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Chapter 32

The Cabinet Room

Durgesh Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās

Durgesh Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg

Durgesh Nellie Adams

Lily Turner was still annoyed and still concerned with her failure to brief Evelyn Carter on me, Ved Nagar and my Svarūpé Avasthānam.

She felt that the meeting in the Cabinet Room should concentrate on Ved Nagar and my Svarūpé Avasthānam only.

On what Evelyn Carter should give to me and expect to receive in return.

Yes, she isn’t certain I’ve attained my Svarūpé Avasthānam.

Neither she is certain there is any stage in human evolution that’s called Svarūpé Avasthānam, Self Synchronization, at all.

There’s only one human society, Hinduism that claims, there exists such a stage in human evolution.

HVSI explains its every meteoric miraculous incredible rise using this extremely incredulous theory.

Evelyn Carter doesn’t believe it’s true.

Well, Lily Turner herself doesn’t believe it.

“But the fact is that Durgesh is the most powerful man, now, in the entire history of humankind.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā had argued with Lily Turner, “Can you deny it?”

“You know I can’t.” Lily Turner said almost incensed due to her helplessness.

“Then how the hell otherwise we can explain every meteoric miraculous incredible success of HVSI?” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, argued.

Neither Evelyn Carter nor Lily Turner had its answer.*

With this concentration on the immediate subject of concern, there was no need to be burdened by the secretary of agriculture, the secretary of commerce, the secretary of transportation, the attorney general, and other members of President’s staff.

Entering the Cabinet Room, Lily Turner could see at a glance that the necessary officers had been alerted.

They were already on hand.

Lily Turner greeted Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of StateCyrus Vance, Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, the secretary of defense and the three officers of the National Security Council.

Then she took the leather chair next to Evelyn Carter’s vacant one.

“How did your pre-briefing go with Evelyn Carter?” Lily Turner asked.*

Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās watched me gravely.

“I asked was there any ice to break?” I repeated my question.

“It depends on how you look at it.”

“You went to the table to get acquainted with Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad?”


“If the court please,” Waħīd Murād, the Public Prosecutor, said, “I must insist that the counsel is renowned, infamous rather I must say, to be biased in favor of Musalmān Beauties whosoever she may be. Yet he is surprisingly manifestly unfair to this witness. He is browbeating this witness constantly and trying to put her in a false light before the jury. I want to remind the court, as well as to the defense counsel this woman is a widow. She has been bereaved by the crime of murder committed by―”

“Just a minute, your honor,” I interrupted, smiling, “Mr. Public Prosecutor is arguing the case. There isn’t any question before the court for the Public Prosecutor to argue the case at this time.”

Waħīd Murād was quite angry.

“Nevertheless,” he shouted as if, “I object to having this woman held up in front of this jury as a strumpet, a harlot, a prostitute.”

I smiled patronizing, yet sophisticated.

“And I object, your honor, to having Mrs. Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās held up as a mealymouthed, deceptive, persecuted, bereaved widow simply so the prosecutor can play on the sympathies of the jury. It isn’t a theater; neither are we staging a theatrical drama here. It’s a temple of justice and we are fighting here for the life of humankind. One person already has been murdered and we are fighting here to save the life of another.”

Judge Keyser frowned.

“At present there isn’t any question before the court. Therefore, there isn’t any reason whatsoever to make an objection. The jurors are called upon to see the witnesses, to watch their demeanor, their behavior, their conduct on the stand, to form their own opinions as to thefacts.

The prosecutor has one theory of the case and the defense has another. Please try to avoid personalities, gentlemen. You may proceed, Mr. Durgesh.”

By this time, all vestiges, all hints of the fragile, delicate, helpless, bereaved widow had left the witness Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās.

However, her guts were appreciable.

Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās was still sitting on the witness chair, slightly forward, still sad, and feigning a widow being intimidated unreasonably.

“Now then,” I attacked her once again, “you saw this letter in your husband’s pocket?”

“It wasn’t a letter, your honor,” she looked at Judge Keyser, “everyone can understand that it was a blackmail demand.”

“Blackmail demand on Nadīm Iqbāl Muħammad?” I asked.

“The letter was sent to him.”

“Isn’t it a fact that your third husband, Akram Sultan, had also received a blackmail demand?” I thundered at her.

“I can’t help it.”

“Isn’t it a fact that your second husband, Muħammad Qāsim Ayyūbī, had also received a blackmail demand?” I smiled  at her meaningfully.

“I can’t help it.” Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās repeated her answer.

“Isn’t it a fact that your first husband, Zāhid Rashīd, had also received a blackmail demand?” I smiled at her once again.

“I can’t help it.” She again repeated.

“All the four envelopes had the return address in the upper left hand corner and the name A. M. Åbbās?”


“How do you know it was blackmail?”

“There was a demand for money in the letter. What do you think; it was an invitation to dance?”

“I can’t answer that question. I’d rather leave it to the jury to draw their own conclusion.”

Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās watched me gravely.

“That’s your privilege.”

“What’s your full name?”

Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās.”

“Will you please abbreviate it?”

“A. M. Åbbās.” She said curtly, “I understand your implication. But I never blackmailed anyone in my life. Neither have I sent any blackmail letter to anyone. Anyone can use my name as a return address to implicate me.”

“Is there a newsstand at the corner by your residence?”

“Yes, there is.”

“Are you familiar with the person who runs it?”*

Lily Turner repeated her question.

“I asked how did your pre-briefing go with Evelyn Carter?”

Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, grimaced:


“What does that mean?” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of StateCyrus Vance, asked.

Instead of Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, Lily Turner answered it.

“It means lousy, useless, worthless, crummy, horrible. Our potential candidate for next President of USA, Ms. Evelyn Carter, didn’t give a damn about Ved Nagar, Svarūpé Avasthānam  and Durgesh himself. She only wanted to speak of sex championship contest in Washington D.C. between

Musalmān Beauties and Christian Beauties, later in the afternoon.”

“Then our work’s cut out for us.”

“Right you are.” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf said, “It’s got to be Ved Nagar.”

Evelyn Carter, the damn fool, doesn’t understand the spiritual power of Durgesh and his adroit followers, Vedic Monotheist Hindus.” Lily Turner said, “Nafīsah Salmān says Ved Nagar is a dream city.”

“You believe Nafīsah Salmān very much.” Evelyn Carter charged her.

“You are forgetting the resources CIA has. Fortunately or unfortunately, I’m somewhat in a position to use those entire resources for the benefits of USA. Even the President of USA himself has given us the permission, let alone the Director of CIA. I never believe anyone of my Musalmān women friends too, as the President of USA has instructed us, rather has imposed the condition on us, without investigating about them thoroughly.”

“And you are sure that Nafīsah Salmān is with us?” Evelyn Carter asked.

“Sure, hundred percent.” Lily Turner said, “It’s got to be Ved Nagar and more Ved Nagar.”

“I agree with Lily Turner.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of StateCyrus Vance, said severely, “That’s why I cancelled everyone else. Ved Nagar is the dream city of Vedic Monotheist Hindus. Durgesh has succeeded in their dreams getting true. He is a Parahuman and Ved Nagar is full of Posthumans.”

“Nonsense.” Evelyn Carter said.

“You are mistaken.” Lily Turner said acidly, “ Della Turner has also confirmed what Nafīsah Salmān reported.”

“You must be crazy, Lily.”   Evelyn Carter said tersely, “I know Durgesh more than you. He and his adroit followers Vedic Monotheist Hindus are number one liars, number one rumor spreaders. They believe that spreading rumors is Dharm Yuddh, the holy war, a Crusade.”*

Lily Turner smiled.

“I wanted to concentrate on what’s waiting for you at lunch.”

Evelyn Carter controlled herself.

Now she appeared suddenly surprisingly to be in good humor.

She brushed back her hair, grinned at the assemblage, and watched all of them impishly deliberately.

Lily Turner realized her strategy.

She reminded Evelyn Carter gravely.

“We have been discussing your lunch with Durgesh.”

“Is it going to be a long lunch?” Evelyn Carter asked delinquently.

“It doesn’t have to be.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of StateCyrus Vance, assured her, “After some filling gap talk with the ever richest person in the entire history of humankind, you can wind up lunch and we’ll move into the Yellow Oval Room. The President would be busy elsewhere with Valéry Giscard d’Estaing, the President of France. He has instructed us already to be there in Yellow Oval Room.”

“That can be strictly business?”

“That can be strictly business.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā said.

“I just wanted to know because I didn’t want to miss the big contest.” Evelyn Carter explained.

“You’ll have plenty of time for that,” Lily Turner promised, “This lunch and meeting with the former head of Hindu Vishv Underground is scheduled to last one and a half hours. Then Miss USA, Margaret Kennedy, is scheduled to accompany Durgesh to the opening of the Ashvinatam Museum expecting Durgesh to say a few words, maybe five minutes’ worth, about an important fund raiser. That’ll give you plenty of time to get back for the contest.”

Evelyn Carter surveyed the Cabinet Room.

“I see a lot of our friends are missing. You’ve brought in only the big brass.”

“Deliberate,” said Lily Turner simply, “Since you are going to be bargaining with the ever sexiest Vedic Monotheist Hindu, we wanted our full concentration to be devoted to a treaty with Ved Nagar/Trantor.”*

Evelyn Carter looked at Lily Turner.

“Fair enough.” She said.

Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of StateCyrus Vance, leaned forward.

“The fact you have to remember is not that Durgesh is the Mayor of Ved Nagar/Trantor now. He was the democratic head of Hindu Vishv Underground too. Hindu Vishv Underground was an underground organization of revolutionaries who were actually behind the independence of India.”

“That doesn’t exist now?” Evelyn Carter smiled sarcastically.

CIA suspects that it does exist now as Ved Nagar/Trantor instead of its said dissolution into Vyom, interspace.” Lily Turner said curtly. “Our former station head at Ved Nagar/Trantor, Della Turner, and our present station head, Akhilésh M. Āgnéý there, both have reported the importance of Ved Nagar/Trantor. We suspect it isn’t only a city in India. It’s actually Hindu Vishv Underground in its new present supreme developed form.”

Evelyn Carter smiled.

“Any evidence that our suspicion may be true?”

“That’s what you have to find out.” Lily Turner said.

“I see.”

Kħadījah Muħammad, Durgesh’s outqueen, has been in America before. She spent four years doing undergraduate work at Harvard University.”

Everyone was supposed to know, and did know that Evelyn Carter’s younger sister, Rukħsānah Carter, was now too in Harvard University in her senior year.

She was twenty-one.

“The fact,” Lily Turner said, “that your younger sister, Rukħsānah Carter, is also in the same university as Kħadījah Muħammad was in, will give you something in common to talk about before you settle down to the nitty-gritty. Durgesh loves Kħadījah Muħammad even more than his duly married wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD.”

Now, Evelyn Carter too nodded.

“Alright, what’s the nitty-gritty?”

Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of StateCyrus Vance, had been busy drawing a map on the page of a long green pad.

She tore it loose and came around the table to Evelyn Carter.

Addressing Nellie Adams, the secretary to the secretary of defense, Dr. Åārifah Mustafā said.

Nellie Adams, take my seat and give me yours. This will make it easier for me to explain a map of Indian sub continent and beyond that I’ve been drawing.”

The exchange was made.

Dr. Åārifah Mustafā squirmed into the chair beside Evelyn Carter and placed the green sheet before her.*

Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā watched Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg solemnly.

Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā,” Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg asked bewildered, “I asked Lillah, for Allah’s sake, why the operation has been cancelled?”

“That’s the reason I called you in today. You are the one closest to Salīm Jalāluddīn Muħammad. I have naturally to discuss the problem with you.” Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā cleared her throat and looked into Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg’s beautiful Iranian Shiå Musalmān eys, “I saw Salīm Jalāluddīn Muħammad late yesterday. I outlined one final time what had to be done. He approved, approved of the surgery. This morning, first thing, he telephoned me. He has changed his mind. He is turning down the operation.”

Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg, the dazzling Iranian Shiå Musalmān Beauty, Associate Professor at University of Ved Nagar, was shocked.

“He is what? Salīm  won’t go through it? I didn’t talk to him this morning. He was still asleep. I haven’t heard about it naturally. It makes no sense. Are you sure, Doctor? We had agreed surgery was his only chance.”

“Apparently, Salīm  now doesn’t think so. He now thinks there’s a better course. Have you seen this morning’s paper?”

“Not yet.”

“Have a look.” Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā took the ‘Ved Nagar Tribune’ off the corner of her desk and held it out for Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg.

Nūrjahān surveyed the front page.

She was more bewildered than ever.

“There’s just some headline about Madīnah Munawwarah.”

Turn to page three. Read the full story.”

Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg opened the paper.

The headline hit her.

Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza to return to Al Madīnat Al Munawwarah Al Madīnat An-Nabīs.’

The story that followed was bylined by great Bābarah Åālamgīr.

It was datelined Paris.

Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg calmly, patiently, read the news story.

When she was through, she folded the paper patiently, neatly, and put it on the desk.

She met the beautiful eyes of Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā.

Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg was aghast, stunned, as the full import of what was happening struck her.

Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza returning to Al Madīnat Al Munawwarah Al Madīnat An-Nabīs? Shāshvat Satyug, the Eternal Everbest Era, is dawning on Islam as well?”

“Yes, that’s the news.” Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā said.

“News? Hell. The hallucination of some crazy uneducated/under educated Musalmīn. It might be some deliberate political strategy of Pseudo Musalmīn too to compensate the anti Musalmīn anti Islam trend, propelled by Dr. Ali Sina and his co authors. Are you telling me Salīm Jalāluddīn Muħammad has read it and believes in this nonsense?”

“Yes.” Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā admitted.

“Allah, not only illiterates, uneducated/under educated Musalmīn but even educated Musalmīn, as highly educated as Salīm Jalāluddīn Muħammad, I can’t believe it. I’d be damned.”*

Evelyn Carter watched it.

She looked at Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of StateCyrus Vance.

“What’s it?”

“A crude drawing of the Indian Sub Continent. It highlights our major Eīshān Vaigyānic bases that help us contain any overenthusiasm that may occur in India, Pakistan, Shri Lanka, nd Afghanistan.” Using her pen as a pointer on the map, Dr. Åārifah Mustafā resumed, “As you can see, our potential Presidential candidate for the next term, this Eīshān Vaigyānic base of ours there in Pakistan has three major wings: Sunnī, Shiå and Aħmadī. Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā is the Commander of our Sunnī Eīshān Vaigyānic base. It is unfortunate that Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā doesn’t have even the citizenship of Pakistan. She is still a Turk Musalmān Beauty. Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg is the Commander of our Shiå Eīshān Vaigyānic base. What a tragedy it is that as Dr. Āsiyah Mustafā, Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg too isn’t a Pakistani citizen. Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg is still a proud Iranian. We have only an Aħmadī Musalmān Beauty as our Aħmadī Eīshān Vaigyānic base at Pakistan that’s a citizen of Pakistan.”

Evelyn Carter smiled.

“How the hell you think Durgesh can help us in improving it?”

“He can permit us to have similar three Eīshān Vaigyānic bases in Ved Nagar: Sunnī Eīshān Vaigyānic base, Shiå Eīshān Vaigyānic base and Aħmadī Eīshān Vaigyānic base. He is the Mayor of the dream city Ved Nagar.”

“Do you really believe in Eīshān Vigyān?”

“Allah,” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā looked at her entirely disgruntled. “Don’t tell us you don’t deserve the post we are preparing you for.”

“Shame on you, Evelyn Carter,” Lily Turner said curtly, “you are more interested in the sex championship contest between Musalmān Beauties and Christian Beauties, than you are interested in your preparation for what we want you to be.”

“I don’t think the people of USA would repeat a Democratic President. It’ll be a Republican President next time.”

“Damn you, Evelyn Carter, Nafīsah Salmān says…”

“Go to hell your Nafīsah Salmān and you both. I say Nafīsah Salmān has succeeded in getting Durgesh. Her ambition has been attained. She is living now in your so-called dream city, Ved Nagar/Trantor. If it’s really a dream city as you claim it to be, why the hell Nafīsah Salmān would risk her golden fortune by helping us, instead of working for HVSI? Durgesh is her Live in Relationship Partner now. Nafīsah Salmān isn’t a fool to risk the golden opportunity of her life. No one would. Even I wouldn’t if I were in her shoes.”

“So this is the reason you are not interested in the strategies we are suggesting?” Lily Turner was furious now.

“Well, why should I?”

“Don’t you see anything unusual about my map?” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of StateCyrus Vance, asked Evelyn Carter patiently.

Evelyn Carter stared at the map.

“An area, a large area you’ve colored in green and saffron, and two small ones.”

Ved Nagar/Trantor,” said Lily Turner, “we have no Eīshān Vaigyānic base there.”

“And you want one there?”

“Don’t you?” now it was Nellie Adams, the secretary to the secretary of defense.

Moreover, Nellie Adams was furious.

Lily Turner, that’s why I didn’t support her for our potential Presidential Candidate for the next term. She is just interested in sex with Durgesh and in nothing else.”

Nellie Adams, the secretary to the secretary of defense,Evelyn Carter laughed sarcastically, “Don’t pretend to be righteous enough to be more interested in anything else instead in sex with Durgesh. Didn’t you yourself rape Durgesh because he wasn’t leaving Dr. Åārifah Mustafā?”

“I raped him because he was deliberately ignoring me.” Nellie Adams shouted, “It doesn’t mean I’m as disinterested in my country and in Christianity as the hell you are. I am ashamed of you, Evelyn Carter.”

 Chapter 33


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 25

The Meeting

Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf smiled.

“I don’t think our government understands why Durgesh visits us usually when some important guest of honor visits us.”

Lily Turner retorted.

“Oh, don’t tell us we understand our problems more than even our government does.”

“That’s not what I’m telling.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā also retorted, “I too am a PhD in administration, my dear Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, not you alone.”

Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf laughed,

“Well, young ladies, I never claimed such an absurdity.”

Dr. Åārifah Mustafā laughed too.

Lily Turner, she is implying that Durgesh is more important than our government thinks he is.”

Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf retorted once more.

“Only because Durgesh is neither the President nor the Prime Minister of India, his importance isn’t less than them. His Svarūpé Avasthānam has made him the most important man on the entire globe.”

“If it is true.” Lily Turner said critically.

Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf and Dr. Åārifah Mustafā looked at each other.

Lily Turner was smiling bitterly.

“Well,” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of StateCyrus Vance, said gravely at length, “even Evelyn Carter isn’t sure of Durgesh’s Svarūpé Avasthānam. He can very well play some diplomatic political game himself.”

“He is the lifetime Chairman of HVSI. HVSI represents Hindu Vishv Underground Durgesh claims doesn’t exist anymore.” Lily Turner commented dryly.

“How do we know Hindu Vishv Underground has really vanished into Vyom?” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf said.

“If there is any Vyom anywhere.” Lily Turner smiled bitterly.

Hindu Vishv Underground may still exist somewhere.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of StateCyrus Vance, said, “And if it is so, USA has to be more cautious and more vigilant in protecting her own interests.”

Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, looked at Lily Turner.

Lily Turner watched both of them gravely.

Stansfield Turner, the Director of CIA, had assigned her to a very difficult task.

Durgesh was a very complex man.

Yes, he was born on 1949, and as such, he is only twenty-eight now.

But the fact that there was a Hindu Vishv Underground established by none other than by R’shi Dayānand himself cannot be ignored ever.

It was the underground organization actually that caused the independence of India.

They say it was the most powerful underground organization of revolutionary Hindus.

Durgesh was its democratic head when it is said to vanish into Vyom.


No Vyom is there anywhere.

All the theories of Parallel Universes, Multiverse, Higher Dimensions, etcetera are utter nonsense.

Durgesh is playing his deepest political game resorting to these spectacular theories of Utmost Ultramodern Science.

President of USA, Jimmy Carter, himself should handle Durgesh.

Even the Hyper Sexuality of Durgesh is utter incredible.

Lily Turner doubts everything related to Durgesh.

She does also think Stansfield Turner, the Director of CIA, himself must deal with these matters.

Valéry Giscard d’Estaing isn’t as important as Durgesh is.

Neither President of USA, Jimmy Carter, nor Stansfield Turner, the Director of CIA, is taking Durgesh as gravely as he must be taken.

Sheikħzādī Allāh Al Maymūn and her entire Al Jannat Al Malāikāt is still an unsolved mystery.

Now the dissolution of Hindu Vishv Underground has also become a new sheer incredible ever-unsolved mystery too.*

Lily Turner watched both Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, and Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, gravely.
Evelyn Carter must be made to understand that she has to convince our President of the immense importance of Durgesh.”
“How?” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, asked, “how can she convince President, Jimmy Carter, that Durgesh has attained his Svarūpé Avasthānam ?”
Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, said.
“There’s a cabinet meeting scheduled before Evelyn Carter has lunch with Durgesh. Our Evelyn Carter is especially invited in that cabinet meeting as a special privileged person.”
Both Lily Turner and Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, looked at each other.
“Well?” both of them asked Dr. Åārifah Mustafā simultaneously.
“We can pound the facts, and our goal, in her head before that.”
“All right,” said Lily Turner, “let’s be sure we have it all exactly together before we try to brief her.”
She twisted toward her assistant.
Wājidah Altāf, you have copies of our memorandum on Svarūpé Avasthānam and Hindu Vishv Underground. Want to pass them out?”
Wājidah Altāf stood up.
No more than five feet two, Durgesh had said, with a tremendous pair of boobs for one so medium.
Lily Turner pictured Wājidah Altāf with me, as I liked to see her, nude and acrobatic.
Lily Turner suspected there must be something more behind my Musalmān Beauties obsession.
It couldn’t be sex only.
She knew I was more under the ground than I was on it.
Lily Turner had observed previously when Wājidah Altāf was handing a memorandum to me; she squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis deliberately being cautious of Lily Turner, Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf and Dr. Åārifah Mustafā that they couldn’t see it.
Lily Turner knew by her own experiences that I loved my Uncut Hindu Penis squeezed seductively and invitingly by not only Musalmān Beauties but by Lily Turner too.
I was an incurable sexiest Hindu she had met and heard of anywhere.
Almost every country knew I was the democratic head of Hindu Vishv Underground before it ‘dissolved into Vyom’.
Yet no country was there that did deal with me indirectly, instead of dealing with me directly.
They believed their beautiful young ladies could get from me more for the respective countries than their politicians could.
Wājidah Altāf handed the memorandum to Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, and Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance.
Lily Turner deliberately encouraged her American Musalmān girlfriends whether Wahābī, Sunnī, Shiå or Aħmadī.
She had reached to the decision that it was needed to keep me under her control more effectively.
She couldn’t forget the pleasure on my face and in my eyes, when I fixed my eyes on their undulating backside.
‘Unforgettable cushions of love’, I had commented to Lily Turner once, ‘when I hold each buttock in one palm.’
Remembering my wild reactions, Lily Turner was beginning to get wet.
Lily Turner didn’t get wet very often even with her husband, but always even remembering me.
She knew Evelyn Carter also had the same reactions.
These Vedic Monotheist Hindus, they are sexiest even than the rest of the Hindus.
She controlled herself and brought up sharp info the reality of the morning.
“Ved Nagar,” announced Lily Turner, “Let’s get right into it.”
“All set,” said Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance.
Lily Turner sat back a moment.
“Let’s ignore the intermediation of Evelyn Carter for a moment. Does the President know anything about it?”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, leaned forward.
“A little. Mr. President thinks he has other more important things to know about quite in detail.”
Lily Turner nodded.
“Then you have to request Evelyn Carter to brief Mr. President thoroughly, simply, but thoroughly.”
Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, said,
“We’ve got two opportunities. I’m meeting with Evelyn Carter shortly in the Oval Office. Then again after that at a full cabinet meeting.”
“And Evelyn Carter meets with Durgesh at noon.” Lily Turner said thoughtfully.
“At twelve thirty,” said Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, “for lunch and talk. I’ll be in attendance and so will be Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance.”
“Very well,” said Lily Turner, “Right off you should prepare the stage, Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf. Locate Ved Nagar to Evelyn Carter for Mr. President.”
“I think Mr. President knows where it is.”
“Make sure.” Said Lily Turner, “Be as precise as possible. Emphasize that Ved Nagar isn’t less important than Vatican and Makkah Mukarramah. Instead, I think, in view of Svarūpé Avasthānam of Durgesh, Ved Nagar is even far more important than Vatican and Makkah Mukarramah.”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, nodded gravely.
Lily Turner said.
“Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, they are trying to put their own person as Chief of Staff of White House. We want you there permanently.”
“Isn’t it a matter to be decided by Mr. President himself?”
“Of course it is, of course it is.” Lily Turner smiled appreciatively, “Of course, Mr. President himself would take the final decision. But we have to see he must be properly advised of the pros and cons of the matter. Shouldn’t we?”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, smiled suavely.
“Yes, I think so.”
“Mr. President has got to know the immense importance of Ved Nagar. Ved Nagar isn’t a country. But it has Durgesh as its Mayor. Remember Durgesh was the democratic head of Hindu Vishv Underground that he claims to dissolve into Vyom.”
“Do you suspect that Ved Nagar is actually Hindu Vishv Underground now in the open?” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, suddenly asked gravely.
“Can you guarantee it can’t be?” Lily Turner watched her scrutinizing sharply.
“Well,” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf hesitated somewhat.
“Yes, come on. Tell me. Can you guarantee it can’t be?”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf shook her head,

Lily Turner looked at Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, and Wājidah Altāf.
“Mr. President has got to know the importance of the fact that Durgesh is the Mayor of Ved Nagar. Evelyn Carter must be made to understand how it will complete our defense perimeter.”
“I’ll take care of that,” promised Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance.
Lily Turner was uncertain,
“What Evelyn Carter achieves with Durgesh is vital to our interests.” She began thumbing through the papers on the desk of CIA Director. “At the same time, Evelyn Carter must be made aware of what kind of resistance she can expect from Durgesh.”
“Because Evelyn Carter isn’t a Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Musalmān Beauty?” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, teased Lily Turner.
“I don’t know.” Lily Turner winked at her, “maybe it’s Evelyn Carter’s own incompetence.”
“As a young American Beauty?” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā also winked at Lily Turner.
Lily Turner laughed.
“Do you expect much resistance from Durgesh?” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, asked gravely.
“I can’t say.” Lily Turner found the sheet of paper she had been hunting. “Akhilésh M. Āgnéý, our CIA station head at Ved Nagar, gave me a rundown on personal views of Durgesh about Evelyn Carter.”
“And you believe them?” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā said sharply.
“Well, I do understand both Durgesh and Akhilésh M. Āgnéý, CIA station head at Ved Nagar, might be playing their own game. But what the hell another alternative we have?”
“Remove Akhilésh M. Āgnéý, CIA Station Head at Ved Nagar, from that very important post.” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, advised curtly, “Some American citizen must be there, not an Indian.”
“Well, yes, our previous CIA Station Head at Ved Nagar, Della Turner, recommended Akhilésh M. Āgnéý for that post, but we should never forget that he is Sarvochch Dévarshi in Ārsh Sadan of HVSI.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā also said.
“What do you want to say?” Lily Turner asked them curtly, “Akhilésh M. Āgnéý can deliberately deceive us?”
“Not deliberately, not deliberately.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, raised her right hand to keep Lily Turner in her pants, “but you can’t guarantee the first loyalty of the Vedic Monotheist Hindus is to USA.”*

Lily Turner said gravely.
“I’ll give you, however, the essence of the sketch Akhilésh M. Āgnéý, CIA station head at Ved Nagar, provided to us. Durgesh doesn’t differentiate Evelyn Carter from his other Musalmān Live in Relationship Partners. However, there are natural scientific differences among Evelyn Carter and Durgesh’s other Musalmān Live in Relationship Partners. Durgesh can’t help us in this matter.”
Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf, the recommended Chief of Staff of White House, and Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, looked at each other.
Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, smiled,
“Lily, you were asking me once, why there’s restriction in Islam in Al Qur’an Al Karīm 2: 221:
Wa lā tankiħū almushrikāti ħattā yu’minn’
‘And do not marry polytheistic women until they bring īmān.’
Al Qur’an Al Karīm: 2: 221
“Now you are talking of scientific and natural differences between the Muslimāt and the non Muslimāt.”
“It’s what Durgesh believes in, not I.” Lily Turner smiled condescendingly, “So don’t try to impose what Durgesh believes in, on me. Moreover, I didn’t ask about this restriction in Al Qur’an Al Karīm 2: 221 only. According to Al Tārīkħ Al Islam, the entire Musalmīn were expressly ordered to divorce their entire wives who weren’t Muslimāt and refused to surrender to Islam. A large number of Non Muslimāt were forced to be divorced their duly married Musalmān husbands who were not Musalmīn when they married them. Wasn’t it a great injustice to them?”

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Chapter 24

Durgesh Evelyn Carter

Svarūpé Avasthānam

Evelyn Carter never approved of the policy Jimmy Carter had chosen, determined to follow, about Iran.

President of USA, Jimmy Carter, smiled at his cousin.

“Evelyn, I’m sorry. I can’t understand why you are so against Democracy.”

“You are flying in the seventh sky, Mr. President.” Evelyn Carter also smiled, yet her smile to Jimmy Carter was ironic somewhat, “You were born on 1st October 1924. It is 1977 December. How old are you? Fifty-three years. Aren’t you?”

President Jimmy Carter smiled at his twenty-eight years old cousin, Evelyn Carter.

She couldn’t grow up ever.

Even though she was twenty-five years younger to him, Evelyn Carter thought she understood the present world even more than the President of USA.

Iran is Not USA.” Evelyn Carter said.

“Thanks for telling me.” Jimmy Carter was now really enjoying Evelyn Carter’s arguments.

“You needed someone to tell you that Democracy isn’t possible in Iran.”

“My dear child,…”

“Don’t child me ever. I’m twenty eight already.”

President of USA, Jimmy Carter, laughed.

“Sorry, I had forgotten that you aren’t eighteen, your friend, Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg, is eighteen. You are twenty eight now.”

“Mr. President, I wasn’t born yesterday.” Evelyn Carter said smiling herself now.

“Of Course, doubtlessly. You are Miss America now.”

“Thank you. Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg is my friend, even while she is ten years younger than me, because she is mentally mature already.”


“Even Durgesh praises Nūrjahān Ghayās Beg’s brains.”

“But not yours?” President of USA, Jimmy Carter, teased her.

“Hey, what do you mean?” Evelyn Carter plunged at him, smiling of course.

President of USA, Jimmy Carter, laughed open heartedly and avoided her.*

Because of the early morning traffic, Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, was running somewhat late.

She was Secretary to Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance.

Normally, this was a relatively short ride from the Department of State to the CIA headquarters in Langley, Virginia.

Her boss, Secretary of State, Cyrus Vance, was busy with the President of USA, Jimmy Carter, himself.

In his absence, his secretary, Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, had to do what he couldn’t do himself.

It never happened before so much.

But now, her friend, Nafīsah Salmān, is managing the events in such a way that Dr. Åārifah Mustafā had usually to play, either this or that, important role in the Jimmy Carter administration.

Dr. Åārifah Mustafā wondered how Nafīsah Salmān managed it to do.

Certainly, she must have her own persons in the White House, as well as in the Jimmy Carter administration.

Who are they?

Sometimes, Dr. Åārifah Mustafā wondered whether Nafīsah Salmān isn’t working for Āyatullah Rūħullah Mustafvī Kħomeinī.

But then she warned herself:

Nafīsah Salmān is an ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girl.

How can she work for a Shiå revolution in Iran?’

Sure, she loves Durgesh, but Durgesh never differentiates among Islamic sects.

President of USA, Jimmy Carter, has decided to help Iranian people to overthrow the tyrannical regime of Shah Muħammad Rezā Pahalvī.

How Āyatullah Rūħullah Mustafvī Kħomeinī had succeeded in doing it?

Shah Muħammad Rezā Pahalvī is a thoroughly westernized person.

Āyatullah Rūħullah Mustafvī Kħomeinī is drastically against Western influence in not Iran only, but in entire Ummat-e-Muslimah.

Doesn’t President of USA, Jimmy Carter, know it?

How is it possible?

Then how President of USA, Jimmy Carter, has decided to help the uneducated/under educated people of Iran?

Doesn’t President of USA, Jimmy Carter, understand how uneducated/under educated even the Āyatullahs and the other clergymen are?

Democracy to Iran wouldn’t mean actual Democracy as it’s being exercised in Western Countries and in India.

It would be actually Shiå Islamic theocracy of the Āyatullahs and the other clergymen of Iran.

Why President of USA, Jimmy Carter, is allowing it?


Is he shrewd enough to have some hidden goal behind it nobody understands?

The 38th President of USA, Gerald Ford, wasn’t so implausible to understand him.

Even his predecessor, the 37th President of USA, Richard Nixon, wasn’t also so implausible.

None of them supported Āyatullah Rūħullah Mustafvī Kħomeinī, neither some other cleric in Iran.

Every one of them supported Shah Muħammad Rezā Pahalvī and his westernization of Iran.

In their opinion, Shah Muħammad Rezā Pahalvī was right in westernizing the country.

It was in the interest of the people of Iran.

It was what Mustafa Kemāl Atāturk did in Turkey and converted her into an Utmost Ultramodern Secular Muslim country.

Quaid-e-Åāzam Muħammad Ålī Jinnaħ had the same dream when he demanded and established Pakistan.

An Utmost Ultramodern thoroughly westernized secular Muslim country.

What a tragedy, India is now an Utmost Ultramodern Secular country having Hindu majority.

To protect minorities from the immense Hindu majority, the British had divided the Vast Hindu Majority even.*

It was less than a ten-mile ride from the center of Washington, D.C., to Langley.

Dr. Åārifah Mustafā’s driver did her best, but the traffic was intense every mile of the way.

Ultimately, her driver took the limousine through the Dolly Madison entrance to the CIA headquarters.

A guard with a clipboard routinely entered Dr. Åārifah Mustafā’s name.

He was already informed of her duly authorized coming there.

Once deposited in front of the blocklike glass and concrete building, Dr. Åārifah Mustafā stood to straighten out her excellent green suit she went inside the foyer.

The walls and columns, all marble, were formidable as ever.

The walls carried fifty-two small stars carved into them.

Every star of them represented a CIA man that lost his life in the service.

The CIA motto etched in a wall made Dr. Åārifah Mustafā inexplicably uneasy:


As Dr. Åārifah Mustafā crossed it, on the floor, she was once more conscious of the CIA emblem: a circle bearing a star on a shield and the bold lettering CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY/UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

At the far end of the foyer, two guards signaled Dr. Åārifah Mustafā up the flight of stairs that led to the badge room.

Dr. Åārifah Mustafā was still required there to obtain her identification badge.

She was annoyed somewhat.

There were five lifts waiting.

One was CIA Director’s private lift.

The four others were for the rest of the persons.

Dr. Åārifah Mustafā used one of the four.

It took her to the seventh floor nonstop.

The seventh floor had CIA Director’s penthouse office.

Once inside the vast office Dr. Åārifah Mustafā could make out that the others were already there.

She nodded to the President of USA, Jimmy Carter’s chief of staff.

Actually, the post was vacant since 1977 after Dick Cheney, the 46th Vice President of USA.

He was seventh White House Chief of Staff.

Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf’s name was recommended for the post.

President of USA, Jimmy Carter, hadn’t approved of it so far.

But it was under consideration.

Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf was therefore on probation somewhat, requested to hold the post.

President of USA, Jimmy Carter, took the office on 1977.

But in his opinion, there wasn’t any necessity to appoint an aide to such a post.

After all, Dick Cheney was on this post until 20th January 1977.

It was vacant since then already.*

Dr. Åārifah Mustafā nodded to the President’s recommended Chief of Staff, Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf.

She was comfortably seated across the desk from Lily Turner representing Stansfield Turner, the Director of CIA.

Neither the Director of CIA, Stansfield Turner, nor his deputy director for operations could attend this meeting.

Yet, the meeting was not less important.

It could easily be understood as it was organized at the CIA Headquarters.

Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf and Lily Turner, all the three had one common thing.

“Sorry to be late.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā smiled to Lily Turner, the representative of Director of CIA Stansfield Turner, “there must be a gold rush the way the cars are lined up out there.”

She put her briefcase.

“You are on time.” Smiled Lily Turner.

Dr. Åārifah Mustafā didn’t know her actual relationship with Stansfield Turner.

Neither had she wanted ever to know it.

Being duly authorized by Stansfield Turner, the Director of CIA himself and having the same surname ‘Turner’ as the Director himself had, Dr. Åārifah Mustafā assumed Lily Turner being someone in his relations as well as legally authorized to represent him in such cases as the present case was.

It wasn’t her headache as well.

She remembered all the three of them enjoyed sex with the great Durgesh in the White House Guest Accommodation itself.

Evelyn Carter was also there with them.

What a great sex miracle Durgesh was.

He fucked all the four in several sex positions nonstop for a whole week.

It brought all the four of them closer to each other.

Lily Turner sat seductively.

It was included now in her nature.

Her athletic beauty was not in any matter less remarkable than either Dr. Åārifah Mustafā or Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf.

Absently, Lily Turner shuffled the papers before her.

Ved Nagar,” she announced, and with that, the meeting came to order, “I understand, Dr. Åārifah Mustafā, that you and Nafīsah Salmān are briefing Evelyn Carter,” she noted her wristwatch, “―in an hour. Does Evelyn Carter have any idea of what’s at stake here?”

“I never anticipated our President would have such a faith in Evelyn Carter.” Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf commented.

“What Mr. President can do?” Lily Turner explained. “Valéry Giscard d’Estaing, the President of France is also visiting USA at the same time.”

“I’m unable to understand why Durgesh visits USA at the same time when our President himself can’t pay proper attention to him.” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā commented.

“Hey, Durgesh is our friend. Let Soviet Union worry about it. Why should we?”

“The Soviet Espionage is immensely smart. They have their own immensely beautiful Soviet Musalmān spies. Durgesh loves to fuck Musalmān Beauties as many as he can enjoy.”

Lily Turner smiled cunningly,

” Soviet Union is an atheist administration. So is her Soviet Espionage. They don’t believe in Svarūpé Avasthānam.”

Dr. Shāhidah Ashraf laughed triumphantly.

“That’s right. Soviet Union as well as her Soviet Espionage thinks Durgesh hasn’t attained his Svarūpé Avasthānam. There isn’t any Svarūpé Avasthānam whatsoever anywhere.”

“Do we ourselves believe it?” Dr. Åārifah Mustafā watched Lily Turner incredulously.

It was December 1977.

Soviet Union dissolved on 26 December 1991.

There were complete fourteen years now in the dissolution of Soviet Union.

Lily Turner ignored Dr. Åārifah Mustafā’s question deliberately.

She didn’t want to debate on Svarūpé Avasthānam once more.

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