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Durgesh

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Chapter 8

Durgesh Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī

Durgesh Dr. Saåīdah Qamar

I looked at Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.

“Well, the will is a public document. It can be read by anyone after probate. Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s father, didn’t want, naturally, to invite speculation about his relationship with Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq.”

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī grimaced.

“Everyone isn’t as bold as you are.”

“What do you mean?”

“You never tried to hide your relationships with women until and unless the women themselves requested you to do so.”

“Well, Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq had allowed Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī to keep it clandestine. It was their personal matter.”

“Speculation!” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī chuckled, “The old hypocrite. Everyone knows Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī kept her from day one. He must have left her something in the will too.”

“Well, you know he didn’t leave Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq nothing. It’s only that Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq isn’t in his will. Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq was provided for a year before the death of Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s father, at the beginning of his last illness.”

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī watched me apprehensively.

“I made his will for our firm HVS Law Internationals. Still Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī never told me what he gave to Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is trying to know asking you every now and then, you told me.” I was grave now, “It’s better you don’t know it.”

“Well, I want to know it myself.”

“I promised Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī and Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq, both, never to tell it to anyone. I’m sorry it wouldn’t be right for me to go into that, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī. There is a confidentiality in a relationship between─”

“I know, I know,” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī interrupted, “I just wondered how he felt about Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq at the end. Did he leave her the flat?”

“What if he did? Why Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is interested in it?” I said somewhat curtly, “It wasn’t Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s money. It wasn’t his flat. His father Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī built it with his own money. Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī could give him to any black thief even if he wanted to. Tell him if he tries to know again, it’s none of his business.”

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī suspects you fucked Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq even while his father, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, was alive.”

“The only person that could object it was Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s father, not Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” I said curtly, “Tell the stupid not to interfere with my affairs. Otherwise, even his Ammī wouldn’t be capable to save him.”

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.

“I’ve already advised the bastard accordingly.*

I looked at her.
“Damn it, Ħāfizah Ashraf, that’s one of you, my beloveds’, daughter you’re talking about. I want her here.”

“One of us, your beloveds’, daughter? I saw how she was looking at you! Not very daughterly, Durgesh.”

“Ħāfizah Ashraf ─”

“NO! You know I wanted you to fuck me out there by the pool, for reason. You just don’t want to share my attention. She’s such a homely dorky little thing anyway.”

I stared at Ħāfizah Ashraf gravely.
“Let me remind you, Ħāfizah Ashraf, you are my friend’s daughter actually, not a cook. You are living here with me only acting as my cook. Your Abbū, my friend, left you here only to help me for cooking until he didn’t find a suitable cook for me. You lied to him that the Musalmān terrorists were seeking you because they thought you are living in relationship with me, erroneously. My friend thought you are safer here with me in that case, than with him. I suspected your intentions ab initio. That’s why when you fucked me while I was sleeping; we have a Close Circuit TV recording of everything what you did with me.”
Ħāfizah Ashraf smiled.
“And you think, my Abbū, never knew what I was after?”
“Well?”
“He knows everything.”
Silence followed.

Suraiyā Ibrāhīm made a lot of noise as she came down the last few steps and turned into the kitchen.
I was pouring a juice for me and Ħāfizah Ashraf’s back was turned.
The air vibrated with tension.
I looked up and I was graver.

“Suraiyā Ibrāhīm cat, you look ─” I left my sentence incomplete.

Ħāfizah Ashraf turned to see and her mouth dropped open.
Suraiyā Ibrāhīm thought it was the closest she would ever come to a Cinderella Moment.
I walked over to her taking in every inch of her skin hugging, low cut, sophisticated black dress.
I reached out and fingered the delicate string of pearls.
My knuckles brushed her collarbone and sent goose bumps racing across her skin.
Then I turned and stuck my arm out like a proper gentleman.

“Madame, may I escort you to dinner?”

Suraiyā Ibrāhīm giggled at the unexpected joke and took my arm.
We strolled into the dining room leaving Ħāfizah Ashraf standing in the kitchen with her mouth hanging open.
I pulled her chair out and slid it under her, then seated myself.
Ħāfizah Ashraf stomped in the room with dinner plates.
She slammed down the chicken Caprese in front of Suraiyā Ibrāhīm and me so hard, our silverware rattled.
She left and returned with three glasses and started pouring sweet tea.

“This looks delicious, Ħāfizah Ashraf.” Suraiyā Ibrāhīm said trying to break the remaining tension.

“Oh thank you, dear,” Ħāfizah Ashraf replied with barely hidden sarcasm. “I’m sure you just love LOOKING at things.”

“Ħāfizah Ashraf!” my voice was raised. “Thank you for all your hard work today. Why don’t you take the night off? I think the robot maid can do the cleaning up.”

Ħāfizah Ashraf turned to me, silent, eyes wide.

“Good night, Ħāfizah Ashraf.” my voice was deep and threatening.

Ħāfizah Ashraf stood, unmoving, for a long uncomfortable Moment and then rushed out slamming every door on her way.*

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī enquired again.
“Did Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī let Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq keep her condo?”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked you it too?”
“He is very inquisitive.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī looked at me gravely.
“I see. Try to squeeze him more why he is so inquisitive? Have any idea?”
“Not until now.”
“Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī gave the condo to Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq years ago. Moreover, he made Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq a cash settlement too. A generous cash settlement. She is already living in comfort herself.”
“I see,” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī digested the information.
It wasn’t easy to get any information from me about my clientele if it weren’t utmost necessary for her to know.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was my associate attorney, as well as my live in relationship partner too, yet my clientele’s privacy was still a sacred thing I always guarded carefully.
That was why my clientele have faith in me more than they had in other lawyers, consultants and sex therapists.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was too inquisitive.
“How much of the estate did Abbū leave me, ma’am, actually?”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī had regarded him apprehensively.
“As I said the bulk of it. About the three quarters of it went to your sister, Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī.”
“Well, it isn’t any surprise. He never hid he thought Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī Bājī more efficient than I am. We differed only in one matter. Abbū claimed it was her own intelligence and I claimed it was Durgesh that was guiding her.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī retorted.
It wasn’t Al Nādir Al Ghāzī alone that attributed the Musalmān women’s intelligence to Durgesh, almost the entire Musalmān mankind did it.
Because it was a fact?
Well, somewhat it was true even, yet not to the extent, they claimed.
The Musalmān womankind herself wasn’t as stupid as they thought.
“How much?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked.
“To Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī?”
“To me.”
“I should estimate─ a worth of over a billion dollars.”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī sat down.
“Give me the rest of it, please,”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī couldn’t decide Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was really polite or he was especially polite to her because she was associated with Durgesh.
“What about the newspapers?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked patiently.
“Well, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, your Abbū, gave most of the newspapers to your elder sister, Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī. But there are still five left.”
“I’m interested in only one,” said Al Nādir Al Ghāzī patiently, yet with obvious efforts now to keep his patience, “The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Abbū’s flagship paper. The others are not rags. Yet, The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, that’s important. I agreed with Abbū that I would let him give his three quarters of estate to Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī Bājī if he gives The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah to me. He left me that, didn’t he?”
“Ah, yes,” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī fumbled with the pages of the document, “Yes, I was about to get to that.”*

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was impatient, but he didn’t want to show his impatience to Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Seven Movements Musalmān Beauties Brigade was constantly advertising everywhere deliberately that the Musalmān mankind was always impatient not to understand anything ever.
They always acted without trying to understand the entire things their opponents wanted to hide from them ever under their well-guarded secret strategy.
That’s why their brain never developed optimum.
The Musalmān womankind had always to live under their never understanding Musalmān mankind.
It was necessary therefore to use their brain as much as it was possible for them.
That’s why their brain developed more than the brain of their Musalmān mankind.
It was the matter of survival for the Musalmān womankind.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī always tried his best to prove this claim wrong.
He controlled himself.
“What’s there to get to?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī tried to smile, “It’s my Abbū’s one possession that matters to me utmost. That paper made him famous, until he became inattentive. I grew up on that paper. I know what to do with it. It is mine now, isn’t it?”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī enjoyed the situation.
Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī knew his son’s inhumane terrorist intentions.
He also knew Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was dying to fulfill them through The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
He wasn’t intelligent enough to understand that it became famous not due to its excellent journalism.
It represented Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ever infamous Seven Movements instead, clandestinely.
It was advertised orally everywhere by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Seven Movements Brigade.
They always purchased it.
They always advertised it.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never understood behind every successful newspaper and news channel there was a well-organized political organization represented by it, clandestinely.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī turned the pages of the will.
“Well, as to that, yes and no,” she said.
She found what she wanted and reread it to herself.
“Concerning The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, there is a restrictive clause.”
“I see. What’s that?”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was surprised to find Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was still patient.
He still wasn’t impatient even a bit.
It was a miraculous positive change in Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī has died waiting for it.
Nevertheless, ultimately Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī had succeeded to improve his otherwise rotten son to behave more intelligent for his own success.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī praised Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī genuinely but not openly.
She doubted Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s apparent patience heavily.
“Your Abbū bequeathed the newspaper to you but there is a restrictive condition.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī said patiently.
“What condition?”
“It’s an odd clause.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī watched Al Nādir Al Ghāzī carefully, “I remember when he inserted it.”
“Let’s come to the point.”
“You’re to have The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, of course. But conditionally, for a trial year. During that year you must at some point exceed the daily circulation of Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Times. If you can do that just once, the paper is yours permanently. If you fail, the newspaper must perforce be sold to Dr. Saåīdah Qamar of the Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Times. Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had made your Abbū an offer some months before his death. Yet, of course, that clause is inoperative if…”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī could not listen to her anymore.
His immediate reaction was,
‘The bastard Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot lover pervert. He always loved to lick Musalmān Cunts and female Musalmān ass, and clean them, after Durgesh fucked them. He was suffering from cancer and he believed it would cure him. Coincidentally he really was cured. The ever superstitious damn fool believed it was due to what he was doing, licking and cleaning the beautiful Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān ass of his beautiful Musalmān houseladies after Durgesh fucked them. Even Durgesh said it was a coincidence only. Yet he never believed Durgesh even. He believed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan instead that was already running ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement’. He was a pervert bastard that was supported by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. He succeeded because his success was beneficial to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. He didn’t have any talent whatsoever as it’s claimed everywhere.’

Yet, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī didn’t say it.
Instead, he said.
“Abbū always thought Dr. Saåīdah Qamar more intelligent than me, his own son. I’m glad that at least he gave me my chance. I have to prove myself more intelligent than Abbū’s real younger sister, my aunt, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar Buā? Okay.”*

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked at Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr.
It was more than obvious, Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr was worried.
Narendr has promised to do everything he can.” Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr said.
“I don’t think he can do very much. The Pakistani High Commissioner deliberately did it and I am sure Narendr Modi would never tolerate it.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar said gravely.
Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr clenched her fist.
“The separatists once more succeeded in keeping Pakistan separate from mainstream. Nawaz Sharif tried his best, but Imran Khan and Muħammad Tahir ul Qadri found it detrimental to their own political career.”*

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī looked at Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
“Your Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, was immensely influenced by Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr. Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr was actually his friend, philosopher and guide.”
“That was the actual problem the most of the Musalmīn hated my Abbū.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said scornfully.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled sarcastically.
“I don’t think so, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. Your Abbū was a more respected figure among journalists than you can even imagine.”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī controlled himself.
Allah, how the hell he forgot Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was an ardent fan of Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr and Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā both.
Despite the fact that Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr and Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā never married they were one of the most successful couples of Global fame.
They had ten sons.
Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was the eldest of the ten sons Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā and Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr had.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was proud of herself that she meticulously succeeded in keeping her live in relationship with me clandestine.
Her shrewd co wives, Dr. Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, Dr. Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Dr. Tasnīm Jamāl were themselves not born yesterday.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was thirty-three now.
Dr. Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was thirty two, Dr. Tasnīm Jamāl was thirty one and Dr. Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was too around somewhere the same age group.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had found Dr. Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Dr. Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī to grab my Uncut Hindu Lund every now and then playfully.
It was really a miracle to her that none of the both had still succeeded in having sex with me formally, despite the long three years that had passed.
It was difficult to decide among them who was more beautiful and cunning.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was the one actually.
She was sucking me now, giving me an extraordinary blowjob.
“Hey Durgesh, you got an itch there?” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar joked.

“Why? You want to scratch it?” I teased her back.

“Hey, you’re being bad, now.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar mockingly replied.

“Oh, I think you can handle it,” and I gave Dr. Saåīdah Qamar the big grin, one more in a series of them we’d seemed to share.

“I don’t know, let’s see,” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar said and leaned toward me in my chair holding my hands out and motioning to me.

“Huh?” I wasn’t sure where Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was headed.

“Come here and sit up,” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar instructed, and when I did, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar took my right hand into her hands and turned it so it faced palm forward and fingers up.
I looked at Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was close enough now to smell my musky and distinctive scent.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar held my hand up with her left hand and then she pressed her right hand against mine.

In a low voice, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked me in the eyes and slowly said, “Durgesh, I think you’re right. … I think I can handle it.”

There was no mistake what Dr. Saåīdah Qamar meant.

There was no longer a smile on either of our faces, but there was an intensity and closeness ready to explode.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar then surprised me, saying,
“There’s a bathroom in the pool house if you need to use it. I’m gonna get some more beer out of there to take in the house.”

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked at me with a grin as Dr. Saåīdah Qamar stood, not saying a word.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar must have been out of her mind, because Dr. Saåīdah Qamar tugged the wrap from my waist and just let it fall to the ground, leaving her little bikini facing me and just inches from my face.
I paused and let me stare.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar then turned and walked up toward the pool house.

What was Dr. Saåīdah Qamar thinking?
From inside, if anyone had been looking, it’d have been like Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was taking it off right there in my face, teasing me and working me up all the more.
And then, when Dr. Saåīdah Qamar walked up toward the pool house, well …for me to just shake her tight Musalmān ass back and forth, knowing good and well I was looking.
It probably would’ve looked even obscene.
Nevertheless, no one was looking.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar got inside the pool house and it was dark, given the late afternoon/ early evening time.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar didn’t turn on a light, and she didn’t hear if I was coming in behind her.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar just made her way to the room in the back that did have some light barely shining through.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar still didn’t hear me coming inside the pool house.
Yet, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar didn’t turn around or pause.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was confident there was no question I was coming in the house and coming into this bathroom.
I was coming for Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar realized.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked into the mirror and smiled at my reflection, “you are really, really a bad girl.”

Then Dr. Saåīdah Qamar jumped.
She was startled by seeing me now standing behind Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.
We were looking now at each other in our reflections.

Nothing was said as I moved closer behind Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt my utmost experienced Hindu hands on her perfectly round, firm, gorgeous, ever glamorous, heavy, big, plump, excellent, exquisite, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks and then my Hindu male lips on her neck.
My lips kissed gently at her neck as my arms enveloped Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.
My arms held Dr. Saåīdah Qamar close to me and for the first time Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was aware of my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund pressing her.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt the contour of it in her shorts as it snaked down my leg.
I felt very hard.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar raised her hands up over her head to reach behind her for my face and hair, stroking me and letting me have unfettered access to her top.
I reached around, and in one motion, I rubbed under the bikini top and had my hands on her bare Musalmān tits.
They were just a little bigger than my handfuls, but the nipples were large and thick.
They got thicker as I rubbed her beautiful Musalmān tits and pulled on her nipples, making Dr. Saåīdah Qamar hum.

After I had had my way with her beautiful Musalmān tits for a while, I wanted to know the effect I was having on the thirty-three years old, young, extremely beautiful, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.
I was grateful to her husband that he suspected his entire extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wives were having extramarital affair with me.
It was not so then.
Dr. Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Dr. Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī were only teasing him grabbing my Uncut Hindu Lund before him, but Dr. Saåīdah Qamar wasn’t doing even that.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar did it when her husband actually deserted them on erroneous suspicions.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar took my right hand in the both of her hands and slowly moved it down her front, never letting it leave her soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān skin.
My rugged and calloused hand was a nice contrast to her young soft Musalmān skin, as we both watched what she was doing in the mirror.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar stopped my hand with her right hand, as it cupped her tummy.
I pressed slightly feeling her softness there.
Then, when she was sure I had my eyes looking in the mirror at my hand right above her crotch, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar took my left hand and pulled open her bikini bottom, pulling it down somewhat in the process.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar let me see the blondish-brown curls nestled atop her special little place down there.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar then looked into my eyes in the reflection, as her right hand pushed my right hand on downward until my palm cupped her beautiful mound.
I definitely did press forward then.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar let my head fall back on the nook between her shoulder and neck when Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt those thick Uncut Hindu Lund wiggle at her Musalmān gash.

I felt her juices soak my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar moaned a low and throaty response as I worked my Uncut Hindu Lund over and around her pussy lips, then plunging it inside her.

“AAAAHHHH…” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar groaned as I plundered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot unrestricted.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar bucked against my Uncut Hindu Lund, and I obliged Dr. Saåīdah Qamar by pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund deeper, using my thumb to graze over her hard clit.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was as turned on as she had ever been before.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar didn’t care now, if the entire world watched, because this was what Dr. Saåīdah Qamar wanted and what Dr. Saåīdah Qamar needed.
She had to have me.

I sensed this, as Dr. Saåīdah Qamar released her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot from my Uncut Hindu Lund, and then pushed her upper torso forward so that her upper body was now lying over the tile counter.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt her legs spread her stance apart, shifting her legs. Dr. Saåīdah Qamar let out a little crying sound at the feeling of being totally in my control and bent over to my will.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked up into the mirror and I disappeared behind her, descending out-of-view.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked straight ahead.
She was close to the mirror and my reflection, wondering what was to come next.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt my hands at her smooth pink Musalmān thighs, a gentle lifting motion putting her a little higher onto the counter.
I was basically doing what Dr. Saåīdah Qamar wanted to her, and her body was completely mine to have.

It was then that Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt my Uncut Hindu Lund nudge between her legs from behind and Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt my Uncut Hindu Lund touch her ravenous Musalmān clit.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar let out a yelp at the surprise of this.
and then Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt my Uncut Hindu Lund trace slowly from the front of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, into and onto the lips of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and pull back up into her backside.
I rubbed at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot two or three times , dragging my Uncut Hindu Lund through her as she groaned.
I was tasting juices around my Uncut Hindu Lund that were flowing freely.
There was a pause where Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt nothing for a moment and then Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt me drag my Uncut Hindu Lund from the back of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot slowly up the crack of her beautiful Musalmān ass.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had never felt anything like that before and the sheer wantonness of it made her come and come hard, as I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund around her Musalmān asshole and poked at her puckered Musalmān hole.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was dizzy with the sensations.
I again moved away from Dr. Saåīdah Qamar for a moment.
I stood and Dr. Saåīdah Qamar saw me behind her.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked at me in the mirror, and as our eyes met, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar winked mischievously.
I silently nodded.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar took my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund with her right hand and placed the head of it to her labial lips back there.
My left hand rested on her back, in effect keeping Dr. Saåīdah Qamar pinned.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar liked the sense of not having any control whatsoever, and I knew what was coming.
Her juices flowed.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar traced the unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lundhead back and forth, up and down her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty-three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips spreading her juices around and getting her good and ready.

After some of this teasing, I pushed a couple of inches inside of Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and Dr. Saåīdah Qamar took in a deep breath, gasping loudly.
The thickness of my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund was something she was enjoying since past three years.
Thank goodness, I always knew what I was doing.
I let Dr. Saåīdah Qamar once more get used to me, only moving again once her opening had relaxed somewhat.

It was while I was gently rocking back and forth inside of Dr. Saåīdah Qamar that she did relax more.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar surprised me when she pushed back against me.
Even so, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar couldn’t get me more than half way inside on that push.
Nevertheless, it was the move I’d waited on.
Because I pulled back after a moment until I was just about out.
We caught each other’s look again in the mirror, and in that instant, I knew what was coming. I wondered if maybe─ just maybe─ she’d finally overdone it.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar thrust her perfectly round, firm, gorgeous, ever glamorous, heavy, big, plump, excellent, exquisite, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks hard against me and Dr. Saåīdah Qamar cried out.
It was both pain and intense pleasure, as I bore into Dr. Saåīdah Qamar with long powerful Hindu strokes.

I was now fucking Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and fucking Dr. Saåīdah Qamar hard.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had no control or movement to it, instead I held her on to the counter and I took Dr. Saåīdah Qamar repeatedly.
I was incredibly hard and filled Dr. Saåīdah Qamar up with each downstroke.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar made noises and groaned, and I distinctly remembered the expression “fucking like animals”—this is what it was.
Just primal pounding of Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and me going at it, and nothing but our panting and the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the room.
None knew how long it continued similarly.

The orgasms and sensations flowed over her.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar thought Dr. Saåīdah Qamar might really pass out. After a while, I was close and I pushed in deeper.
I was close and I held my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund deepest in her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, extremely lovely, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, pink, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar fell to her knees, facing opposite me.
Her beautiful, extremely enticing, extremely lovely, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, pink, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks fitted my nude Hindu lap optimum.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked behind at me.
I looked down at her, and then with my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund between us I pumped it into her.
My come shot into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
After the first few threads, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar closed her labial lips around my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund, sucking the last drops from my thick head, her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes locked to mine.
We both were now savoring our intense love for each other.
She never knew she loved and needed me so much.
Allah!

Chapter 9
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 16

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 16

Durgesh Al Mujāhidah Al Islam

Durgesh Bilqīs Siddīqī

Durgesh Waħīdah Åbbās

Despite severe protests from, my Live in Relationship Partner, ultimately, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam was married to the young man she decided to.

Her Ammī, Navīdah Taqaddus, wanted her daughter to accept her Live in Relationship too with me.

Durgesh is fit for you JetMusalmān Beauties too, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam.” Navīdah Taqaddus had beamed, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has proved it now.”

Al Mujāhidah Al Islam was not habitual of watching her extremely beautiful Ammī, Navīdah Taqaddus nude, being fucked by me.

She was feeling abnormal.

“Ammī, you shouldn’t have called me here while you are enjoying your Live in Relationship with Durgesh.”

Navīdah Taqaddus smiled cunningly.

“It’s alright, honey. You are an adult now yourself.”

“So what?”

“So you can understand very well, we all the womankind need it. It’s natural and even necessary for the survival of our human race.”

“Ammī, I didn’t want to see you about our human race. I wanted to see you about my real Abbū’s will.”

“I know, honey.” Navīdah Taqaddus smiled patiently.

She was nude on her knees.

I too was nude and I was fucking Navīdah Taqaddus from her behind.

Navīdah Taqaddus and I both loved very much that her gorgeous glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān buttocks filled my Hindu lap each time I thrust my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

Navīdah Taqaddus’s ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot gripped my Uncut Hindu Lund so greedily and so ravenously that I enjoyed it very much.

Navīdah Taqaddus was not Al Mujāhidah Al Islam’s real Ammī.

Al Mujāhidah Al Islam’s real Ammī was Nāsirah Ħamīd.*

Nāsirah Ħamīd remembered the first TV transmissions.

Enjoying my Uncut Hindu Lund in her smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Nāsirah Ħamīd had replayed them so many times.

Nāsirah Ħamīd was not interested in Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Times.

At least not to the extent Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and Al Mujāhidah Al Islam were.

She remembered how desperately Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and Al Mujāhidah Al Islam fought for the control of  Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Times.

Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had exerted his entire efforts in raising the newspaper.

They called it HLMCh Times on the line of HVSI Times.

Nāsirah Ħamīd was there when Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund to win me on his side.

After all, I was the Supreme Media Emperor today.

HVSI controlled the entire media today virtually due to my extraordinary watchfulness.

For Nāsirah Ħamīd it didn’t make any difference whether Dr. Saåīdah Qamar owned Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Times or Al Mujāhidah Al Islam.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was her best friend and Al Mujāhidah Al Islam was her own daughter.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar grinned sucking my Uncut Hindu Penis passionately:

“You mean formally, like in those movies where relatives get together in a room to hear the old man’s will?”

I squeezed Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s gorgeous Musalmān buttocks.

“Sālī, it isn’t a will. It’s a Settlement Deed. I said it’s a short testament. As far as the wills are concerned, Hearst’s will was 125 pages long. Our Settlement Deed is only 37 pages. Relatively short for so complex an estate.”

I’d undressed Dr. Saåīdah Qamar completely in the meantime.

She was a startling, a dazzling Musalmān Beauty.

It was the first time I was going to enjoy her to my heart’s content.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had undressed me too herself.

We both were crazy to enjoy sex with each other.

“Just give me the essence.” She said, “I’ll read the whole Settlement Deed when I have more time. You can give me a copy. Right now the essence. Did we get all of it as we demanded, or most of it?”

“He left you four the bulk of his estate.” I smiled.

“Along with your Uncut Hindu Lund?” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar winked at me.

I positioned her on her knees and entered Dr. Saåīdah Qamar first time from her gorgeous behind.

Eīshān, what a contention!

I felt myself entering in heaven as my Uncut Hindu Lund penetrated Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

Ahh!

One inch.

Two inch.

Three inch.

We both were enjoying the penetration.

Six inches.

Ten inches completely.

My Uncut Hindu Lund entirely vanished into her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

Her utmost soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān buttocks had filled my nude Hindu lap fully.

We both had closed our eyes.

We both wanted to savor this moment.

My Uncut Hindu Lund had entered her Musalmān Choot deepest.*

Wasīm looked at me.

“Dad, I never wanted to talk with you in the matter.”

“No problem,” I smiled, “Al Nåmat Al Islam herself came to me.”

Wasīm looked at me,

“I’ve forgotten Al Nåmat Al Islam. The very moment I saw you making love with her, I knew she wasn’t made for me.”

“Wasīm, find an appropriate girl for yourself and take interest in Business.”

“I’m doing, Papa Jī. But not in the way you are.”

“Have your own way, my child.”

“You don’t want your sons to help you?”

“I’ve countless sons, Wasīm. I’ve countless Live in Relationship Partners too. There are countless friends too I have. If some of my sons don’t want to join me in my business, I can afford their independence.”

“I can see. Why didn’t you allow Ammījān the same independence, Papa Jī?”

I digested the information.

Wasīm was not talking about now that Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl was his real father.

His Ammī Kħālidah Ashraf left Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  not because he was a softie Congressman, because Kħālidah Ashraf had lied to his only son.

Wasīm was actually my son and Kħālidah Ashraf refused to Live in Relationship with me.

She named my son, Prajésh, Wasīm, in protest.

Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  and Kħālidah Ashraf were never husband and wife.

They were only legally so.

I watched Wasīm gravely.

“How much you know, son?”

“Only what I have been told, Papa Jī. I ask you why I couldn’t enjoy my father’s love.”

“Your Ammī didn’t allow me to do anything for you Prajésh.”

Wasīm looked at me gravely.

“My name is Wasīm and I am a Musalmān.”

Pseudo Musalmān, you mean?”

“No, I don’t believe in Årab Imperialism. I believe in true Islam and true Islam only.”

I smiled.

“That’s better. So you offer Taħannus as well as Assalāt every day?”

“My stepfather Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  said it isn’t necessary. Ammījān also confirmed it.”

“Look, Prajésh,…”

“Call me Wasīm, please.”

“You love the name given to you by your Ammī, more?” I smiled patiently.

“That’s the only name I’ve been called with now.”

“Your Ammī told you that I’m your real father?”

“She didn’t. But I know.”

“How?”

“Papa Jī, is it so important?”

“Okay, if you don’t want to tell me that, it’s alright with me.” I smiled at Prajésh patiently.

“You allowed my Ammī to detriment my life.”

“Who says?”

Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  uncle. And my other friends also do it.”

“As soon as you knew that your Ammī hadn’t any actual marital relationship with Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl , I am your real father, why didn’t you come to me Prajésh?”

“I was angry with you. You left me on the mercy of my not so brilliant Ammī and uncle Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  that loved my Ammī, but my Ammī never did love him the way he wanted. Yet you allowed Ammī to marry him, even if legally. Didn’t you?”

“You are right my son. And I’m not angry that you were angry with me.”

“Papa Jī.”

“I can understand. You were angry with me because you wanted me to fight with your Ammī for your possession.”

“Shouldn’t you have?”

“No. You needed your Ammī more then. A father, however efficient he is, can’t replace a mother ever. Only because your Ammī was acting childish, I couldn’t punish you separating you from your Ammī.”

Prajésh’s eyes were suddenly full of tears.

“I’m sorry Papa Jī. You can call me Prajésh.”

I pulled my son into my arms.

He embraced me passionately.

“I’m sorry Papa Jī. I’m sorry.”

“Nonsense. You are my son. You don’t need to be sorry my boy. Rather I’m sorry that I couldn’t control your Ammī to the extent that you hadn’t missed my love.”*

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at me.

“I’m elder than you, Fātimah. Yet you understood Muħammad Ůsmān better than I did. Sorry. Before his desperate attempt to stage an accident itself, I could never understand what a devil my Musalmān husband, Muħammad Ůsmān, was.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled ironically.

“His parents named him Muħammad Ůsmān, after the great name of Kħalīfatul Musalmīn Ħazrat Ůsmān Ghanīrzu. Did they know their son would be a blot to the name of Kħalīfatul Musalmīn Ħazrat Ůsmān Ghanīrzu?”

“Poor parents dream about their children and the children never care a damn what their parents had dreamt of them.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her elder sister.

“It’s alright. Let’s not talk about that now. We’ll get along all right.”

“I don’t think he wouldn’t attempt something detrimental to us.”

“I understand. I’ll go down and try to find out how detrimental he can prove to be to us. Leave the bastard to me. You take it easy.”

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Fātimah through the door.

Then she picked up the book she was reading:

Årab Mahā Bhārat’.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gently closed the door and walked quietly down the stairs.

Muħammad Ůsmān folded the newspaper.

The pencil was no longer behind his ear.

“Drink, my lady, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā?”

“No, thanks.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sat down on the sofa chair opposite Muħammad Ůsmān.

She accepted one of his cigarettes, leaned forward for his lighter, sat back and looked at Muħammad Ůsmān steadily.

Muħammad Ůsmān, don’t you think it might be a good plan if we all three sat down and had business chat?”

Muħammad Ůsmān raised his eyebrow.

“What about Bilqīs Siddīqī and Waħīdah Åbbās?”

“I’d manage both of them.”

“Anything wrong?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was in tonight.”

“I see. The Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā original?” Muħammad Ůsmān smirked, “What does our great lady want?”

“She wants to buy the business― a controlling interest in it.”

“She doesn’t. HVSI actually.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

“HVSI doesn’t need to enter in our business through Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. Durgesh already has the controlling interest. HVSI itself has its entire assets in the name of Durgesh.”

“Then?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has her own movements Durgesh doesn’t approve of― ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’, ‘Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh’, ‘Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club’, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club’. She is the new President of Saůūdī Årab now. I think she is also working on the same plan HVSI is working.”

“Impossible, my lady. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan can’t have any conflict of interest with Durgesh or HVSI.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Muħammad Ůsmān bitterly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is overconfident. She thinks she can manage her movements through JetMusalmān BeautiesSquad so as to HVSI would play in her hands as Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī did in Everfirst Satyug, Everfirst Brāhm Kalp.”

Muħammad Ůsmān jumped almost as if.

Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī?”

Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī.”

“You mean Hindu History is true?”

“It seems to be so.”

“Nonsense.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah blasted her bombshell patiently.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is a stockholder now.”

“A stockholder!” Muħammad Ůsmān exclaimed.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah saw swift alarm on his face.

Then he hastily averted his eyes.

“Why, how the devil could she―”

Nafīsah Salmān Ammī. I think Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan managed her somehow to turn over the stock. I should have picked up that stock before Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could have it. Damn, I’d entirely forgotten about it. It’s such a small block―”

Muħammad Ůsmān seemed positively relieved.

He laughed.

“What Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan can do with that? It’s only five shares. That’s a drop in the bucket. Moreover we have Durgesh with us. However shrewdest businesswoman Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan maybe, she isn’t Durgesh after all. Durgesh has broken all the previous records of money, love, sex and power. He is the most successful man now. HVSI is the most successful ideological family organization that doesn’t have born Hindus only in it now. So many Musalmīn, Christians, Jews and even atheists are also in it.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shook her head.

Durgesh is with us. Yes, but even then Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan won’t be pushed around. She wants something. I can’t ignore her. Being a stockholder Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is entitled to look in our books. Perhaps that’s what she wants. I don’t know. I’m going to talk with Durgesh about it.”

Durgesh? He is with us, but he isn’t specialized in such cases. He is murder case specialist. Isn’t he?”

“Well, it’s his own shop in a way. This needs someone who can do more than just look in a law book and tell us what the law is. It needs someone who understands Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan as well. It needs a lot of legal ingenuity.”

“Well, Durgesh is the man all right to handle Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. But I still think you’re making a mountain out of a molehill.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched him sternly.

“I thought it would be a good plan to take up all of the stock certificates and the stock book. Durgesh can want to see them.”

Muħammad Ůsmān laughed.

“Oh, you don’t need to do that.”

“Why?”

“It isn’t necessary.”

“Nevertheless, I want to have them with me when I discuss them with Durgesh.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Muħammad Ůsmān sharply, “Is there anything why shouldn’t I?”

“Well, “ Muħammad Ůsmān smiled, “I’ve got an important appointment in the morning. That stock is in the safety deposit box.”

“Sure?”

“What do you mean?”

“The stock is really in the safety deposit box?”

“My lady you are insulting me.”

“That’s right.”

“Fātimah.”

“Yet, this insult is not even the trailer what you’d have to face if you’ve done something sinister.”

“I am not so mad.”

“You are, Kħalīfatul Musalmīn, you are.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled sweetly, somewhat exaggerating it, “I’m telling you so that you can’t complain me that I didn’t warn you. I want to see that stock now myself with my own eyes. I wasn’t born yesterday, Muħammad Ůsmān.”

Muħammad Ůsmān was white faced now.

“I’m sorry that you are always against me due to this or that reason. I have an important appointment I say. I can take it to Durgesh later on. My appointment is with an insurance company adjuster. If I cancel it it’d be hard to get him again. I’ve already had a lot of trouble getting him on the job.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I know. What do you think I’m dumb enough not to understand even that?”

“What was the accident anyway?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled unsympathetically, “You never told me anything about it. I learnt of it from Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī.”

“You won’t believe me as you say, but it was one of those cases where some guy comes down the street, crocked to the eyebrows. I wasn’t even in the car. I had it parked at the curb. I don’t know how in the world how he managed to smash it up the way he did. He must have skidded into it from the side.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.

“You can’t make even a good story, Muħammad Ůsmān.”

“I know you don’t believe me. That’s why you both brought Durgesh between us and cuckolded me. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, you Musalmān Beauties love Hindus to the extent that you never give us Musalmīn even the benefit of doubt.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah cooed.

“We Musalmān Beauties never have any doubt whatsoever, my dear, in you Musalmīn’s criminal skills. You Musalmīn out excel in it everyone. You hate ultramodern education childishly. Consequently most of you Musalmīn are uneducated/under educated. What job can you get therefore except pertaining to some criminal activities? So, since there isn’t any doubt whatsoever why there’d be any benefit of doubt?”

“I can’t make you to act sane somewhat.”

“Did you get the number of his automobile who skidded into yours from the side you say?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled skeptically.

“Unfortunately not.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.

“I say I wasn’t there.” Muħammad Ůsmān watched her contemptuously, “The car was parked. A couple of people saw it and told me about it. Unfortunately they were too dumb to get his license number.”

“Nonsense. I am not too dumb to believe that. Well, would you get down to the safety deposit box and―”

“I’m sorry. That’s absolutely impossible. You won’t believe me I know. Yet, I have two or three appointments in the morning. I just can’t cancel them now. But if Durgesh needs the stock, I’ll bring it in later.”

“Listen to me you stupid.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah suddenly said harshly, “I don’t think you have the stock anymore and Vallah, I promise you that you’d regret it. Muħammad Ůsmān, I won’t kill you because I’m not a criminal as you are. But if my suspicion is true, you’d find yourself in such a legal dilemma, you’d regret forever why you betrayed us.”

Muħammad Ůsmān was dumbfounded.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stalked to the door, out in the evening.*

Prajésh watched his ardent Musalmān Ammī, Kħālidah Ashraf with anxious eyes.

He has successfully managed to bring her into her Live in Relationship with me but she still had complaints against me.

“Ammī, Papa Jī was right.” Prajésh/Wasīm tried once more to explain my actions to Kħālidah Ashraf.

“Shut up, Wasīm.” Kħālidah Ashraf tried to stand up from my lap, but I pulled her there once again.

Kħālidah Ashraf fidgeted but she was glad in her heart that I had pulled her back to my lap.

What a damnfool she was.

Only because Durgesh didn’t marry her she was angry with her only love.

Now she understands it was her blunder.

It was better that Wasīm didn’t hear her.

Otherwise his entire life would have been destroyed too.

Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  proposed her and she married him only to punish Durgesh.

Durgesh tried to explain to her why he couldn’t marry her, why he had to marry Saiyadah Fātimah PhD.

But Kħālidah Ashraf was too angry to listen to him.

She smiled to herself.

Durgesh really love her.

Why otherwise did he warn Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl ?

Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl , she is a damnfool.”

Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  smiled.

“Because she isn’t marrying you? Durgesh, they call you Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! But it doesn’t mean you are really Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties. You want to keep her as one more out of your countless Musalmān mistresses. Kħālidah Ashraf is a young Musalmān lady of self-respect. She refused your offer.”

“You are yourself a damnfool, Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl .” I smiled, “You don’t love Kħālidah Ashraf.”

“How do you know?” Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  chuckled.

“Your Dīdī Umā Shukl told me so.”

“Dīdī wants to please you. She loves you.”

“Umā is my wife.”

“Your one more Brāhmañ Live in Relationship Partner. Not wife.”

“Idiot, my every Live in Relationship Partner is actually my wife. You Congressmen have played in the hands of utmost communal Mullahs and Maulavīs.”*

I kissed Kħadījah Muħammad.

“No need for you to wait, Kħadījah. That brief took less time than I thought it would. I’ll sit around and read the advance decisions until one.”

“Keep on fucking me, please.” Kħadījah Muħammad pleaded, “I need you inside there very much.”

I smiled.

Kħadījah, you need sleep too, my darling.”

“You promised me you’d never refuse to fulfill my any desire because I sacrificed my position to Saiyadah Fātimah PhD to please Pitr’shrī.”

“Okay, okay.”

“I want to wait.”

“There’s nothing you can do, darling. I’ll talk with her and…”

“No.” Kħadījah Muħammad interrupted, “I want to meet her myself. She charged me I’m favoring Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan beyond all limits. I want to―”

“Nonsense. You know Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sometimes break every limit. She is Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā.”

“One and the same thing.” I smiled in my casual manner.

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled too.

She knew how deceptive my casual manner was to the witnesses.

Many a witness was misled by my casual manner.

They fabricated a story on the witness stand with every assurance that their prevarications were completely concealed.

But when they were enjoying their ‘victory’ on me, they suddenly found themselves facing a pair of granite hard black eyes, and realized only too late of course, the savage belligerency I could bear down with, on a perjurer, the rapier-like thrusts of my agile mind.

But, for the most part, it pleased me to assume a good-natured, easy going attitude of careless informality.

I liked the conventional ways of doing things only if they produced better results.

Kħadījah Muħammad was not my personal secretary.

She was my business partner as well as one of my infinite Live in Relationship Partners.

Normally we were suspected to be Parahumans.

Yet, not all of us.

My comparatively new Live in Relationship Partners were not Parahuman.

Yet, due to their sexual relations with me, they were also on the pathway of being Parahuman.

They were Posthuman already.

After my Svarūpé avasthānam, self-synchronization, my foes were more afraid of me now.

Yet, still there were some miscreants who hated me very much when I protected some innocents from their insincere cruel activities.

Kħadījah Muħammad had that rare companionship with me that was the outgrowth of two congenial people devoting themselves to a common cause.

In her ever efficient leadership, my entire Live in Relationship Partners with me, were always able to function with the perfect co-ordination of a well-trained football team, whenever the going got rough.

Yet, it was very rare that the going got rough.

We were too vigilant to let it happen.

The telephone rang.

It was the landline.

Kħadījah Muħammad picked up the receiver.

“Hello, yes, it’s Kħadījah Muħammad his Live in Relationship Partner. Can’t you speak more clearly? Who is it? What’s that name? Shaguftah Rashīd?”

Kħadījah Muħammad turned to me.

She cupped her hand over the mouthpiece.

Durgesh, she is drunk.”

Shaguftah Rashīd?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Let me talk with her anyway.”

“You are fucking drunken Musalmān Beauties nowadays?”

“Nonsense. You know me better, stupid.”

Kħadījah Muħammad handed me the phone.

“Hello, it’s Durgesh, What’s it Shaguftah Rashīd?”

The voice that came on the receiver was so thick that I could understand it with difficulty what Shaguftah Rashīd was saying.

“Hi, Durgesh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I don’t think we can meet now at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. I― I think I’m poisoned.”

“What?” I was suddenly all alert, “Where are you?”

“Poisoned.” Shaguftah Rashīd said wearily, “they― they got me despite my every precaution.”

“Your husband?”

“I think so.”

“Damn it. The hell. Where are you?”

“Thought I was smarter―”

“Stop telling me anything else, you idiot. Tell me where you are. Nothing else. Let me come there.”

The words came with an effort.

They were interspersed with intervals of heavy breathing.

“Apartment… Box of candy… ate… sick… Can’t … Can’t … please send help… Get police… Get… Get…”

The conversation terminated in a crash.

It was as if the telephone was dropped to the floor.

I said,

“Hello, Shaguftah Rashīd… hello Shaguftah Rashīd.”

There was nothing to be heard.

Then, after a moment, the receiver clicked into place at the other end of the line.

Kħadījah Muħammad had dashed to her mobile the minute she heard me asking ‘where are you’.

She tried to ask the exchange operator to trace the call.

Even then Kħadījah Muħammad was too late.

The receiver had been hung up at the other end before Kħadījah Muħammad had finished explaining what was wanted.

She waited at her mobile long enough to learn that there was no possibility of tracing the call anymore.

Then, she looked at me.

“What was it?” Kħadījah Muħammad asked me.

“She says someone sent her a box of candy. She ate the candy. It was poisoned. She certainly sounds sick or drunk. Now, the problem is I don’t know her.”

“What? I thought you have already fucked her.”

“How? On the phone? I’ve never met her and―”

“And?”

“And I doubt her name Shaguftah Rashīd is also phony.”

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?”

“That’s right.”

“Hey, she can’t inform you she is poisoned using her phony name.”

“You may be right.”

“Now what?”

“Assuming her name is true the question is, what’s her address, where is she?  Kħadījah, see if there’s any Shaguftah Rashīd listed in the telephone directory?”

Kħadījah Muħammad thumbed through the pages of the telephone directory.

“No, there isn’t.”

I looked at my watch.

“We’ve got to locate this Shaguftah Rashīd. That call sounded genuine to me. Police.”

I grabbed my mobile and contacted Commissioner of Police himself.

“Hello, Muħammad, Durgesh here.”

“Well, well, well, you rascal, at this time―”

“Muħammad Åbdullah, I want quick action from your police.”

“You mean business?”

“Of course, listen to me. I had a call a few minutes ago from a Shaguftah Rashīd. She said that she was at an apartment. I presume it’s an apartment where she lives, but she didn’t say so. I don’t know the address. I don’t know anything about her, except that I had an appointment with her in Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club for Masked Fucking at one o’clock this morning. She is my shareholder.”

Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club?”

“I said my shareholder. Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club is not my project.”

“Sorry, HVSI?”

“HVSI.”

“Why do you hate Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club so much?”

“That name is being used to irritate Musalmīn. It’s detrimental to Hindu Muslim unity. Do you need anything more that I should hate it?”

“No. But it’s one of your Live in Relationship Partners’ movement. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bhābhījān is behind it.”

“That doesn’t make it virtuous. Does it?”

“I didn’t mean that.”

“Come to the point, Muħammad. This isn’t the proper time to discuss the activities of my Live in Relationship Partners. Now get this straight. The so called Shaguftah Rashīd said over the telephone that someone had sent her a box of poisoned candy. She sounded very ill. Her speech was thick, and apparently she either fell over or the telephone from her hand as she was talking. Then the receiver was dropped back into place. She seemed to think she’d been poisoned to keep her from talking.”

“You can’t give us an address, Durgesh?”

“No.”

“Well, we’ll try our best. She must be registered as a voter at least. We’ll look her up. If that name is phony none can save her, I’m sorry.”

“Call back me, Muħammad. And let me know, please, if you find anything. Will you?”

“Why not? But Durgesh, if my persons haven’t got an address, there’s nothing we can do. Where are you?”

“With Kħadījah Muħammad.”

“You’ll be there until I call you back?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. I’ll call you back.”

“Thank you. And don’t give any exaggerated facility to my Live in Relationship Partners without my express consent.”

“Your Live in Relationship Partners are not my friend Durgesh. They talk with me as if I’m not a Commissioner of police. They think I’m their personal security guard.”

“I’m sorry, Muħammad.”

“Hell, I’m not complaining. After all, they may be right.”

“What?”

“We are friends. They are my Bhābhījāns. So, they have a right on me. Don’t they?”

“To hell with you and your Bhābhījāns. Go to hell all of you. I have told you so many times not to treat them so important. But―”

“How is it possible, Durgesh? They are like my Ammīs. Aren’t they?”

“Go to hell.”

I disconnected the mobile.

Chapter 17

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam



KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 13

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 13

Durgesh Arzumand Jahāngīr

Durgesh Shaguftah Rashīd

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

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

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

Our bodies were still wet and our hearts were racing.

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

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

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

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

Ever.

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

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

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

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

“Of course.”

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

“I see.”

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

“What do you mean?”

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

Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled ironically.

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

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

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

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

Yet, the other Business Dailies doubted my ostensible defeat.

They said,

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

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

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

Arzumand Jahāngīr was not so sure now.

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

Salīm Jahangīr laughed.

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

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

Durgesh is dangerous.”

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

My master plan overall had to be carried out quietly.

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

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

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

All of them had their own selfish stakes.

The interests of HVSI were always against them.

It wasn’t anything that could be explained publicly.

It was detrimental to the business.

I intended to address the stockholders’ meeting.

There was entire Ārsh Sadan to support me.

Yet, what about the small stockholders?

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

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

They didn’t know how to do business successfully.

Neither, they wanted to know it ever.

The only thing they wanted foolishly was profit and action.

I folded the newspaper, switched out lights.

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

I answered it.

Durgesh speaking.”

There was some woman on the other side.

Her voice was fascinating.

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

It was too syrupy smooth.

I felt I’d certainly heard it before.

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

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

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

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

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

“You are a Musalmān Beauty?”

Shaguftah Rashīd for you.”

“I don’t think I place you.”

“You don’t know me.”

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

The voice of Shaguftah Rashīd grew more seductive.

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

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

“He is capable.”

“What do you mean?”

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

I winked at the unknown Musalmān Beauty.

“Want to cuckold him?”

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

“Done. See you my darling.”*

Shaguftah Rashīd smiled.

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

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

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

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

Shaguftah Rashīd smirked.

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

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

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

“It’s my pleasure, my dear.”

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

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

Shaguftah Rashīd laughed.

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

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

Shaguftah Rashīd laughed debasing such Musalmīn.

“Mérī Musalmān Choot mein jab Hindu Lund hai,

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

I laughed too.

“I appreciate the spirit, my darling.”

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

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

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

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

N’ yé divah pr’thivyā antamāpurn māyābhirdhandām paryabhūvan,

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

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

Ved: R’gved: 1| 33| 10

Shaguftah Rashīd smiled.

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

“Oh,”

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

“I see.”

“You have to start a counter campaign.”

I smiled.

“Chahat uđāvani phūnki pahāđū?”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t follow you.”

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

“Aren’t you underestimating him too much?”

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

“I appreciate your self confidence yet―”

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

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

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

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

“I understand.”

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

“What danger?”

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

Shaguftah Rashīd slammed up the telephone at her end.*

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

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

She was prudent enough not to use it.

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

It carried conviction.

I knew the necessity for caution, however.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan could really go to any extent.

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

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

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

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

Imām Muħammad Ħasan did it publicly proudly even.

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

We urinated in his mouth.

We used it as our toilet too.

Nafīsah Salmān enjoyed it very much.

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

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

I anticipated it.

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

I was sixty three already.

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

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

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

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

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

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

My infinite Bhogchakr had provided me infinite intelligence too.

It had already made the higher authorities favorable to me.

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

They didn’t know anything about it.

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

So they couldn’t have an antithesis against it.

I was never afraid of any unpleasant newspaper notoriety even.

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

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

Let the atheists laugh at it imagining it my superstition.

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

I always believed in results.

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

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

I laughed at them.

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

None of any practical persons could be ever so unwise.

I waited for fifteen minutes.

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

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

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

A pencil was behind his right ear.

Frowning at the interruption, Muħammad Ůsmān looked up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Asleep?”

“No. She is lying there reading.”

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

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

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

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

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

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah avoided the discussion.

“I want to see you.”

“You are most welcome my lady.”

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

She paused in the doorway, turned and said,

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

Muħammad Ůsmān flushed.

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

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

They make them smarter than Musalmīn too.

They are never interested in sex with them only.

They make them educated, sophisticated and financially independent too.

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

The Hindus give too much to their Musalmān women.

Durgesh gives even more than the other Hindus.

They shamelessly say:

‘Once with Durgesh,

All the rest is trash.’

Durgesh has made them multimillionaires at least.

The Musalmīn are left so much far behind now.

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

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

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

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

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

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah was herself not less smart.

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

She punished him suitably.

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

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

Fucking Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah I had warned Muħammad Ůsmān.

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

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

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

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

It was ‘Årab Maha Bhārat’.

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah turned the shade of the light down.

The room was filled with a soft, rosy glow.

“I thought you wouldn’t come now.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was grave.

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

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

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

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah gritted her teeth.

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

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

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

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

“Your warning saved me, Fātimah.”

“Allah Raħmānirraħīm.”

“You are right.”

“What’s the book?”

Årab Maha Bhārat.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

“How many times you’d read it?”

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

“Bājī, you hated his writing once.”

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

“And now?”

“And now what?”

“You know.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

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

“You are right.”

“He must write more.”

“Make him.”

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

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

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

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed,

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

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

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

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.

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

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

Kħadījah Muħammad was startled.

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

“Why not?” Saiyadah Fātimah PhD asked curtly.

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

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

Kħadījah Muħammad hesitated.

“Why not you?”

“Because I lack to qualify.”

“What do you mean? We both are PhD.”

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

Abruptly the King’s voice was gone.

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

It was as if some canvas being ripped.

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

Sheikħah Al Ibādat Åbdul Åzīz had reached forward.

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

Then quietly she spoke into the box.

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

Sheikħah Al Ibādat Åbdul Åzīz remained immobilized.

Her cocked head was listening for a response.

But there was no sound.

Her hand shook on the microphone box slightly.

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

The loudspeaker stood mute.

Sheikħah Al Ibādat Åbdul Åzīz stared at it a moment.

Then she looked about the room at the others:

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

General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was already on her feet.

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

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

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

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was succeeding miraculously.

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

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

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

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

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

Al Tawħīd Al Islam was worried.

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

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

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

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

They say Durgesh was not behind it.

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

Al Tawħīd Al Islam only smiled at these diplomatic rumors.

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

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

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

King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz has voluntary retired.

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

Why then he had wanted to face Islamic terrorists?

He wasn’t fool enough.*

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

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

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

She demanded Durgesh and Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās provided her.

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

Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās couldn’t afford it.

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

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

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

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

Gradually the things were turning beyond their control.

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

She joined Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan secretly when she was invited.

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

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

General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz called the department of Army.

She reported the communication failure.

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

Al Tawħīd Al Islam had the mental picture.

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

The Musalmīn loved Pseudo Islam more than the ultramodern education.

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

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

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

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

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

General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was still on telephone.*

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

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

The Cabinet table was also a new development.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She couldn’t decide.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yet, it might be necessary still.

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

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

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

Nafīsah Salmān wouldn’t accept this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I remembered:

I smiled,

“Zinger?”

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

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

I closed my eyes in heavenly pleasure,

“Thank you, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.”

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

“You are thirty only, my darling.”

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

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

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar laughed.

“Yes, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan warned me.”

“Oh,”

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

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

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was already influencing her.

It was not good.

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

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said that to you?”

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

“I never rejected her claim to be so.”

“You are not happy with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?”

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

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

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

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

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

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar threw her head back and laughed.

She was playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis now delightfully.

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

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

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

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

What was the use, after all?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was incurable.

She reviled her Ammī Nafīsah Salmān.

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

She was sucking it now hungrily.

I smiled.

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

“Should I really miss the bastard?”

I winked at her.

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

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

I wasn’t taken aback.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled.

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

I didn’t say anything.

I kept smiling only.

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

I raised my right hand.

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

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled.

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

I was unsettled somewhat.

I pulled myself together.

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

I took a moment to compose myself.

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

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

Chapter 14

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Midterm 2012: 3

Midterm  2012

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Durgesh Dr. Saåīdah Qamar

Despite their resentment that I virtually own now their Islamic Media Empire, and I was a Hindu, even if I was called ‘Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!’ by the most of the sophisticated educated Musalmān Beauties, they found me almost always with them.

It had brought us closest, helping each other, through thick and thin.

Their resentment against me though still was there.

Moreover instead of thinning it was intensified more and more.

They repeated to themselves again and again,

Durgesh wants to fuck us”.

Durgesh wants to fuck us”.

He is a Hindu.

He wants to disgrace us Musalmān Beauties.

The family was quite filthy rich actually but even it required proper attention, however, to keep and grow the running family business activities.

Earlier, their Chief Co Wife, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, tried to make me feel important by telling me that with Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr gone, I was now the “man of the house”.

It was a great honour to me, I got; in almost all such families, though I was not related to them genetically even a bit.

It was the extreme reliance, trust and faith of them I had earned.

In most of such cases, I was even the sole beneficiary, sole heir, under the wills concerned.

The problem was that usually I got a lot of good-natured teasing from the houseladies, including Tasnīm Jamāl .

As I grew habitual and began to take on a more and more masculine interest, that same teasing I’d been receiving all those years became more and more competitive and sometimes actually resulted in some fairly serious rough-housing and wrestling with all of them.

Particularly with Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, though she was only twenty seven.

Even Tasnīm Jamāl, the virgin, was one year elder than Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī.

Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī seemed to want, for some reason, constantly to remind me that she was younger than I was, and even the youngest of them even if she was not a virgin now as Tasnīm Jamāl still was.

Consequently, she wanted more attention from me than the rest of them.

Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī would often break up the more serious fights.

But a time or two, it ended with Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and me almost wrestling around, despite my entire efforts to avoid such humiliating circumstances just as seriously, as Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and I had been doing.

They even grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis and squeezed it to win over me.

Yet, I was not born yesterday.

I understood very well that actually they enjoyed grabbing my Uncut Hindu Penis and playing with it under this or that pretence.

I let both Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī play with my Uncut Hindu Penis.

I pretended that I didn’t understand it.

Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī both knew it was my act.

Yet they were thankful to me with their eyes that I allowed them to do it and never humiliated them for it.

Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī,” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī addressed her real younger sister, “I think Durgesh is not as bad as they say.”

Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī winked at her elder sister,

“Because he lets us play with his excellent exquisite Uncut Hindu Lund?”

“Kambakħt,” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī slapped her on her cheek, playfully, “you could have said Uncut Hindu Penis even.”

Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī held her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān head in mock pride,

“I’m an ardent Pakistani Musalmān girl. I prefer my National Language Urdu on the bloody English for our intimate words and actions.”

Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī laughed.

After that, I had begun taking interest in those still innocent Musalmān girls.

Their Chief Co Wife, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, had drawn aside all of them and had what I called a secret conversation with them regarding me.

It was something that both, alerted me, as well as made me curious, as to what she told them.

They would often whisper things about it back and forth to one another, but I did notice that suddenly we weren’t wrestling nearly as much as we had been.

I’d certainly watched all of them develop a queer attitude to me of course.

Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was the eldest after Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and seemingly she had great Sunni Musalmān breasts.

As long as I can remember, I don’t particularly remember taking any major notice of them.

Yet I had a great interest in noticing the same of their Chief Co Wife Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s.

Being of thirty years she was more eligible for me to have sex with instead of Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī.

Though, I understood very well that both Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī were more easily available to me to have sex with them.

They were already playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis under this or that pretext.

Only one signal from me that I’m also interested in them sexually would have easily brought them on my bed.

They just seemed to have always been there, but not so noticeably, that it was of any real interest to me then.

I’d walked in on Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, once.

But the glimpse of her pointy great Sunni Musalmān breasts had been too quick, as she had hurriedly covered herself, and quickly ushered me out of her bedroom.

I’d seen their Chief Co Wife a time or two in the bath, and had even questioned her about the dark thick patch of hair between her legs.

And though it didn’t instigate any ‘birds and bee’s’ discussion, even she did inform me impishly that it was a sign of her being a Musalmān woman, and that even I had hair there as a sign that I was a Hindu man.
Two weeks before Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī moved out to attend College in another part of the State, I was busily enjoying my favourite past time and too involved to hear my bedroom door open late at night when it did.

Durgesh! Durgesh! You asleep?” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī had asked too quietly when she came into my bedroom.

Only then did I realize she was even there, but the damage was already done as she quite easily saw what it was I was doing.

“Oh. I’m sorry!” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī quickly closed the door and went back out into the hallway and seconds later, I heard her head down back towards her own bedroom.

Too naughty to say or do anything, I was expecting some major teasing about it in the morning, but it never happened.

Instead, Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī never said another word about it.

I quickly forgot the whole episode.

Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī went to a new branch to watch the expansion more keenly a short distance away.

Though we still saw her and her managing assistant  every other weekend or so, the closeness I had once shared with the sisters seemed to be slowly evaporating away.

It was obvious that the Chief Co Wife Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was feeling the changes too.

Though she had dated off and on over the years, she’d never met anyone she wanted to marry her.

Now, with all of her co wives slowly growing up and moving away, she had become more and more depressed, and I would often hear her crying sometimes at night in her bedroom.

I was even more worried about leaving Dr. Saåīdah Qamar alone.

Tasnīm Jamāl had already indicated she was going to continue to live at home with Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, but she was working late most nights, so she spent very little time at home with Dr. Saåīdah Qamar   anyway.

I had mixed emotions of course.

I was really looking forward to spending some time with Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī now.

She was busy campaigning for her own Parliamentary seat as Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was too besides expanding their business.

The night before I was to drive up state and move in with Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, I had gone to bed early after an exhausting day.

Tasnīm Jamāl was at work, and though it was my last night at their home, I was bone tired and had gone to bed fairly early.

I had spent most of the evening with Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, enjoying several glasses of juices with her, but it had made me sleepy.

I knew Dr. Saåīdah Qamar would in all likelihood finish off the rest of her wine, and I wasn’t particularly in the mood to have to deal with her depression under the circumstances.

I’m not sure exactly when it was, but I woke up with the urge to pee and headed down the hallway towards the bathroom.

After that, I decided I was hungry and wanted to stop by the kitchen to see if there was something, I could snack on before going back to bed.

I passed by Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s bedroom and thought I could hear her moaning in her sleep.

Once again afraid she was crying, especially with my leaving and all, I couldn’t just leave it at that, decided to go in and talk to her, try, and reassure her that everything would be ok.

I opened her bedroom door fully expecting to see her lying in her bed weeping, and got the biggest surprise of my life.

For a Moment, I was stunned into total immovability.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was entirely nude, lying on her back with one hand caressing her great Sunni Musalmān breast, and the other deeply embedded inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot.

The moans I had heard coming from her bedroom where obviously from her self-pleasuring and not from any depression from my leaving.

At exactly the same instant, we seemed to take notice of one another, but all I did was turn and march away out from her bedroom without even closing the door when I did.

I marched as fast as I could up the stairs to my own room and lay into bed with my head feeling like it was about to explode.

I should have fucked her.

I should have fucked Dr. Saåīdah Qamar as soon as Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī started playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis.

They were twenty nine and twenty seven respectively yet they needed sex with me.

Why not Dr. Saåīdah Qamar too?

She was too thirty only.

All I could see was Dr. Saåīdah Qamar    fingering herself and the way she was pulling on her nipples and caressing her great Sunni Musalmān breast.

Never before had I actually thought of her in a sexual way before this, nor imagined even for an instant that she might actually have some sort of normal sexual desires.

We all do it.

However, it’s not the fact.

Even the Ammīs, Bājīs, sisters, daughters and daughters in law are women after all.

They also have their own physical needs as we ourselves do.

Yet, we forget it, either knowingly or unknowingly, and sorry, sometimes deliberately even.

How cruel it is, we even never think about it.

I suddenly found myself aroused and, sporting an incredible Hindu erection.

The thought of being aroused at seeing Dr. Saåīdah Qamar did not bother me however.

Being a Dvij Hindu, I was already trained not to be bothered by such events at all.

Yet, it was very humiliating for me to think what she was doing.

On the other hand, she was a very attractive looking woman at her now young age, with large shapely great Sunni Musalmān breasts and very erotic dark colour nipples capping each one.

Added to that, the decadent display of her legs, widely spread with her hand busily working her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot, had indelibly burned that image in my mind everlastingly.

In almost all the cases where I have sexual relations with my so-called Ammīs, Bājīs, sisters etc., the circumstances were almost the same somewhat.

One can blame me for what I did in such cases, but I never regret what I did or even do now.

It was the best I could do for them.

Analyse justifiably every such incidence and tell me what better I could have done.

Any other course if I had followed was certainly could have resulted in more harmful and destructive situations I had to avoid on all costs, if I really loved/respected them.

You can term it incest, if you want to, but in my eyes, it was, and still is, my love/respect for them.

I don’t have impractical imaginary morals, and I’m never ashamed of it.

Instead, I’m proud of it always.

I never realized unconsciously I had been absentmindedly squeezing my own Uncut Hindu Lund.

I remembered when Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was ushered into my Private Office by Kħadījah Muħammad.

She enjoyed a quick high of anticipation at the prospect of coronation.

The business of the gone, Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, was done for the day.

The business of the incumbent, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, was all that mattered.

Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was too dedicated to Pseudo Islam.

He deliberately refused to understand it was not the true Islam.

At the far end of the room, I was engrossed in the document in my today available best laptop.

At Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s entrance, I raised my head and removed my spectacles.

“Ah, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, glad you came right over. It would’ve been better if your co wives Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Tasnīm Jamāl were also with you.”

“Yes, I heard that you wanted them with me too.”

“Yet you opted otherwise.”

“They are damnfools. Let me understand first what you have to say.”

“They are not damnfools. They also represent their constituencies.”

“Represented.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar corrected me,  “The damnfools still believe UPA would return to power.”

“Don’t you?” I smiled.

“Want to bet? Congress is finished for ever now.”

I smiled.

“No comment.”

“Hey, aren’t you with us?”

“Us?” I raised my eyebrows.

“NDA.”

“Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr is also my client and he is still supporting UPA.”

“He has lost three fourth of his assets already in the settlement with us.”

“That’s the white money only.” I smiled.

“What do you mean?”

“Who knows how much black money he has?”

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar watched me carefully,

“Yes, you are right. He must have plenty of it even. Otherwise he wouldn’t have agreed to the settlement with us, he had to.”

“There you are.”

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar marched to me and sat down on my lap.

I smiled.

She kissed me on my lips passionately.

“It’s your bonus, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I promised it to you and here it is.”

“Thank you.” I winked at her.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar laughed.

She grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis and squeezed it significantly,

“I never thought Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr would really sign that disastrous settlement without even going to court. How did you manage it?”

“That’s my professional secret Sālī. How can you expect me to answer that question?”

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled gracefully,

“But there is a zinger.”

I smiled,

“Who said there is any?”

“Oh, come on. We both know Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was not born yesterday himself. The pleasant surprise is that he agreed to abandon Tasnīm Jamāl even untouched, the virgin as she was.”

“Well, aren’t you happy?”

“Very much happy. All the four of us wanted to get that bastard called Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr. Thank you once again that you managed it so successfully, so adroitly.”

“Well, I got you on my lap in bonus. Didn’t I?”

“Of course my darling, but don’t tease me anymore. Tell me about the zinger.”

Chapter 4

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Mid Term 2012: 2

Mid Term 2012

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The four extremely stunning Musalmān Beauties

The families, I lived in, were mostly the families of almost all beautiful Musalmān girls, and later…..all beautiful Musalmān women.

They needed me more than the families that had male members already.

In most of the cases, the Musalmān husband/Abbū died or divorced/left his Musalmān wife/wives due to this or that reason.

In this case, he abandoned them a little over a year, surprisingly; after just he married his fourth wife Tasnīm Jamāl.

Tasnīm Jamāl and I had so many of the same facial characteristics, that so many persons thought Tasnīm Jamāl were my real daughter even.

Actually, Tasnīm Jamāl’s Ammī never slept with me.

Moreover, I was incapable to father any daughter at all.

I was a Y Chromosomed Hindu man.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was the Chief wife, though now she was too abandoned.

She was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s friend and was of her age, thirty years herself.

Tasnīm Jamāl had her Ammī’s almost reddish honey blonde coloration.

The eldest woman of the family, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had been forced to return to work full-time which necessitated her next co wife Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī becoming almost a second elder sister to Tasnīm Jamāl.

Tasnīm Jamāl was twenty-eight and Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was twenty-nine.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, the eldest one: Thirty years.

Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, the next in age and power both: Twenty nine years.

Tasnīm Jamāl, the married yet still virgin wife: Twenty eight years.

A great deal of responsibility was thrown on Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī.

She was at least more mature than Tasnīm Jamāl, though Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was only one year older than her.

It became more and more necessary in order to alleviate some of the hardships that their Chief Co wife, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, was facing.

Luckily, Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī eventually had help from Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī who was only two years younger than Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was.

Needless to say, over the course of the years, they all grew extremely close while growing up.

I was sixty two already.

I especially conducted a meeting with all the extremely beautiful young Musalmān wives abandoned.

They were sitting on lavishly precious black leather chairs kept in opposite my table half around it.

“We all are fully capable to protect ourselves, Mr. Durgesh.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar said in a manner as if it was beyond her dignity to talk with me, “We are all grown up, highly educated successful industrials and politicians. Midterm 2012 has been announced. We have to fight hard to keep our parliamentary seats.”

“Saåīdah is right, Durgesh.” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī seconded her, “It is the first election we have to face without Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr.”

“I know that.” I watched all the four extremely stunning young  Musalmān Beauties scrutinizing them, “Yet, I’m sorry. I can’t help it.”

“We can’t and don’t leave our Islamic Media Empire in your Hindu hands.” Tasnīm Jamāl smiled at me.

“Tasnīm Jamāl,” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī addressed Tasnīm Jamāl patronizing her. Her voice was extraordinary sweet, “You are forgetting the reputation of our Chairman. He is not famous for controlling Islamic Media Empires. He is infamous for something else.”

“Stop it.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar admonished her co wife.

“Saåīdah!” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī retorted, “He wants to fuck all of us. Nothing else.”

“Safiyah, please!” Tasnīm Jamāl smiled, “Saåīdah hasn’t any objection whatsoever.”

Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī laughed.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked at them with abundant disapproval,

“Shut up, you idiots. We can’t keep Durgesh out of this game. Our ever shrewd husband Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr wanted to prove his charges on us. He has deliberately arranged this predicament for us.”

I didn’t say anything.

I kept on watching them gravely.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was not only eldest of them; she was the most brilliant of them too.

“I can prove my virginity still intact.” Tasnīm Jamāl said irritably, “How can the bloody husband of us, Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr prove Durgesh fucks me?”

Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī looked at Tasnīm Jamāl irritably,

“Well, I’m not virgin. Saåīdah is also not virgin. But Durgesh doesn’t fuck us nevertheless. Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr can’t prove it too.”***

Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr remembered he was received in the Saůūdī Årab Capital, Riyāz, or Riyadh as it was written in English erroneously.

They received him there with the ceremony and respect though they knew very well that almost the entire houseladies of his household were sleeping now with me shamelessly, rather with pride.

Entire houseladies, except his present four wives only.

It was not a coincidence that Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, Dr. Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, Dr. Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, and Dr. Tasnīm Jamāl all were highly successful media persons.

Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr had deliberately chosen them to be so.

He was a big name now in Islamic world.

Even the fact that he had an Indian Hindu father, Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā and a Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Ammī, Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr, could not stop his meteoric success in Islamic world.

Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr was a world renowned Pakistani Sunni Musalmān journalist.

Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā was not a Professor then.

He was a greater Journalist then.

He was Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr’s ideal.

They were never married.

But they were still an ideal International couple having ten sons of their own now.

The Indian law that a Hindu could have only one legally married wife at a time was always met with the smart devious Hindus having as many unmarried sex partners almost everywhere in the world as they could maintain.

Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was the eldest of the ten sons Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā and Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr had.

He was treated in Riyadh/Riyāz with absolute authority.

He perceived that among his journalistic contemporaries there were those more erudite, learned, cleverer, and wiser than himself.

He was merely a philosopher of the fourth estate while they were the ruling queens because they had the legions, crowds, masses, hosts, multitudes, bands, throngs, platoons, and teams to support them.

They were not only extremely beautiful, they had brains even.

Moreover they used their brains to elevate themselves ingeniously.

Their legions were formed by their vast and loyal reading and viewing public.

There were millions who followed their columns and shows.

They believed their every word even after so much exposure of some treacherous media persons.

When they issued their daily edicts, lively, dramatic, firsthand reports and opinions on the world trouble spots, their followers believed them, hailed them, and their massive plebeian chorus was heard in high places in Washington, D.C., New Delhi, Ved Nagar, as well as abroad.

As a result, the private key elevator to the sacrosanct, inviolable seventh floor of the Department of States, and the guarded doors to the oval office of the White House, were always wide-open to them.

Every President had been their admirer, respectful to them.

He wondered at this great revelation.

He couldn’t believe on what he himself learned so laboriously and not known to others.

He suspected the real power was not in the hands of the President of USA even.

The real power lay in the hands of the persons whom these queens of journalism represented.

None knew who these persons were.

Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr wanted to know them on every cost.

They were the real persons who eliminated Pseudo Islamic Terrorism under the guise of USA.

They were the real persons who eliminated foreign rule from India under disguise of Congress.

The actually Powerful Persons ruling the Universes.

Who were they?

The smartest persons who understood very well the principle that the Security is in anonymity.***

 Chapter 3

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam