Ved Nagar: 1
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Chapter 1
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
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 sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh 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 sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh 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!
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KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 34
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Chapter 34
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
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?
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 sabīlillāh, Jet 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 sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh 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 sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh 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 sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh 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.
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Kħātūn-e-Jannat Volume 2
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh 