Ved Nagar: 15

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Ved Nagar

Durgesh

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Chapter 15

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd

I studied the letter Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd gave me.
Both Kħadījah Muħammad and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan were watching Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd and me judiciously.
The letter said,

Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd dear,
Don’t come home until you have done what I am asking you to do.
Don’t let anyone know you have heard from me.
I won’t be able to meet the boat.
Take a cab and go as fast as possible to Durgesh.
Yes, you are right.
I always criticized him because I told you he molested my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Houseladies.
Well, it wasn’t true, darling. I’m sorry.
I told it to you and to others as well, only to save my face.
You don’t know, dear, so many of us Musalmīn do so.
Well, the fact was that my Musalmān Houseladies were nudists.
Yes, I am ashamed of them.
I couldn’t make them to obey our Islamic morals.
Durgesh has successfully converted again so many Musalmān Beauties from immoral Westerners to practicing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauties again.
I hired Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service consequently.
Durgesh helped me successfully in keeping my extremely beautiful nudist Musalmān Houseladies to himself at least.
Durgesh is a great human being, my dear.
Contrary to what’s being said about Durgesh untruthfully, only in order to save our own faces in our society and in Ummat-e-Muslimah, Durgesh has saved countless Musalmīn from committing suicides and going mad.
He is a great man.
You can believe him blindly.
Sorry for not telling you this truth before.
I need his services again but I can’t approach him.
That’s why I’m writing this letter to you.
Get Durgesh to go to the Bank with you, cash the enclosed check and have Durgesh take charge of the money for you so that none else can get it except Durgesh or yourself only.
After you have done it, come home and try to keep your temper.
Above all, be prepared for a shock, sorry, but I can’t help it.
Tell Durgesh to prepare a will leaving everything to you.
I want a short will and want it prepared just as fast as Durgesh can do it.
He is quite a man of action, you know.
He never wastes precious time.
Have Durgesh come to the house when the will is ready for my signature.
Marry Durgesh.
Yes, that’s the only way I can think of to save you from my ever-greedy relatives.
Sorry, my daughter.
Sorry, my child.
If you can’t marry Durgesh, manage to have live in relationship with him at least.
Take it seriously.
You can’t fight my ever-greedy relatives successfully.
Only Durgesh can do it.
Even I can’t, hell.
They are too shrewd even for me.
Tell Durgesh to have necessary witnesses with him too.
At the very first opportunity, Durgesh has to hand me the will.
I’ll sign it and give it back to him to keep.
No one in the world except Durgesh and the witnesses must know Durgesh has a will ready for my signature, or that it has been executed.
The greatest secrecy is necessary.
Please, remember, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, that no matter what happens I love you very much indeed.

Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’*

I looked at Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd gravely.
“Sounds as if quite an emergency. Well, do you have any idea what it is?”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd looked at me shyly.
It was more than obvious she was weighing me as her husband/live in relationship partner.
She was attempting her hardest not to appear impish, but not succeeding dexterously.
The imagination that I was her chosen life partner by her own uncle, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, was making her quite mischievous.
“The letter is all I know. It was sent to Al Riyāz. I had been in Makkah Al Mukarramah for a three-month vacation. They thought I needed a rest.”
“Who the hell are these ‘they’ your uncle calls his ever greedy relatives in his letter?” I smiled.
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd too smiled shrewdly.
“Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s half brother, his wife Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s sisters Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim and Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, Vikram Bachhalyā, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim’s husband and Pratāp Bachhalyā, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim’s husband.”
“I see, Bachhalyā?”
“That’s right.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said mischievously, “What do you think? Only the ever-coldest Brāhmañ Beauties can win a Bachhalyā husband?”
I smiled cunningly.
“Did I say that?”
“Not in so many words, well.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd agreed reluctantly.
“Total six of them?”
“Total six of them.” Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd said, “They came to visit Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. Aunt Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said she’d take charge of things. In their opinion, I was rundown and needed a good long rest. She also suggested in returning, I should go on a ocean voyage too and forget about everyone except myself.”
“I see. Your Uncle Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and you both were too dumb to suspect anything?”*

Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd winked at me.
“You know very well, it wasn’t so.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had ushered Al Muħammad Al Qāsim through the open door, along a vestibule, then swung open a heavy oaken door that moved on well-oiled hinges.
I was sitting there on my executive chair.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had high cheekbones.
His gaunt face, his smart eyes, all bore the unmistakable stamp of his immense shrewdness, his immense sharpness, his immense perceptiveness, his immense discernment, his immense insight, his immense wisdom.
What a tragedy.
Such a smart Musalmān was suffering only from the fact that he did deliberately not understand he wasn’t following True Islam.
He was following Pseudo Islam instead, devised by Yazīd Malåūn and the immensely selfish Mullahs and Maulavīs of his time who helped Yazīd Malåūn.
He stubbornly refused to understand the difference between True Islam and Pseudo Islam.
He thought it was my strategy to fuck more and more extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and all her seven movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service,were my own strategical plannings.
I couldn’t make him see why he was immensely wrong.
The result was that his wife Al Nāsirah Al Karīm was dominating him invariably.
She was a lot smarter than even her husband was.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm was a great scholar of Vedic Sanskr’t as well as of Arabic.
Still, the set of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s jaw, the thin determined line of his mouth showed the spirit of an indomitable fighter.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm was dominating such an indomitable fighter, disclosed how smarter she was even than Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
I smiled at him.
“Well, well, well, you know you could have called me even.”
“Hell, I can’t talk with you freely there.”
“Oh, it’s alright. You are most welcome. Won’t you sit down?”
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
“I requested you to talk in private. Can’t we?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled,
“Excuse me, please.”
She left my personal office.*

I smiled at Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
“Okay now?”
“Thank you. I’m surrounded now by my ever-greedy relatives. They are conspiring against me.”
“And you want to get rid of them?”
“Well, one of them is my half brother, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs. He never paid any attention to my problems. I don’t think he is still interested. He has his own money.”
I raised my eyebrows.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim hesitated somewhat.
“We share our Ammī. We are Ammīzād brothers, but our fathers are different.”
I waited.
“My Abbū Al Qāsim Al Åbdullah is a converted Musalmān. He was a born Hindu, Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic.”
“I know.” I said avoiding any comment from myself.
“My Abbū is the second husband of my Ammī, Al Islam Al Wahab. She was married to Al Quddūs Al Åālam when she fell in love with my father Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic.”
“I know that too. Your preliminaries are not being rather long?”
“Let me tell it my own way. I can’t explain everything to you without you knowing entirely what I’m telling you.”
“Okay.”
“My Ammī, Al Islam Al Wahab, says Al Nadīm Al Quddūs is not my half brother at all. She had extra marital affair with my father Pandit Brahmdutt Paurāñic even then. Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was born when she was still in nikāħ of Al Quddūs Al Åālam, but he wasn’t Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s father.”
“So Al Nadīm Al Quddūs is your real elder brother?”
“That’s what my Ammī says now.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim sighed helplessly.
“I see.”
“Al Quddūs Al Åālam was a millionaire himself. Al Nadīm Al Quddūs inherited his money and business both. But his wife, my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, wants my money too. I’m a multi millionaire. Her husband’s million dollars are not enough for her. Damn it.”*

I smiled.
“Your Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, is a great woman.”
“You’ve fucked her already?” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim asked me sharply, “Am I wasting my time? If you are fucking my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, already, I don’t stand a chance with you. I know your Uncut Hindu Lund is crazy to visit extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts. Tell me if the bitch has already her paws on you.”
“No comment.”
“Allah! Yā Allah!”
I smiled at Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
“Your Musalmān Houseladies want you protected. Don’t worry. I can’t annoy them, you know.”
“Why are you so irrational to fuck extremely attractive Musalmān Beauties?”
“Well, you can’t understand it. Forget.”
“Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, my Bhābhījān, wants my daughters Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, etcetera either disinherited or she should also get the same amount what my daughters are getting.”
“Well, she isn’t your daughter. How can she?” I asked.
“She argues that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd also isn’t my daughter, yet she is getting the same amount under my will as my daughters are.”
“Oh, why?”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd is her stepdaughter.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said bitterly, “Her Ammī was my elder brother Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s first wife.”
Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd?”
“That’s right. Al Safiyah Al Ghaus snatched away her husband first. She managed to blacken Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd’s character to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs Bhāījān. She convinced him Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd isn’t his daughter. He has disinherited her. Now the bitch is trying to disinherit the poor girl from my will too.”
“How?”
“That’s what I don’t know yet. But my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, hates the ground my niece Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd walks on. I intend not to let her succeed in it.”
I looked at him.
“I’ve made my daughters and my niece fighters. You know it. I want you to take care of Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd too as you are taking care of my daughters. You are already in the saddle. Start riding both the horse and mare.”
“Mare?”
“My Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus,” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim snapped.
I smiled.
“Don’t trust the bitch. Fuck her and enjoy her beautiful body. But never trust the bitch. She’s a snob. Ever notice how it happens that people who have real background and breeding are considerate, tolerant, and broad-minded, while people who haven’t anything except money that they didn’t earn themselves, are intolerant? That’s my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus,you fuck wildly, I guess.”
I tried to say something but Al Muħammad Al Qāsim raised his hand and stopped me.
“Listen to me, please; I’m your father in law too.”
I looked at him gravely.
“My entire daughters, except Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, love you. She loved Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and married him. My Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, has got about the nicest figure I’ve ever seen on a woman. And I’ve too seen lots of them.
“Never underestimate my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Durgesh. She uses her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body as her ever best weapon. When you fuck her she is the most capable and even having all the smartness you are less capable than her, because your Uncut Hindu Lund is inside her ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.”
I smiled.
“Sorry for using those words, but that’s it.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said bitterly, “That woman enjoys your Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, but it sharpens her brain.”
I laughed.
“You don’t believe me? Try to test what I’m telling you. The more you fuck my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, the sharper is her already ever smart brain. She made Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, to disinherit his own daughter when he was fucking the bitch. Never underestimate her, I repeat. She’s smart. My Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, is chain lightning! She’s got her eye on a big slice of money, and Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, hasn’t waked up yet, despite the fact that he has lost his daughter to me.
“That’s all right. Let him sleep. He has paid for a dream. As long as he’s enjoying the dream, why grab him by the shoulder and bring him back to the grim realities of existence?”*

I waited instead of commenting.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim went on,
“Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, married to Al Safiyah Al Ghaus. You are fucking her. You know her more than me even. I don’t think you approached Bhābhījān to fuck her. Instead, I’m dead sure Bhābhījān herself approached you to seduce you and fuck you.”
“I’m listening to.”
“No comment?”
“No comment.”
“Have you decided to help Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd and me, or you’d help my Bhābhījān right or wrong?”
“I won’t help anyone in wrong.”
“Do my Bhābhījān fuck you?”
“I never disclose my sexual or even romantic relations with a lady without her express permission.”
“Get her permission then.”
“If we really fuck each other.”
“Allah, are you crazy? That woman is already under suspicion that she has murdered her former husband she inherited millions from. Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, is a damnfool. He believes her blindly. He married to the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman he visualizes beneath Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s beautiful exterior. It’s not the real woman. It’s a sort of man made spouse that Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, has conjured up out of his own mind. It’s a non-existent dream woman Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, loves and married to.”
I still kept listening to him without any comment whatsoever from me.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim watched me scornfully.
“I never thought you are only an Uncut Hindu Lund who needs a lovely Musalmān Choot only to be buried into.”
I smirked.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said,
“When Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, wakes up he’ll marry Al Zakiyah Al Waħīd and really be happy. Right now, he’s sleepwalker. He’s in a dream. Don’t try to wake him up.
“I have money in billions, but that murderous woman seems to have your multi zillions to face my billions. Allah, what a lovely Musalmān Choot can get from an ever-ravenous Uncut Hindu Lund. My billions have failed already. Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!”
I smiled.
“Wouldn’t contribute in my monologue to change the situation?”
I smiled again.
“Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd is my responsibility from now on and so you are.” I said gravely, “Now forget your problems.”
“Allah! Kufr ŧūŧā Kħudā Kħudā karké.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said ironically, “I never knew my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, had such a control on you.”
I winked at him.
“Stop! I already have a grand erection.”
“For my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus?” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim looked at me contemptuously.
“For your Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.” I acknowledged shamelessly.
“Don’t worry, I’ll send the bitch to satisfy you to your heart’s content.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said furiously, “Let my damnfool Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, pay the cost of marrying a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān nymph that’s more devoted to her Hindu lover than to her bloody fool Musalmān husband. Well, he bought beauty on the auction block. He couldn’t understand the difference between a nymph and a wife. He divorced Al Qur’an Al Tawħīd to marry this bloody slut. Now he is paying for it.”
I smiled.
“Well, isn’t it your Bhāījān’s life? Shouldn’t the hell he decide what he wants from his life whether right or wrong?”*

Al Muħammad Al Qāsim sighed.
“I think so. Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, is smart enough to anticipate my sources and have them in her favor already, before I use them. Smart! Damned smart bitch!! If she has to get out from under, she’ll unswervingly trap you to save her own skin. Don’t think the ever-dazzling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bitch can’t do it. She is more capable than even you can think of her.

His Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus gritted her teeth.
“Are you listening to the bastard?” she asked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
“Sure,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “I know these bastards more than you can even think of. That’s why I informed you that your ‘ever moral’ ‘ideal Musalmān devar, brother in law,’ has sought for an appointment with my Ŧhonkū.”
Ŧhonkū?”
“Who ŧhonks me, didn’t understand?, who penetrates me, idiot.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Despite her immense fury, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“You and your ever bold language,Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan!”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at her.
“Be bold if you really want to survive in this male dominant world. They all want to keep us women under their masculine feet. Who is spreading the rumors that you have deliberately murdered your previous husband? His younger brother, Muħammad Yūsuf. Doesn’t he?”
“He always hated his elder brother in his lifetime.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed ironically, “And now, after his death, he is raising hell that I’ve murdered his elder brother.”
“That is our Ummat-e-Muslimah today, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus. None of them is Musalmān actually. All of them are bloody munāfiqīn, Pseudo Musalmīn. Now, do you understand why I run my seven movements: Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service? Punish them. They are ever jealous of Hindus that we prefer Hindus on them? Do it openly. Humiliate the bastards until they surrender.”

Al Muħammad Al Qāsim kept on telling me.
“Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, would be cuckolded by my ever ambitious Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, to herself and you. Nafīsah Salmān cuckolded Imām Muħammad Ħasan. Didn’t she? Kħadījah Sheikħ and Åāyeshah Muħammad Åbdullah cuckolded Muħammad Åbdullah. Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, is writing his destiny imprudently to the same consequences, nothing else.”
I deliberately avoided looking at the closed door Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had vanished behind.
I knew both Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus were there.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was adamant that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus too must be there so she could herself see and listen to her brother in law Al Muħammad Al Qāsim what he said about her.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had signed a blank cheque in the meantime to me.
“It’s for Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service.” he said, “Please take care of my family, especially Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd and myself. I’d sign more cheques if needed. I’ll instruct my banks and my treasurer too to let you have any amount you need. I know you now far better that you’d never overcharge me. I don’t know how the hell the Musalmīn think you are their enemy. The more I know you the more I have faith in you. You are the ever best friend in need I ever met in my entire life so far. Allah Ħāfiz.”
“Allah Ħāfiz.”
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim shook my hand and marched out.

Chapter 16
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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


Ved Nagar: 1

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

   Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Durgesh Bābarah Åālamgīr

Durgesh Nasīm Muåāwiyah

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched the Executive Council gravely.

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

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

He was listening to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan attentively.

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

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

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

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

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

The Executive Council was watching it quite fascinated.

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

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan paused.

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

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

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

There was a heavy applause.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

She acknowledged the appreciation.

Nodded her head and went on.

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

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

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

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

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched the Executive Council once again.

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

There was a quiet murmur.

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

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

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

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

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

The male members were Pseudo Musalmīn of course.

But they were already a few.

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

Next year perhaps.

Not now.

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

Always except for―

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

He was striding down the aisle.

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

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was furious.

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

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

“Nonsense.”

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

“Shut up, you unsophisticated girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

Bābarah Åālamgīr winked at me.

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

I continued,

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

Bābarah Åālamgīr winked at me again,

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

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

Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled meaningfully.

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

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

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

“Shame on you.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.

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

I smiled sarcastically.

Neither of us said anything for a minute.

Then Bābarah Åālamgīr asked, impishly, teasing me,

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

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

No use in lying.

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

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

It was better.

Why destroy her even hope?

Can’t it take a destructive turn too?

Bābarah Åālamgīr could really rape me.

Would it be right?

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

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

She looked at me puzzled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled cunningly and asked,

“What was it you heard?”

I said curtly,

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

Neither of us said anything for a while.

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

“Does that upset you?”

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

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

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

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

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

Moreover, I heard it.

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

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

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

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

Didn’t she?

Wasn’t it time travel?

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

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

“Shut up.”*

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

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

Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled ironically.

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

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

Imām Muħammad Ħasan said curtly.

His own daughter was trying to teach him Islam.

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

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

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

He didn’t realize how dangerous his mistake was.

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

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

Imām Muħammad Ħasan made another dangerous mistake.

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

They seemed one and all to have caught their breath.

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

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

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

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

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

“Nonsense, we―”

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

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

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled patiently.

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

“That’s right.”

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

“Well,”

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

Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched the Council members.

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

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

Allah, no!

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted the utmost unacceptable.

Damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

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

Imām Muħammad Ħasan would never fall to the extent.

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

He was determined to see it to happen.

Of all the wretched proposals…

Allah, damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan!

 Chapter 2

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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: 34

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 34

Durgesh Nellie Adams

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr

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

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

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

Evelyn Carter looked at Nellie Adams contemptuously.

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

Nellie Adams laughed.

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

“Sexual relations my foot. I love him.”

Nellie Adams laughed again.

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

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

“You don’t agree with me?”

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

“And sex isn’t life?”

“Well,”

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

Jamīlah Aurangzeb also loved Durgesh, yet…”

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

Lily Turner couldn’t stop herself any more.

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

Evelyn Carter said furiously.

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

“Why not?” Lily Turner smiled cunningly.

Evelyn Carter was as if crestfallen.

“What?”*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

He had never imagined his success to the extent.

Was Durgesh really Ħazrat Mahdī ålayhissalām?

But isn’t Durgesh a Hindu?

How a Hindu could be Ħazrat Mahdī ålayhissalām?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan advertised it to its peak.

But it was her political strategy only.

Wasn’t it?

He knew Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was extraordinary talented.

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

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

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

Well, why shouldn’t he?

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

Durgesh used to come to Tabah.

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

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

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

He succeeded in establishing Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.

It was his first major success.

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

None could suspect even now he was behind it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nafīsah Salmān watched him scornfully.

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

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

Nafīsah Salmān laughed.

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

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

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

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

Even Pseudo Musalmīn had surrendered ultimately to the inevitable.*

Nafīsah Salmān smiled.

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

“Well, I wasn’t alone. Was I?”

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

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

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

Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.

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

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

Imām Muħammad Ħasan laughed.

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

Nafīsah Salmān too laughed scornfully.

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

She marched ahead proudly.*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan paused on the steps.

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

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

They were traditional Hindus.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even Durgesh was still crazy to play with it.

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

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

Even then, Durgesh was still crazy for Nafīsah Salmān.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Imām Muħammad Ħasan laughed.

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

“I can’t believe you are so human.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Isn’t that great!”

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

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

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

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

Every movement was given an entire day.

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

It ended yesterday.

The representatives from entire Pseudo Islamic Countries attended it.

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

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

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

It was heavily applauded through out the seven long days.

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

She was still my nude proud burrāque.

I was still fucking her from her behind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

And she did a lot on past seven days.

She was confident of her success.

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

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

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

They didn’t have courage enough to oppose her.

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

No one would be forgiven, or excused.

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

She even had the gift of dramatic gestures.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She damn cared for even his annoyance.

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

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr watched Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd gravely.

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

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

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

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

What a success.

What a great incredible success.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr smiled cunningly, triumphantly.

“Okay. Go ahead.”

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

“Of all of us?”

“Almost.”

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

He had never thought of it.

Suddenly he was thinking fast gravely.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr had unknowingly solved his greatest problem.

She didn’t know what she had done.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was right.

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

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

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

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

Well, has he anything to lose any more?

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

Let Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan be the ultimate triumphant one.

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

Why the hell he should worry now?

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

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

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

He must worry of his own problems more.

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

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

I submit.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr smiled.

She had read his face successfully minutely.

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

Allah, what a lucky young lady.

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

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Volume 2

Ved Nagar

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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