Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“I saw you sitting here alone,” she smiled at Åādilah Salāħuddīn, “I’m alone too. What’s more, I feel immensely lonely without my live in relationship partner. As it happens, I’m completely, absolutely, and entirely washed up with other men. I sat down and tried a cocktail, and three men smirked at me before I’d finished. How about letting me buy you a drink? No formality. If you don’t want my company, I won’t mind to find another suitable place for me.”
The orchestra ground out melodies with swinging rhythm.
A master lady of ceremonies radiated synthetic enthusiasm as she announced the numbers of a floorshow through a microphone.
Dazzling Musalmān waitresses, moving back and forth among tables, carefully followed instructions that food must not be brought too soon after cocktails.
Dvij Hindus and Bachhalyās strictly never took wine, neither the True Musalmīn that understood the HVSI Movement.
The cocktails were used by Traditional Hindus, Musalmān Beauties and Pseudo Musalmīn only.
Those who had drunk too much were being served watered drinks.
Those who seemed “sourpuss” were having a special visit from the head waitress with the virtues of the wine list extolled.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn felt a surge of relief.
It wasn’t a beef then after all.
She beckoned to the waitress.
“Another champagne cocktail?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn nodded.
“Make it two.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said.
“Take this anyway.” Åādilah Salāħuddīn told the waitress, “It’s stale.”
Then she laughed at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,
“I was brooding, worrying, too much to drink, I guess.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan digested the information.
It witnessed Åādilah Salāħuddīn’s extent of depression.
It was even more than evident now that Åādilah Salāħuddīn was fed up of her present life.
Her evolution to humanity from human animal was faster than her ever criminal, ever incompetent, Musalmān husband, Naåīmuddīn.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan once again felt proud of her own Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Her Abbū’s evolution to humanity from human animal was even far faster.
Perhaps even faster than that of herself and Durgesh even.
Durgesh was still selfish for his own advancement, his own progress, his own further evolution.
He still sacrificed the benefits of humanity for his own survival.
So was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.
That’s why Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan loved Durgesh so much.
Only Durgesh was the perfect life partner to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Their thirty-two years age difference was senseless.
Both Durgesh and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan were outright animals as for as their sexual behavior is concerned.
Her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, is also an outright animal as for as her own sexual behavior is concerned.
That’s why her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, couldn’t adjust with her far more evolved Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
She chose Durgesh instead.
Her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, is an outright animal as for as her sexual behavior is concerned.
She needed a wilder animal Durgesh to satisfy her wild animal sexual needs.
Her far more evolved Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, couldn’t provide her that, because he couldn’t fall to the extent.
Durgesh, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Nafīsah Salmān, and all the Musalmān Beauties in Ved Nagar, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Worlds, Galaxies and Creations are still humanoid animals.
Her far more evolved Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan is perhaps evolved to an angel, a humanoid angel.*
It was a situation, for Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, that called for a little tact.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn couldn’t make any profitable connections sitting there with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan at her table.
On the other hand, there was no harm in letting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan buy a drink.
Åādilah Salāħuddīn looked at her watch,
“My husband is late,” she said.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I won’t detain you.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said gravely trying to look for another table for her.
“It’s all right. Sit down. We’ve a lot of time for that drink, nevertheless. He keeps me waiting lots of times. Damn him.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled benignly,
“Haven’t I met you somewhere before? Your face is familiar.”
Åādilah Salāħuddīn laughed.
“I don’t think so. Sorry, I’m unable to remember you.”
“I still think I saw you somewhere.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan insisted empathetically, “Oh, wait a minute. Weren’t you in an automobile accident? Yes, you were. I remember now. I remember seeing you in the car.”
“Did you see that smash?” Åādilah Salāħuddīn was somewhat surprised now.
“Yes. I was walking along the street. If your husband was the one that was driving that car, he’s worth waiting for.”
“Him?” Åādilah Salāħuddīn asked contemptuously, “He’s good looking, but he’s a sap. The other one was my husband. His name is Naåīmuddīn. He is worse. What do you do anyway, if you don’t mind that it isn’t my business?”
“Oh, it’s all right. I chairperson quite a group of companies. In fact, I own quite a number of stocks even in HVSI Group of Companies. Durgesh is my live in relationship partner too.”
Åādilah Salāħuddīn said wistfully,
“Allah, God, you are that big authority? Sorry, I couldn’t recognize you before. It’s an honor to share my table with you. Please forgive me if there was any unknown rudeness in my behavior. I’m honored. Thanks for the kindness shown to me. I’m a nobody in comparison to you. Allah, I can’t believe that I’m sharing my table with the great Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Thank you. Aren’t you exaggerating?”
“I’m sure I’m not. Allah, it must be nice to be in business for yourself and be independent. If I’d started in working and got some real business experience, I might have had something to look forward to, instead of this racket.”
“Racket?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked somewhat surprised now.
“Sure, I’m a hostess here.”
“In Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked incredulously.
“But you said you are a married woman?”
“Sure I am. So what?”
“Your husband knows that…”
“Knows that? Knows that? He is the one who brought me here.” Åādilah Salāħuddīn blurted out scornfully.
“Allah Allah.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan exclaimed, “I can’t believe it.”
“He hates Hindus openly but actually he dies to cash Hindus’ everlasting infinite sexual lust for us Musalmān Beauties.”
“And you still live with the bastard?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was indignant now.
“I haven’t any alternative.”
“Oh, I see.”
“No, you don’t. You can’t even if you want to. You can’t unless you’ve passed through it. It’s a lousy business.”
“Why don’t you leave it and get into something else?”
“How can I? My Musalmān husband, Naåīmuddīn, is a criminal. I didn’t know it when I married him, but I know today very well how ruthless the beast is. He is criminally resourceful very much. He has his criminal political connections too. I can’t compete with him.”
“There are lots of jobs open to a woman who has a pleasant personality and good looks. Moreover, there are countless resourceful Hindus now who are always ready to help helpless Musalmān Beauties against their criminal/criminal minded Musalmān mankind. They have a life mission to obliterate crime and evil from entire human society.”
“If we Musalmān Beauties agree to join their bed.” Åādilah Salāħuddīn commented bitterly.
“Certainly not, if you don’t want to.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said strongly opposing Åādilah Salāħuddīn.
“I can’t believe you.”
“HVSI Movement is full of such Hindus. You can reach them anywhere.”
“And they wouldn’t be interested in sex with me ever?” Åādilah Salāħuddīn asked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan incredulously.
“Hey, you still want to be loyal to your bastard Musalmān husband, Naåīmuddīn?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself asked Åādilah Salāħuddīn incredulously too.
“Certainly not.” Åādilah Salāħuddīn said contemptuously.
“Do you want to lead a life of celibacy?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Life of celibacy?” Åādilah Salāħuddīn smiled shrewdly, “I? Never. I can’t even imagine it. On the contrary, I need quite wild animal sex. Naåīmuddīn could never satisfy me sexually.”
“I see.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled shrewdly too, “What about the utmost sexual beast Durgesh himself?”
“He isn’t available to me.” Åādilah Salāħuddīn said bitterly.
“Nonsense, Durgesh is my live in relationship partner. I know him more than you do. Durgesh is available to every Musalmān Beauty if she is interested in Durgesh sexually.”
Åādilah Salāħuddīn laughed.
“Every one of us Musalmān Beauties today is interested in Durgesh sexually, I think.” Åādilah Salāħuddīn said bitterly, “I know so many of them who are dying to have sex with your Durgesh. Yet, Durgesh isn’t available to them because he thinks having sex with them would not be ethical.”*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched Åādilah Salāħuddīn scrutinizing her.
“Yes. You are right in the matter. Durgesh is more ethical than he loves to make love to us Musalmān Beauties.”
Åādilah Salāħuddīn smiled bitterly.
“There you are.”
“Durgesh hates to make love to us Musalmān Beauties if we are the wives, sisters and/or daughters of his Musalmān friends, wives or live in relationship partners. He also hates to make love to us Musalmān Beauties if there is a noticeable age difference between him and us. Damn him. The ever best Hindu sexual beast has his own morals.”
Åādilah Salāħuddīn laughed bitterly.
“And our ever liar ever incompetent ever impotent Musalmān mankind says Durgesh and other Hindus are immorally after us Musalmān Beauties.”
“Our ever liar ever incompetent ever impotent Musalmān mankind doesn’t want us Musalmān Beauties to get satisfied sexually ever.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said scornfully, “That’s why they have resorted to honor killings of us Musalmān Beauties who resort to Hindus.”
“Thanks Allah, thanks God that Shankar Mahāpralayankar has too resorted to illegal means even to punish such Musalmān criminals, the so called honor killers.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled shrewdly.
“There are some capable organizations of us Musalmān Beauties, some immensely capable movements of us that help Shankar Mahāpralayankar and his followers to protect them from so called legal conspiracies.”
“Yes,” Åādilah Salāħuddīn said, “I’ve also heard of them, but…”
“Are you interested in joining any of them?”
“Well,” Åādilah Salāħuddīn hesitated somewhat.
“You can get Durgesh for yourself even,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched Åādilah Salāħuddīn smartly, “if you really want to.”
“Not possible,” Åādilah Salāħuddīn said sharply, “Durgesh is my father in law.”
“Real father in law?”
“What do you mean?”
“Your Musalmān husband, Naåīmuddīn, is a real son of Durgesh?”
“Certainly not, but what the hell difference does it make.”
“Lot of difference.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly, “It makes all the difference in the Multiverse we Musalmān Beauties need. Can’t you see? I am not Durgesh’s real stepdaughter. My Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, never married Durgesh. She is only a live in relationship partner of Durgesh. Durgesh claimed I was his stepdaughter. I never surrendered to his erroneous idea. I deliberately seduced him and today I’m Durgesh’s one of the most famous live in relationship partners. I think perhaps actually I’m Durgesh’s actual wife today.”
Åādilah Salāħuddīn watched Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan dumbfounded and awe stricken altogether.
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