Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind–3

Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The engines throbbed the big ship into vibrant speed.

A breeze of tropical air ruffled the flower petals around our necks.

I watched the fringe of lights along the dark shoreline, glanced down at the churned white of water where it streamed along the side of the boat.

The ship belonged to the HVS INTERNATIONALS: GROUP OF COMPNIES.

From the lower deck, leis sped outward, to hang poised to a minute in circular color against the black of the water, then collapse and drop rapidly astern, as passengers sought to comply with the age-old Hawaiian custom.

With the tolerance of one, who has long since learned to accept human nature as an established fact, I said:

“Kħadeejah, Gul, Deepak, those are the new comers. Those leis drift right back into the harbor. Passengers should wait until they are opposite Diamond Head.”

Gul Jamāl had joined us since.

We were still in the nudes.

It was decided among us all that we’d continue to practice remaining nude, even when we reach our respective homes.

Deepak Khandelwal, also in nude, was thinking.

He has lost his another secretary, Gul Jamāl to Durgesh forever.

The money always wins.

Everyone, except Durgesh, was a loser in this trip.

All their extremely beautiful Muslimahs female friends, from almost every Islamic country were now fucking Durgesh, without any exception.

Durgesh’s Six inches long Hindu Penis has won every Muslimah Cunt on the ship forever.

It had unique qualities.

It extended exactly double.

Incredible?

Nonsense!

Nothing is impossible in the multiverse.

Not even the existence of this goddamned deceiving prick.

His own penis extended only one inch.

The other Hindu Penises on the ship extended one inch to two inches at the most.

NOT SIX INCHES at all.

The deceiving rotten Hindu Prick.

Durgesh says it’s due to his Stavans.

Nonsense!

The bloody superstitious orthodox Hindu.

Stavans can’t change anything at all.

If they could have, the entire multiverse would have been Hindu.

Durgesh is an idiot.

If not, he thinks the others idiots enough to take his wild communal theories for granted.

However, he has won all the international Muslimahs Cunts.

He is the winner.

All the rest were the losers.

The worst thing was that they had to adjust Durgesh’s bloody deceiving six inches long Hindu Penis into their Muslimahs Cunts therefore.

What a humiliation.

What a humiliation.

Elbows on the rail, we looked down on the heads and shoulders of people leaning over the rails on the lower decks.

“There’s the couple we saw last night in the Chinese restaurant.” I remarked.

“The hungry Lebanese Pussy?” Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed, “I can’t ever forget how ravenously she fucked you.”

“It’s all right, Kħadeejah!” I kissed nude Kħadeejah Muħammad passionately, “They all fucked me ravenously, mounting on me. I was stunned to feel and experience their thirst and hunger. Even Hindu Penis could not satisfy them to the extent.”

“Because they are traditional Hindus only, not DVIJ, as you are.

My right palm was playing with her glorious Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslim buttocks.

She was playing with my again extending Hindu Penis.

“You are unique.” Kħadeejah Muħammad kissed my Hindu Penis again.

“She is right.” Gul Jamāl said, and she also kissed my throbbing Hindu Penis.

Deepak Khandelwal felt humiliated, as if Gul Jamāl was not his secretary, his wife instead.

He tried to get rid of this irrational feeling.

Yet, he was not succeeding absolutely.

We were still standing at the rail, watching the intermittent flashing of signal lights, inhaling the scents of the warm tropical air.

The decks became silent and deserted, except the four of us―

1. Khadeejah Muħammad

2. Gul Jamāl

3. Me―Durgesh

4. Deepak Khandelwal

The nude passengers, fatigued by a strenuous last day in the islands, the night sailing, and the strain of farewells, sought their cabins.

I turned abruptly, as a woman mentioned my name.

She was extremely beautiful.

“I’m Al Anjum Al Waħāb, Durgesh!” She smiled sweetly at me, “We enjoyed each other very much on the islands. I hope you remember me. I mean in this large beautiful nude city on the sea.”

I hugged her passionately.

“Nonsense, Anjum darling! We’ve broken every wall between us. How are you, sweetie?”

She kissed me full on my lips, groped for my full, erect, Uncut Hindu Penis, and adjusted it in between her quivering Lebanese Muslim labial lips.

I smiled at her.

Then squeezed her glorious Lebanese Muslim buttocks.

“Thank you.” Anjum said, rubbing the knob of my Hindu Penis in between her quivering Lebanese Muslim labial lips, “You are very kind to all of us Musalmān Beauties here. Even our husbands are not so kind to us.”

“That’s why I hate matrimony, Anjum! Durgesh as my Hindu lover is far better.”

“You remember my sister?”

“Al Nafeesā Al Waħāb?”

“Yes. Durgesh! I want to consult you.”

“Professionally?” I asked in surprise.

“Yes. I need your services.”

I smiled and entered Al Anjum Al Waħāb.

“Okay, my darling! I’m inside you now.”

Al Anjum Al Waħāb kissed me on my lips gratefully.

“Thank you. I’ve already said you are very kind to all of us Musalmān Beauties without any exception.”

“Nonsense! I love you all Muslim cuties.” I caressed her beautiful Lebanese Muslim buttocks.

“Thank you. We, all Muslim cuties do love you too. Perhaps I did not tell you. My husband, Al Nādir Al Waħāb is not using his real name anymore.”

“What?” Kħadeejah Muħammad and Gul Jamāl exclaimed.

Deepak Khandelwal had already left us as soon as he felt that Al Anjum Al Waħāb wanted privacy with me.

Suddenly, Gul Jamāl also said,

Durgesh! Please excuse me.”

“Nonsense!” Kħadeejah Muħammad grimaced, “Durgesh! I want her here with me, if Anjum is consulting you professionally. You promised me an assistance in the matter.”

Al Anjum Al Waħāb laughed.

“It’s all right with me, Gul! If it’s all right with Durgesh.”

“Slave to Durgesh already?” Gul Jamāl winked at her.

Al Anjum Al Waħāb also winked at her.

Durgesh is the best fucker to us Musalmān Beauties in the entire multiverse. I’m proud of being his slave forever. Moreover, my slavery to Durgesh will increase day by day.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed.

“You mean night by night?”

Al Anjum Al Waħāb also laughed and winked at her,

“Thanks for the correction. Two months ago, Nādir, my husband, was Al Nādir Al Muħammad. Overnight, he changed his name into Al Nādir Al Waħāb. He simply walked out of his position as bookkeeper in Al Ittiħād Al Imāmeen. We hurriedly moved to Mecca from Lebanon. Nādir has given us strict orders that under no circumstances were any of us ever to mention his name as Al Nādir Al Muħammad.”

My eyes showed my interest.

So did the eyes of Kħadeejah Muħammad and Gul Jamāl.

“He left his job rather suddenly?”

“Yes. Without even going back to the office.”

“Rather peculiar.” I said.

Al Anjum Al Waħāb made me to lie down on my back, on the deck.

She mounted me and started up and down movements of her beautiful Lebanese Muslim buttocks.

She squeezed my hand too, meaningfully.

Then she slowly tightened her beautiful fingers until the skin was white across her knuckles.

“Nafeesā, my younger sister, suspected nothing.” Al Anjum Al Waħāb said fucking me normally, “She’s a modern young Årab Muslim woman, a strange mixture of sentiment and cynical, pessimistic, acceptance of life.”

“Yes.” I agreed with Anjum, “I’ve noted it.”

Al Anjum Al Waħāb winked at me.

“While fucking her?”

I also winked at her,

“While fucking her.”

“Her Lebanese Muslm Cunt is tighter than mine, around your Uncut Hindu Penis?”

“Yes. I do confess. You are married. She was a virgin. Are you jealous of your younger sister now?”

Nādirā Kaif smiled at the child.

“Kush! Have you gone through this laptop?”

“Not in the knowledge of daddy.”

“Oh, you should not do it, Kush, without your daddy’s knowledge.”

“Daddy has many wonderful videos here.”

“He is grown up.”

“Ammī saw them.”

“What?”

“She was telling my Nāzimā auntie that daddy is nothing as compared to Durgesh uncle.”

“Naughtynaughty. These are grown up matters, my dear! You are a child now. You should not pay attention to them.”

With extreme difficulty, Nādirā Kaif ultimately managed to draw the attention of the boy into some animated child stuff.

She managed to get him interested in another computer, in another chamber.

Then she locked that chamber and started the laptop of  Deepak Khandelwal.

She was right.

It had the password SIDRAH.

Sidrah Aħmad.

So, the woman is ruling Deepak Khandelwal’s heart nowadays.

Nādirā Kaif remembered her everfirst encounter with Sidrah Aħmad.

No sooner had she started her office computer once again, than the office door whipped open and Durgesh erupted into the room.

Deepak Khandelwal and Nādirā Kaif both stood up in my honor.

“Hello, Nādirā! Hello Deepak!” I waved my hand to them, “Please, be seated. Don’t be formal. We are friends.”

“Sir”Deepak Khandelwal started to say something but I stopped him in the middle.

“Come on, Deepak! Let’s forget formalities and be friends.” I said and hastened to one large oak desk.

Nādirā Kaif noticed that I was wearing a new expensive outfit.

The ascot, suede jacket and slacks.

For so successful entrepreneur, I was surprisingly young to Nādirā Kaif.

She knew I was thirty only.

Pulling off my stylish jacket, I threw it on the divan.

“Kħadeejah told me you two were here. I thought you’d be finished by now and gone.”

Nādirā Kaif smiled,

“Sir”

Durgesh.” I interrupted her and smiled, winking, “I love my name from beautiful mouths.”

Nādirā Kaif bowed,

“Thanks for the compliment, Sir!”

Durgesh.”

“Thank you. Durgesh I mean.”

Deepak Khandelwal felt himself quite ignored.

Nevertheless, Durgesh loved Muslim Beauties and Deepak Khandelwal could not help it.

He grinded his teeth.

Hindu Playboy will even die in nude, surrounded by nude Muslim Beauties, of course.

“It’s all right. Do your job. Just ignore all of us. Can you do it?”

“Of course.” Nādirā Kaif smiled.

Deepak Khandelwal did not say anything.

He only smiled.

He knew his job.

His boss was not interested in him.

He was interested in his utmost beautiful young Muslim Secretary.

“Muħammad says one of his best girls quit on him, telling him that she joined him to get me. She has me now. Therefore, she does not need Muħammad any more.”

Deepak Khandelwal laughed.

“You should have all of them, Sir!”

“Nonsense, Deepak! You know I can’t do it, even if I agree. Well, I’ve got to audition for a replacement, for Muħammad, fast.”

“We could move to another”

“Naw, naw. Stay put. You won’t be in the way. No one’ll notice you.”

Deepak Khandelwal believed that no one’d notice him.

They are mad for Durgesh.

He is the only man they are interested in.

Deepak Khandelwal does not exist for them at all, if Durgesh is there.

Durgesh’s incredible Hindu Penis makes all the difference.

Moreover, Durgesh had more money, too,  for them.

Nādirā Kaif is also negligible to them.

They are after Durgesh’s Hindu Penis, not after Nādirā Kaif’s Muslim Cunt.

They themselves have beautiful Muslim Cunts for Durgesh’s Hindu Penis.

Generally, the men are after the Beauties.

However, Durgesh is the exception.

The Beauties are after Durgesh.

Because, Durgesh is only one, while the Beauties, even the Muslim Beauties, are COUNTLESS.

I had picked up my mobile and contacted Kħadeejah Muħammad, in the dressing room, down the hall.

“Hello, Kħadeejah! How many showed up?”

“More than one thousand.”

“What?”

“More than one thousand.” Kħadeejah Muħammad chuckled mischievously, “Can’t you hear me well?”

“For one vacancy?”

“For one vacancy.”

“I’ll be damned.”

Durgesh! I think I should put you in auction.”

“Nonsense!”

“I bet they’ll pay any amount, even beyond reason, to have a sex session with you.”

“Nonsense!” I laughed, “You idiot! Send the three of them in on the double.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed and looked at more than one thousand Muslim Beauties, present there.

“Okay, girls!” Kħadeejah Muħammad said, smiling to them, “Best of luck. Move your fat Muslim asses, right in there.”

The first three Muslim Beauties entered the office quickly, one after the other, each greeting me warmly, rather flirtatiously.

I acknowledged each with a warm kiss in the air.

I requested the last of the three to shut the door.

“All right. Welcome to my love nest, my dears! Let’s not waste the time. We have too many of you for one single vacancy. Line up there in front of the sofa.”

Obediently, the three Muslim Young Women went to the sofa, and they stood at attention on the green furry throw rug before it.

From the corner of an eye, Deepak Khandelwal, while pretending to work, glanced at them.

Each one was gorgeous, maybe a little obvious in attire and manner, but each young and striking.

“You know why you are here.” I smiled at them, “I’m sure Kħadeejah briefed you. We need only one of you. I’m sorry the response is unanticipated. Nevertheless, I should make it clear that we need ONLY one of you. We need you to fill in on Muħammad’s late show tonight. You understand that?”

All the three Muslim Young Women nodded in unison.

“Okay, then. Starting with you,” said I, pointing to the Platinum Haired Årab Muslim Beauty, nearest me, “give me your namesfull names please! To which country do you belong, what’s your own particular belief in Islam, what’s your family belief, your parents, self-employed or what, dependent on someone or not, why are you interested in such a show? Just for adventure or anything else? Virgin, Married or single? If virgin, why are you interested to lose your virginity in such a sex show? If married, does your husband know it? Do your parents know? What are their reactions? Can you dance? If yes, your best type of dance for a show like this. Okay, darlings, I’m listening.”

Deepak Khandelwal swiveled his chair a bit to his left for a better view of the fabulous Muslim Beauties across the room.

Nādirā Kaif smiled.

Muħammad had entered in the meantime.

He had bowed to me and Deepak Khandelwal.

Then, taking a chair, Muħammad looked at them.

His eyes feasted on each one as she spoke in turn.

The first, the Platinum Haired Årab Muslim Blonde, had a rosy mouth, wet lips, and a Saůūdī appearance.

She was wearing a green turtleneck sweater, abbreviated green skirt, panty hose, and green leather boots.

Her voice was sexy.

“My name is Al Fātimah Al Muħammad. I belong to Makkah Al Mukarrama. My own particular belief in Islam is, of course, Al Waħābiyat. My family belief is also Al Waħābiyat, of course.”

I smiled at the Platinum Haired Årab Muslim Blonde.

“Welcome to my love nest.”

“Thank you, but I don’t think it’s still a love nest.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad also smiled, sexily.

“Eh?”

“Yes! I think it’s a Love Empire now. One may call it a Sex Empire as well. It does not make any difference as Love is Sex and Sex is Love, doubtlessly.”

“Very brilliant!”

“Thank you.”

“Parents?”

“Father, a former American, now converted to Islam, and Nafse Islam, Al Waħābiyat. Ammī a Saůūdī extra ordinary Waħābī Beauty. I’m self employed, Industrialist myself. Al Fātimah Al Muħammad group of Industries is led by your laundī, Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! I’m interested in such a show, because I want YOU for me with a grand celebration.”

“Bravo!” Muħammad clapped out of delight.

Nādirā Kaif and Deepak Khandelwal had also to applaud, because Muħammad did not leave another option for them.”

“Virgin.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad declared, “And, yes, my parents do know. They don’t interfere in my private affairs, as a principle. They have already wished me best of luck, and are here to boost and enhance my morals.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad was monitoring it on closed circuit TV.

She contacted me on my mobile.

“Don’t be happy. She may belong to the terrorist group of Al Qāedah even.”

“Yes. I know. I’m vigilant.”

“Be so. Enjoy all of the Al Qāedah Bitches too. Nevertheless, remember, you are a Multiversalist Humanist.

“Yes, darling! Don’t worry. Thanks for alerting me, even then.”

With immensely cold eyes, Nādirā Kaif watched almost everything she could in that time in that damned laptop of Deepak Khandelwal.

She was more than surprised when she saw how Sidrah Aħmad fucked me right there in the court.

Yes, I did not fuck Sidrah Aħmad.

Sidrah Aħmad fucked me.

Every detail was there in the damned laptop.

How Sidrah Aħmad managed to sit beside me.

How I was encircled with so many burqāposh female psychiatrists.

How Sidrah Aħmad put her shawl on my lap.

How she put her hand under that shawl, unzipped me, entered her hand into my briefs, took out my Hindu Penis out of it and started to play with it.

How she asked me to fuck her then and there in the court in session.

How I refused.

Yet, how she managed to fuck me there.

Everything was there in the laptop.

That incredibly beautiful young woman, Sidrah Aħmad, 27, was capable to do anything anywhere.

Incredible?

Nevertheless, it was there in the laptop.

Nādirā Kaif was horrified when she saw Judge Shrīkānt M. Āgnéý and Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad were watching the entire events, yet couldn’t do anything except to enjoy it.

Allah!

How could she manage it?

How did she manage it?

Nādirā Kaif was still watching it incredulously, when the telephone rang.

Nādirā Kaif hesitated a moment, than almost automatically she lifted the receiver, up.

“Durgesh Kħadeejah Muħammad Diamond Mining, Smelting and Investment Company.” she said.

A very sweet, melodious, musical, woman’s voice sweetened her ear,

“May I ask why anyone here isn’t to meet me?”

“I beg your pardon?”

“It’s Kħadeejah Muħammad. I’m at the airport.”

“What?” Nādirā Kaif almost jumped.

“Didn’t you hear me?”

“I most certainly have heard you, ma’m!” Nādirā Kaif managed to collect herself immediately, “You are most welcome. Yet”

“Yet?”

“We weren’t expecting you, until Monday.” Nādirā Kaif smiled sweetly.

A pleasant feminine laughter was there.

“I thought it is my company, and I can visit it anytime I please. Am I mistaken?”

“Sorry, ma’m! I did not mean it.”

“I sent you a wire. You should have met me. This is an imposition, dearie!”

“Sorry, ma’m! It seems that we haven’t received your wire. Or, if the boss has received it, he did not think me a suitable person to confide in”

“The boss? You mean Deepak?”

“Yes, ma’m!”

“Give the idiot the receiver.

“Sorry, ma’m! He isn’t here?”

“Who are you?”

“Nādirā Kaif. His executive secretary, ma’m! at your service.”

“Well, well, well. Nādirā Kaif. Kħātooné-Kashmir?”

Nādirā Kaif blushed.

“You know me, ma’m? I’m honored. I’m coming there immediately.”

“Where’s Deepak?”

“He isn’t here this morning. This is Saturday morning, you know.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed,

“Are you telling me what day it is? Should you?”

Nādirā Kaif realized her mistake at once.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was the Chief Managing Director of the company, having 80% shares in her own name.

“Sorry, ma’m! I didn’t mean it, of course!”

“Nonsense! Get out here. I’m waiting here like a fool. You are lucky that Durgesh is not with me. He can’t wait like I’m doing. I must do something for the idiot manager of mine, Mr. Deepak Khandelwal? Eh?”

Nādirā Kaif could not respond to it.

Kħadeejah Muħammad went on,

“I’ve had a lot of problems with baggage and all the rest of it. The idiot should have arranged for all these things. Come immediately. Leave the damn everything else as it is. I’m tired.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad slammed the receiver at her end.

Nādirā Kaif hung up in a daze.

She hadn’t anticipated this dramatic turn of the events.

Kħadeejah Muħammad!

They say, Kħadeejah Muħammad is the ‘BĀHAR WĀLĪ’ of Durgesh.

She herself claims to be ‘MORE THAN Durgesh’s WIFE.

Allah!

She can fire even Deepak Khandelwal at once.

It seems she is not pleased with Deepak Khandelwal.

She calls him ‘The idiot.’

Nādirā Kaif reached airport.

She had not seen Kħadeejah Muħammad ever before.

The only thing Nādirā Kaif knew about Kħadeejah Muħammadwas that she resembled Wafa Yåqoob so much that the people suspected Kħadeejah Muħammad was Wafa Yåqoob herself.

Nādirā Kaif had always laughed at the suspicion.

How ridiculous the people’s suspicions become sometimes!

How Kħadeejah Muħammad could be Wafa Yåqoob?

Wafa Yåqoob was a Bahrain citizen.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was an Indian citizen now, yet originally she was a Meccan Saůūdī Årabian Beauty.

Mere resemblance could distort the facts to what extent!

Nādirā Kaif advanced, automatically, to the young woman who resembled Wafa Yåqoob .

She was really as beautiful as Wafa Yåqoob was.

She smiled at Nādirā Kaif as Nādirā Kaif advanced to her.

“Nādirā Kaif?”

“Yes ma’m! Madam Kħadeejah Muħammad, I think.” Nādirā Kaif also smiled at her respectfully.

She could see very well that even when Kħadeejah Muħammad was smiling at her, she was actually appraising her at the same time.

Nādirā Kaif thanked Allah that when she responded to Kħadeejah Muħammad, she did not have any quaver in her own voice.

In addition, why should she have?

Durgesh had taught her not to have any quaver in her voice even when she was with him.

Kħadeejah Muħammad is a multi millionaire, of course!

Yet, Durgesh was a multi millionaire maker.

“Oh, yes!” Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed well naturedly, “Who else?”

“Mr. Deepak Khandelwal’s secretary, Nādirā Kaif, ma’m! the one you talked with over your mobile when I was in the office.”

Nādirā Kaif expected some criticism.

She was surprised when she found Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed at her, instead, cordially.

“You’re a dear, Nādirā! to get out here so soon.”

“I came as soon as I could.”

“I know you did.” Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed again, “Of course, it seemed like a long time to me waiting here. However, I realize, you had a long way to cross from the office to approach here. You must have started at once. Thank you, Nādirā!”

Nādirā Kaif smiled.

“You’reyou’re very welcome. Now, do we take a cab?”

“Of course we take a cab if you haven’t brought your car.”

“Sorry, ma’m! my car was taken by my boss’s wife.”

“It’s alright then. Take a cab.”

“Let me call the porter to carry your baggage out and”

“Please, do.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad pulled out some bills from her purse without even looking at them and offered them to Nādirā Kaif, “Take these ten dollar bills to pay the cab.”

Nādirā Kaif smiled.

“Ma’m! they are not ten-dollar bills. They are thousand dollar bills. “

Kħadeejah Muħammad looked at the bills in her hand.

Then laughed.

“It’s all right. Take them and pay all my expenses here out of them.”

Nādirā Kaif hesitated somewhat.

But, Kħadeejah Muħammad almost literally pushed the bills into her right hand.

“Actually” Nādirā Kaif hesitated, “I’ve some expense money with me, ma’m!”

“Of the company?”

“Of the company.”

“And, how is it so? None knew I could come today.”

“We’ve a safe there keeping some emergency money.”

“Good.”Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled, “Nice arrangement. And the combination is known to you?”

“Yes, ma’m! the combination is known to me.”

“Who else has the combination to the safe?”

“The boss, Mr. Deepak Khandelwal and the bookkeeper.”

“Nice arrangement. How much money you keep there.”

“Not more than several hundreds, ma’m!”

“Make it several thousands.”

“Okay, ma’m!”

“How do you know when I might call on you to take a plane at once for Makkah Al Mukarrama?”

Nādirā Kaif stood in something of a quandary, hardly knowing how to respond to that.

“When you get hold of Deepak Khandelwal, see that the fund is available to the extent I say. I may want you to come to Makkah Al Mukarramah. That’s my birthplace, you know. You’re a grand girl, Nādirā Kaif! I think you’re frightened to death. You should not. You’re a Muslim girl. And a Muslim girl should never be afraid of anyone except Allah Rabbil Åālmīn. “

Nādirā Kaif controlled herself.

“I’m sorry, ma’m! You are right.”

“Moreover” Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled, “after you get to know me better, you won’t be frightened of me even the least. Respect me as your elder sister. Carry out my orders unhesitatingly. But never be afraid of anone, including me; except Allah Rabbil Aalmeen. Do you understand? Unhesitatingly.”

“Yes, Kħadeejah Bājī!”Nādirā Kaif smiled obediently.

“That’s better.” Kħadeejah Muħammad patted her on her back, “Call me, Bājī, instead of ‘ma’m’. I like it more.”

Nādirā Kaif could not decide whether it was Kħadeejah Muħammad’s own good character, or it was the influence of Durgesh on his ‘BĀHAR WĀLĪ’.

“My wire wasn’t received?”

“No, Bājī!”

“It should have been, Nādirā!”

“Yes, Bājī! I think it’s probably on the way someplace.”

“On the way nothing!” Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed genially again, “I left earlier than I intended to, on the spur of the moment. That no-good attendant at the Makkah Al Mukarramah airport, to whom I gave a big bill, so that he could pay for the wire, tore up the telegram, put the money in his pocket, and went out and got drunk. That’s the way with even our Muslim world these days. Allah! mérī taubah! Allah! mérī taubah! No responsibility, no moral stamina, no real downright honesty. Alright, Nādirā! Let’s proceed.”

Nādirā Kaif secured a porter, a cab, and found herself answering intimate searching questions about the business of the Durgesh Kħadeejah Muħammad Diamond Mining, Smelting & Investment Company during the ride in the taxicab.

At one point, Nādirā Kaif endeavored to say,

“I do wish, Bājī! you’d save these questions to ask of my boss, Mr. Deepak Khandelwal.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled at Nādirā Kaif.

“Nādirā! you are in my employ. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, Bājī! of course! Yet, I’m directly under Mr. Deepak Khandelwal.”

“Come on, Nādirā!” Kħadeejah Muħammad put an elderly arm around Nādirā Kaif’s shoulders. She almost hugged her to herself, “I don’t care whom you’re directly under. You’re in my employ. You’re working for me, not for that idiot manager of mine, Deepak Khandelwal . “

“Nevertheless, Bājī! He is not going to like it.”

“He is nobody to like what I do and not to like. He is my employee. I’m not his.”

“Yes, Bājī!”

“You are working now directly under me. You don’t have any obligations whatsoever to your immediate boss, Deepak Khandelwal. Do you want it in writing?”

Nādirā Kaif hesitated somewhat.

“Don’t hesitate. You’ll get my orders to the effect, as soon as we get to the office.”

“Yes, Bājī!”

“You’re drawing wages that come out of my pocket. Anyone who spends has a right to have loyalty in return. Moreover, I want efficiency and I want cooperation, too. You’ll answer my questions, my dear! and we won’t have any more of this ‘Ask Mr. Deepak Khandelwal’ stuff. Is that clear?”

Nādirā Kaif collected herself.

“Yes, Bājī!”

“I’m going to the home just to announce my arrival to the interns. Then we’re going up to the office and you’re going to put in the rest of the day answering questions.”

“I am?” Nādirā Kaif was startled.

“Sure. Why not? And you’re going to answer them right.”

“Yes, Bājī!”

“I don’t want any attempt to shield anyone. You understand. Yourself or anyone else.”

“Yes, Bājī!”

Kħadeejah Muħammadsmiled at her.

“Good girl. Now, for your information, the reason I arrived on Saturday morning instead of Monday is that I knew good and well Deepak Khandelwal would be out fucking some new Muslim Beauty. “

“Bājī!”

“I was not born yesterday, Nādirā! Neither you were. We both are ourselves Muslimahs.”

“Bājī!”

“Moreover” Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled again winking at her, “we both are adult enough to understand a Muslim Cunt needs a Hindu Penis and a Hindu Penis needs a large number of Muslim Cunts.”

Nādirā Kaif smiled.

“Thanks for being so frank, Bājī!”

“It’s all right, Nādirā! I’m not one of those hypocrite Muslimahs who enjoy Hindu Penis clandestinely. I am not ashamed of the fact that we Muslimahs need Hindu Penis. I’m proud of it, instead.”

Nādirā Kaif could not control herself any longer.

She put her arms across the beautiful Meccan Årab Muslim neck of Kħadeejah Muħammadand embraced her respectfully, as if she were really her younger sister.

“We are proud of you, Bājī!”

“I’m too, proud of you all, my Muslimahs sisters; whether Årab Muslimahs or else. I wanted to descend on the office and get some records before Deepak Khandelwal was expecting me. I gave a wire to an attendant but I felt sure he wouldn’t send it. You said that you had the combination to the safe. We are going to open it and we’re going to take a look. I’m going to check some of the figures and you’re going to give me the information I want.”

“Sure, Bājī!” Nādirā Kaif was all for Kħadeejah Muħammadnow.

Kħadeejah Muħammad had won her heart by being so bluntly open that a Muslim Cunt needs Hindu Penis.

Nādirā Kaif loved her for it.

Deepak Khandelwal was suddenly nobody to her as compared to Kħadeejah Muħammad.

“Now then” Kħadeejah Muħammad asked, “who is the Current Muslim Girl Friend of Deepak Khandelwal?”

A Knock Out Muslim Beauty from Mumbaisome Sidrah Aħmad.” Nādirā Kaif smiled at her.

“Knock Out?”

“Sure, Bājī!”

“Met her?”

“Deepak Khandelwal is afraid of me that I may bring Sidrah Aħmad in Durgesh’s contact.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed.

“Afraid of Durgesh?”

“Who isn’t if he’s a man?”

“You are right. Hindus are the best males. Yet Durgesh is the best of them too.”

“And you are called Durgesh’s ‘BĀHAR WĀLĪ’, Bājī!”

“I’m proud of it, Nādirā!”

“We know it, Bājī!”

Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed winking at Nādirā Kaif.

Nādirā Kaif joined her laughter gracefully and proudly.

“I’m going to ask you a straight question, Nādirā!” Kħadeejah Muħammad smiled, “Have you any reason to believe that Deepak Khandelwal is dishonest?”

“Iwhy, no.”

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Like what?”

“You hesitated after you started to answer the question. I don’t want hesitation. Deepak Khandelwal can recruit as many Muslim Beauties, in his staff, as he wants. He can fuck all of them. It’s none of my business. But”

“But, Bājī?”

“He can’t be forgiven if he’s not grateful to me for it.”

“Yes, Bājī! it’s self explicit.”

“I allow the Muslim Beauties working for me, to have as much sex with their Hindu Dream Man as they want. I allow the Hindu Men working for me, to have as much sex with their Muslim Dream Beauties as they want. But, no dishonesty to the company at all. It can’t be forgiven.”

“Yes, Bājī! it’s self explicit.”

“Good that you understand.”

Nādirā Kaif smiled at Kħadeejah Muħammad reassuringly.

“I want straightforward answers, Nādirā! Have you any reason to believe Deepak Khandelwal is dishonest?”

“I don’t know.”

“Certainly you don’t know that Deepak Khandelwal is dishonest, but do you have any reason to believe that he may be dishonest?”

“Well” Nādirā Kaif said, “Deepak Khandelwal has recruited too many Muslim Beauties, in his staff, than actually needed.”

“Deepak Khandelwal fucks them?”Kħadeejah Muħammadwinked at Nādirā Kaif lewdly.

“Most of them. Almost all of them.”Nādirā Kaif smiled.

“Trying to be another Durgesh?”

“Another Durgesh? Certainly not. The Muslim Beauties fuck Durgesh while Deepak Khandelwal fucks Muslim Beauties.”

“You are right. Durgesh is our dream boy.”

Durgesh loves us Muslimahs very much. He enjoys fucking us. He enjoys even sodomizing us.”

“You are right.”

“I love to suck Durgesh’s Hindu Penis.”

“Me too.”Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed, “I like when Durgesh’s Hindu Penis grows into my Meccan Årab Muslim mouth slowly big, bigger, biggest.”

They both smiled at each other significantly.

“There’s one matter more that’s been bothering me, Bājī!”

Kħadeejah Muħammadlooked at her.

Seoni Mine?”

Seoni Mine.”

“That’s been bothering me, Nādirā!” Kħadeejah Muħammad said gravely, “I don’t care that Deepak Khandelwal recruits Muslim Beauties in his staff in a large number and fucks them.”

Nādirā Kaif laughed.

“I think you are right, Bājī!”

“Eh!”

“Yes. Those Muslim Beauties are not born themselves yesterday. They know very well, when Deepak Khandelwal recruits them that actually Deepak Khandelwal wants to fuck them. Yet they always apply in large numbers when they are recruited. What does it mean?”

Kħadeejah Muħammad laughed.

“That the Muslim Beauties enjoy Deepak Khandelwal’s Hindu Penis into their beautiful Muslim Cunts?”

“Doesn’t it, Bājī?”

“Of course, it does.” Kħadeejah Muħammad confirmed Nādirā Kaif, “So it’s actually their personal matter. We don’t have to interfere among Deepak Khandelwal and his Muslim Yalāyalīs.”

“Deepak is facing one more problem, Bājī!”

“Oh, oh! Not Yogéndr Jīvātman?”

Nādirā Kaif was stunned.

“You know it too, Bājī?”

“Well, I’ve to keep me updated, Nādirā! if I really want to keep my position of the Chief Managing Director of the company. However, Yogéndr Jīvātman directly approached me to claim that he is a better Manager than Deepak Khandelwal.”

Nādirā Kaif laughed.

“What did you say?”

“I told him to have more shareholders with him than Deepak Khandelwal has.”

“Now, it explains the ads running in the newspapers and news channels.”

“Doesn’t it?”

Nādirā Kaif remembered the ad:

‘You stockholders of the Durgesh Kħadeejah Muħammad Diamond Mining, Smelting & Investment Company invested your money because you wanted to make money. You wanted money for yourselves, your Muslim wives, your intimate Muslim Women/Hindu Gents friends, your children from them and your heirs.

What are you getting?

A new bunch of Muslim Pussies every now and then to satisfy the immensely ravenous Hindu Penis of our brilliant Manager, Mr. Deepak Khandelwal.

They are not good at work.

They are good for him on his bed.

As soon as he recruits them, he starts to transfer as many shares of the Durgesh Kħadeejah MuħammadDiamond Mining, Smelting & Investment Company in their names as it is possible for him.

Naturally, the Muslim Beauties support him in return.

So, our efficient Hindu Play Boy Manager, Mr. Deepak Khandelwal, is making money and so do his beautiful Muslimāt bed mates.

But, what about you?

Some of our beautiful Muslim women stockholders have surrendered to Deepak Khandelwal and have started to share his bed.

They do not share Durgesh’s bed.

Therefore, it was possible for them.

What about my Muslim women friends?

What about your Muslim women friends?

The main brain working for Deepak Khandelwal, is not his own.

It’s a Mumbai Nympho Maniac, Sidrah Aħmad.

Deepak Khandelwal’s own Extra Ordinary Beautiful Libyan Muslim wife Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain is so fed up of Deepak Khandelwal that she is planning to divorce him.

She has already replaced Deepak Khandelwal with Durgesh while she has a seven-year-old son, Kush Khandelwal too from Deepak Khandelwal.

Sidrah Aħmad is enjoying Deepak Khandelwal’s Hindu Penis into her Sunni Muslimah Cunt as well as Deepak Khandelwal’s wealth too.

If you want to enrich Sidrah Aħmad, Deepak Khandelwal and his Muslimahs bedmates, continue to support Deepak Khandelwal.

But, if you want to enrich yourselves, support Yogéndr Jīvātman.

Mail your proxy to Yogéndr Jīvātman, care Proxy Holders Board of Salvage, and then with Yogéndr Jīvātman in the saddle, watch things begin to hum.’

I entered my room.

The room was used as a writing room cum office by me.

Kħadeejah Muħammadwas waiting eagerly for me.

“Hey, Sex Mystery Sci-fi Writer!” the mischievous Meccan Årab Muslim young woman addressed me; “We’ve a mystery here waiting for you.”

I pulled Kħadeejah Muħammad in my arms and kissed her on her beautiful Meccan Årab Muslim feminine lips.

“Sālī!” I squeezed her Meccan Årab Muslimahs Saůūdī Breasts and buttocks, “Can’t talk without any mischief?”

Kħadeejah Muħammad squeezed my Hindu Penis in return.

“Why should I, my Hindusthānī Hindu Kħasam?”

“Want to get it?”

“Yes!”

I lifted Kħadeejah Muħammad up in my arms and took her into our bedroom attached with the office.

Kħadeejah Muħammad undressed me.

I undressed her and kissed her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt.

Excited Kħadeejah Muħammad kissed my Hindu Penis, took it into her mouth and started to suck it vehemently.

“What happened?” I asked.

We both were stark naked now.

I was lying there on my back.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was almost sitting and lying on my mouth in a manner so that her labial lips were crushing my masculine Hindu lips.

Her back was towards me.

She held my Hindu Penis between her right index finger and thumb, and sucking my Hindu Penis, bending down on it.

Our breaths were hot.

“You can’t live without my Hindu Penis, Kħadeejah!” I said breathing hot, “It was only the night passed I didn’t fuck you. And you are ravenous as if I haven’t fucked you for centuries.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad winked at me.

“You don’t like it?”

“I love it.”

“So don’t complain. Kiss my Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt and let me suck your Hindu Penis.”

“Sālī! That’s why I’ve brought you here in the bedroom. My Hindu Penis is dying to tear out your Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt once again.”

“Your Hindu Penis will be captive there for a long time.”Kħadeejah Muħammad winked, “The poor Hindu King Cobra will go inside, come out till only its head immersed there, go inside again, come out till only its head immersed there. Think out profoundly before indulging into a long jihad with my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt .”

“Long Jihad?”

“Long Jihad.”

“Okay, Sālī! Om Kham Brahm!Om tasmai jyéshthāý Brahmañé namah!”

“Allaho Akbar!” Kħadeejah Muħammad rejoined.

My Hindu Penis entered Kħadeejah Muħammad’s Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt aggressively.

Kħadeejah Muħammad’s Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt greeted my Hindu Penis equally.

She was on the bed now on her back.

Her gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Muslimah buttocks were up in the air to help her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt swallow my Hindu Penis entirely to the hilt.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!” Kħadeejah Muħammad kissed me passionately on my Hindu male lips, “Your unique Hindu Penis is there now into my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt completely. Don’t move. Just hug me and let’s remain in this way for sometime until my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt feels normal with your entire Hindu Penis inside.”

My masculine Hindu palms pulled her buttocks towards me more and more, trying my Hindu Penis to penetrate her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt more and more in this way.

“Allah!” Kħadeejah Muħammad whispered on my masculine Hindu lips, “Allah! Don’t move, Durgesh! Please! Let me enjoy your entire miraculous Hindu Penis into me. Just don’t move. Just hug me and let’s remain in this way for sometime until my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt feels normal with your entire Hindu Penis inside. Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!”

I was kissing Kħadeejah Muħammad on her beautiful scarlet Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah lips.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was whispering again and again,

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!”

She was enjoying my entire Hindu Penis into her evertight Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt.

My Hindu Penis was throbbing there immersed to the hilt.

Kħadeejah Muħammad’s Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah labial lips were throbbing on the base of my Hindu Penis swallowing it completely.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!” Kħadeejah Muħammadwas still whispering.

Her nude smooth Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah thighs had wrapped my nude Hindu waist.

“Allah!” Kħadeejah Muħammad whispered again on my masculine Hindu lips, “Allah! Don’t move, Durgesh! Please! Let me enjoy your entire miraculous Hindu Penis into me. Just don’t move. Just hug me and let’s remain in this way for sometime until my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt feels normal with your entire Hindu Penis inside. Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!”

“You were telling me something, darling!”

“Oh, yes! Sorry, I forgot. Your throbbing Hindu Penis into my burning Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt ”

“Yes! I know. My throbbing Hindu Penis into your burning Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt makes you forget everything.” I kissed extremely beautiful Kħadeejah Muħammad on her lips, “Nevertheless, it maybe important to all of us, Kħadeejah darling!”

“It is.” Kħadeejah Muħammad said, “Well, you know Zubédah Sheikħ. She is incurably romantic. Since our receptionist, Kħālidah Ůsmān is on leave today, Zubédah was on the reception.”

“What happened?” I tried to pull out my Hindu Penis somewhat to penetrate her once again with all my strength, but Kħadeejah Muħammad immediately repeated,

“Allah! Allah! Don’t move, Durgesh! Please! Let me enjoy your entire miraculous Hindu Penis into me. Just don’t move. Just hug me and let’s remain in this way for sometime until my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt feels normal with your entire Hindu Penis inside. Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What a pleasure!”

“All right. All right.” I stopped pulling out my Hindu Penis, and thrust it back again into Kħadeejah Muħammad’s evertight Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Pussy, grabbing her both mount Everest Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah breasts “You were telling me something important.”

“If Zubédah is on the reception ever, and she pays any attention to anyone she’ll work up a whole Hindu-Muslimah love/sex story around that person. During the noon hour when there are very few calls coming in at the switchboard and people seldom at the office, as Kħālidah Ůsmān does, Zubédah also starts reading Hindu-Muslimahs love/sex stories and eating chocolate creams.”

I grinned.

My Hindu Penis was being pinched by Kħadeejah Muħammad’s ravenous Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt Walls, aggressively, along its entire Hindu length and thickness,

“And then both Zubédah and Kħālidah tell me how they are watching their weight.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad said, smiling.

“Well, Zubédah was reading this Hindu Muslimah love/sex story. She had just come to the most interesting part of the story when the Muslimah started to fuck a Hindu herself, this young woman came in. She was terribly excited. She said she had to see you right away.”

“Yes!” I urged her.

Kħadeejah Muħammad’s Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt Walls were continuously squeezing my still throbbing Hindu Penis around its entire length and thickness.

Her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah labial lips were still quivering around the strong base of my Hindu Penis.

“Zubédah told her that you were out somewhere that you are seldom able to see anyone without appointment. The young woman was almost hysterical. She said, ‘Never mind. Never mind. I’ll wait. He’ll see me. I’m one of his ardent fans. I love every word he writes.”

“Love?” I smiled.

“Love.” Kħadeejah Muħammad winked significantly.

Kħadeejah Muħammad’s French kiss now, was of my life and her too.

I started to move my tongue into her hot Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah mouth and Kħadeejah Muħammadrepeated the same.

“She said,” After a long and passionate French kiss, Kħadeejah Muħammadtold me, “I don’t want to leave this house until I’ve arranged to have Durgesh protect me. I want Durgesh to look after my interests and I want to get a good detective agency.”

Durgesh?” I asked, “She called me Durgesh?”

“Why not?” Kħadeejah Muħammad winked, “She is a young modern Årab Muslimah Beauty. It’s impossible she does not know how you die to fuck us Årab Muslimahs Beauties.”

I smiled at her.

“And, she is willing to let me fuck her?”

“Who of us isn’t?”

Kħadeejah Muħammad again entered her tongue into my Hindu male mouth.

We continuously kissed for 15 minutes.

By the time she became very horny and me too.

My Hindu dick was trying to tear Kħadeejah Muħammad’s Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt.

I then started massaging her pair of boobs.

Round shaped boobs with pink nipples.

I started pressing her boobs and nipples with my palms and she felt an electric shock in her body.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was pressing her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah female body upwards.

I started to press her nipples and I was in heaven.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was moaning continuously.

I pressed her boobs for about ten minutes and then started to lick her beautiful Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah neck and belly.

She had clean-shaven Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy and very fair.

Her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah cunt was superb and I just cannot resist myself from fucking it.

She was moaning now loudly and throwing her hips upwards.

She held me tightly and started to press my Hindu Penis into her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah cunt hole.

It felt great.

The taste was heavenly, the test of a young un-fucked untouched Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy.

Juices started to flow out of her cunt lips and this gave me more excitement.

We both were totally nude.

She looked at my Hindu dick penetrating her evertight Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Pussy.

And cried,

“Penetrate my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt hole, Durgesh! Just Penetrate. Penetrate. And Penetrate.

My Hindu cock was throbbing continuously.

She was very tight and I was the happiest man to fuck that evertight Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy. She cried loudly as I pushed my Hindu Penis inside her cunt even though it had become well lubricated with her juices.

Kħadeejah Muħammadwas lying down straight on the bed with her legs on my shoulders.

Her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy was clearly visible.

I gave a little jerk in her hole.

She cried and tried to throw me away but I held her with my strong Hindu arms. And gave her a tight French kiss.

I pulled out and pumped further an inch of my Hindu cock into her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy.

Kħadeejah Muħammadcried loudly but her cries got lost into my mouth.

With two more jerks all the length was lost into her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy once again.

I could feel the warmth and tightness of her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy around my uncut full Hindu cock.

Kħadeejah Muħammadwas throwing her legs moaning loudly and with some jerks pain went away.

Kħadeejah Muħammadstarted to enjoy and moan softly.

I concentrated on her boobs and kept on fucking her.

Kħadeejah Muħammadwas having tears in her eyes and moaning,

“Oh my love! Come on. Do fast. ohhhh noooo ahhhh it’s very enjoying more!!! Fast.”

This gave me more excitement and I started fucking Kħadeejah Muħammadvery fast.

I felt her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy becoming very tight as she had her orgasms.

She kissed me rapidly and said,

“I love you… I love you. I love you. Sex is so good. Sex is so good.”

I kept on fucking and pumping my Hindu dick inside her Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy with full length. She had a couple of orgasms before I was Cumming.

I loaded Kħadeejah Muħammad’s Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy with a great thrust and all my Hindu cum was deeply rooted into her small Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah Cunt hole…

Some drops were sliding from the side.

Kħadeejah Muħammad said,

“Allah! It’s something hot inside my Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah pussy.”

We lay in the same position for about 30 minutes.

Then she said me,

“Thank you, Durgesh! Meri Jān! Mere Hindu Piyā!”

I was the happiest person to fuck a beautiful and sexy Meccan Saůūdī Årab Muslimah girl, Kħadeejah Muħammad.

We had many sessions continuously.

At my home, in her bathroom, and even on my terrace too.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was as hypersexual as I was.

Chapter 4

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

12. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

18. Saamved: Mantr 1

19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

21. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25


Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind–2

Durgesh Sidrah: One More Mastermind

Durgesh

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Nādirā Kaif had to sign the register in the office-building elevator.

It was Saturday morning.

‘Personal life

Katrina Kaif, was born in Hong Kong[2] on July 16, 1984 to an Indian Kashmiri father and a whiteBritish mother.

One of eight children, all daughters, she was raised in Hawaii.

At age fourteen, she was approached by an agent and began modeling; her first job was a jewelry campaign. She continued modeling in London.

―Wikipedia: Katrina Kaif

No one knew here that she was one of the seven sisters of Katrina Kaif.

It was known that she was a Pakistan occupied Kashmiri Muslim girl.

Her Ammī was a white British Muslim.

She looked around.

All other offices were closed.

Nādirā Kaif was looking for ward to a restful weekend but a wire announcing that Kħadeejah Muħammad was due to arrive from Saůūdī Arab on day after tomorrow morning.

It necessitated a lot of last minute statements and reports.

Nādirā Kaif had been unable to get them together by quitting time Friday night.

So, she had promised Deepak Khandelwal that she would come in Saturday morning, finish computer feeding of the reports and have everything on a DVD, so that it can be transferred to his laptop the first thing Monday morning.

The situation was further complicated by the fact that the Diamond Mining, Smelting & Investment Company, Nādirā Kaif was working for, was not actually singularly owned by Kħadeejah Muħammad only.

It was a part of HVS GROUP OF COMPANIES.

Kħadeejah Muħammad was its Managing Director only, not the Owner.

HVS GROUP OF COMPANIES was owned by Hindu Vishv Sansthān.

And, the Life Time Chairman of Hindu Vishv Sansthān was Durgesh himself.

Nādirā Kaif was proud of sleeping with Durgesh, yet she knew, she was deceiving Durgesh.

She was so exactly identical to her twin sister, Katrina Kaif, that she deceived Durgesh, claiming she is Katrina Kaif, herself.

By ten thirty, when Nādirā Kaif was well immersed in her work, she heard the patter of running feet, then the sound of knuckles on the door and a childish treble saying,

“Nādirā auntie― Nādirā auntie!”

For a moment, Nādirā Kaif’s face softened.

Then she frowned with annoyance.

“Kush Khandelwal, Deepak Khandelwal’s seven year old son from his extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, worshipped the ground, Nādirā Kaif walked on.

It was Deepak Khandelwal’s plan to take her onto his bed, she knew.

Socialist People’s Libyan Arab Great Jamahiriya

الجماهيرية العربية الليبية الشعبية الاشتراكية العظمى
Al-Jamāhīriyyah al-
ʿArabiyyah al-Lībiyyah aš-Šaʿbiyyah al-Ištirākiyyah al-ʿUmā

Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain had her approach to the Secretary General of the General People’s Congress, Miftah Muħammad Ke’ba.

Deepak Khandelwal was afraid of his wife, Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, already therefore.

Nādirā Kaif, in turn, was strangely drawn to the youngster, Kush Khandelwal.

So, Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, was always kind to Nādirā Kaif.

She was, herself, not more interested in her husband, Deepak Khandelwal.

She was interested now in winning my heart itself.

“I was a fool to marry a Manager of a Company.” Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, had said once to her, “Nādirā dear, I could have won Durgesh’s heart myself.”

“Ħabībah!” Nādirā Kaif had stiffened.

“My playboy Hindu husband has a new girl friend, Sidrah Aħmad.”

“Allah!” Nādirā Kaif said under her breath, “Not once again.”

“She lives in Mumbai.”

“How do you know?”

“I have my own information sources.”

“Allah! Allah!” Nādirā Kaif said.

“Let your boss, Deepak Khandelwal fuck Sidrah Aħmad. I’ll fuck the great Freelance Writer and Barrister, Durgesh himself.”

Nādirā Kaif had looked at Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain with startled eyes.

The girl, playing with my Hindu Penis, in the courtroom, had spread her beautiful Muslim eyes wide now.

Durgesh, your Hindu penis is increasing in length and thickness, both.”

I smiled.

“So?”

“And―and in strength too.”

“Enjoying?”

“It’s impossible.”

“What’s impossible?”

“I’ve not seen any penis increasing in such a way. It’s―it’s miraculous. It’s wonderful. It’s surprising.”

Suddenly a man, sitting beside her, addressed her,

“Sidrah―Sidrah darling!”

I smiled at him.

“Do you know her?”

“More than herself.”

Sidrah laughed,

“Please, meet my husband, Durgesh darling! Barrister Åbbās Aħmad. Public Prosecutor, Mumbai.”

I whistled almost.

“I’m glad to meet you, Aħmad Sāħab!”

Public Prosecutor, Mumbai, Åbbās Aħmad; smiled.

“You are not glad to meet me. You are glad to meet my wife, Sidrah Aħmad.”

I smiled back at him and bent down on Sidrah.

She lifted her wonderful Muslim mouth expectantly.

I looked around us.

We were in the last line of chairs, in the courtroom.

Sidrah was between her husband, Åbbās Aħmad, and me.

Every one was looking at Hudā and the witness, Imāmzādī Almās Kaif.

There were only two men in the last line of chairs.

Public Prosecutor Åbbās Aħmad, Sidrah’s husband; and me.

Only― Sidrah’s husband and me.

All the rest were beautiful young Muslim women, bearing burqās.

Astonishing!

Every one of them was bearing burqā.

And it was not Pakistan.

It was India.

I knew I was quite safe in kissing Sidrah Aħmad, openly, in the courtroom itself.

I kissed her passionately.

Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā!

How beautiful Sidrah Aħmad was.

Her lips were juicy.

Passionate.

Scarlet red.

Quivering.

And, wonderful.

She clung to me.

I hugged her.

Both her pointed, erect, Muslim boobs were penetrating my wide Hindu masculine chest.

My right Hindu palm automatically went to her gorgeous Muslim buttocks.

It was habitual to do so.

As soon as, my brain felt, there’s a young woman, surrendering to me for sex and clinging to me, my right palm automatically went to her buttocks.

“Kiss me.” Sidrah Aħmad whispered to me, passionately, “Kiss me passionately, Durgesh! Otherwise I’d die.”

“Don’t worry, my darling, I’ll never let you die.”

“She needs your Hindu Penis right into her Sunni Muslimah Cunt.” Her husband, Public Prosecutor, Åbbās Aħmad, said.

I could not believe my ears.

“What?” I looked at him incredulously.

“He is right, Durgesh!” Sidrah Aħmad whispered under her hot, burning, scorching, breaths.

Her Sunni Muslimah breath was fragrant and intoxicating.

Both her hands were around my neck.

My Hindu Penis was between her soft Sunni Muslimah thighs.

It was knocking on the Sunni Muslimah door of Jannaté Firdaus.

Sunni Muslimah Jannaté Firdaus.

She pressed my throbbing Hindu Penis between her Sunni Muslimah thighs.

My Hindu Penis again demanded entry quite angrily.

I felt that if I don’t enter Sidrah Aħmad, my Hindu Penis would break down out of intense passion.

Suddenly, I pulled her on my lap.

“What happened?”

“What happened?”

The people were suddenly asking.

There was a sudden disorder in the courtroom.

Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad had turned to us.

Judge Shrīkānt M. Āgnéý banged his gavel,

“Order. Order. What’s happening there? There must be no disturbance any more. Otherwise, I’ll clear the courtroom.”

Nādirā Kaif shut off her computer, crossed her secretarial office, entered the reception room and opened the door.

Kush Khandelwal, his eyes shining with eagerness, held up a laptop for her inspection.

“Hello, Nādirā auntie! Hello, Nādirā auntie!!” he said.

Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, moved steadily and deliberately on her high heeled light walking shoes.

She came almost marching down the corridor.

Nādirā Kaif put her arm around the boy, Kush Khandelwal, and lifted him up.

“He is the best gift to me from my ex Hindu husband, Deepak Khandelwal.” Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, smiled at Nādirā sweetly.

Nādirā Kaif digested the information.

The information was altogether new to her, that Deepak Khandelwal was an ex Hindu husband, now, to Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife.

Or, more correctly, ex Libyan Muslim wife.

Nādirā Kaif kissed Kush.

She knew, sooner or later, it was bound to happen.

Deepak Khandelwal was completely in a sexual magic spell of this Sidrah Aħmad.

It was to the extent that he was neglecting Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, his extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, too.

“I see, you are not surprised.” Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, smiled at her.

“I am already surprised, Al Ħabībah! Deepak is neglecting you for an Indian Muslim girl.”

“Not an Indian Muslim girl―a Sunni Muslim girl.”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you not Sunni?”

“I am Sunni. But Deepak Khandelwal needs as many Sunni Muslim girls to fuck, as he can afford to.”

“Why?”

“You should have asked him.”

“What?”

“You should have asked him, when he tried to black mail you to make you sleep with him.”

Nādirā Kaif smiled,

“I don’t blame him, Al Ħabībah!”

“Why?”

“We all―all of us―are human beings. When our stomach is filled, our life between our thighs starts to demand from us more and more.”

Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, sat down on a sofa.

“I’m listening.” She smiled, “I like your philosophy of life.”

Nādirā Kaif also sat down on sofa chair, opposite Al Ħabībah.

“Well, it’s not exactly original.”

“Influenced from Durgesh?”

“Heavily. The only thing, I can’t digest from Durgesh, is that he proposes―”

“―advocates―”

“Yes! Sorry. He advocates POLYGAMY for Hindu males, but Monogamy for even us Muslimahs.”

“I think, his genes make him to behave in such an absurd manner.”

Deepak Khandelwal stood leaning against the rail as an inky ribbon of black water widened between the ship and the dock.

The hoarse whistle bellowed into noise as spectators on the pier waved hands and handkerchiefs in farewell.

Propellers churned the water into yeasty foam, and then subsided.

The strains of Aloha Oe, snug by the soft voices of beautiful Muslim women, reached the ears of suddenly silent passengers.

Minutes later, as the shore noises drifted astern, Deepak Khandelwal, watching the Aloha tower shrinking in the background of city lights, could see the black outlines of the mountains rising in silent silhouette against the stars.

The hiss of water streaming past the ship’s side became increasingly audible.

Kħadeejah Muħammad clasped strong fingers over the back of my hand where it rested on the rail.

“I’ll never forget this, Durgesh!” She kissed me on my lips, “It’s big and quiet and solemn.”

I nodded, fingering the flowered leis that circled my neck with hands of red, white and purple.

“Want to stay, darling?” I asked.

“No―but it’s something I’ll never forget.”

My voice showed power and self-confidence,

“It’s been a wonderful interlude. A whole month of absolute nudity everywhere. All the beautiful Muslimahs from almost every Islamic country, and other countries too. All the handsome Hindu men from India. All the impotent Musalmeen husbands to serve us all. Your idea was really fantastic.”

“Thank you.” Kħadeejah Muħammad bent down and kissed my steel hard, eight inches long, inviting Hindu Penis.

“Your Hindu Penis once again proved its uniqueness. Of all Hindus, there on the island; it was only your Hindu Penis that was unique.

Six inches long, when untouched by any beautiful nymph, eight inches long when serviced properly by her in her palm, ten inches long when sucked, and twelve inches long when inside.”

Deepak Khandelwal heard it, and grimaced.

His penis was eight inches long, but it never extended beyond nine inches, however it’s served by beautiful soft Muslim palms, mouths, cunts and asses.

Nine inches was his limit.

All his passionate sex kicks, inside even; could not extend it beyond nine inches, ever.

He had talked with Durgesh.

“Your Hindu Penis is a great gift to you from Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā.”

Kħadeejah Muħammad was sleeping.

So, Durgesh was surrounded by almost every Muslimah there.

All in nude.

Durgesh was also in nude.

Deepak Khandelwal was also in nude.

“I’d advised you, Deepak, to watch your Stavans.”

“My friends and family laugh at me when I offer Stavans to your Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā.”

“My Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā?” I laughed, “Hey, He is not only mine.”

“Yes.”

“You sound disappointed.”

“I sent my Secretary, Gul Jamāl to you. She let you fuck her on my request.”

“Oh,” I smiled at Gul Jamāl, “You are excellent on the bed, Gul!”

“Thank you. I told the boss that your Hindu Penis is only six inches long, but it extends to eight inches when some beauty play with it properly, taking it in her palms.”

“I did not believe her.” Deepak Khandelwal groaned, “Yet, she proved to be right. I’m the only one here whose penis extends to nine inches only. All the rest extend between nine and ten inches.”

“And―” Gul Jamāl kissed my Hindu Penis, bending over it, “it’s the only penis here that extends beyond ten inches, when inside, with each stroke, as much as to twelve inches even.”

Gul Jamāl was from Afghanistan.

She was a Pathan Muslim girl.

Immensely beautiful of course.

She conspired with me against her boss, Deepak Khandelwal.

My Hindu Penis into her Pathan Muslim Cunt and her Pathan Muslim ass had won her forever.

Now, Deepak Khandelwal could not satisfy her absolutely, as he could satisfy her till now.

“I’ll kiss your feet always, Durgesh!” Gul Jamāl was riding on my mount Everest Hindu Penis, and was fucking me, herself, savagely, “Please, promise me that you’ll fuck me always from now on.”

“But you are Deepak’s secretary, Gul! Will he let you?”

“I’m his secretary―not his wife.” Gul Jamāl flared.

“Gul darling!”

“Even his wife, Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, is planning to fuck you, and you are trying to stop me! His secretary?”

Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad came to us marching angrily.

“What are you doing, Durgesh? What are you doing?” Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad shouted.

Public Prosecutor, Åbbās Aħmad, also shouted angrily,

“What do you think?”

Nādir shouted,

“Behave. Who are you?”

“I’m Public Prosecutor, Mumbai, Åbbās Aħmad.”

“What?”

“Yes! And this is my card. Take it. Here it is.”

Nādir Muħammad looked at him madly.

“What are you looking at? That’s my face―not my card.”

“Oh―oh―yes!-―yes.”

“Take it.”

Nādir Muħammad took the card.

Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, smiled at Nādirā Kaif.

Nādirā Kaif tried to change the subject,

“I’ve some work to do, Al Ħabībah!”

“Oh!”

“A very important job. We are working against a deadline.”

“I know. Kħadeejah Muħammad is coming Monday morning.” Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain’s voice showed her utter indifference to the urgency of the matter.

Why should she be afraid of Kħadeejah Muħammad any more?

It was Deepak Khandelwal, who was the manager of Durgesh Kħadeejah Muħammad Diamond Mining, Smelting & Investment Company―not she.

She has decided to divorce Deepak Khandelwal now.

She has decided to go to Durgesh’s bed where even Kħadeejah Muħammad is a woman only.

“Nādirā!” she addressed Nādirā Kaif sweetly, “Would you be a dear and watch Kush for thirty minutes? I’ve a very important personal appointment and I just can’t take him with me. You know, you are the only one, he’ll stay with.”

Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, glanced at her wristwatch.

Nādirā Kaif knew that the thirty minutes could be at least forty-five and might well be an hour.

And if Al Ħabībah is going to Durgesh

“Are you going to Durgesh?” Nādirā Kaif asked Al Ħabībah suddenly, smiling.

“Why not?” Al Ħabībah also smiled back at Nādirā Kaif, “Why should I not? Your boss, Deepak Khandelwal, is interested in Sidrah Aħmad more, than in me. Why should I not go to Deepak Khandelwal’s boss, Durgesh, and offer myself to him?”

“Well―” Nādirā Kaif hesitated.

She looked at her wristwatch.

“I ask you it for my sake, Nādirā!” Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain said to her gravely, “We are friends, both against a man, Deepak Khandelwal.”

“Well, I’m not exactly against him, Al Ħabībah!” Nādirā Kaif tried to smile.

Al Ħabībah looked at her, astonished.

“Nādirā! You are not against a man who is trying to blackmail you constantly?”

“I know how beautiful I am, Al Ħabībah!”

“So what?”

“Your husband, Deepak Khandelwal, is not the only man who desires me. I can’t be against all the men who dream of me. I too dreamt of Durgesh.”

“Dreamt of Durgesh? Not only you, my dear, NOT only you. In fact, who of us beauties does not?”

Nādirā Kaif laughed.

Durgesh fucks my sister Katrina Kaif, in his understanding, not me.”

“And, imagine, the real Katrina Kaif, meets Durgesh and falls in love with him.” Deepak Khandelwal’s extra ordinary beautiful Libyan Muslim wife, Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain, smiled at Nādirā Kaif.

“No chance at all. Katrina is interested in her career, not in sex.”

“And, imagine, Durgesh meets the real Katrina Kaif, and falls in love with her.”

Nādirā Kaif laughed loudly.

“No chance at all again. Durgesh is already fucking the real Katrina Kaif, in his understanding. In his understanding, the real Katrina Kaif, is mad for him.”

“Nādirā! You are playing with dynamite.”

“Nonsense! The real Katrina Kaif, is my real sister. She can’t go against me. Want to bet that she can even admit to Durgesh that she is mad for him? She fucks him?”

“And if Durgesh wants to fuck her then and there?”

Katrina Kaif is the number one heroine of the Bollywood now. She can manage all the situations. She is habitual of such managements now.”

Al Ħabībah smiled,

“Actually, Nādirā! Kush has some things he wants to talk over with you. He’s been rather upset this morning. Gul Jamāl is also not here.”

“Oh, Nādirā auntie!” Kush pleaded, “Let me stay here with you, please! I want to talk with you.”

“All right.” Nādirā Kaif said, “But you are going to have to be a good boy, Kush! You’re going to sit on a chair and watch your Nādirā auntie work. I have some very important statements to get out.”

“I’ll be good.” Kush promised.

He climbed into a chair, and seated himself with his hands in a possessive way on the laptop.

Al Ħabībah Al Ħusain headed for the door.

“I’m coming after fucking that HVS Supremo.”

“Best of luck.” Nādirā Kaif laughed at her.

“Thank you.” Al Ħabībah called after and waved her.

Nādirā Kaif smiled at Kush,

“What’s in the laptop?”

“Videos.”

Nādirā Kaif regarded the laptop with sudden apprehension,

“Now look here, Kush! You don’t have those dirty videos stored in your laptop. Not again that dirty 6yrs old girl, Samīnā; sucking your Hindu manhood, giving you a fine blowjob, as you say.”

Kush smiled and shook his head,

“This isn’t my laptop. It’s Daddy’s.”

“What do you mean?”

“Daddy keeps his laptop in his bedroom, upstairs. Last night he let me put my laptop too in his bedroom. He said we‘d interchange our laptops one day. Therefore, this morning, I took his laptop.

The words poured out with Kush’s childish accent.

They were spoken so rapidly that one word seemed literally to tread on the heels of another as they left the child’s lips.

Nādirā Kaif regarded the laptop thoughtfully.

It may contain anything.

Even the secret information regarding the Company, Durgesh Kħadeejah Muħammad Diamond Mining Smelting & Investment Company.

Yes, it can’t be reached without proper password, but Deepak Khandelwal had a bad habit about passwords.

He usually used his current girl friend’s name as password.

If she is right, it must be SIDRAH now.

Once it was Ħabībah.

Once it was Nādirā too, though she never was his girl friend.

Public Prosecutor, Mumbai, Åbbās Ahmad―yes, he was right.

Public Prosecutor, Jabalpur, Nādir Muħammad extended his right hand.

“Nice to meet you here at Jabalpur. Myself Nādir Muħammad, Public Prosecutor here.”

Åbbās gripped Nādir Muħammad’s hand in his strong palm.

“Nice to meet you too. Nice to meet you too. She is my wife, Sidrah Aħmad.”

“On Durgesh’s lap?” Nādir Muħammad asked in the flow, but he regretted it as soon as he asked it.

Sidrah Aħmad closed her softest Sunni Muslimah buttocks around my revolting steel hard Hindu Penis between them.

She clung to me again with entire her feminine force.

“She is ill.” Åbbās Aħmad said.

“Oh―” Public Prosecutor, Jabalpur, Nādir Muħammad said, “You should haven’t brought her here.”

I squeezed Sidrah Aħmad’s beautiful Muslim tits on the pretext that I was taking care of her.

Sidrah Aħmad shuddered on my hot Hindu lap.

Judge Shrīkānt M. Āgnéý had taken a fifteen-minute recess to clear the matter.

He was in his chamber now.

My Hindu Penis was Mount Everest now, between her Sunni Muslim glorious buttocks.

My entire existence was shouting at me, to tear off her dress, make her naked, and fuck her then and there in the very courtroom.

My angry Hindu Penis was demanding it, savagely; right there between her Sunni Muslim wonderful buttocks.

It was throbbing there trying to penetrate her Sunni Muslim asshole.

Sidrah Aħmad was madly clinging to me, kissing on my forehead, on my face, on my lips, on my neck and where not.

Public Prosecutor, Jabalpur, Nādir Muħammad was looking at us incredulously.

“What is your wife doing, Sir? What is your wife doing, Sir?” he asked feverishly.

“Tell him, Doctor!” Public Prosecutor, Mumbai, Åbbās Aħmad addressed a young girl in he burqā.

“Doctor?” We all were surprised.

“Yes. She is a psychiatrist from Mumbai, Dr. Ameenah Sultān Åālam.”

All the people surrounding us were suddenly all praise for the world known, renowned psychiatrist from Mumbai, Dr. Ameenah Sultān Åālam.

She had with her several assistant women psychiatrists as well.

All the beautiful Muslim young girls, wearing burqās, there; were actually the expert psychiatrists, assisting the young yet great psychiatrist from Mumbai, Dr. Ameenah Sultān Åālam.

They all produced their papers to the effect.

Public Prosecutor, Jabalpur, Nādir Muħammad; himself examined them carefully.

Then, suddenly, he took all those papers and marched to the Judge’s chamber, gravely.

Chapter 3

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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More commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

6. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

7. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

8. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

9. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

10. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

11. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

12. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

13. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

14. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

15. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

16. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

17. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

18. Saamved: Mantr 1

19. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

21. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25