relationship partner already.

She always respected Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās despite the fact that she knew Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās had successfully cuckolded her husband.

Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās saw how shrewd her husband’s younger brother’s daughter, Al Åādilah Al Farīd Al Åbbās, was.

She investigated it and found out it was due to Durgesh, not due to Al Farīd Al Åbbās or his wife, Al Jamāl Al Islam.

She blackmailed Al Åādilah Al Farīd Al Åbbās to make Durgesh to fuck Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās too.

I obliged Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās.

Despite the fact that she wasn’t a good woman, I fucked her.

Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat.

Imām Nārīm Sukr’té dadhāt.

I had to improve her now.

It was a great tragedy of almost entire women that when their son reached adulthood, they were afraid of their potential daughter in law.

They could never understand they had another role in their son’s life.

Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm should have counter attacked her mother in law, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās.

It was the only way to win her husband, Al Faisal Al Qāsim, back.

“Why didn’t you do it, you foolish girl?” I asked her fucking her girlfriends one by one.

Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm looked at me gravely,

“Are you sympathizing with me, Hindu Albuåūlatul Muslimāt?”

“I sympathies with every beautiful Musalmān houselady that either doesn’t have brain, or has it but doesn’t use for getting benefits for herself.”

“I would never take any advice from you. You want to fuck me too now.”

I smiled.

“You stupid girl, you didn’t leave any option for your excellent husband.”

“If he were actually excellent, he would never have divorced me.”

“Had not he warned you to divorce if you wouldn’t take the oath on Al Qur’an Al Karīm?”

“Sure, but I thought Tāī Ammī would never go to the extent.”

“I don’t think you understand your present Islamic Society very well.” I said gravely, “Your Tāī Ammī is a very intelligent person that understands your present Islamic Society very well.”

“She is a liar.”

“Yes, but she succeeded in proving herself innocent because you retreated from your jihad against her.”

“I’m not interested in any jihad against anyone.”

“That’s the worst decision you ever took suicidal to you.” One of her closest friends, Al Busharah Arraħmān, smiled straddling me, “My mother in law did the same trick with me…”

“I know,” Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm interrupted Al Busharah Arraħmān, “You took the oath yourself too.”

“Why shouldn’t have I?” Al Busharah Arraħmān took my Penis between her forefinger and thumb, positioned it between her labial lips and thrust.

My Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund vanished into her twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot entirely in her very first shot.

“You cuckolded your husband, Al Busharah Arraħmān,” Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm said scornfully, “I’d never.”

“That’s why you are divorced, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm,” Al Busharah Arraħmān laughed fucking me vigorously, “Isn’t it better to cuckold your ever stupid Musalmān husband, instead of being divorced by him?”

“I don’t think so.” Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm said curtly.

“Nothing can be done of you ever unrealistic foolishly moral Musalmān houseladies even if you are immensely beautiful.” Al Busharah Arraħmān looked gravely at her closest friend, “Your mother in law took false oath, and she has lost nothing. You foolishly didn’t take even the true oath and lost your husband forever. My mother in law took false oath that she never sent me in Durgesh’s bedroom where Durgesh was already fucking her friend, Annavīdah Al Vaqār…”

“Allah,” Al Busharah Arraħmān was dumbfounded, “Tāī Ammī sent me here to take her mobile,”

Annavīdah Al Vaqār smiled at Al Busharah Arraħmān.

She neither freezed nor was ashamed of herself even a bit.

“Take it, your Tāī Ammī deliberately left her mobile on that table.”*

Al Qāsim Al Åbbās was startled.

“What? You still don’t believe that your wife is not faithful to you? Despite the fact that your Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, my innocent wife, took the oath on Al Qur’an Al Karīm itself?”

“Is your wife, my Ammī, is faithful to you?” Al Faisal Al Qāsim asked Al Qāsim Al Åbbās patiently, “Despite it, have you divorced her? No! My wife, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm, is innocent. Yet, I’ve divorced her. Only because I’d promised to divorce her to my Ammī, your ever dominant wife on you.”

Al Qāsim Al Åbbās could never imagine his son would talk with him ever in this way.

Why the hell Al Faisal Al Qāsim doesn’t believe his own Ammī, despite the fact that she had taken the oath on Al Qur’an Al Karīm even before their entire family, and Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm didn’t?

Was it because he had himself seen his Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, herself, fucking Durgesh astride on him?

Does Al Faisal Al Qāsim argue that Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās doesn’t have any moral right to discuss his wife’s character?

“You are forgetting that when Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās was fucking Durgesh, I myself was present there.” Al Qāsim Al Åbbās said gravely.

“Never. That’s the point, instead. Ammī was enjoying very much what she was doing with you. She was humiliating you, degrading you. Yet, you have forgiven her. My wife never degraded me, never humiliated me, yet the entire family asked me to divorce her. Why?”

“Because Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās fucks Durgesh for me, with my permission, in my very presence. Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm didn’t do it for you, with your permission, in your presence.”

“I still don’t believe Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm did it.” Al Faisal Al Qāsim said gravely, “She didn’t take oath because she understood why I was doing it and she cooperated with me.”

“I see. You are blindly obsessed with her enormous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty.”

“Aren’t you too?”

“Yes, I am.” Al Qāsim Al Åbbās thundered at his son, “Nāmurād, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās is doing it for me. I am grateful to her and you must also be, if you are really my son.”

“You doubt it, don’t you?”

Al Faisal Al Qāsim!!!” Al Qāsim Al Åbbās shouted at him.

“Who do you think my real father is? Durgesh himself?”

“Get out. Leave my house, at once!”

“Sure, that’s why I did what I did. I am leaving this house for ever. That’s why I paid my debt to my parents.”


“Sure, what the hell else was I doing when I agreed with Ammī to divorce Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm if she took oath and Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm wouldn’t? I was paying the debt of her Milk.”*

Chapter 2


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 3

Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb

Durgesh Al Jalāl Al Tayyab

Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb controlled himself.
“I’ve got to know whether or not Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was here talking with you.”
I smiled.
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb’s impatience dropped from my calm manner as easily as butter slips from a hot knife.
“Let’s not have any misunderstanding. Do you know Miss Al Hilāl Al Tayyab personally?”
“Of course I do. What do you think I’m worried about a person whom I don’t know personally even?”
“Yet she doesn’t want you to know of her whereabouts?” I smiled sarcastically.
“Mr. Durgesh, I can’t allow her to destroy herself.”
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb remained standing by the window.
His face showed that he was laboring under a great strain.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said he was himself a millionaire therefore he wasn’t interested in her multi millions.
“You can’t talk that way to me.” He said.
“I have already talked that way to you, Mr. Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb.” I said sweetly.
“Nevertheless, you can’t do it.”
“Why not?”
“It would be all right to talk that way to a stranger, Mr. Durgesh, but I’m not a stranger to Al Hilāl Al Tayyab. I’m close to her. You don’t know she was ready to marry Muħammad the gay.”
“That’s right. He is already married. Yet, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab wanted to marry him only because she wanted to cuckold him. I offered myself to her.”
I was dumbfounded.
“To be cuckolded?”
“To be cuckolded.”
“You love her that much?”
“I love her more than my life.”
“I see.”
“Don’t you know Al Hilāl Al Tayyab is an ardent utmost active member of Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?”
“Her Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, was an ardent follower of Imām Muħammad Ħasan.”
“Imām Muħammad Ħasan does not want to cuckold anyone.” I said curtly, “He is a great man. He established Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Clubs with the help of ever anti Hindu Westerners.”
“Every Westerner isn’t anti Hindu.” Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb contradicted me immediately with blunt response.
I smiled patiently.
“I never said that. Did I?”
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb watched me scrutinizing.
He didn’t say anything.
“The trouble with you, Mr. Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb, is that you are too much full of prejudices against me to understand why Imām Muħammad Ħasan is with me.”
“I…I’m sorry,” Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb said feeling himself shameful somewhat.
“You are an educated man, I think.”
“I’m a M. D.”
“Doctor of Medicine?”
“Yes, Muħammad is my friend. I wanted to cure him.”
“He doesn’t want to be cured.”
“Yes, I know, now.”
“He has self-hypnotized himself so much that he is developing now female sex organ even.”
“Allah, and Al Hilāl Al Tayyab wanted to marry him?” Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb was crestfallen, “Alħamdulillāh that I decided to save her at the right time.”
“She would use you as a footrest while I fuck her.” I exploded my bombshell, “You can’t bear such a degradation ever. Can you?”*

Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb smiled sadly.
“I can even die for her. She is already using me as her footrest, although you are not fucking her then.”
I could not speak anything for a minute.
Then I said.
“Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb, do you really think you love her?”
“Let me go to hell,” Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb kept smiling miserably, “what do you yourself think? What is it if not my love for her?”
“Your helplessness.”
“Isn’t it a fact that your wife, Al Navīdah Al Ghaus, has separated from you? Isn’t it a fact that she has charged you that you can’t father a child?”
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb was stunned.
“So she told you that?”
“You still have more faith in your wife, Al Navīdah Al Ghaus, than you have faith in Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.” I smiled cunningly.
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb said curtly,
“Nonsense. Al Navīdah Al Ghaus has already separated from me. She would never come to me.”
“Yet you still think Al Navīdah Al Ghaus would never betray you, only Al Hilāl Al Tayyab can.”
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb was wide eyed.
His mouth was agape with immensely incredible surprise.
“You mean… you mean Al Navīdah Al Ghaus has already joined your Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire? Allah, why the hell didn’t I ever think it? Allah! Allah!”
He fell on a chair as if he had lost his everything to me.
It was more than obvious that he still loved his already separated wife, Al Navīdah Al Ghaus, more.
His claim that he loved Al Hilāl Al Tayyab more was doubtful.
And Al Hilāl Al Tayyab wanted to marry him if even her inheritance of more than a hundred million dollars was on stake.
What wrong Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was doing if she is controlling everything on her behalf?
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb didn’t deserve the sacrifice Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was prepared to do for him.*

For as long as Al Hilāl Al Tayyab could remember Al Jalāl Al Tayyab had always been a domineering ‘bitch’.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab seemed to derive enjoyment from humiliating people even members of her own family.
She hated Pseudo Musalmīn very much.
“They killed Imām Muħammad Ħasan and Imām Muħammad Ħusayn at Karbalā, killing the entire Islamic Movement of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. The bastards must be cuckolded to Vedic Monotheist Hindus and us. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is absolutely right.”
Al Tayyab Al Muħammad smiled gravely at his youngest sister.
He never approved of her marriage with Al Zahīr Al Muħammad.

Al Zahīr Al Muħammad got the brunt of her acidic tongue any time she went ballistic and I felt sorry for him anytime I saw him reduced to a shivering wreck after being berated for misdemeanors as frivolous as not putting his coffee mug in the kitchen sink after breakfast.
It wasn’t that Al Zahīr Al Muħammad was a weakling.
It was just that he was totally incapable of exhibiting any form of violence both verbal and physical to anyone, especially women.
He was over sophisticated, suffering for it.
He could not understand Al Jalāl Al Tayyab actually hated him for his over sophistication even in sex.
He preferred to ‘act matured’ any time Al Jalāl Al Tayyab opened her pretty mouth and rained abuses on him.
Personally, I could understand why he wouldn’t break his superhero No Kill rule and just knock her out.
Even that would not shut her up real fast.
She was a billionaire.
Al Zahīr Al Muħammad needed her money even for his own survival and the survival of his entire idle family always devoted to Islamic activities only.*

Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb looked at me.
His eyes were begging me to answer him.
“Is Al Navīdah Al Ghaus too having your ever famous ever omnipotent Uncut Hindu Lund into her ever beautiful young Musalmān Choot already?”
“Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb,” I advised him gravely, “be a man.”
“What do you mean?”
“Al Navīdah Al Ghaus was once your wife, not now anymore. She has separated from you herself. It doesn’t make any difference on what grounds. The cold and hard fact now is that Al Navīdah Al Ghaus doesn’t want to live with you anymore as your wife. Forget her. You have already decided to marry with Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, despite the fact that you know Al Hilāl Al Tayyab is obsessed with my Uncut Hindu Lund.”
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb laughed ironically.
“There isn’t any woman now anywhere in the entire infinite åālmīn, entire infinite creations, entire infinite realities that doesn’t want to enjoy sex with you. Your De facto Chief Wife, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, has successfully spread too many white lies about your ever incredible sexual prowess. Even the ever dominant Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā surrendered to you despite the fact that Al Zahīr Al Muħammad uncle was never incompetent in any way.”*

Al Hilāl Al Tayyab’s 38 year old Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, was smoking hot and that’s putting it mildly.
That’s what made her so annoying to Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was tall, almost six feet and built like an Olympic gymnast despite being the mother of 5 equally beautiful daughters.
Anyone can actually see her muscles rippling anytime she had a workout at the gym at home, especially her legs which went on like forever and were sculptured to physical perfection.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was deeply tanned with long jet black hair that stretched all the way to her waist.
Her eyes were deep and shockingly blue with an intensity that could incinerate anyone born of woman who dared try to stare her down.
Most times, people avoided looking at her eyes and either looked tamely at her luscious full red lips or went further South to rest on her perky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts with nipples harder and sharper than a pair of coffin nails.
But her greatest asset or should I say ass-et was her robust Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
It was a perfectly sculptured heart-shaped pair of Musalmān buttocks that stood out at right angles from her back and flared out at the hips.
In fact I don’t know why Al Jalāl Al Tayyab still worked as an utmost successful businesswoman, probably to get a kick from berating her subordinates at meetings, instead of becoming an ass model.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab’s perky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass was the stuff of dreams for jeans designers.

Al Jalāl Al Tayyab knew she had a great perky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and made sure others knew it as well.
When she was home, she walked around the house in a half-top and the briefest of panties not giving a hoot if I, her five young daughters or even Al Zahīr Al Muħammad were around.
She didn’t even put on a robe if Al Zahīr Al Muħammad’s friends came around to visit.
No wonder they came around a lot.
I didn’t blame them.
As for a strapping 40 year old male then, like me, it was a running battle to keep my Hindu eyes off her as well.

I was the only one who wasn’t intimidated by Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. Whenever she yelled at me I would grin insolently at her, matching her eye for eye.
I wouldn’t insult her― I would never do that, but the expressions on my face, whenever she picked me out for a fight, ranged from boredom to a slight disinterest which infuriated her.
She tried to hit me once― I caught her wrist before her palm connected with my cheek and told her not to hurt herself.
Naturally she went bonkers.
Probably why Al Jalāl Al Tayyab took extra effort to get under my skin was because there was an undeniable sexual tension between us.
I had caught her several times staring at me when I was using the gym.
I was also an exhibitionist, two can play that game anyway, and walked around the house mostly in my boxers.
I’ve got a great Hindu male body that I worked very hard for, maintaining my Stavans and my ever indomitable positive thinking, and I was proud of it.
Even Al Jalāl Al Tayyab’s young daughters liked to tease me about it while Al Jalāl Al Tayyab would glare heatedly at me.
I knew one day the situation would get to a head and the two of us would have to do something about each other.
I couldn’t wait.

Well, the day of reckoning came sooner than I thought.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab’s family wanted to travel to their hometown to see Al Jalāl Al Tayyab’s in laws for the weekend.
I couldn’t go because I hadn’t been ‘feeling well’ for the past couple of days and was in no condition to travel; Al Jalāl Al Tayyab didn’t want to go because she just didn’t want to.
Al Zahīr Al Muħammad and his daughters were not complaining: a weekend without Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was a gift from heaven and they only paused for a brief second to sympathize with me.
It was going to be especially tense since we had only recently had a terrific row in which we both lost our cool and I uncharacteristically yelled at the top of my voice.
I smiled as they joked about the fight while Al Jalāl Al Tayyab gave me a curious look.
It was going to be a hell of a weekend.
It was very likely we would kill each other.

Around six in the evening they bundled into Al Zahīr Al Muħammad’s beat up SUV and took off after the customary heart felt farewells which consisted of his very shapely young daughters giving me long hugs and even longer kisses and Al Zahīr Al Muħammad shaking my hand.
They all kissed Al Jalāl Al Tayyab tentatively on the cheek while she remained cold and aloof.
I waved at the retreating car as Al Jalāl Al Tayyab swung on her heels and entered the house.
Mr. Jalāluddīn, their elderly next door neighbor, happened to be in his front yard.
I caught him staring at Al Jalāl Al Tayyab’s behind with his mouth agape.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was wearing a pair of pale-blue denim bum shorts and a black tank top.
She was really looking excellent.
He saw me watching him with an amused smile and went beet red.
I winked at him.
I knew he was jealous of me.
He even suspected that Al Jalāl Al Tayyab had an extramarital affair with me.
It was natural therefore for him to be jealous of me.
His houseladies were already having romantic affairs with me, he suspected to be sexual too.
I immediately went upstairs to lie down.
I was still feeling excited and my heart was thumping so fast from excitement.
I lay staring at the ceiling until Al Jalāl Al Tayyab walked in without knocking.
She did this all the time and I found it extremely relishing.
It was only by fleetness of foot that she hadn’t caught me with my pants down in a corner or in bed doing the customary fucking my other Musalmān women whenever the need was.
I couldn’t lock the door.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab would become suspicious that I was fucking her young daughters too.

She leaned against the door jamb and eyed me.
I stared back at her.
I thought she really looked good the way she cocked her head to one side and observed me.
She looked like one of those femme fatales from Hollywood gangster flicks of the 30s.

“How are you feeling?” she asked at last.

“I think I am feverish somewhat.”

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t know.”

Al Jalāl Al Tayyab shrugged her shoulders impatiently and paused before moving towards me.
I knew Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was weighing acting as a concerned friend or as a complete bitch.
She decided to go against type and check me for a temperature.

She leaned over me as her hand snaked under my t-shirt to feel my chest and my neck.
I could clearly see down her neckline and I got an eyeful of her perky Musalmān tits.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab had a black bra on so I couldn’t see her nipples even though they stretched the flimsy material considerably.
I smiled confidently and she mistook it for me feeling some pain or discomfort from her prying hands.

“What is it? Are you okay?” she asked, unable to fully mask the concern in her voice.

“I am fine. Just feeling a bit dizzy that’s all.”

Al Jalāl Al Tayyab sighed and straightened up.

“Come down stairs and let me get you something to drink.”

“I am fine.”

“Come down stairs now,” Al Jalāl Al Tayyab said as she left.

“Yes, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab,” I smiled smirking somewhat.

I still spent about a full minute before I sauntered downstairs and ambled into the kitchen.
What I saw next stopped me dead in my tracks.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was bent over the open freezer trying to bring something out.
Her plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass was facing me directly and it was as big and as beautiful as a full moon on a black night.
The bum shorts had all but disappeared into the deep cleft between her excellent Musalmān buttocks and the white globes sneered at me.
I was so taken aback that I didn’t move for a couple of seconds.

I coughed and moved into the kitchen.

“Sorry, Durgesh, I was getting some ice cream,” Al Jalāl Al Tayyab said over her shoulder, “Are you strong enough? Come and help me out.”

“Sure, no problem.”

I walked over to the freezer.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab straightened up and stood aside.
I bent down and fished out the buckets of ice cream at the bottom of the freezer.
I felt her eyes watching me.
I brought out the buckets and handed them to her.

“Thank you,” Al Jalāl Al Tayyab said as she glanced down at my shorts “Go watch TV. I’ll bring you something to drink.”

I did as I was requested and decided to watch a DVD.
I picked out Basic Instinct and laid back to watch.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab came in later and handed me a cup of juice.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was holding a bucket of ice cream which she evidently had plans of indulging herself with.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab sat on a sofa near me and asked me what I was watching.
The movie was still in the beginning credits and the infamous sex-murder scene hadn’t started yet.

Basic Instinct,” I said, waiting for her to object vehemently.
We never watched anything steamier than a Brazilian soap opera when Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was around.

“What’s that?”

I looked at her in disbelief.

“You haven’t watched Basic Instinct?”

“Should I?”

“It stars Michael Douglas and Sharon Stone and it’s a classic. Well to me it is.”

“Huh. Okay.”

The sex scene started and we lapsed into silence.
I tried to keep a straight face as I wondered what Al Jalāl Al Tayyab‘s reaction would be.
I stole a glance at her and noticed Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was watching the movie with rapt attention.
I smiled.

The movie ended.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab stood up and said she was going to take a bath.
I told her that I was going to still watch some more DVDs.
I had deliberately played the last movie to gauge her reaction and so far Al Jalāl Al Tayyab had remained unperturbed.
I was getting slightly cunning.
I was getting hornier by the minute and I wanted to make her hot and bothered.
So far it wasn’t working.

I was watching Wild Things when she came downstairs again.
When I saw her my heart rate rapidly increased.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was wearing a flimsy black nightie that stopped at mid-thigh.
I had never seen her wear anything so blatantly provocative before.
By the way her body moved underneath, I knew Al Jalāl Al Tayyab wasn’t wearing anything else.
Immediately I felt hard and I quickly crossed my legs to cover my tenting shorts.

She flopped belly down on the couch, her cheerful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass skywards.
She cocked her head to one side to watch the tally using her forearms as a pillow.
I could see under the hem of her nightie at her bare Musalmān bum.
Naturally I lost interest in the movie I was watching.

I shifted my body slightly on the sofa so I could face her while still pretending to be watching the TV.
Her legs were slightly apart and I could see her perky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass crack, all the way down to her pubic mound and the thick black thicket around it.
Didn’t she know Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was exposing herself, I thought?



“Would you mind to get me a glass of water?”

“Certainly not, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.”

I reluctantly stood up and went to the kitchen.
As I walked back with the glass I decided that if Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was going to act slutty then why the hell couldn’t I?

I walked over to her and gave her the glass.
By then my Uncut Hindu Lund was at half-mast and I let it tent my shorts.
She took the glass from me and her eyes rested on my Hindu bulge.
I noticed the surprised look in her eyes even though she didn’t say anything.
She drank slowly while she glanced furtively at my shorts.
I pretended as if nothing was happening.

She gave me back the glass and I took it back to the kitchen.
By the time I came back Al Jalāl Al Tayyab had reverted to her former position on the couch.
This time when I sat down, I noticed that her legs had spread further apart and that the hem was resting higher on her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Half her pink plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks were fully exposed and her entire pink excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was visible to me.
I nearly exploded at the sight.

I glanced at her face and saw that her eyes were closed.
Was Al Jalāl Al Tayyab sleeping?
I didn’t think so.
Although I knew her to be a deep sleeper I didn’t think Al Jalāl Al Tayyab would drop off so easily.
For the next 10 minutes, I continued to stare at her pink excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, while my Hindu hard on raged.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to bear it for long and I bloody well couldn’t go to sleep myself.
Wild Things finished and the next DVD started playing.
This time it was an all-out porn movie.

The moans and screams didn’t even make Al Jalāl Al Tayyab stir, as I heard her snoring softly.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I was going to do something, now or never.

I stood up and padded softly over to her.
Her eyes were still closed as I paused for what seemed an eternity before going down on my knees.
Slowly, without taking my eyes off her face I placed my Hindu hand on her smooth, white Musalmān bum.
Wow! It felt great.
I expected her to react as if electrocuted but her eyes remained closed.

I removed my hand for a while, then placed it on the other perky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass cheek.
No response from Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.
Slowly and very gently, I began to massage it.
She mumbled in her sleep and I went to my sofa.
However after a couple of minutes I came back.

I boldly put my Uncut Hindu Lund in her crack and traced the length of it, lingering a while on her pink excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab didn’t move.
I badly wanted to spread her cheeks and see her pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass hole.
I did bring my face close to her perky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass crack and gently placed my lips on her pink excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
The smell, the taste was simply out of this world.
I noticed that Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was quite damp.
I wondered whether Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was still asleep.
I was breathing deeply and I knew I had to go further, otherwise I would go crazy.
I decided to throw caution to the wind.

Placing both my hands on her perky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass cheeks I gently and expertly kneaded those massive Musalmān globes.
They felt wonderful and I was amazed at how soft and firm they were.
It wasn’t long before she began to whimper and grunt while her hips startled to wiggle.
I kept on massaging her, my Uncut Hindu Lund prying the cheeks open. Her legs spread wider and I noticed her pink excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was soaking wet.
However she kept her eyes closed.

I spread her pink plump Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks wide open.
She gasped and her hips lurched.
I began to kiss it.
I traced my Uncut Hindu Lund down her Musalmān crack and inserted it into her pink excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She gasped as I felt her Musalmān juices around my Uncut Hindu Lund. By now her hips were gyrating like mad and Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was moaning and groaning.

I straightened up but remained on my knees and grabbing her waist I turned her around till her knees came off the couch and landed on the floor.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab still tried to maintain the farce that Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was still asleep and kept her face in the cushions as her perky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass tilted up to face me.
I spread her legs and pushed the hem of her nightie completely over her perky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
There was nothing else on this earth that was more alluring than what was before me.

Holding my Uncut Hindu Lund, I guided the fat head to the small pucker of her sopping wet female Musalmān bum hole.
When I placed my dickhead on her flesh she gave a sharp squeal of protest and tried to retreat, but I grabbed her slim waist and slowly but firmly pushed it in.
She cried out painfully and I nearly passed out in pleasure.

It took some pressure but I soon got my Uncut Hindu Prick all the way into her chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab had no alternative now except to speak at last.

“No, Durgesh! Stop!” she pleaded, but I was way past listening to her.
Slowly I began to pump her and soon enough I increased the tempo.
By now, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was begging and screaming.

Her hips bucked and wiggled as I pumped her rigorously and I leaned forward to slip my hands under her nightie and fondle her perky Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts.
Her nipples were stiff and erect.
I pulled and pinched them viciously.

“Durgesh… no… fuck…please stop… oh fuck… no!” she breathed as I humped her like a madman.
Nevertheless, her gyrating Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks moved in tempo with my wild animal Hindu thrusts.
The porno stars moaned in the background.
We didn’t care.

I suddenly pulled out and she moaned in protest.
But I was merely re-inserting it in her pink excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I wasn’t greedy.
I wanted her to really enjoy it as well.
Naturally this was easier and the only sounds you could hear were my male Hindu thighs slapping against her smooth Musalmān bum.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was sobbing now.

“Durgesh, Baby… fuck me harder, darling… please don’t stop! Al Jalāl Al Tayyab wants to come on your ever infamous Uncut Hindu Lund!”

I didn’t reply.
All I did was grunt and groan.
Finally I felt her stiffen and she began to shudder.
Not long after I came violently and I didn’t even bother to withdraw.

We knelt like that for a long time while we panted and wheezed.
I withdrew and stood up.
I stood there uncertainly until Al Jalāl Al Tayyab got up and sat down.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab wouldn’t look at me and a rush of guilt overwhelmed her.

At last she raised her eyes.
They were wet and I had never seen her looked so depressed in my life. All her ice had melted away.

“What have we done?” she asked quietly, as if to herself.

I now knew what I must do.
This was a despicable act to her we committed but I was going to use it for at least some sort of good.

“Nothing happened, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, and no one will ever know what happened if you do as I say.”

“What?” I detected a trace of hope in her voice and I smiled in triumph. All her guilt had washed away I was in control now.

“You are going to stop being a bitch from now on,” I said in a cool, firm voice, “You will be a good, humble ‘wife’ to me and you will be a loving mother to your daughters … Understood?”

“Yes,” she replied in a flat voice.

“Say yes sir.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now run along and get me something to eat. I was feeling really hungry…”

When the rest of the family came back on Sunday they were shocked over the change in Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was suddenly nice and sweet and eager to please.
They wondered whether we had fought and I had won.

Well, in a way…

Chapter 4
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

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-11

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat


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Chapter 11

Durgesh At-Taubah Al Waħīd
Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ

Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ gave a grunt of annoyance as he watched the breaking news on the TV about the latest sex scandal involving a top army General and one of his aides, a married lady with two young kids.
The next clipping showed the now disgraced General telling some reporters that it had been a morally incorrect decision on his part.
He was sombre faced and looked a lot thinner than in some of the pictures shown earlier with his aide, now also known to be his mistress.
“Funny how they all wring their hands and say some sorry remarks AFTER they have been caught,” Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ said to his wife of over thirty years.

He glanced at At-Taubah Al Waħīd as Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ said that.
They were in their living room catching up with the news after dinner like they had always done for the past so many years.
They had made this a habit of theirs so that they could share some quiet time together, especially during the years their children were growing up and free time or “us” time was a commodity in real short supply.
Now both their children, Jamīl Jalāl Sheikħ and Kulsūm Jalāl Sheikħ, were adults and had their own families.
Jamīl Jalāl Sheikħ was 30 and an electrical engineer.
He had married his childhood sweetheart a few years ago and they had a three-year-old daughter.
Kulsūm Jalāl Sheikħ, at 28, was the younger one and had married a Hindu she met in her office.
They had a two-year-old son.
Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ himself was 59 years of age and At-Taubah Al Waħīd was a couple of years younger than him.
She was and always had been a fitness freak and that showed in her well-toned 5’8” body with big juicy-mama boobs and a derriere that still made heads turn.
No doubt the effects of gravity and age were discernible, but they were only just discernible.
Her brown hair had that just-right tinge of white streaks in it which went well with her green eyes and cheerful face and, as far as Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ was concerned, his wife was one hot mama and grandma.
Just a glance at his wife sitting next to him began a stirring in his loins.
He may be a year short of sixty but long walks on a daily basis along with At-Taubah Al Waħīd and power yoga helped in keeping his equipment going strong and steady.
Some of his colleagues were already having high BP, high sugar levels and related issues.
He was lucky.
At six feet, with silver grey hair and blue eyes, he looked more like a successful CEO than a retired technocrat.
Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ looked fondly at At-Taubah Al Waħīd.
Her favourite serial was coming up next and Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ shifted closer to her.
He placed his right hand on her thigh.
He knew her well.
A bit of foreplay in the midst of her favourite serial never failed to turn her on.
He could get lucky tonight.
“I suppose like any other two adults in an affair by mutual consensus, they never thought they would get caught one day,” she replied with a toss of her neatly coiffed brown hair, her green eyes fixed intently on the telly screen.

Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ turned back to watch the news.
A retired war veteran was now on the screen telling the world how difficult these constant foreign postings were.
The men would be away from their families for months in a row and, well, men would be men.
He then went on to say that the General in the dock for putting his pecker in the wrong hole had been to six foreign postings in the last ten years.
His manner and style of presentation left the listener in no doubt that the concerned lady aide of his, who was also married like he was, had been his only source of entertainment at an otherwise tough and cold frontier.
“Do you think the absence of the near and dear ones and the resultant loss of companionship can be considered to be a genuine and forgivable reason for adultery?” asked Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ .*

He was not sure but for a moment his wife’s body seemed to have tensed up and then relaxed.
He had been gently stroking her thigh and he was sure his palm had felt that sudden tensing but he could not really be sure why.
She was silent for a minute or two as though considering her thoughts and then she replied,
“We live in a society where gay marriages are no longer frowned upon, couples are in open marriages, live-in relationships are not even worth talking ’bout … in short, it would depend upon the individuals concerned. It would be wrong for anybody else, including us, to pass opinions on matters that are essentially personal in nature. ”

Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ digested his wife’s reply.
It seemed a bit hazy, answering but then not really answering what he had asked.
By “individuals” had she meant the man and woman involved in the affair alone or perhaps also about their respective relationship with their spouse or partner also?
Did she mean that it was okay to cheat if the couple were in an unhappy relationship with their respective partners and craved the companionship of the opposite sex?
Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ ‘s mind didn’t get any more time to ponder his wife’s reply as At-Taubah Al Waħīd shifted her position at that time and her legs opened up invitingly.
Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ wasted no time in moving his caressing fingers closer to her womanly treasure.
His hands grazed his wife’s panties and he felt the heat emanating from her core.
At-Taubah Al Waħīd’s serial was now playing on the TV and she was completely engrossed in the unfolding story.
With his hand playing over her panties, Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ took her juicy left boob in his mouth from over her flimsy nightie and began sucking upon it.
At-Taubah Al Waħīd responded by pulling his face into her breast and running her fingers through his hair.
This took him by surprise as she normally reached this level of arousal only towards the end of her favourite serial.
Her love tunnel had also attained a level of arousal that made sure her panties were soaking wet.
He pushed aside the fabric and began running his fingers up and down her vaginal opening.
At-Taubah Al Waħīd let out a low moan even as her eyes continued to remain fixed on the screen.
Her hand travelled down and into his boxer shorts.
She wrapped her fingers around his hardening shaft and began to gently stroke him.
She began pumping his shaft in tandem with his fingers moving in and out of her wet tunnel.

They continued with their foreplay for some more minutes till At-Taubah Al Waħīd breathed out her wish.
“Take me, Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ , take me now,” she whispered, breathing highly irregularly.
Now Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ was completely surprised.
It would be the first time they would be doing it on the sitting couch even before the serial came anywhere near to a close for the evening but he wasn’t complaining.
He quickly stepped out of his clothes and then watched At-Taubah Al Waħīd as she adjusted herself and stuck her ass up in the air, her nightie pulled up and around her waist.
By now the serial was all but forgotten.
For some moments Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ stood behind his wife, stroking his lengthening cock as he admired her smooth, round ass.
Her vaginal lips were parted and he could see the inner pink lips.
His cock had stretched out to its complete six-and-a-half inches; it was long and on the thinner side, the circumcised head a bright tomato red.
Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ moved closer and lovingly ran his palms over his wife’s buttock cheeks, caressing them, admiring them.
He then began running his tongue up and down her ass crack, leaving a trial of wet saliva.
“Ohhh …” moaned At-Taubah Al Waħīd as her womanly scent filled up the room.
Her eyes were closed tight and her mouth was half open as she enjoyed the sexual sensations building up inside her.
Finally, Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ stood behind his wife and began rubbing his knob up and down At-Taubah Al Waħīd’s wet slit.
“Aahhh … yes! Yes, put it in, Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ. I need you” she moaned out softly, knowing fully well that the real fun was just about to begin.*

The next morning Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ left early for his old firm’s office.
A couple of years earlier he had resigned from his post of Vice President.
His company really didn’t want him to go.
He had been with them for over twenty years, beginning as a site engineer and gradually making his way up the hierarchy.
But Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ was adamant.
He had discussed the issue with At-Taubah Al Waħīd before taking it up with his company.
With their children taking up jobs and starting families, the two felt they needed more “my time” for meeting their extending families more often.
In a couple of years At-Taubah Al Waħīd would also be putting in her papers.
They finally agreed that he would continue to be associated with them as a consultant.
The idea appealed to Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ as he could continue to be in touch with the construction industry while his old company would benefit from his vast experience.
As per understanding, Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ would visit the office two to three times a week unless something important came up.
This gave him ample free time to pursue his hobbies, namely golf.
On the other hand, At-Taubah Al Waħīd held a senior post in the accounts department of a company having a chain of retail shops across the state.
She had been with them for the past ten years, ever since they relocated from Dallas to Houston when he had been promoted and had to move over to the head office.
In fact, it was the hard work put in by her in her previous firm in Dallas and the glowing letter of appreciation given by her old boss Durgesh that had helped her get the new job.
I had been well acquainted with the owners of the retail chain and when they had decided to move over to Houston.
In fact the owners were Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement.
Despite my constant criticism of them, they wanted to keep me on their side.
When I got in touch with them they agreed to help At-Taubah Al Waħīd.
She got the job.
The two were grateful to me for that.
Back in Dallas, At-Taubah Al Waħīd had joined one of my companies as soon as Kulsūm Jalāl Sheikħ was old enough to go to school and had been there from that time until their move to Houston, almost fourteen years.
The decision to move to Houston had not been much of a problem as by then, both the children had finished school and gone off to college.
Given her long association with his company,
I went the extra mile in ensuring she got the job.
There were times when Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ would fondly recollect their years spent in Dallas.
Both their kids had been born and raised there and sometimes he wished they had settled there after retirement but At-Taubah Al Waħīd had not been keen.
As she reasoned, they were closer to their kids and grandchildren from Houston and that mattered more than the nostalgic memories of the past.
Better to live in the present than the past had been her line of reasoning.
Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ didn’t see any reason to argue with that and with the consultancy offer, it didn’t seem to be a bad choice at all.*

That evening there were some more updates in the prime time news about the fallen Hindu General and his Musalmān mistress.
Looking at the frantic media coverage the affair was getting, it seemed as though this was the next best thing to have happened for the press industry since the sad and tragic events surrounding Lady Diana’s demise.
According to the newsreader, the woman involved had told her friends that she regretted the damage done to her family and others by her affair.
“You know what?” said Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ to his wife as she handed him his glass of wine. “She says she regrets the hurt she has caused her family but she has nowhere mentioned that she’s sorry for the affair. How can a woman … or for that matter a man … be so ambitious and totally focused upon climbing the corporate ladder? Did it never once cross her mind that she was being deceitful and breaking the trust bestowed upon her by her husband?”
“Hey, I don’t agree with you.How can you be so sure that this affair was all about ambition and glamour?” replied At-Taubah Al Waħīd softly as she sipped her wine.
Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ was taken aback by the reply.
He looked sharply at his wife who continued to stare at the TV screen.
“That lady out there is not a twenty something immature girl but a fully mature forty-year-old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman! You mean she deliberately and consciously made the decision to step out of her marriage? Are you saying that she developed feelings which should have been reserved for her husband and ventured headlong into a steamy affair ignoring even her children and the repercussions it could have on their future upbringing?” asked Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ incredulously.*

By now the news channel was showing some old clippings where the woman could be seen doing push-ups along with the person interviewing her.
It had been taken around the time the mistress had released a book about her Hindu lover, written by her.
It was the Hindu General’s biography.
Of course, at that time the world didn’t know that the General and the writer were also sleeping together when not discussing the book.
“Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ , women and men don’t think alike. Try and understand what I’m trying to say. If one were to ask women their most cherished moment, most of them will tell you about a picnic outing incident or coffee at a bistro one rainy afternoon, but the guy involved would most probably recount the various positions they had sex in AFTER returning home from the bistro.”

For some moments neither spoke as Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ tried to understand the point his wife was trying to make.
Then At-Taubah Al Waħīd continued,
“During the time the Musalmān lady was drafting the biography, the two of them were thrown together for many months, if not years, and most probably gradually developed a mutual bond of sorts, a coming together of two minds.”
“And bodies too,” replied Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ testily.
It seemed as though his wife was condoning the actions of the erring couple.
At-Taubah Al Waħīd pressed her lips together on hearing her moralist Musalmān husband’s outburst and continued to gaze steadily at the TV screen.
“That Hindu is old enough to play grandfather to her young kids. At least he should have shown the maturity … which our leaders thought he had before assigning him those important foreign postings … for ensuring that the mutual infatuation did not cross any unreasonable limits,” continued Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ in a tone he normally reserved for lecturing his juniors.
“Ah! If only one’s heart could think and behave rationally like one’s mind. It was an affair of the heart, fully consummated by the two,” At-Taubah Al Waħīd whispered.
Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ was flabbergasted.
He could not believe what he had just heard his wife say.
The way At-Taubah Al Waħīd was going on was as if this was another episode of one of her tear-jerker soap operas.
“For the sake of her family and young children, if nothing else, I hope her husband thinks of her betrayal in the same way as you do,” he replied testily.
There it was once again.
He was sure he felt her muscles tense up on hearing him say that.
At-Taubah Al Waħīd was sitting a bit straighter too.
Perhaps Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ should not have sounded as harsh as he did, thought Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ .
It seemed they had unconsciously taken sides here.
He had sided with the betrayed Musalmān guy while his wife had sided with the adulterous Musalmān woman.
Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ picked up the remote and changed channels.*

The next few days Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ really didn’t get time to follow up on the affair of the fallen Hindu General and his married Musalmān mistress.
He and At-Taubah Al Waħīd were expecting their children and grandchildren over for Thanksgiving and At-Taubah Al Waħīd had given him a long list of things to do.
There were items to be purchased for the little ones who were, it seems, in constant touch with their grandmother through their parents’ mobile numbers.
Then there was the precious chinaware to be safely put aside in the attic.
The idea was to give their grandchildren enough open space to run around freely without crashing into something expensive.
Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ got so involved in his chores that he decided to forgo his golfing session.
Little did he know that his decision would change his life forever.
Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ spent the whole day wrapping up the expensive dinner set items in soft cloths and old newspapers and then putting them in cardboard boxes which were then hauled up to the attic.
That done, he began moving some of the other fragile living room items to the garage.

He didn’t hear the doorbell ring the first time as he had been busy putting things in place in the garage.
By the time he re-entered the main house, the guy from the courier service was more or less keeping his finger continuously pressed to the bell.
Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ glanced around quickly before making way to the front door.
Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ still had a lot of things to complete.
“You the Sheikħs?” asked the courier boy nonchalantly, as he obviously shifted his chewing gum from one side of his mouth to another. “Parcel for you,” he continued in the same breath as he held out a paper for Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ to sign.
“These kids of today just have no manners,” grumbled Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ as Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ slammed the door shut.
He put the box on the kitchen table at the same time as looking to see who the sender was. It bore his name,
“M.J. Sheikħ,” and was from a legal firm in Dallas.
The fact that it was sent by somebody from their old town raised his curiosity.
Perhaps, had he not been so preoccupied, he would have noticed that the name ” M.J. Sheikħ ” had the prefix ‘Mrs.’ Too that stood for “At-Taubah Al Waħīd”, instead of Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ.
Perhaps he would have then let At-Taubah Al Waħīd open up the parcel after she had returned from work.
But things didn’t happen that way.
His Bhogyantrānk had gone down more now.
Muħammad Jalāl Sheikħ picked up a kitchen knife and slit open the packing tape.

Chapter 12
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: 1


   Volume 2

Ved Nagar


Chapter 1

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Durgesh Bābarah Åālamgīr

Durgesh Nasīm Muåāwiyah

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched the Executive Council gravely.

“The first anniversary is over.” She said, “No reprisals, no revnges I mean, of any kind whatsoever, either in deed or in speech, be taken against those who supported the wrong side. I know there still are countless Pseudo Musalmīn in Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat that don’t think we the Ashvinātams actually propose the true Islam. They claim we educated sophisticated Musalmān Beauties have unconditionally surrendered to the entire Hindus forever whether they are Vedic Monotheist Hindus or the traditional ones. I want to reassure them that they are entirely mistaken.”

Dr. Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr looked at Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd.

He was listening to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan attentively.

“There is no point in humiliating the persons who don’t think that there’s a great difference in a normal man making love to a normal woman and a practicing Hindu Shaktimān making love to a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman. They think it’s only due to humiliating Musalmīn. No, never. It’s something else far better. I’m sorry to say that my government doesn’t agree with the claim of the Pseudo Musalmīn that they are the true Musalmīn. The female genital organ of a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman is a rheostat actually. The male genital organ of a practicing Hindu Shaktimān is the electrified magnetic bar that passes through that rhehostat causing the lines of magnatic force changing in every back and forth movement. Sorry that some persons of you don’t agree with this scientific explanation, but the fact is the theory works. We succeeded in doing the impossible thus.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled pushing her ever-gorgeous nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my nude male Hindu lap, swallowing my entire Uncut Hindu Prick into her ever greeting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān twat.

I had gripped her extremely beautiful Musalmān waist with my palms strongly.

My Uncut Hindu Prick was visiting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt passionately wildly.

With every passing moment, my lust for her was ever increasing.

The Executive Council was watching it quite fascinated.

“Many honest persons believed they had good reason for wanting that which Eīshān Vigyān doesn’t want. There is no point in humiliating them to the point where they can believe their self-respect only by denouncing  Årab Islamic World herself. In turn, it is a strong and desirable custom that those who supported the lost side accept the loss cheerfully and without further discussion. The issue is behind us, on both sides, forever.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan paused.

She gazed levelly, calmly, at the assembled faces for a moment.

Then gravely Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, went on,

“A full one year has passed. People of the Council. Yet we should never forget it was only, ONLY, a year, not an era. I’m proud of announcing yet, our own progress is as meteoric in this past one year as somewhat that of Ved Nagar.”

There was a heavy applause.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

She acknowledged the appreciation.

Nodded her head and went on.

“Affiliated with the Dream City, Ved Nagar, we, Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, are indeed almost a powerful democracy now and there remain no external enemies of consequence.

“If we hadn’t revolted well planned, scientifically and intellectually, we would’ve still suffering from the age long Pseudo Islamic kingdom where there was no freedom to the commons. I don’t want to go through all our sufferings. Everyone of you has herself/himself suffered through it for a long time. They said the Hindus would make us a part of their own Hindu Empire. Well, did they? The former Saůūdī Årab is now more True Islamic than she was ever. We have a True Islamic Constitution now that we never had since Yazīd Malåūn counter revolted.

“What we have today we owe to my most lovable Hindu Live in Relationship Partner Durgesh. It is upon his great ever-democratic ever-reliable ever-masterminding Vedic Monotheist Hindu brain that we must rely for the future too. The danger henceforward, Councilors, is ourselves. From this point on, there must be no official doubt of the value of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, abbreviated AUM.”

“They say ‘AUM’ is a Hindu symbol.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “Okay. Let’s define afresh for ourselves. Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. Neither Durgesh nor Ved Nagar administration has any objection if we redefine ‘AUM’ as Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched the Executive Council once again.

“Let us agree now, quietly and firmly, that there are to be no official doubts, criticisms, or condemnations of the establishment of the ever lasting, ever progressive, never backward,  Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. We must support it completely. It has proved itself over last full year already. It is the security of an ever lasting, ever progressive, never backward, Ummat-e-Muslimah, not terrorist, not inhumane, not against humanity ever. It must never be tampered with. Is it agreed?”

There was a quiet murmur.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan hardly looked up to seek visual proof of agreement.

She knew every member of the Council and how each would react.

Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn had already refused to participate in the government its being Pro Ashvinātam.

Most of the members of the Executive Council were thus female members of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband,  Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāhJet Musalmān Beauties SquadDurgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, themselves.

There wasn’t any question of any of them opposing this motion.

The male members were Pseudo Musalmīn of course.

But they were already a few.

Moreover, in the wake of the victory, there would be no objection now.

Next year perhaps.

Not now.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan would tackle the problems of next year next year.

Always except for―

“Thought control, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat?” asked Imām Muħammad Ħasan, her Abbū.

He was striding down the aisle.

Speaking loudly as if he wanted to make up for the silence of the rest.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“Your views, Councilman Imām Muħammad Ħasan?” she asked.

“In any Democracy the government cannot impose a ban on free speech. All individuals, including honorable Councilwomen and Councilmen that have been elected for the purpose, have a right to discuss the political issues of the day. No political issue can possibly be divorced from the concept of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pushed back her glorious buttocks once again and swallowed my Uncut Hindu Cock once more into her ever tight, ever ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to the hilt.

Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face was expressionless.

“The government respects your views, honorable Councilman. I assure you there isn’t any limit to free speech within the context of the Concept of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. It is only the Concept itself that limits us by its very nature. There can be many ways of interpreting events before the government makes the final decision. Yet, once the government makes a decision it can be questioned no further in Council. Nor may it be questioned in advance as though one were to say, ‘if the Concept of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah were to state thus-and-so, it would be wrong’.”

“And yet if one honestly felt so, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan asked gravely.*

I was furious.

Bābarah Åālamgīr, can’t you understand what I said?”

“It’s the only way you can stop me from raping you. You are now too old to understand even the extreme needs of a young female body.”


“I can’t blame the Jet Musalmān Beauties now that they rape you so much every now and then.”

“Shut up, you unsophisticated girl.”

“Fuck me, I say.” Bābarah Åālamgīr almost shouted now helplessly.

“I should say no. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.” Bābarah Åālamgīr answered “But, I guess I’m just curious and I do love you. I think the worst thing I ever did was stop talking to you when you and my Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, got separated. I missed you so much. Now I just want to be close to you.”

I looked at her, changed my tactics and kissed her forehead.

“You got turned on sitting there watching your friends having sex with your Hindu father, didn’t you?”

Bābarah Åālamgīr winked at me.

“Only you aren’t my father. I haven’t your genes in my body. It’s only your blind misconception that, you are my father only because you fuck my Ammī. Allah, how the hell I wished to be in their place.”

I continued,

“I know you were fingering yourself. I saw it when you came.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr winked at me again,

“You’re too not supposed to see the things like that, if you don’t accept me your lover. Yet, thanks anyway, you never cared for that and kept on watching me when I was fingering myself.”

“How the hell can I miss it when you do it sitting next to me? I also saw you and Nasīm Muåāwiyah having sex the other night. I came down the steps and saw you on her bed. You had your Panjvaqtah Namāzī grand Musalmān ass pointing towards the door and her fingers were in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled meaningfully.

“What do you think? We didn’t know you were watching us? Nasīm Muåāwiyah saw you and she whispered it to me.”

“And yet you continued? Both of you?” I was immensely sarcastic.

“Why shouldn’t we? None of your stepdaughters accepts you her stepfather. Every one of us wants to sleep with you, instead.”

“Shame on you.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.

“I can’t believe you saw me doing that. Now I am embarrassed. Yā Allaaaaah!  I can’t believe you saw me like that.” Bābarah Åālamgīr mocked.

I smiled sarcastically.

Neither of us said anything for a minute.

Then Bābarah Åālamgīr asked, impishly, teasing me,

“Didn’t it turn you on? Watching me like that.”

I hesitated but then I decided to be honest at least.

No use in lying.

Neither Bābarah Åālamgīr, nor anyone else would have believed me.

“Yes it did, more than you can know.” I said gravely.

It was better.

Why destroy her even hope?

Can’t it take a destructive turn too?

Bābarah Åālamgīr could really rape me.

Would it be right?

“Did you go jerk off afterward, Durgesh darling?” She asked.

“No, I went and took a juice. And I’m not your Durgesh darling. I’m your Ammī’s Durgesh darling.” I answered somewhat curtly again.

She looked at me puzzled.

“Isn’t that’s a kind of strange reaction you getting turned on?”

“Yeah I suppose it is.” I admitted, “I guess it was more what I heard than what I saw that made me pour myself a juice.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr was struck speechless now as she recalled the conversation she had with Nasīm Muåāwiyah that night.

“The first anniversary celebrations have established Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā reincarnated, if not for everyone, at least for most of the Pseudo Musalmīn in entire Pseudo Islamic Countries.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah had said.

“That was the purpose behind stretching the celebrations as long as a complete week. For the Seven Movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband,  Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāhJet Musalmān Beauties SquadDurgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, the celebrations are still continued for one month.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled meaningfully, “Never forget Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan celebrated her honeymoon with Durgesh for a complete full month.”

She wasn’t sure how much I’d heard, but she knew she had to know it for the safety of her own success with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled cunningly and asked,

“What was it you heard?”

I said curtly,

“I heard my Live in Relationship Partner’s, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr; telling her friend, Nasīm Muåāwiyah, that it was ok for her to go after her Hindu father. I also heard Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, admit to Nasīm Muåāwiyah having desires for her Hindu father.”

Neither of us said anything for a while.

Then it was Bābarah Åālamgīr that, again broke the silence.

“Does that upset you?”

“Shouldn’t it?” I asked instead in turn, somewhat sarcastically.

“What was your reaction?” She asked with more than a little apprehension, impishly.

“Naturally, I got excited, sexually aroused.” I said, “A normal reaction of any man that isn’t impotent.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled triumphantly, looked up at me and asked.

“Doesn’t that mean that you are willing to make love to me, if I request to you?” The optimism in her voice was not hidden.

Moreover, I heard it.

“Honestly, no. I guess it’s a question of moral. Nasīm Muåāwiyah is with me. That’s kind of weird, after having sex with all your friends while you sat and watched, I have a moral duty to Nasīm Muåāwiyah at least, even if not to the rest of them. Still, Bābarah Åālamgīr, I love you and I am so glad that you are back in my life. I don’t want to screw it up and I am afraid that if I agreed, it would change our relationship forever.”

“For better.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said interrupting and protesting my thought process.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wasn’t a common normal Musalmān Beauty at least, even if she wasn’t Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimahrza herself reincarnated.

She managed to take them in the first anniversary celebrations of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.

Didn’t she?

Wasn’t it time travel?

“I don’t agree with you.” I said gravely.

“I don’t blame the Jet Musalmān Beauties who rape you every now and then. You leave no other option to them.”

“Shut up.”*

Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, watched her Abbū austerely.

“If one honestly felt so, one could say so, if one were a private individual, discussing the matter in a private context.”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled ironically.

“You mean, then, that the limitations on free speech that you propose are to apply entirely and specifically to government officials?”

“Exactly.” Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, said resolutely, “This is not a new principle of Islamic law. It has been applied before by the kings, queens and even by the Presidents of entire denominations, entire sects, of Islam and various Islamic political parties in Turkey, Pakistan, etcetera various Islamic countries wherever Democracy existed in any form whatsoever. A private point of view means nothing. An official expression of opinion carries weight and can be dangerous. We have not come this far to risk danger now.”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan said curtly.

His own daughter was trying to teach him Islam.

Wasn’t he himself a duly approved and acknowledged Imām even when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was born?

He, in his hurt self-pride, absolutely  had forgotten that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was now a widely approved and duly acknowledged re incarceration of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimahrza herself.

Moreover, they believed even her Svarūpé Avasthānam had been attained.

He didn’t realize how dangerous his mistake was.

“May I point out, Madam President, Madam Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, that this principle of yours has been applied, sparsely and occasionally, to specific acts of Council. It has never been applied to something as vast and indefinable as the Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. You are trying to imitate Ved Nagar Administration. But we aren’t that much advanced in Democracy. Hindus are, and always were, democrats. We, Musalmīn were never except the thirty years of pre Yazīd Malåūn era of Ħuzūrs and Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūnrz.”

Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah needs the protection most, for it is precisely there that questioning can be more fatal.”*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan made another dangerous mistake.

He turned, addressing now the seated rows of Council members.

They seemed one and all to have caught their breath.

It was even quite obvious that they were awaiting the outcome of the duel.

“Will you not consider, Madam President, Madam Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Council members, that there is every reason to think an Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah could not be acceptable to entire Musalmīn, ever?”

Pseudo Musalmīn, you must say, Imām Sāħab.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled disarmingly.

“I don’t agree that all of us are Pseudo Musalmīn.”

“Yet, most of the Musalmīn present day, are Pseudo Musalmīn, don’t you agree?”

“Nonsense, we―”

“No, it isn’t nonsense.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan interrupted her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, “We, Musalmīn are the second largest group of humankind on the globe. The Christians are number one, the largest―”

“It’s because the Christians are still devoted to preach their religion more honestly and more sincerely than we Musalmīn do.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said furiously.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled patiently.

“You mean we Musalmīn are not as devoted to Islam now as the Christians are still devoted to Christianity?”

“That’s right.”

“If that’s the case, are we really Musalmīn?”


“Doesn’t it make us Pseudo Musalmīn, if what you say is true?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled triumphantly.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched the Council members.

Allah, they were more impressed with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan than they were impressed with him.

Yet the very damn concept of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Imām Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t digest an entire Ummat-e-Muslimah having every Musalmān lady, or almost every Musalmān lady, being fucked by a Hindu with the express legal consent of the entire Ummat-e-Muslimah herself.

Allah, no!

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted the utmost unacceptable.

Damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

So, it was the condition the Ved Nagar Administration has agreed to help her?

Imām Muħammad Ħasan would never fall to the extent.

Neither, he would ever allow the entire Ummat-e-Muslimah to fall to it.

He was determined to see it to happen.

Of all the wretched proposals…

Allah, damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan!

 Chapter 2


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 34

Durgesh Nellie Adams

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr

Nellie Adams, the secretary to the secretary of defense, deliberately raped me.

She was smart enough to understand that despite my infinite ever-increasing sexual prowess I was not interested primarily in having sex for my own animal desire.

“The Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān biches are always more aggressive than us.” She said to her friends, “You know I am not communal even the slightest. But the fact is that Musalmān Beauties are even raping Hindus.”

Evelyn Carter looked at Nellie Adams contemptuously.

“Therefore you want us Christian Beauties too to defeat Musalmān Beauties in raping Hindus? Are you crazy?”

Nellie Adams laughed.

“It’s not enough, Evelyn Carter, that you have your sexual relations with Durgesh.”

“Sexual relations my foot. I love him.”

Nellie Adams laughed again.

“Okay, okay, you bloody foolish Just eighteen Just adult, why the hell we women love a male after all?”

“To have sex with him?” Evelyn Carter asked scornfully.

“You don’t agree with me?”

Nellie Adams, love is not sex only. Love is more than sex. It’s life as well.”

“And sex isn’t life?”


“Answer me, Evelyn Carter.” Nellie Adams smiled patiently.

Jamīlah Aurangzeb also loved Durgesh, yet…”

Jamīlah Aurangzeb never loved Durgesh. She was addicted to his unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, that’s all.” Nellie Adams interrupted Evelyn Carter aggressively.

Lily Turner couldn’t stop herself any more.

“Girls,” Lily Turner addressed both Evelyn Carter and Nellie Adams, “may I ask what the purpose of this useless discussion is?”

Evelyn Carter said furiously.

Nellie Adams is suggesting we should establish a Jet Christian Beauties Squad ourselves to defeat the conspiracy of Musalmān Beauties against us Christian Beauties. Do you agree?”

“Why not?” Lily Turner smiled cunningly.

Evelyn Carter was as if crestfallen.


Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

He had never imagined his success to the extent.

Was Durgesh really Ħazrat Mahdī ålayhissalām?

But isn’t Durgesh a Hindu?

How a Hindu could be Ħazrat Mahdī ålayhissalām?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan advertised it to its peak.

But it was her political strategy only.

Wasn’t it?

He knew Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was extraordinary talented.

Even her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān herself, was not any less talented.

That’s why he planned it all when he was only the Mukħtār of Tabah.

He deliberately tortured his extraordinary talented wife, Nafīsah Salmān, sexually.

Well, why shouldn’t he?

Imām Muħammad Ħasan himself had seen her watching Durgesh entirely unashamed, with open sexual lust for Durgesh.

Durgesh used to come to Tabah.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan himself encouraged his own wife, Nafīsah Salmān, to seduce Durgesh.

Well, he could have infinite wives but not every one of them might be as talented and as sex addicted as Nafīsah Salmān is.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan can easily control even Durgesh through Nafīsah Salmān if he played his cards right.

He succeeded in establishing Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.

It was his first major success.

None could ever even imagine Imām Muħammad Ħasan was the one that originally conceived the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.

None could suspect even now he was behind it.

“I don’t believe it, of course,” said Imām Muħammad Ħasan, standing on the wide steps of Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Hall and looking out over the city as it sparkled in the sunlight.

Makkah Mukarramah was now more important to Hindus than it was important to the Ummat-e-Muslimah.

“I don’t believe any of it.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan repeated and smiled.

His white, even teeth gleamed out his triumphant bearded face.

He has still maintained his image of being a staunch communal Musalmān.

If only the Musalmīn knew he was the person behind Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband  Ashvinātam Gangbang Club Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad  and even behind Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, they would have killed him immediately.

Nafīsah Salmān watched him scornfully.

“You need our Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān urine and Durgesh’s Hindu urine more to drink, you scoundrel, impotent, till you exist.”

“And to lick your Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān asses after Durgesh fucks you, and to clean them thereby.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.

Nafīsah Salmān laughed.

“You challenged me that your ever obedient ever faithful daughter, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, would never cuckold you. I successfully made her to cuckold you. I thought you would suicide. But you Pseudo Musalmīn are actually most self-respect less. The more we Musalmān Beauties humiliate you Pseudo Musalmīn the more shamelessly you incline to survive.”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t tell his wife, Nafīsah Salmān, he himself encouraged her to be cuckolded by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan too.

Now, there are so many Pseudo Musalmīn that were openly proud of their cuckold life with their stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies and their proud Hindu Live in Relationship Partners/lovers.

The number of Musalmān Beauties that were married to Pseudo Musalmīn and still faithful to their Pseudo Musalmīn husbands is day by day decreasing nonstop.

Even Pseudo Musalmīn had surrendered ultimately to the inevitable.*

Nafīsah Salmān smiled.

“What a tragedy, cuckolded, your most faithful daughter, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is the everfirst President of former Saůūdī Årab, now Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, but you licked our Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān asses publicly on stage after Durgesh fucked us.”

“Well, I wasn’t alone. Was I?”

“You shameless creature, only because some more Pseudo Musalmīn accompanied you in licking the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān asses of their own stunning Musalmān houseladies, you are satisfied?”

“You can’t understand, Nafīsah Salmān.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled proudly, “By licking your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān asses after Durgesh fucks you, what we Musalmīn are getting.”

“Oh, you think you Pseudo Musalmīn are also in the pathway of evolution to Posthumans, in this way?”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.

“If we had requested you all to fuck Durgesh and let him sodomize you, if we had requested you all to let us lick the mixed Ashvinātam sexual juices thus from your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān asses, all of you Musalmān Beauties had never allowed us Musalmīn ever. Would you have?”

“You must be crazy.” Nafīsah Salmān spat in a dustbin.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan laughed.

“You think you are punishing us? You aren’t as intelligent as I thought you were.”

Nafīsah Salmān too laughed scornfully.

“I don’t even sympathize with you. You don’t even deserve it, you rascal.”

She marched ahead proudly.*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan paused on the steps.

He ignored the other members of the government and the media, as well as the shameless Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauties walking with their Vedic Monotheist Hindu lovers with their Hindu hands around their Musalmān waists, proudly.

He frowned when he saw some of the Hindus were not Vedic Monotheist Hindus even.

They were traditional Hindus.

Yet, the Musalmān Beauties who couldn’t get Vedic Monotheist Hindus for themselves, had compromised on traditional Hindus as well.

“Even traditional Hindus are better for us educated Muslimahs.” They said, “Vedic Monotheist Hindus are the best, of course, but they aren’t available, even traditional Hindus are better than Pseudo Musalmīn.”

Dr. Ali Sina and his co authors on faith are right.” Another educated Musalmān Beauty said, “The Pseudo Musalmīn are animals. Isn’t it their absolute madness that, they still believe even in this twenty first century, in ‘live and let die’? Damn the rascals.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was absolutely justified in running the ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’ movement against them.” Some another Musalmān Beauty commented scornfully, “The beasts certainly deserve the utmost humiliating punishments.”

All were walking  down the stairs, talking, laughing, glorying in the correctness of everything, and basking in the approval of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s all the five movements: Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband,  Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāhJet Musalmān Beauties Squad and even the two other movements not exactly run by her, yet supported by her profoundly even then: Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan stood still and let the crowd swirl past him.

Nafīsah Salmān had walked some steps ahead before realizing her Musalmān ass licker, her terrorist Musalmān husband, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was not following her.

She felt immense pride when Imām Muħammad Ħasan licked her Musalmān ass proudly.

What a great, magnificent, gorgeous and extremely beautiful Musalmān ass she had.

Even Durgesh was still crazy to play with it.

Durgesh was still obsessed to squeeze her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.

Countless Jet Musalmān Beauties are crazy for Durgesh now, even to the extent that they themselves raped Durgesh entirely unashamed of themselves.

Even then, Durgesh was still crazy for Nafīsah Salmān.

Isn’t it a matter of great pride for her?

“Hey, cuckold,” Nafīsah Salmān addressed her shameless Musalmān husband, as disrespectfully as she wanted, “aren’t you coming?”

“There’s no hurry. They won’t start the function until Naåīmah has reviewed the situation in her usual, smiling, diplomatic, yet utmost daringly aggressive way. Since she has succeeded in seducing Durgesh successfully, despite even yourself being his Live in Relationship Partner, Naåīmah has become so self confident increasingly, and aggressive, more and more, she doesn’t care for anything and anybody now, except Durgesh himself.”

“I see you are very proud of your daughter for it.”

“Of course, I am.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “Why the hell shouldn’t I be? However, I’m in no hurry to endure another ponderous speech.”

“Because it’d be delivered by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan being the proud nude Alburrāque of Durgesh, having Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund penetrating her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt deeply from her gorgeous behind?” Nafīsah Salmān disgraced him.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan laughed.

“I am proud of everything my daughter is proud of.”

“I can’t believe you are so human.”

Nafīsah Salmān, I lick even your Musalmān ass now after Durgesh sodomizes you, proudly. Doesn’t it prove how intensely I love you still now?”

“You do it because I compel you to do so.”

“It wasn’t ever so. Wallah, it wasn’t ever so. I love to lick your ever-gorgeous ever-glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass always. And it is irrespective of whether Durgesh sodomizes you or not.”

“You are crazier than even I thought of you to be, if you think I’d really believe this nonsense.” Nafīsah Salmān smiled humiliating Imām Muħammad Ħasan more and more.

“Actually I love to drink your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān urine too mixed with the Hindu male urine of Durgesh. It’s a very tastiest cocktail for me.”

“How human you are.” Nafīsah Salmān said ironically.

“I’ve accepted even at the first such incident it’s your privilege to have sex with Durgesh in any manner whatsoever you damn please.”

“Isn’t that great!”

“Don’t believe if you don’t want to.”*

Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan called the session of Executive Council to order.

The first anniversary function yesterday was as successful as even she couldn’t have imagined it would be.

All the seven great ashvinātam movements: Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband,  Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāhJet Musalmān Beauties SquadDurgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, were presented on stage, proudly, by their most eligible representatives.

Every movement was given an entire day.

The function lasted through out the entire week, more and more successfully.

It ended yesterday.

The representatives from entire Pseudo Islamic Countries attended it.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has gravely realized how deeply they were afraid of her now.

What was once not even imaginable, she has succeeded in bringing to truth.

On stage, openly, the proud Musalmān Beauties performed their grand sex sessions with me and even with other capable powerful eligible Vedic Monotheist Hindus.

It was heavily applauded through out the seven long days.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s eyes had looked with no visible sign of interest at the gathering.

She was still my nude proud burrāque.

I was still fucking her from her behind.

No one, there present, doubted that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan noted all of them present there, and all who hadn’t yet arrived.

Her beautiful hair was carefully arranged in the most seductive style making me penetrate her more and more ravenously.

Her extremely beautiful face now wore an expression of her being matter of fact.

Now it was duly acknowledged by entire Pseudo Islamic Countries even that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the most capable administrator of all of them.

No one could, or did, accuse her now of any blasphemy.

Whatever she did openly on stage was applauded and praised now.

And she did a lot on past seven days.

She was confident of her success.

“The Pseudo Musalmīn that surrendered to Yazīd Malåūn, his utmost selfish supporters Mullahs and Maulavies and the Årab Burdafaroshs, even to the extent that their beautiful Musalmān houseladies should be sold to Hindus in India, and supported the beast against the Ahlul Bayt, can’t have any courage to oppose me.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had said.

How right she was, she had proved successfully for seven long days and nights, nonstop.

Open ashvinātam sex sessions of all the seven great ashvinātam movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband,  Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāhJet Musalmān Beauties SquadDurgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, were heavily applauded and greeted with immense enthusiasm not only by Musalmān Beauties and Hindus but also even by Pseudo Musalmīn.

They didn’t have courage enough to oppose her.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had already announced that every such person would be openly cuckolded whoever would oppose any celebration of the first anniversary of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.

No one would be forgiven, or excused.

The speeches of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stirred the minds of all the persons.

She even had the gift of dramatic gestures.

Moreover, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had a capacity for making quite decisions even if I myself opposed them.

She used to stick by them as long as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was convinced she was right.

With every now and then this or that obvious charisma, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had the knack of persuading the voters her decisions would be right ever, as they were ago.

Almost ever she strolled among them, proudly being fucked by me, openly.

“What’s there to hide?” she used to say, “When nothing is hidden from Allah I damn care for His slaves. ‘Pardah nahīn jab koi Kħudā se, bandon se pardah karnā kyā’?”

Even despite her so open arrogant attitude Naåīmah Muħammad, Ħasan was being popular more and more day by day.

All the seven ashvinātam movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband,  Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāhJet Musalmān Beauties SquadDurgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, were now getting more and more popularity in the entire Pseudo Islamic Countries.

Their political authorities were afraid of stopping or banning them due to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s latent antipathy.

She was so powerful now in their eyes that they couldn’t even afford to antagonize her.

She had the ever-richest ever utmost powerful man of the entire history of humankind being her Live in Relationship Partner.

She damn cared for even his annoyance.

Allah, who the hell was really more powerful, Durgesh or Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself?*

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr watched Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd gravely.

None knew both of them had successfully managed to be there in Executive Council itself.

“Now,” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr asked, “what do say?”

“What do you mean?” Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd didn’t look at Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr.

He couldn’t take his eyes separated from the extremely beautiful female figure of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, as my nude magnificent burrāq, so unashamed, being fucked by me.

What a success.

What a great incredible success.

“Are the rumors true?” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr asked.

“That she is Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimahrza?”

“How the hell you can even imagine that blasphemy, Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr?” Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd asked her incredulously.

“No one else could have done it ever, Bhāījān.” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr said quite in awe now.

“And what about her nudism, intense feminism and so shameless exhibition of her open sex sessions with a Hindu, Durgesh that is utmost infamous Hindu for fucking almost every Musalmān Beauty that came into his contact ever?”

“They say Durgesh is Ħazrat Mahdī ålayhissalām himself.” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr smiled at him.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr, please forgive me.” Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd said furiously, “Yet let me say one cold and hard fact.”

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr smiled cunningly, triumphantly.

“Okay. Go ahead.”

“I’m ashamed of you my Musalmān sisters.”

“Of all of us?”


“And we are ashamed of you, Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd.” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr kept smiling cunningly, “You are jealous of her.”


“Your royal family decided you to be the next King of Saůūdī Årab. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was more vigilant not to let you. She succeeded in making Shahzādah Al Moåīn Assaåūd the king instead. And subsequently she successfully bargained with him his voluntary retirement to replace him herself.”

“You are crazy to think it would last now forever.” Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd said curtly.

“Your ardent Musalmān houseladies, you claimed to be so faithful to you, have also joined Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Cuckold Your Musalmān husband movement, my dear. Don’t ever dare to go near any of them even. You’d be cuckolded yourself otherwise.” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr warned him laughing.

Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd had suddenly felt himself fallen from the seventh sky itself.

He had never thought of it.

Suddenly he was thinking fast gravely.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr had unknowingly solved his greatest problem.

She didn’t know what she had done.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was right.

He had seen himself right from the first day of the celebrations; every one of his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān houseladies themselves fucked Durgesh openly on the stage.

They sucked Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund publicly on stage to prove their truthfulness in joining Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’ movement.

They were rather more aggressive in fucking Durgesh than even the other Musalmān Beauties.

They wanted to show they love to fuck Durgesh more than even them.

Well, has he anything to lose any more?

Why the hell he couldn’t go ahead with what he was suggested to?

Let Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan be the ultimate triumphant one.

Let her enjoy the immense incredible glory of being Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimahrza herself.

Why the hell he should worry now?

Even if she isn’t Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza, let her not be.

He has found now the ultimate solution of his greatest problem.

It is safer now to accept that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is really Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza.

He must worry of his own problems more.

Wasn’t he is the most important person for himself?

Okay, I agree Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, you are really Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza.

I submit.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr smiled.

She had read his face successfully minutely.

She knew now Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd has also submitted to the new Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimahrza.

Allah, what a lucky young lady.

Okay, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, I too accept you are really Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimahrza herself if you promise me not to replace us mature Musalmān Beauties in Durgesh’s life, with your Jet Musalmān Beauties ever.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Volume 2

Ved Nagar


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