Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was melting with my amorous flirting.
She had a little surge of pleasure in her nipples when I virtually ordered her to stop her resistance.
She felt unable or unwilling to resist me sliding her top down she was not sure which.
That had lowered her defences a little and my kissing was so sensual and gentle, she readily admitted that I was getting her nicely heated up, the inference that I liked her breasts made her go a little weak.
Then I suddenly left her, just as she was starting to lose control, it was so frustrating.
However, as she regained her composure she accepted that her behaviour once again had been called into question and although she loved the attention, she was glad I had stopped.
She was starting to enjoy the attention I was showing her and that would be so wrong.
She thought, what had brought about my sudden change towards her?
But she had no answer and let it go.
Ålī Abī Tālib watched my performance and his wife’s reaction to me, I was doing very well Ålī Abī Tālib concluded.
He saw her starting to enjoy my attention; Ålī Abī Tālib saw her eyes close in ecstasy as my kisses found her erogenous zone on her neck.
The moment she allowed me to slide off her dressing gown, Ålī Abī Tālib knew that she was one small step closer to becoming Durgesh’s woman.
‘We are nearly there, darling,’ Ålī Abī Tālib thought to himself; ‘you will soon have all you need, a virile Hindu lover and I suspect a new master as well.’
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was shaking just a little as she pulled her top up.
“Allah, God, I am so sorry, Ålī Abī Tālib, what must you think of me, I just don’t know what’s got into me or into Durgesh for that matter,” she offered her apologies with a shaky voice.
Ålī Abī Tālib smiled reassuringly,
“I told you last night, darling, don’t worry about it, I really understand. As for Dad, I think he realises that you are a beautiful woman as well as his so called Daughter in Law.”
Then his tone went on reassuring.
Ålī Abī Tālib said.
“Remember what I told you, there is nothing better or safer than family love. It can heal wounds and bring happiness. We all need to give a little at times to achieve the greater good in a family.”
She smiled at Ålī Abī Tālib,
“That’s so profound, Ålī Abī Tālib,”
She said as she reached for his hand and held it in hers,
“What do we need to give up, do you think?”
He thought for a while and concluded that he knew he was giving up a big part of her, and that she would give up the part of her that is tied to him sexually and Ålī Abī Tālib would give up his future to make a new one within the family, but mostly with her.
Ålī Abī Tālib reached for a pen and paper and wrote it down,
“Here is what we will all give up soon and we will all be the safer and happier for it. I will give this to you one day soon and you will see that I am right.”
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was a little confused by his explanation, but she never pushed it, she would find out soon enough she thought.
“Ok, Ålī Abī Tālib, we will wait and see, but I love your idea of a strong family unit.”
Their eyes met and they smiled at each other.
“Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, if Durgesh Pāpājī were not your father in law would you let him make love to you?”
She was not too surprised at his question, bearing in mind her awful behaviour lately.
She thought about the answer.
“If Durgesh Pāpājī were not my father in law he would not be the same person would he? However if I was another woman, I would certainly let Dad make love to me, I would probably make a fool of myself and throw myself at him, sorry, but that’s an honest answer.”
Ålī Abī Tālib smiled broadly, that also confused Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad a little.
Ålī Abī Tālib knew that he was getting there with his plan and that her seduction was going well.
“That’s what I wanted;” Ålī Abī Tālib told her, “just honesty.”
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad was certainly unaware that her Hindu father in law’s temptation was deliberate and that it was geared to her total seduction and surrender to him.
Just then, I came back into the kitchen.
“I am off to the library. I have some research to do,” I told them.
“Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad is going food shopping today, fancy a pint about one o’clock,” asked Ålī Abī Tālib.
“That would be nice, maybe Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, could join us on her way home,” I suggested.
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad turned and looked at her Hindu father in law,
“That’s a nice idea, it’s a date.”
“Tell you what; we will have a take away tonight before I go out, my treat.” I suggested.
“That’s nice of you what’s bought this about,” asked Ålī Abī Tālib.
“Nothing, just happy that’s all, ”
As I walked out of the door, I turned to Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
I smiled at her impishly,
“Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, wear something short and sexy tonight, as you were peeking at my erect Hindu manhood earlier. I think it is only fair that I get a chance to try and get a look at yours too, don’t you?”
Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad went as red as she has ever gone.
She spluttered and coughed as she tried to speak and take a breath at the same time.
Ålī Abī Tālib laughed out loud,
“Allah, Dad, Got caught peeping did we?” he teased as he carried on laughing.
“Allah! Oh dear God, Dad saw me looking, Ålī Abī Tālib, that’s so embarrassing.” She muttered as I walked out of the house.
Ålī Abī Tālib arrived at the pub on time and I about ten minutes later.
We got our beer and juice, and went to the table.
“That was a nice remark as you left today,” said Ålī Abī Tālib chuckling, “Your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, did not know what to say or where to look.”
I grinned with dignity and sophistication,
“Just a bit of fun really, but I hope she will wear something sexy.”
“Well, if it’s a clue or not, I don’t know, but as I was leaving she was looking through her wardrobe and getting out skirts she has not worn for a long, long time. You may get your wish.”
We toasted each other.
Ålī Abī Tālib spoke quietly to me,
“You are doing brilliantly, Dad, she is weakening. You had her on cloud nine earlier. I am sure she is yours for the taking and it won’t be long.” He added.
I sipped my juice.
“There is something I want to say to you, Ålī Abī Tālib. You were honest with me and now I want to be just as honest with you. When you approached me with this idea, I thought you were mad and I was less than keen, it just did not seem right, which I suppose it’s not, but you explained yours and Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s problems with great patience and I understood and agreed to go along with you.”
I paused for a moment.
“Now that I have seen for myself just how Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, is, I am as keen as you to prevent her being tempted elsewhere. More than that, you showed me what a gorgeous, desirable and sexy woman she really is, that is something I had not noticed before.”
I took a deep breath.
Ålī Abī Tālib was listening intently.
“Now, Ålī Abī Tālib, I do want her, I really want her, to make love to her, to fuck her so well that she does not want anyone else. I want to feel her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body in my Hindu arms. I want to feel her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body welcome me in as I enter her. I want to please her and be the dominant one that she has sought for so long. I want her to surrender her self totally to me.”
I was neither blushing nor breathing hard.
I was waiting for Ålī Abī Tālib’s reply.
With real emotion in his voice he replied,
“Dad, it sounds to me as if your love for her has notched up a rung,”
I nodded and looked him in the eye.
He went on speaking.
“It sounds stupid to you maybe, but those are the emotions I hoped you would feel. I don’t want her just to be fucked, I need her to be loved and loved in the way and with the passion you just showed. I am unable to give her those expressions of my love, but you, my father, can. You are the only person in the world I would ever have trusted her too. If she wants to go with you take her, take her all with my love and blessings. Let’s make this a family based and founded on a real and deep love.”
Ålī Abī Tālib never failed to amaze me with his tremendous love for her, I thought.
“What can I say, Ålī Abī Tālib, you have just offered me the greatest gift ever. Something you hold so dear and close to your heart, thank you.”
Ålī Abī Tālib smiled,
“She will, as I said yesterday, still be my wife and I will always love her very much, but she will be your woman in all and every respect and now I know how much you care for her I could not be happier. I know she will return your love with interest and she will love us both in different ways.”
I sipped my juice and considered his words.
I knew he was right.
What the hell else could he do for his ever sexiest Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife except to give me to her for ever?
“I am sure it would work out great,” I answered him thoughtfully, “provided of course she wants it that way. I do not intend to force her though. She will have to tell me or ask me, in fact tell us both that she accepts me as her man and lover, she should tell us both at the same time as well.”
“It’s a deal,” Ålī Abī Tālib said.
We raised our glasses in a toast to our agreement.
Ålī Abī Tālib went off to get another beer and juice each and when he returned, sat and asked.
“So what have you been researching then?”
I grinned dexterously,
“I wanted to find some books on master and sub missives, I want to do this right, but there was not a lot there, no surprise really, but I found a couple of books and a web site.”
Ålī Abī Tālib grinned,
“I am pleased that you are taking this so seriously, what did you learn?”
“Well, that discipline and humiliation are the keys to it working properly, along with teasing and temptation.”
Ålī Abī Tālib grinned at me,
“Dad, she really is lucky to find a man that is so keen to please her and to make sure things are right,” said Ålī Abī Tālib gratefully, sincerely, indebted to me immeasurably.
I just sipped my juice and smiled at him.
“Dad, please don’t take offence, but this new lifestyle may be expensive, you know new and different clothes, hotels and the like, so I want to pay my share.”
I interrupted him hastily.
“No, Ålī Abī Tālib, that’s not on, it’s not fair,”
“Of course, it’s fair,” he argued, “she will still be my wife, but I will not be spending so much on her anymore. I can easily afford it. It will give me great pleasure and make me feel as if I am more a part of things with you both.”
“Ålī Abī Tālib, it’s not needed. I have infinite money to meet it.”
“I know, yet I want your services not as my Dad, as the ever utmost successful Sex Therapist instead.”
I was startled.
“You want to pay me for making love to your wife?”
“To take care of her as the ever utmost successful Sex Therapist.” Ålī Abī Tālib smiled gravely.*
Despite my constant arguments, Ålī Abī Tālib did not agree not to pay for my services as a Sex Therapist.
I conceded ultimately.
I had to.
Ålī Abī Tālib had already paid for my services as a Sex Therapist to Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ.
I could not return it to him now.
He refused to take it back.
I shook his hand,
“Alright. Thanks, Ålī Abī Tālib, that you found me so useful, even at my sixty four.”
Just then, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, joined us.
I went and got her a glass of wine.
She took a sip and looked at me with a grin.
“You were very naughty this morning, ever young man, embarrassing me like that. I hardly noticed you’re ever impish to the extent. I was going to tell you, but thought it might embarrass you.”
I thought about what she had said and thought that this might be a good time to try humiliation.
She enjoyed her humiliation, instead of really feeling disgraced.
She was not alone that loved to be humiliated sexually.
There were numerous of them who loved to be kicked with their man’s foot even.
The more they were humiliated, the more they loved the man that humiliated them.
I was already in Live in relationship with countless of such immensely beautiful Musalmān houseladies that cheated their utmost faithful, utmost sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān husbands even, because they never humiliated them.
The generosity of their ever nice Musalmān husbands, actually, became their major drawbacks to keep their marriage running.
“They are actually under evolved. Their evolution into a human being is not complete yet.” I said gravely to Imām Azhar Vasīm.
Imām Azhar Vasīm was almost in tears.
“Is she curable, Durgesh? She is not only my wife. She is my Kħālāzād sister as well. My Kħālā has actually brought me up, after my Ammī went with you.”
I looked at him gravely.
“Imām Azhar Vasīm, your Ammī needed wild animal sex and your Abbū expressly refused to provide her that. He called your Ammī slut instead.”
“You think my Abbū was wrong?”
I watched him gravely.
“Yes. She isn’t a slut even a bit. She is living with me now for years. She is still crazy for wild animal sex with me. But she is one of the most loyal and ever faithful Live in relationship partners I have.”
Imām Azhar Vasīm looked at me, incapable to meet my ever innocent ever aggressive eyes.
“Abbū still blames you that you have broken countless marriages of us Musalmīn, successfully, only by providing immense nonstop wild animal Hindu sex to our otherwise Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives.”
I smiled benignly.
“Your Abbū, Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad is one of the ever adamant Musalmīn who never learn, even after the immense disgraces they face nonstop one after another.”*
I had known Al Farħānah Al Murād for two years now and discovered completely by accident a small submissive side to her.
She was one of the four extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wives of Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad.
She had never been into master and slave, or any form of mild smacking at all.
To her that was indeed a step to far.
It simply wasn’t for her at all.
But Al Farħānah Al Murād insisted.
She was adamant.
Her ever moral ever nice Musalmān husband, Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad, had expressly told Al Farħānah Al Murād that she was crazy if she really expect such an immensely disgracing attitude from him.
He was a Maulānā after all.
He could never even imagine to fall that low.
However, she did enjoy being restrained for short periods of time and I took full advantage of that.
It was a kind of double whammy for me.
I enjoyed pleasuring her while she was tied down and when I let her loose she would just be on fire when she was free again.
I had told Al Farħānah Al Murād in the morning when we had awoke that the afternoon held a surprise for her.
Al Farħānah Al Murād had done her best to worm it out of me but to no avail.
Some months before we had found, completely by accident a real beautiful spot by the river, unless you knew the area it was totally impossible to find and was not overlooked by anything.
Most of the area was thick bush and trees, except a small area by the river about ten meters square that run gently down to the river’s edge.
Almost in the middle of this small grassy area stood just one tree that seemed to defy logic in why it stood alone amongst all that grass.
We had come here several times following our initial find and even made a point of telling no one about the place in the hope that this most beautiful of spots would remain ours.
It was here that I drove Al Farħānah Al Murād that fine summer evening.
We pulled up and after getting out and looking at the stunning view, I walked to the boot of the car.
I had made sure I had what I needed the day before to fulfill her immensely disgraceful ambitions.
Her husband Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad was absolutely against her incalculably shameful drives.
But Al Farħānah Al Murād was too obsessed with her fantasies to get rid of them ever, without fulfilling them.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was an under evolved immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī highly educated Musalmān young lady.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was a PhD already in Islamic Researches.
It was a tragedy that even her such a high education could not evolve her fully, and cure her absolutely from these ever disgracing ever detrimental intensely animal drives.
Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad was adamantly incapable in understanding her otherwise immensely sophisticated ardent Musalmān wife, Al Farħānah Al Murād.
I was trying to cure her.
Her younger sister, Al Ħabībah Al Murād, had hired my Sex Therapy services or her elder sister.
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ had consented already.
Al Farħānah Al Murād smiled when I pulled out a rolled up blanket, tucked it under my arm, took her hand and we walked to the clearing.
The only sounds where those of nature at peace with itself.
The tree looked like a good spot.
I knelt down and unrolled the blanket.
A small black bag fell away from the blanket and hit the floor making a slight jangle noise.
I looked up at Al Farħānah Al Murād and told her to take her clothes off.
As I finished spreading out the blanket I could see her out of the corner of my eye.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was just taking off her bra and stood there naked and smiling.
Her mind awash with ideas of what was to come.
I told her to sit on the blanket and reached over for the black bag.
Al Farħānah Al Murād knelt down beside me waiting, her nipples already giving away her state of arousal.
I handed her four straps and told her to put them on her wrists and ankles.
As Al Farħānah Al Murād did this, I undressed myself.
I was satisfied that the straps were on correctly and wouldn’t hurt her.
I pulled out four pegs and hammered them into each corner of the blankets edge.
Al Farħānah Al Murād lay in the middle.
I tied the straps to the pegs, then putting a blindfold on her I sat closer to her and gently ran my fingers over her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body.
I could feel my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund becoming erect with the anticipation.
I felt Al Farħānah Al Murād stirring as well.
What a madness.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was cheating her ever nice ever humane Musalmān husband only to get her entirely disgracing animal ambitions fulfilled.
Al Farħānah Al Murād wasn’t under educated.
She was a PhD.
Yet, her under evolution was destroying her otherwise immensely successful married life.
Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad refused to understand it.
He was too nice a human being to even imagine such psychological dilemma of his otherwise ever faithful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
Imām Azhar Vasīm was only one year old then.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was too obsessed with her under evolved animal ambitions to care of her one year old son even.
I kissed her neck and run a hand over her breast, the nipple grew more erect immediately.
I slowly kissed along her upper body and cupping her breast in both hands I took her intensely hard nipple in my mouth, she gasped as I sucked and nibbled on it.
My hand gently brushed her skin as it traveled down her stomach and stopped at her navel.
My lips were playing gentle catch up with my hand as I kissed and gently licked the underside of her breast and every bone I could see in her rib cage.
When I had caught up with my hand I could feel the heat of her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body getting very intense now and although she tried not to wriggle she just couldn’t help herself.
I run my tongue around the edge of her navel.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was softly moaning and biting her bottom lip.
Again my hand wandered further down her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body, stopping at the ridge of her pubic bone.
I could feel the heat from her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī immensely ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was on fire now.
Her arousal state was now very high and I could hear her pulling against the restraints, her hearing and other senses intensified now due to the loss of sight.
In one motion I forced my Uncut Hindu Lund into her navel and my hand down to her now soaked awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī immensely ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I gently pinched her terribly attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī immensely ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips between my fingers.
Al Farħānah Al Murād could hold back no more and arched her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body, the restraints holding her to the blanket, my hard utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund twitching, demanding action.
My mouth again on the move, stopping at her pubic bone as my soaking fingers delved into her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī immensely ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, first two, then three fingers inside her as I thrust them hard into her, curling them upward and finding her love button.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was now franticly trying to pull against the restraints, trying to force her thighs closed around my hand, wanting to make sure I didn’t remove my fingers buried deep inside her.
I pushed on to her button again.
Al Farħānah Al Murād screamed and her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body would shudder out another small orgasm, with her head now to one side.
Al Farħānah Al Murād just moaned.
I withdrew my fingers and Al Farħānah Al Murād whimpered, trying desperately to force her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body down the blanket to savor every last moment of my fingers in her cum soaked awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī immensely ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I then moved my male Hindu body between her legs and let my lips roam her now blood engorged lips, pulling them apart I slip my Uncut Hindu Lund into her, kissing her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body.
Both of us seemed to read each other’s mind.
Alas, Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad never tried to read her mind.
If he had, Al Farħānah Al Murād, his otherwise ever faithful wife had never cheated Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad.
He was still adamant, alas, it wasn’t his mistake.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was a slut instead.
Al Farħānah Al Murād needed me to enter her.
I lay over her and in one move buried my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund into her cum filled awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī immensely ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Farħānah Al Murād tried so hard to move her legs again, wanting to wrap them around me so I wouldn’t leave that place.
I withdrew and another whimper came from her lips.
Again I entered her.
The thought of gentle thrusts gone now as lust on both our parts took us and I buried my ever utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund again and again into her.
It went on to infinity perhaps.
None of us both cared for the time our animal lust was taking to extinguish, if not for ever, even for the time being at least.
We were not even human beings.
We were animals absolutely.
I fucked Al Farħānah Al Murād as she was never fucked ever before.
With one final deepest thrust ultimately, I erupted into her.
Al Farħānah Al Murād came and her whole body arched.
She almost pulled one of the restraints out of the ground, such was the strength of her orgasm.
Then Al Farħānah Al Murād went slack.
I tried to withdraw and as I did a moan of frustration escaped from her lips.
I stopped to withdraw.
Instead, I pushed in back deepest once more.
Al Farħānah Al Murād smiled gratefully.
“Thank you very much, Durgesh darling. Méré Hindu Piyā! Please, never withdraw. I need your utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund forever in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”
“My pleasure, Al Farħānah Al Murād darling. As you please.”
I undid all the restraints and the blindfold, in an instant Al Farħānah Al Murād had pushed me onto my back and sat on my stomach.
Al Farħānah Al Murād was smiling, both with the freedom and the anticipation of what Al Farħānah Al Murād wanted to do.
I could feel our mixed cum oozing from her and spreading across my stomach.
Al Farħānah Al Murād moved off and lay across my legs, then proceeded to lick all the juices from my stomach, watching her do that was making me hard again.
Al Farħānah Al Murād held my almost erect utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand as she finished licking off all the mixed cum juices from my stomach, then turned her attention to my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund, first the tip went into her mouth, then more, eventually Al Farħānah Al Murād had to move her fingers so she could take even more.
Her tongue and her head were poetry in motion.
I could see her now free hand between her legs masturbating herself to yet another orgasm.
I held her under her arms and lifted her onto my male Hindu body then onto my incredibly hard utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Farħānah Al Murād squealed again as she lowered herself onto me, her breasts dangled just above my mouth.
Al Farħānah Al Murād gasped and then started to lower and raise herself, slowly at first then faster as all pretenses of love making was lost and lust took hold of both of us.
As Al Farħānah Al Murād would lower herself onto me I lifted my male Hindu body to meet her, faster and faster we went, deeper and deeper we both tried to force my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund into her.
Suddenly she let out a squeal, her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body shook and shook and we both came together again.
Al Farħānah Al Murād flopped onto my male Hindu body exhausted and panting, her sweat mixing with mine just as our cum had just done…
We stayed like that, her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body too shattered to move.
I loved the feeling of both of us so close, finally my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund slid into her deepest once more, and a slow whimper came from her lips.
Trying to get as much skin contact as she could, soon after that, I could hear her gently breathing as she fell asleep on me, with my Uncut Hindu Lund entirely embedded into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I wrapped an arm around her and held her close, soon sleep took me as well.
None of us thought we were under open sky.
How animal Al Farħānah Al Murād was still now.
I could never imagine Maulānā Vasīm Muħammad to forgive Al Farħānah Al Murād for it ever.
I was right.
He never did.
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