After the death sentence 4

After the death sentence

Durgesh

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Chapter 4

Mohan Dīxit never wanted that Åzrah Iqbāl should fuck me ever.

She was now his steady girlfriend.

Yet, Åzrah Iqbāl wasn’t his wife.

Neither had she ever wanted to be.

The problem was Mohan Dīxit couldn’t get rid of Åzrah Iqbāl.

She was his Māmū, Muħammad Iqbāl’s daughter.

Nādirah Taufīq wanted Åzrah Iqbāl with Mohan Dīxit.

Mohan Dīxit couldn’t go against Nādirah Taufīq.

Maħmūd Sultān was sentenced to death unjustifiably.

Mohan Dīxit had tried his best to get justice for Maħmūd Sultān.

Durgesh, he has been framed.” Mohan Dīxit has told me.

“I understand Mohan, but I can’t represent every framed one personally, you know. My firm HVS Law Internationals has more than a million lawyers. We have our branches almost everywhere wherever at least there is a High Court. They peacefully co-exist everywhere.”

Mohan Dīxit smiled sarcastically.

“The extent to you take an interest in HVS Law Internationals, is evident from the fact that you don’t even know the actual number of legal minds you have there!”

I smiled.

“It’s not necessary to know to protect any client, exactly how many lawyers are there in your law firm.”

“Oh sure,” Mohan Dīxit laughed sarcastically, “I think most of these ‘more than one million lawyers’ are your beautiful Musalmān lady friends. Aren’t they?”

I smiled cunningly.

Mohan Dīxit, your companies too have most of the employees feminine and they are beautiful and your Musalmān lady friends too. Am I mistaken?”

“Not at all, not at all. But if you investigate you can easily find out I’m not exactly responsible for it. Nādirah Taufīq Bhābhījān, Åzrah Iqbāl and Ħafsah Aslam Bhābhījān have actually managed deliberately to do it, not I. I can’t go against them. Moreover, the women they employed are never liabilities to my companies. They are always assets instead.”

“Similarly,” I smiled intelligently, “it is difficult for anyone to keep track of the exact numbers of lawyers in HVS Law Internationals, because at any given moment there are a thousand or more leaving for a multitude of reasons and almost the same numbers are fresh new recruits trained and polished.”

“Very well answered.” Mohan Dīxit smiled, “I deserved it. Naturally I can’t win the master cross examiner in an argument.”

I smiled.

“Then, why the hell, are you trying to?”

“I’m sorry. I only want you won’t regret afterwards that you could have saved an innocent’s life if you had the chance.”

“Innocent?”

“He has been framed by the real terrorists, Durgesh. He is being sentenced to death because he didn’t cooperate with the dirty beasts.”

“How are you so confirm?”

“Because I know him personally. Maħmūd Sultān is the Indian anyone can be proud of. He believes that the Partition of India was a great blunder.”

“I see.”

“The then British forced it on Musalmīn. They fooled Musalmīn of that time that Hindus would punish Musalmīn for what Musalmīn have done with Hindus when Musalmīn were in power in India.”

“What Musalmīn have done with Hindus when Musalmīn were in power in India?”

“Oh, come on, Durgesh, don’t act as if you really don’t know it.” Mohan Dīxit complained.*

I watched Mohan Dīxit gravely.

“I really don’t know it, Mohan Dīxit. Tell me what the hell then Musalmīn have done with Hindus when Musalmīn were in power in India?”

“They humiliated Hindus beyond every moral, beyond every humanity and beyond every human imagination.”

“How many were the Musalmīn then?”

“What do you mean?”

“How many were the Musalmīn then? More than Hindus, or less than Hindus?”

“The Hindus are still more than Musalmīn many times. And so were they when Musalmīn were in power in India.” Mohan Dīxit informed me immensely disapproving of my attitude.

“And you want to tell me that those handful of Musalmīn oppressed manifold Hindus successfully when they were in power in India? And Hindus, so many times more than Musalmīn, did nothing to their oppressors? Do you really believe this utter nonsense?”

“You want to say these are only fictions, imaginations?”

“Political fictions, political imaginations, invented by then British rulers so that they could break the unity of then Indians and rule on us.”

HVS Law Internationals never failed to play the expansion game even more quickly than others.

It never failed to gobble up the other law firms in other cities, whether weaker or strong.

Even the strong law firms couldn’t give the constant positive results in the acquittal of innocent and framed ones.

They failed in competing with HVS Law Internationals in this toughest competition of talent, knowledge, experience and commitment to the cause.

They were fighting for money and fame.

HVS Law Internationals was fighting for justice to the innocents, framed ones and to the poor who couldn’t afford to pay the huge fees of those strong reputed law firms.

Soon HVS Law Internationals was more popular and more respected law firm everywhere.

Åzrah Iqbāl was playing with my Uncut Hindu Cock when Mohan Dīxit started the engine.

Mohan Dīxit was sweating already.

“It’s alright, Åzrah,” I put my palm on hers, “it’s not necessary.”

Sājidah Taufīq took my Uncut Hindu Cock in her beautiful young Musalmān palm, from Åzrah Iqbāl.

“Let me please him, Åzrah.”

“Your elder sister, Nādirah Taufīq, would kill me, Sājidah.” Åzrah Iqbāl smiled.

“I’m not pleased with Nādirah Taufīq Bājī.” Sājidah Taufīq said angrily, “She still suspects Maħmūd Sultān Bhāījān is really a terrorist. She should have more faith in Maħmūd Sultān Bhāījān. I appreciate Åābidah Sultān instead.”

Sājidah Taufīq bent and took my Uncut Hindu Cock into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She started to kiss, lick and suck it.

I couldn’t stop anyone of them.

I suspected neither Sājidah Taufīq nor Åzrah Iqbāl is actually interested in persuading me to represent Maħmūd Sultān.

They were actually more interested in enjoying sex with me, instead.

It was actually a golden opportunity for them to prove they were sacrificing for Nādirah Taufīq and Åābidah Sultān’s future.

Mohan Dīxit turned right on the main prison road.

We were passing neat little white homes with flowers and trees in the front yard.

Åzrah Iqbāl was sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock now, passionately.

Sājidah Taufīq had already sucked me for half an hour continuous.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was receiving best services from the beautiful Musalmān houseladies of Maħmūd Sultān.

No, they were neither society girls, nor sluts, as the Pseudo Musalmīn claimed about them.

They were only modern independent Musalmān women who deliberately never wanted to surrender to their ever jealous Pseudo Musalmīn mankind.

Sājidah Taufīq was a PhD even.

They both were unmarried.

I was actually the ever first man in Sājidah Taufīq’s life.

Wasn’t it amazing?

Sājidah Taufīq was twenty eight already.

None believed Sājidah Taufīq was still a virgin.

Yet, it was true.

She believed in modern values.

Sājidah Taufīq was not traditional at all.

Neither Åzrah Iqbāl was.

An arrow on a road sign pointed right to Unit 786.

How ironic it was.

786 was a religious number in modern day Islam and now they were keeping pseudo Islamic terrorists in this Unit.

With Mohan Dīxit driving our car, we turned very slowly.

Within seconds we were on a dirt road that led us quickly to some serious fencing and razor wire.

Now, Sājidah Taufīq had lifted her garārā up and had straddled me.

My Uncut Hindu Cock touched her virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt between her labial lips.

Sājidah Taufīq immediately put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately on my lips.*

Sājidah Taufīq pushed herself down on my almost ever erect Hindu Penis.

It started to enter her immediately.

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“My pleasure,” Sājidah Taufīq smiled gratefully, “I’ve dreamed of you. Yet I never believed I can be so lucky.”

“I’m honored,”

“Perhaps it’s quite contrary. There are infinite Musalmān Beauties but there is only one Durgesh.”

“You are being very kind to me.” I smiled feeling my one fourth Uncut Hindu Cock inside her virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

She felt it inside her and smiled triumphantly.

Nādirah Taufīq Bājī said,

“It’s not easy to fuck Durgesh.”

“Nonsense,” Sājidah Taufīq laughed at her elder sister, “You never tried. If you had, you too could have.”

Sājidah Taufīq, it’s forbidden in Islam.”

Nādirah Taufīq, it’s forbidden in Pseudo Islam, not in Islam ever.”

“I see,” Nādirah Taufīq said sarcastically, “so you think Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam established Islam so that all the Muslimāt should marry Hindu rascals?”

Hindus aren’t as rascals as the Pseudo Musalmīn are ever.” Sājidah Taufīq said insistently, “Hindus aren’t running the terrorist organizations to kill anyone that isn’t Hindu.”

“They are doing more dangerous things to us Musalmīn.”

“Oh, really? What?”

“They fuck us Musalmān Beauties everywhere wherever they can.”

“Are you sure? I think it’s actually vice versa.”

“That’s their dirty deliberately determined publicity. No Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman ever wants to have sex with a dirty Hindu.”

“You are living in fool’s paradise, Nādirah Taufīq.” Sājidah Taufīq said contemptuously, “I don’t want a terrorist/potential terrorist husband. Neither I want my children to be terrorist. I want a happy family and enjoy my life as much as I can.”

Chapter 5

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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 21

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

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Chapter 21

Durgesh Al Jihad Al Vaqār

Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās

Al Jihad Al Vaqār glanced about the spacious office once more.

Was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī shrewd enough to play all these games?

Was it possible he deliberately gave her his media empire?

His father, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, had put a restrictive clause in his will about his flagship paper, The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.

His younger sister, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s aunt, Doctor Al Saåīdah Al Qamar, was herself interested in purchasing The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had requested his father to have The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah even if he gave his three fourth estate to his elder sister, Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī.

His father, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, allowed him to have it for a trial year.

In that trial year, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had to prove his competence on his aunt, Doctor Al Saåīdah Al Qamar.

He had to exceed the circulation of Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Times at least once only at some point during that trial year.

Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s flagship paper, The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, was Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s permanently if he could do the miracle; otherwise, it had to be sold to Doctor Al Saåīdah Al Qamar.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī gave the paper to Al Jihad Al Vaqār as a settlement.

Now, his former wife, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was claiming it was her property.

Allah, would Durgesh give Al Jihad Al Vaqār what Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb also wanted to have?

Al Jihad Al Vaqār sighed.

It depended on what particles, what base pairs, Durgesh needed more for the new Infinite BrāhmKalp.

In Delhi, Aap had gotten a landslide victory even on BJP.

INC was finished there altogether.

It couldn’t get even a single seat in 2015 Assembly Elections.

What did it mean?

The Anti- Hindu forces were winning again?

Certainly not.

Was it the beginning of a Counter Revolution?

Against the ever first Psychological Revolution in the entire history of humankind?

It might be.

The Original ever first Psychological Revolution started with the demand of Midterm 2012.

It took two years to build up the required reality and to bring it up to the reality then.

It was a painstaking nonstop continuous Kratu of entire Young Musalmān Lady Brigade of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and HVSI that made the impossible possible.

And now the Counter Revolution?

Well, it isn’t so easy.

If they think they can do it so easily, they were living in fools’ paradise.

Let them.

We need only Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān vaginal rheostats and a Stavak Bar Magnet to meet it.

The most we need are anal rheostats to destroy the anti human desires.

They are also there.

The Young Musalmān Lady Brigade of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is always ready for every worst possibility even.

What the hell else for Modern Democratic Årabia is established by the Seven Movements, the Young Musalmān Lady Brigade of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, and by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself?

Al Jihad Al Vaqār directed her sight toward her desk calendar.

She was ready to get going.

Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s will had made Al Jihad Al Vaqār extremely sensitive to the passage of time.

She had only one trial year.

Nevertheless, both the Kħātoon-eJannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, and Durgesh were with her.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār reached for her ivory colored computer telephone, pressed the ICM button and then the intercom code for Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān’s private telephone.*

Al Jihad Al Vaqār said to Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān.

Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān, I’m ready for the meeting. Bring Ghausiyah Imtiyāz with you.”

“Be right in, Al Jihad Al Vaqār. We have everything set.”

A few minutes later Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz appeared.

Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān was carrying a handful of folders.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār motioned her friends and lieutenants to the rattan chairs across from her desk.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār felt comfortable with them.

Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz were the only persons Al Jihad Al Vaqār was comfortable with beside her secretary she depended upon.

Certainly, Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s reliance on Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān was without equivocation.

Both of them were as creative as Al Jihad Al Vaqār herself was.

Moreover, both Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz were perfect when it came to reading Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s mind, even to finishing her sentences.

They were aggressive, daring, and filled with energy.

Both Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hated Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

These were Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s confidants and her loyalists, and from now on, they would be properly rewarded

“First things first,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said to Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān, “Did you check the daily circulation of Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Times?”*

Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān indicated to the projector.

There was a running information,

8, 75,273.

“HVSI Times manages its subscription always on the top.”

Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān smiled at her, “I thought we should too adopt the procedure.”

“HVSI Times represents the revolutionaries that successfully ended the Scam era.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said, “We haven’t enough capital to compete with HVSI, No one has.”

“Sure, but it’s today. When HVSI started HVSI Times they didn’t have this capital.”

Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled.

HVSI Times was the dream newspaper.

It has survived the biggest threat of news TV channels.

It somehow always maintained to give something new to its readers the news TV channels couldn’t provide.

As soon as Al Jihad Al Vaqār got the media empire in settlement, she visited HVSI Times herself personally.

It was a multi-story building.

None knew how many stories it had.

They said it was an endless building.

No one believed it.

How a building could be endless.

It was certainly a publicity strategy.

It was the tallest building nevertheless.

The heart of the structure, the one that pumped activity into all the other stories was its Seventh floor.

Most of it was given over to the HVSI Times newsroom.

Its one portion was reserved for the publisher’s suite.

It consisted of the publisher’s main office, the office for my personal secretary and receptionist, a conference and electronic media room, two offices for the advertising director and her assistant, and glassed in cubicles for the managing editor and the assistant managing editor.

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never changed anything.

He surrendered it to Al Jihad Al Vaqār as he did find it.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār, the temporary heir to the suite and to the building had made few personnel changes.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār retired Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī’s elderly female secretary on a generous pension and replaced her with her own secretary, Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ, a smart, brisk, thirtyish young woman with short-cropped dark hair and horn rimmed glasses.

Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ had served Al Jihad Al Vaqār with devotion for seven years already in Special Projects.

Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ was smart enough to understand the ambitious Al Jihad Al Vaqār.

Her ambitions were the driving force that would never let her stop anywhere.

Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ wasn’t as ambitious as Al Jihad Al Vaqār was.

Moreover, Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ never had been as resourceful as Al Jihad Al Vaqār had been.

Again, the difference in the intensity of their ambitions was the decisive factor.

Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ lacked it.

She stopped somewhat before getting resources she was after, while Al Jihad Al Vaqār didn’t deliberately.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār had more patience in the matter.

It paid.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār watched Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz,

“Let’s start with the two of you. I’ve been giving it some thought. You will both be answerable only to me. Outside of general orders, everything I tell you will be kept in strictest confidence. Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān, this is a bigger job, much bigger than Special Projects. Your work will be greatly expanded, naturally, accordingly.”*

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās straddled me with her beautiful face towards me.

She was enjoying my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her comparatively immensely young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot once again.

I knew it would never be a once only phenomenon.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās could never get rid of the ever-incurable Durgesh Obsession.

Once with Durgesh

All the rest is trash

Wasn’t it?

The more aged I grew the crazier they were for me.

“I don’t want to burn my bridges, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said fucking my ever stout ever pleasure giving ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund wildly, “And why should I? Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has played with my beautiful body, even if in his own peculiar way. I couldn’t help that. My entire body was at his discretion. If instead of fucking me, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī enjoyed tongue fucking me more it wasn’t my fault. I am not responsible for it. He has to pay for my time I spent with him. It was precious.”

“Sure,” I agreed with Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās squeezing her excellent exquisite boobs and buttocks both.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was harder and harder now into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with her each aggressive thrust.

She was kissing me wildly.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was squeezing my entire ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund around its shaft.

“I’m really entitled to this alimony if you should warn Al Nādir Al Ghāzī that HVS Law Internationals were going to ask for an increase if he dragged me into court again. It would keep Al Nādir Al Ghāzī from making a move.”

I laughed cunningly.

“Done, however if all the alimony is going to cease in a few months, why not…”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said bitterly.

“I’m not going to let Al Nādir Al Ghāzī off. I’d go to him and offer to settle the whole business for one hundred thousand cash. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī would jump at that.”

I smiled coldly.

“And you want me to engineer that deal for you. Is that it?”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās started herself to balance on the tip of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Well?” I asked.

“You think I’m terribly scheming and designing.”

“You are cautious. You are protecting your interests.”

“Thank you.”*

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kept fucking me wildly.

“Priyavrat Chaturvedī wants to fix things so marrying him won’t entail a financial sacrifice on my part. Do you think I’m a gold digger?”

I smiled, grabbed her young nude waist and pulled her on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kissed me gratefully as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund penetrated her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot entirely.

“Thank you,” she thanked me once again for letting her fuck me.

“Are you deceiving Priyavrat Chaturvedī for marrying him?”

“Certainly not,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said earnestly, “Priyavrat Chaturvedī knows each and everything of my previous marriages and my recent relationship with you too. I never play dirty with the persons who never play dirty with me.”

“Yet Priyavrat Chaturvedī wants to marry you?”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled triumphantly.

“What do you think? Am I not that much beautiful?”

I sighed.

“You are too beautiful. Priyavrat Chaturvedī can do anything for you.”

“And you?”

“What do you mean?” I smiled cunningly.

“You won’t do anything for me, even if I keep fucking you?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās looked into my naughty eyes.

I winked at her.

“If you keep fucking me, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, I can do anything for you, myself, if it isn’t immoral and illegal.”

“Even if I’d be married to Priyavrat Chaturvedī?”

“That’s Priyavrat Chaturvedī’s problem, not mine.” I said gravely.*

Priyavrat Chaturvedī reached his chair.

There was a note on his table.

His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, had called him.

Everything has changed fast.

Narendr Modi was delivering fast what he had promised to the one hundred twenty five crore Indians.

His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, was worried as the other Congresspersons were.

INC couldn’t win even a single seat in 2015 Assembly Elections.

It would again be the same thing, Priyavrat Chaturvedī thought.

Neither his father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, is trying to understand,  nor Priyavrat Chaturvedī’s mother, Imāmzādī Al Åārifah Al Muħammad, that it wasn’t a political change only.

It was the absolute change in Time Dimension too.

It was Infinite BrāhmKalp now.

Priyavrat Chaturvedī stepped out and walked the length of the common room.

“Boss wants you, Priyavrat.” Muħammad Shakīl looked up from a merc pool file as Priyavrat Chaturvedī passed him.

“I know. There was a note to the effect on my table.”

“Why don’t you marry Ambikā Tripāŧhī, Priyavrat?” Muħammad Shakīl asked, “She is my Kħālāzād cousin. I know she would be a very good wife for you.”

Priyavrat Chaturvedī sighed,

“You don’t understand Infinite BrāhmKalp, Muħammad Shakīl.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your Kħālāzād cousin, Ambikā Tripāŧhī, is no more interested in me.”

Muħammad Shakīl was startled.

Priyavrat Chaturvedī didn’t stop there enough to explain Muħammad Shakīl the present situation.

He entered His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī’s Private Chamber.*

Muħammad Shakīl liked Priyavrat Chaturvedī more than he liked his father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī.

He never knew why.

Rām Shankar Chaturvedī was a Congressperson.

Priyavrat Chaturvedī was an ardent fan of Narendr Modi and RSS.

INC has fooled us Musalmīn,” Muħammad Shakīl’s Kħālā, Imāmzādī Al Åārifah Al Muħammad, used to say, “Rām Shankar Chaturvedī was never honest to me politically.”

“That isn’t anything new, Ammī.” Priyavrat Chaturvedī said, “Almost every politician lies. Pitājī isn’t any exception.”

Imāmzādī Al Åārifah Al Muħammad retorted.

“Your father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, isn’t only a politician to me, Priyavrat. He is my husband as well.”

“You are a highly educated woman, yourself, Ammī,” Priyavrat Chaturvedī said, “You knew right from the beginning that Nānājān wanted Pitājī, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, converted to Islam.”

“You fool; do you want to make me responsible for what my Abbū did?”

“Certainly not, Ammī, certainly not.” Priyavrat Chaturvedī agreed, “Nevertheless, you can’t blame Pitājī too. He loved you very much. Nānājān was trying his best to convert Pitājī to Islam. Pitājī couldn’t infuriate Hindus by converting himself. He would have lost Hindu votes for himself and INC. INC never permitted him.”*

Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī looked up.

“You wanted to see me, Pitājī?” Priyavrat Chaturvedī smiled.

Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī didn’t wear spectacles.

Despite his increasing age, his eyesight was still very good.

It wasn’t any rare thing now however.

They said it was Infinite BrāhmKalp now.

As other Congresspersons, Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī still doubted it was so.

“The Bachhalyās were always the best about publicity. They always use superstitions of the people to spread white lies favorable to them.”

Priyavrat Chaturvedī never saw anything wrong in it.

Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī looked confident however as usual.

He straightened his cuffs, leaned back and said normally,

“Sit down, Priyavrat.”

Priyavrat Chaturvedī sat down stiffly and waited.

“Your Ammī said you rejected Ambikā Tripāŧhī too.”

“As always Ammī has reported you with heavy bias, Pitājī.”

“I doubted that myself. Yet, son, she is right in one thing. You should marry now.”

“With Ambikā Tripāŧhī?”

“What’s wrong in it if it happens?”

“Everything,” Priyavrat Chaturvedī said calmly, “I doubt Ambikā Tripāŧhī is a Brahm Padminī.”

“So what? We live in Ved Nagar. Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act isn’t applicable here. Durgesh is immensely against it.”

Durgesh is immensely against Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act everywhere. Yet the entire Brāhmañ Brahmkanyā Brahmāñī Creations are passing it one by one. Durgesh can’t oppose Democracy. Therefore it doesn’t make any difference whether Durgesh is against it or not.”

Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī stood up, turned away and walked to the wall behind his desk.

He touched an inconspicuous contact switch and a section of the wall grew transparent.

Priyavrat Chaturvedī blinked at the unexpected insurge of grayish light.

Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī smiled.

“You are blundering in the same way, my son, the Brāhmañs of the ever first Satyug did.”

“I don’t agree with you, Pitājī.” Priyavrat Chaturvedī said gravely.

Chapter 22

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 13

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 13

Durgesh Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb

Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī

Al Rizwānah Assultān smiled seductively at me.
“Unless you are representing Al Nādir Al Ghāzī in the Corporation too, I have to watch myself carefully how and upto what extent I can provide you the information concerned.”
“I want to know who holds Certificate Number 786 in the Corporation.”
“I can’t tell you that, offhand, you can understand that.”
“When’s your stockholders’ meeting?”
“Day after tomorrow.”
“What time?”
“Two o’clock.”
“It’s a regular annual meeting?”
“Sure,”
“What are the provisions in the bylaws about proxy voting, if any?”
“Naturally, I believe the provisions confirm to the state law. However, to be exact I have to consult the record. I can’t recall everything offhand exactly, naturally.”
“The media section also belongs to the Corporation?”
“Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah?”
“Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“It’s given to Ma’am Al Jihad Al Vaqār.”
“Not to Ma’am Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb?”
“No,”
“It hasn’t been transferred fully to Madam Al Jihad Al Vaqār?”
“There are some legal problems. Your law firm HVS Law Internationals is itself handling it. Your associate advocate Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī is the in charge I believe,”
“Al Jihad Al Vaqār holds a lot of proxies with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s confirmation?”
“I believe so, yes.”
“How many?”
“I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to discuss the affairs of the Corporation, Sir. I’m not authorized to disclose such information about the Corporation, even if you represent the Corporation itself.”
“Who is authorized?” I smiled, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī himself only?”
Al Rizwānah Assultān herself smiled teasingly now,
“Sir, I’m afraid your stepson, Mr. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is not an officer of the company.”
“I know. Who is the President, anyway, if Al Nādir Al Ghāzī isn’t?”
“Madam Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī, your own Live in Relationship Partner”*

Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb squeezed my Hindu Penis fully embedded into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, changed position on my nude Hindu male lap, took hold of her mobile and punched the number of the district attorney,
“May I get Mr. District Attorney, please? Isn’t this his personal number?”
She listened to what was said from other side.
Then she said,
“I want the complaint division, if you please,”
After another moment, she said,
“This is Mrs. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Ghāzī talking. I’m a wife of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. According to Muslim Personal Law 1937 a Musalmān can have only four wives at a time. My ever-erring husband has now a fifth wife without divorcing any of us four duly married wives according to Sharīåt-e-Muħammadīs. He is openly living with that woman illegally. He has deserted me and gone through the formality of an invalid, fraudulent and entirely spurious Mexican divorce. I desire to swear a complaint against Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, charging him with illegal marriage. Could you give me an appointment for some time tomorrow morning?”
There was a moment’s silence, and then she smiled and said,
“I am aware that you would prefer not to stir up the question of these Mexican divorces. As it happens, rather I am the one who is stirring it up. I insist upon swearing to a complaint charging my husband with illegal marriage. What time may I have an appointment, please?”
Again she listened, smiled and then said,
“Ten-fifteen? Thank you very much. And for whom shall I ask?… Yes, Mr. Gajānan, yes. The deputy in the complaint department, yes. Thank you very much. At ten-fifteen promptly I’ll be there.”
She disconnected her mobile and looked at me.
“The terrorist bastard has to run away now to save his own skin, instead of planning any terrorist attack on anyone.”
I smiled.
“Locking the stable after the horse is stolen.”
“What do you mean?”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī is a dangerous antagonist for you.”
“Your associate advocate in your international law firm, HVS Law Internationals?”
“You know her already.”
Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb kept herself moving up and down on my rock hard upstanding Uncut Hindu Penis.
“She can’t change his illegal marriage into a legal one. Can she, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?”
I grabbed her slim waist, playing every now and then with her beautiful nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī calls Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al HāshmīBājī’, kisses her feet with ardent devotion and licks her Musalmān Cunt and her Musalmān ass too, after I fuck Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.”
“What a perfect younger brother,” Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb laughed, “that’s what these terrorist bastard Pseudo Musalmīn deserve everywhere.”
Her voice was full of intense venom for Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.*

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī’s eyes lit up when my Uncut Hindu Penis penetrated her entirely once again.
“Sorry, I couldn’t come earlier, Durgesh. Yet I had to check up on a couple of things before I came down to talk with you. Frankly, Durgesh, the situation is incredible.”
“What’s wrong with it, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī?”
“It’s incredible, absolutely incredible. Things are in a hell of a shape.” She pushed her extremely beautiful gorgeous nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my nude male Hindu lap, swallowing my entire Uncut Hindu Lund into her still tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I couldn’t believe she had really her own children.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan claimed it’s due to their five times a day offering Salwāt.
It constricted the vaginas of them and expanded their beautiful female buttocks splendidly five times a day.
However, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan claimed so many things more.
She claimed that the Stavan of Hindus similarly strengthened their male genital organ.
Everyone knew she claimed it strategically to establish her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Except the ever horniest Young Musalmān Lady Brigade of her Seven Movements, and their ever biased Hindu male lovers, none else believed such nonsense.
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī knew however, that countless Pseudo Musalmīn did too suspect that it was true.
The ever-superstitious damnfools.
“Tell me about it.” I said.
“Well, now, the setup of the ‘Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah’ media empire and Ghāzī Mining, Exploration and Development Company is a little peculiar, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. I can’t go into details but Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has successfully deceived his stockholders that he is the big shot, not I. He made them believe that only for legal purposes Al Nādir Al Ghāzī strategically keeps in the background himself. On the ‘advice of counsel’, he’s keeping out of Board of Directors and doesn’t hold any elective office, deliberately, strategically, cunningly. Because of certain deals with a partnership, his interests in that are perfectly all right as long as he’s only a stockholder. His such interests in that partnership might only be questioned legally if he were a Director.”
I nodded fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī fiercely.
Virtually, actually, she was the President of Ghāzī Mining, Exploration and Development Company legally.
It suited Al Nādir Al Ghāzī too, because in this way he could have property in Ved Nagar even, the ever-mysterious City State.
Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī went on.
“He has successfully spread the strategic rumors that all of us are actually his persons, working for him actually, not for ourselves.”

“Dummies for Al Nādir Al Ghāzī?” I smiled sarcastically.

“That’s right.”

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī suddenly remembered how Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had ridiculed my attention to my ex stepdaughters in law.

“Why do you think you are responsible for anything your Musalmān stepsons do to your Musalmān ex daughters in law, Dad?”

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī’s eyes lit up as her ever-arrogant son, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, called me ‘Dad’.

There were numerous Musalmān stepsons of mine who didn’t even call me ‘Dad’.

They preferred to call me ‘Mr. Durgesh’ instead.

I watched him gravely.

“A father is supposed to give some sacraments to his sons, my son.”

“How could you do that? You haven’t fathered us, your Musalmān stepsons, exactly.”

“Sure, nevertheless, when your Ammīs honored me with their Live in Relationship with me, their children too became related to me, at least somewhat, if not entirely.”

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled quite amused.

“That’s very nice of you. Yet, you know very well none of us ever approved of what our Ammīs did.”

“That’s your personal matter with your Ammīs. You want me to intervene?”

“Certainly not.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī controlled himself, “Yet you never stopped taking interest in our wives, even when we divorced them.”

“And why should you have any objection to that? Once you’ve divorced them why should you’ve any interest in their whereabouts?”

“Well, they are our ex wives, aren’t they?”

“So what? Once divorced they can live in Relationship with anyone they decide.”

“You aren’t anyone you know.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī retorted, “They deliberately choose you on us despite we are more perfect for them according to our age.”

“Then why do you divorcé them?”

“A person loses interest in the same dish daily even if it was the best for him/her when s/he first wanted the other.”

“That’s the difference between our reasoning. I don’t think they are dishes only.”

“I know you Hindus hate divorces.”

“Any objection?”

“Nothing. In the present legal system of Democracy, every adult is free to do anything s/he damn pleases.”

“You don’t like it. Don’t you?”

“I hate when my ex wives claim they are happier with you than they were with me.”

“I can understand that. Yet it’s their own judgment. They naturally compare their present life partner with their ex life partner. If they find me better, why it’s bothering you? Let them feel anything whatsoever.”*

I watched Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī fucking her vigorously.

I knew she loved Al Nādir Al Ghāzī to the extent to help him in business, at least.

Despite the fact that she had acknowledged Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had spread rumors successfully that they all were his persons only, actually.

“After I telephoned you, you delayed coming to me. You were talking with Al Rizwānah Assultān?”

“Exactly. I know you are busy almost ever in defending us Musalmān houseladies from our ever inhuman Pseudo Musalmān mankind. There’s no use taking up your time talking about something unless I knew about it myself entirely. I wanted to find out everything I could.”

“What did you find out?”

“That woman! My ex daughter in law! That Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb! She’s smart, Durgesh. She’s smart as a whip!”

“Exactly what she’s done?” I penetrated her once more fiercely.

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī enjoyed my violent Hindu penetration of her still tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt very much, squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund with her vaginal muscles gratefully and thanked me with her immensely indebted eyes.

“Well, we sent out proxies in the usual form, made out to A.J.A.V. Al Ghāzī. I’m damned if Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb didn’t send out other proxies made out to ‘A.J.A.V. Al Ghāzī, holder of Certificate of Stock 786.’ Well, you’ve guessed it, Durgesh. Certificate of Stock number 786 was made out to Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb four years ago when she and Al Nādir Al Ghāzī were all hunky-dory and everything was sitting pretty.”

“What happened to the original proxies?” I kept fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī ferociously more and more.

She loved it very much.

The more ferociously I fucked Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī the more was she proud of her excellent golden hair and her immense Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān  beauty.

“They are all in order, all right.” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī said, “They are filed in alphabetical order, just as neat as a pin. You’ve met Al Rizwānah Assultān. You know how she goes about it, filing ’em all in order with cross references to the stock ledger and all that.”

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī smiled triumphantly squeezing my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot more and more gratefully, impishly.

She knew very well how to please me.

Every beautiful Musalmān houselady knew, she thought.

That’s why beautiful Musalmān houseladies have always defeated the Christian houseladies, the Jew houseladies, the Persian houseladies and even the Brāhmañ houseladies in wooing Durgesh.

It was the time almost every beautiful houselady was wooing Durgesh entirely unashamed of herself.

Durgesh was the perfect man every woman needed to possess.

“Nevertheless,” I said enjoying her offerings very much, “it would certainly seem to me that someone would have realized the situation when these other proxies began to come in. Certainly, Al Rizwānah Assultān must have known that she hadn’t sent those proxies out, and when a new proxy, made to ‘A.J.A.V. Al Ghāzī, holder of Certificate of Stock 786’, came in, you’d certainly think Al Rizwānah Assultān would have checked up on it.”

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī surrendered.

She couldn’t argue in protection of Al Rizwānah Assultān with me any more.

“You would, for a fact. However, the funny part of it is that Al Rizwānah Assultān doesn’t know when those proxies came in. They are there all right; they are signed, all right, and they are filed neatly, in apple pie order. Nevertheless, they must have come in all at once and some filing clerk did the job. Al Rizwānah Assultān swears they never went across her desk. She says she would have known about them if they had.”

“You believe Al Rizwānah Assultān?”

“I believe Al Rizwānah Assultān, yes.”

“And the Stockholders’ meeting is day after tomorrow?”

“That’s right. Moreover, I don’t mind telling you, my love, there’s hell to pay. We can’t get hold of Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. He’s off on a second honeymoon with his new extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Āmnah Azhar. All wrapped up in his new Musalmān redhead of his. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, my damnfool son, doesn’t want anyone to know where he is. Doesn’t want to be disturbed by business. And he is faced with the loss of his whole company! I’m worried. I’m frightened.”

“What will happen if Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb gets the control?” I asked gravely, fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī now more fervently.

Trying to keep her mind on positive track still now, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī herself was fucking me now wildly.

“What will happen? Allah, don’t tell me you don’t know Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb. You fuck her too. She is herself your Live in Relationship partner now. When she was with us she quarreled with me I didn’t pay proper attention in upbringing my son, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. She accused me of being dedicated to my own sex life more than to upbringing my son more painstakingly. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb will have the books audited. She will shake down this, that and the other. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb will put her own Board of Directors. She will sue the Ghāzī partnership for fraud on a couple of deals that haven’t panned out so well. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb will call the Income Tax People and point out certain things that we’ve keeping covered up. Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb will wreck the whole damn business. She’d collapse the whole house of cards!”

Now, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī was fucking me furiously, wildly, as if she couldn’t survive without fucking me utterly.

“I see,” I said keeping my mind cool and active profoundly, instead of only enjoying her wildfire sexual activities, “Has Al Rizwānah Assultān checked with any of the filing clerks, to see who filed those other proxies?”

“Well, in a quiet sort of a way, Al Rizwānah Assultān is snooping around. She doesn’t want any of the help to know that anything’s wrong. She is asking a few guarded questions.”

“You think there are some skeletons in the closet of the Ghāzī Company?”

“Well, now,” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī hedged, “I’m trying to use my best judgment. Yet, I think I’ve told you every damn thing I can.”

“You are a heavy stockholder in the company, Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī?” I asked smiling as if it wasn’t any important thing at all.

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī grinned,

“Don’t make any mistake about me, my Hindu love, I hold the major share of stock in the company, far more than enough to qualify for the Board of Directors and be President. The Salary is the highest and the duties of office consist mostly in signing my name and furnishing entertainment for the visiting firewomen. Wallah, none of them needs more entertainment if you are once available to everyone of them.”

I smiled.

“You don’t happen to have anyone working in your stenographic department by the name of Al Qāsim, do you?”

“Allah, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I wouldn’t know. I don’t think so. We keep a few girls busy, well, too many if you want me to tell you the truth.”

“This one is a girl about twenty eight or twenty nine, long legged, slim waisted, heavy plump big buttocks perfectly round, firm, immensely beautiful, with steady, slate gray eyes, fine blonde hair, and…”

“Stop it!” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī groaned, “You are making me jealous of the girl.”

“You know her?” I asked insistently.

“Allah, no! Why are you so interested in her? You have more beautiful girls crowding around you already.”

“If you have to do quite a bit of entertaining you perhaps have a list of young women who can be called in as partners, as you provide me to your female stockholders.”

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī smiled.

“For you? Sure. You have infinite sexual lust for us beautiful Musalmān houseladies. The more you fuck us the more you lust to fuck us. Incredible, yet true. I need them to satisfy you sexually. Yes. I haven’t another option to keep you in order. Have I?”

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī chuckled.

I smiled.

“Perhaps this girl’s name and address are in your little green notebook. Perhaps she is available for dinner dates, or a dancing partner?”

“Could be.” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī teased me.

“You don’t remember her?”

“Even if I remember her, I am not crazy enough to tell you. I’m enjoying you myself very much and I don’t want you to leave me in the middle to fuck her.”

“Nonsense!”

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī smiled.

“Fuck me, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. At present only Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī is available to you.”

“If you know of any way to get in touch with Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, you’d better go to work on that angle.”

Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī looked glum.

“And in the meantime,” I went on, “you’d better investigate your own organization and see if you can’t find who filed those new proxies.”

“I’d give a lot to know that one,” Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī said, “It looks to me that someone is double crossing us.”

Chapter 14
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 12

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 12

Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was, I decided now, in the late twenties.
Evidently, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was a young woman that knew her way around.
Yet, there was nothing hard about her.
She seemed as naturally naïve and as spontaneous with her friendship as a young puppy, anxious to make friends with everyone in a joyful world.
Yet, I knew very well that it was her well decided, well thought out, and deliberately preplanned presentation of herself.
Nevertheless, what was wrong in that?
Everyone has a right to present to others in any manner whatsoever s/he damn pleases.
Doesn’t s/he?
“Where were you, may I ask, on the afternoon of the third, day before yesterday?” I asked casually.
“Allah, good heavens,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās laughed throatily.
“Where were you?” I smiled.
“Allah, are you really serious?”
“Is there anything secret you can’t tell me?”
“Durgesh, I don’t want to lie to you while we are making love and on the other hand I can’t give you the information without permission from my friend I was with.”
“I see,”
“Give me some time to get her permission, please!”
“Okay,” I smiled, “no problem. Let me put it another way. Were you near the intersection of Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue and Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive?”
“On the third?”
“On the third.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās shook her beautiful head slowly.
“I don’t think I was. What’s the matter, however?”
“Well, I’ve been reported that you were with some equally beautiful lady as you are in a green colored Mercedes. You had had a flat tire and had pulled into the curb to fix it. There was an accident on the intersection just as you were getting ready to drive away and you noticed something about the car, or about one of the cars that had been in the accident. It was a green Mercedes itself.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was shaking her head vigorously now.
Durgesh darling, I’m quite certain there’s some mistake somewhat. At the moment I certainly can’t recall or tell you where I was. Nevertheless, I do know very definitely that I haven’t seen any accident within the past few weeks. I can’t disclose my friend’s name without her permission but I assure you I wasn’t riding in any car that had a punctured tire. Naturally. You don’t think I’d forget even that.”
“Sure Sweetheart,” I smiled, “I agree with you,”
“What’s the matter, however, if I may ask?”
“Oh sure, my company, HVS Law Internationals, is representing the occupants of the car that was hit. There was a young man, Ħafïz Iftikħār, a chap twenty two years old who has a broken hip. We hope it will heal up all right so he won’t be crippled. Nevertheless, it’s a serious injury, and it’s certainly going to take some time, even with the best of cure, before he can…”
“Oh, that’s too bad!” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās interrupted me, “I know your client however,”
“Really?” I was surprised.
“Ħafïz Iftikħār has a very beautiful sister, Ħāfizah Iftikħār. You are representing Ħafïz Iftikħār because Ħāfizah Iftikħār is your very intimate friend, isn’t it? As intimate as myself now,”
I smiled,
“You know Ħāfizah Iftikħār?”
“Sure, she even shares her intimate sessions with you with me,”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! You ladies! You share even these intimacies with each other? We men never.”
“We Musalmān houseladies respect and admire you tremendously,”
“Nonsense, you Musalmān houseladies call me Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! Don’t you?” I smiled.
Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās corrected me, “It’s our admiration for you. You know what we need actually and you give us that.”
Sex?”
Yes, but not sex alone. Love, intimacy, faithfulness, protection, money, joy, happiness, and what not?Actually you are our real husband, Durgesh darling, not those who are married with us unfortunately,”
“Thank you. I’m really honored tremendously,”
“We feel actually entirely opposite it,” she smiled, “I’ve followed many of your court cases. I think you’re ─well, not only brilliant, magnetic and powerful, especially for us Musalmān houseladies those were suffering from immense injustice of our Pseudo Musalmīn mankind and Pseudo Musalmān society but also willing to stand and fight for the underdog even if he were a Pseudo Musalmān. I admire that enormously.”
“Thank you. That’s certainly gratifying.” I said, “I try to do the best I can when I’m working on a case.”
“Having such a famous personage sharing ultimate intimacy with me in my own apartment is a little too much of a thrill for me. I don’t suppose you understand but I’m as nervous as can be. This is something I can’t forget my entire life.”
“I take it you’re not working at any regular job.” I smiled enjoying her tremendous wild animal thrusts nonstop constantly swallowing my entire sixty five years old utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Prick into her extremely beautiful extremely tight only twenty five plus young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
It was more than obvious she was extremely ravenous and unashamed of it that it was our first time yet she was taking utmost advantage of it.
My lust to fuck her was increasing nonstop itself with her every thrust.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was crazy for me and now I too myself wanted to see how longer more she wanted to fuck me.
I was playing with her plump gorgeous Musalmān buttocks and boobs alternatively.
My penis was growing into her constantly in length and thickness both.
It was perhaps the unique quality of my penis that made women crazy to fuck me again and again, once they had fucked me.
Once with Durgesh
All the rest is trash

That was what they used to say.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās sighed.
“Unfortunately, most of us once married Musalmān houseladies are suffering from the same tragedy.”
“Tragedy?”
“I’m divorced, on allowance. They permit our Pseudo Musalmān mankind to say ‘Talāq, Talāq, Talāq’ three times and we poor Musalmān houseladies are divorced immediately. Even your Dr. Bhīmrāo Ambedkar has written in his famous book, ‘Pakistan, or, the Partition of India’ that a Musalmān woman is the most unfortunate woman of entire womankind.”
“I’m sorry.” I impaled her beautiful eyes with mine, “I didn’t know. Alimony?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly averted her glance, then suddenly turned defiant eyes back to mine,
“Anything wrong with that?”*

I replied furiously,
“Certainly not. I never said that.”
“Does it make any difference in the matter you’re investigating?”
I smiled,
“A nice way of asking me if it’s any of my business?”
“Sorry. Actually, I was just wondering whether you were investigating me and this story about the automobile accident was something to sort of pave the way.”
“Is there anything about you are afraid of investigating?”
“My ex-husband is trying to reduce my alimony.”
“I see.”
“Has he retained you, by the way?”
“To investigate you?”
“Well?”
“No. I’m interested in you because I’m trying to uncover witnesses to that automobile accident.”
“Even now?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās looked in my eyes meaningfully.
“Hell, never. Now I’m interested in you to keep fucking you more than in anything else.”
She laughed.
“Thanks for honoring my offer.”
“I think you’ve honored me rather. Moreover, the erring Musalmān husband don’t think me appropriate to investigate their wives. My reputation is that mostly I change my clients after meeting beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
She laughed.
“How lucky we Musalmān houseladies are!”
“I enjoy you beautiful Musalmān houseladies more,” I laughed cunningly, “Never underestimate me. I hate to remain in loss. Ever.”
“So do us beautiful Musalmān houseladies,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās winked at me lewdly.
We both kissed each other passionately keeping my Uncut Hindu Lund entirely vanished into her tight young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“I’m quite certain I wasn’t at the Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue, and what was that other street?”
“Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive.”
“I know where Saåīdah Kħān Br’j Sadānā Avenue is, but I don’t even know where Jahān Ārā Xatrsāl Drive is, Durgesh darling,”
“You own a car?”
“Sure,”
“What color?”
“Hey, how did you happen to come here in the first place to honor me in this way?”
Sanmukh hohi jīv mohi jabhīn,
Janmkoŧi agh nāshahin tabhīn
.’
“What does it mean?”
“I can’t divulge the source of my information. However, I have reason to believe you might be the person I was looking for. You certainly answer the description.”
“Nevertheless, you can’t tell me how you got my description, who gave it to you?”
“S/he can be my client. It might be a privileged communication between a client and his/her attorney. Even the Supreme Court doesn’t has any right to make me divulge it.”
“I see. However, do you believe in fate, Durgesh darling?”
“Certainly not. I believe in ‘Kurvannévéh karmāñi jijīvishechchhatagvong samāh, évam tvayi nānyathéto’sti n’ karm lipyaté naré.’”
Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun what the heck are you telling.”
“It’s the second Mantr of Yajurved, Adhyāý 40. It means fate is nothing but only the result of our actions. Since we are free to act in any manner we damn please, we ourselves make our fate knowingly or unknowingly.”
“Allah, are you an atheist?”
“Certainly not,”
“Then why the hell are you talking like one?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās squeezed her already tight vaginal muscles around my entirely embedded Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I controlled myself from screaming out of immense pleasure yet pain too somewhat.
“I’m in need of a lawyer, Durgesh,”
“Really? If I can do anything for you, just tell me and forget everything that’s worrying you.”
“I’ve been married twice. The first time was simply tragic. The last time I was more cautious.”
“Naturally,” I said, “only a foolish woman wouldn’t be more cautious even after suffering from something already. Did it work out all right?”
“Allah Arraħmānirraħīm,” she sighed, “unfortunately, it didn’t. However, I was more cautious second time and I had deliberately married a wealthy man. It was the only thing that helped.”
“Nevertheless, the marriage broke up?”
“Nevertheless, the marriage broke up. I’m getting alimony now.”
“How much?”
“One thousand dollars a week.”
I whistled.
“Well?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās asked defiantly, boldly, “Do you think that’s too much? You should see how much money your terrorist Pseudo Musalmān stepson makes.”
“My terrorist Pseudo Musalmān stepson?”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
I was surprised.
“You were my daughter in law?”
“So what? Do you regret now that I’m fucking you? I know Al Jihad Al Vaqār fucked you right before she was getting married to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
I didn’t approve of it.
Yet it was useless now to discuss it with her.
She had deliberately done it.
To take her revenge from Al Nādir Al Ghāzī?
The husband divorced her yet she is now his Ammī legally, at least morally even if not legally.
Countless of divorced beautiful Musalmān houseladies had already done it.
Most of my Pseudo Musalmīn stepsons refused to limit themselves to only four duly married Musalmān wives.
They were jealous of the Hindus who had only one duly married Musalmān wife yet countless beautiful Musalmān Live in Relationship partnerships.
My Musalmān stepsons divorced their faithful Musalmān wives.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade approached them and advised to join me in Live in Relationship.
It made them Ammī of my erring Pseudo Musalmīn stepsons.
Their slogan was ‘Mecca Fataħ’.

I hid my psychology successfully from Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
There wasn’t even a bit of expression on my face or eyes what my actual reactions to it was.
“I take it you weren’t married very long.” I smiled cunningly ostensibly.
She sighed a long breath of satisfaction.
Now she was cheerful again.
“Five years, and during that time Al Nādir Al Ghāzī made a lot of his money.”
“I see.”
“Nevertheless, the bastard is going into court trying to do something to get reduced my alimony.”
“You can’t blame Al Nādir Al Ghāzī for that.” I winked at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās teasingly.
It made her furious however.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kept fucking me wildly.
“When a man possesses a woman, Durgesh darling, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, he acquires a very peculiar possession. It is, in a way, an emotional mirror too, a sounding board, an animated echo of his own emotions whether full of love or deceit. Usually he gets back what he gives to his woman unless she is a damnfool and loves even the deceitful bastard even more than herself.”
“I agree with you. I don’t think anyone should love someone more than herself/himself.
It’s harmful even to the one you love.”
“I couldn’t follow you, sorry.”
“You can do anything for the one you love only when you are yourself alive and in a position to do something for her/him. If you yourself aren’t alive, or alive but not capable to do something for him/her, isn’t it harmful to the one you love that much?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched me strangely.
“You have queer but more benevolent morals than the normal persons do.”
“Thank you,” I smiled.
“I was telling you when a man possesses a woman; he has acquired a very peculiar possession actually.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās resumed what she was telling me, “It is, in a way, an emotional mirror, a sounding board, an animated echo of his own emotions. He gets back what he gives to her.”
“I understand. My stepson never played fair with you.”
“With me? With me only? He never played fair with any of his wives. The Pseudo Musalmīn never do. They are munāfiqīn. During the honeymoon, a man looks upon his wife as an angel. The wife reciprocates in the same way, naturally. She looks upon him as a god. To every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.”
“I understand,” I said patiently.
Every person had his/her own philosophy knowingly or unknowingly.
It’s developed unconsciously through his/her knowledge and experiences.
It’s the actual driving force that drives him/her.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was telling me her mental blueprint unknowingly.
It was better for me to listen to her instead of contradicting her.
She went on to tell,
“There is a period of mutual, worshipful admiration. Then the glamour wears off if there wasn’t any real love between them. The man realizes that he hasn’t acquired any angel actually. He has acquired a working partner only. He starts to act as if he still thinks his wife an angel to keep peace in married life. He thinks his wife is a damnfool enough not to understand it. However, she isn’t. She understands her husband’s behavior and starts to play the same game with him. Honesty is responded as honesty and game is responded by game.”
I wanted to say, ‘This is not the way to keep a family.’, but it wouldn’t have done any good in her present mood and position.
She had already been divorced by Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, my stepson that thought he was more brilliant than I was.
I let her continue.
“He gets a working partner.” Her eyes glittered slightly under the half closed lids.
“Then a man sometimes begins to fret. He begins to chafe, irritate, at restraint. He begins to be a little restless, because he has lost his freedom. He refuses to understand that it was his own choice. No one compelled him to marry. It was a matter of common sense for him to understand that he couldn’t remain as free after a partnership as he was before it. That’s the difference in partnership and proprietorship. A marriage is the transformation of the proprietorship of life into a partnership.”
I didn’t disturb Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
She was speaking her mind, and I was better listen to her.
It made me expert in understanding women psychology better.
“He then does either one of the two things.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said bitterly, “He begins to cheat a little bit, in a quiet, awkward manner, or he begins to nag. In any event, he shows that his wife has become something less than his most prized possession.”
“And then what?” I asked understanding and digesting her mental blueprint, her philosophy of life.
It was useful for me not only in her Sādhnā, but also in my entire Sādhnā of womankind, ‘Sādhuyā’.
“Then,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said curtly, “He gets paid back in exactly his own coin. If a man is wise, he’ll take as much freedom as he feels that he needs. If a wife is wise, she’ll give her husband as much freedom as he needs to keep him happy. Then the home life will be happy. The husband may lie to his wife, he may cheat a little, but he’ll always value her as a prized possession. However, when a husband regards his wife as a ball and chain, she can slam the door of prison very, very tight, lock the door and throw away the key.”
“That’s what you have done?”
“That’s what Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb is adamant to do to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, not me.”

Chapter 13
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 8

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

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Chapter 8

Durgesh Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī

Durgesh Dr. Saåīdah Qamar

I looked at Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.

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

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī grimaced.

“Everyone isn’t as bold as you are.”

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī watched me apprehensively.

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

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

“Well, I want to know it myself.”

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

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

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

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.

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

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

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.

“I’ve already advised the bastard accordingly.*

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

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

“Ħāfizah Ashraf ─”

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

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

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

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

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

“Madame, may I escort you to dinner?”

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

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

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

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

Ħāfizah Ashraf turned to me, silent, eyes wide.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was no mistake what Dr. Saåīdah Qamar meant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam