Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 8
Posted: August 14, 2014 Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī, Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Behavioural Science, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, Dr. Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, Dr. Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, Dr. Tasnīm Jamāl, Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr, Durgesh, Feminism, Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Times, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Times, HVS Law Internationals, Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, Imran Khan, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Muħammad Tahir ul Qadri, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Narendr Modi, Narendra Modi, Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā, Seven Movements, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Suraiyā Ibrāhīm, The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Ħāfizah Ashraf Leave a commentChapter 8
Durgesh Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī
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
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Midterm 2012: 3
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Chapter 3
Despite their resentment that I virtually own now their Islamic Media Empire, and I was a Hindu, even if I was called ‘Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!’ by the most of the sophisticated educated Musalmān Beauties, they found me almost always with them.
It had brought us closest, helping each other, through thick and thin.
Their resentment against me though still was there.
Moreover instead of thinning it was intensified more and more.
They repeated to themselves again and again,
“Durgesh wants to fuck us”.
“Durgesh wants to fuck us”.
He is a Hindu.
He wants to disgrace us Musalmān Beauties.
The family was quite filthy rich actually but even it required proper attention, however, to keep and grow the running family business activities.
Earlier, their Chief Co Wife, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, tried to make me feel important by telling me that with Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr gone, I was now the “man of the house”.
It was a great honour to me, I got; in almost all such families, though I was not related to them genetically even a bit.
It was the extreme reliance, trust and faith of them I had earned.
In most of such cases, I was even the sole beneficiary, sole heir, under the wills concerned.
The problem was that usually I got a lot of good-natured teasing from the houseladies, including Tasnīm Jamāl .
As I grew habitual and began to take on a more and more masculine interest, that same teasing I’d been receiving all those years became more and more competitive and sometimes actually resulted in some fairly serious rough-housing and wrestling with all of them.
Particularly with Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, though she was only twenty seven.
Even Tasnīm Jamāl, the virgin, was one year elder than Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī.
Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī seemed to want, for some reason, constantly to remind me that she was younger than I was, and even the youngest of them even if she was not a virgin now as Tasnīm Jamāl still was.
Consequently, she wanted more attention from me than the rest of them.
Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī would often break up the more serious fights.
But a time or two, it ended with Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and me almost wrestling around, despite my entire efforts to avoid such humiliating circumstances just as seriously, as Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and I had been doing.
They even grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis and squeezed it to win over me.
Yet, I was not born yesterday.
I understood very well that actually they enjoyed grabbing my Uncut Hindu Penis and playing with it under this or that pretence.
I let both Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī play with my Uncut Hindu Penis.
I pretended that I didn’t understand it.
Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī both knew it was my act.
Yet they were thankful to me with their eyes that I allowed them to do it and never humiliated them for it.
“Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī,” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī addressed her real younger sister, “I think Durgesh is not as bad as they say.”
Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī winked at her elder sister,
“Because he lets us play with his excellent exquisite Uncut Hindu Lund?”
“Kambakħt,” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī slapped her on her cheek, playfully, “you could have said Uncut Hindu Penis even.”
Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī held her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān head in mock pride,
“I’m an ardent Pakistani Musalmān girl. I prefer my National Language Urdu on the bloody English for our intimate words and actions.”
Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī laughed.
After that, I had begun taking interest in those still innocent Musalmān girls.
Their Chief Co Wife, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, had drawn aside all of them and had what I called a secret conversation with them regarding me.
It was something that both, alerted me, as well as made me curious, as to what she told them.
They would often whisper things about it back and forth to one another, but I did notice that suddenly we weren’t wrestling nearly as much as we had been.
I’d certainly watched all of them develop a queer attitude to me of course.
Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was the eldest after Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and seemingly she had great Sunni Musalmān breasts.
As long as I can remember, I don’t particularly remember taking any major notice of them.
Yet I had a great interest in noticing the same of their Chief Co Wife Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s.
Being of thirty years she was more eligible for me to have sex with instead of Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī.
Though, I understood very well that both Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī were more easily available to me to have sex with them.
They were already playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis under this or that pretext.
Only one signal from me that I’m also interested in them sexually would have easily brought them on my bed.
They just seemed to have always been there, but not so noticeably, that it was of any real interest to me then.
I’d walked in on Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, once.
But the glimpse of her pointy great Sunni Musalmān breasts had been too quick, as she had hurriedly covered herself, and quickly ushered me out of her bedroom.
I’d seen their Chief Co Wife a time or two in the bath, and had even questioned her about the dark thick patch of hair between her legs.
And though it didn’t instigate any ‘birds and bee’s’ discussion, even she did inform me impishly that it was a sign of her being a Musalmān woman, and that even I had hair there as a sign that I was a Hindu man.
Two weeks before Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī moved out to attend College in another part of the State, I was busily enjoying my favourite past time and too involved to hear my bedroom door open late at night when it did.
“Durgesh! Durgesh! You asleep?” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī had asked too quietly when she came into my bedroom.
Only then did I realize she was even there, but the damage was already done as she quite easily saw what it was I was doing.
“Oh. I’m sorry!” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī quickly closed the door and went back out into the hallway and seconds later, I heard her head down back towards her own bedroom.
Too naughty to say or do anything, I was expecting some major teasing about it in the morning, but it never happened.
Instead, Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī never said another word about it.
I quickly forgot the whole episode.
Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī went to a new branch to watch the expansion more keenly a short distance away.
Though we still saw her and her managing assistant every other weekend or so, the closeness I had once shared with the sisters seemed to be slowly evaporating away.
It was obvious that the Chief Co Wife Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was feeling the changes too.
Though she had dated off and on over the years, she’d never met anyone she wanted to marry her.
Now, with all of her co wives slowly growing up and moving away, she had become more and more depressed, and I would often hear her crying sometimes at night in her bedroom.
I was even more worried about leaving Dr. Saåīdah Qamar alone.
Tasnīm Jamāl had already indicated she was going to continue to live at home with Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, but she was working late most nights, so she spent very little time at home with Dr. Saåīdah Qamar anyway.
I had mixed emotions of course.
I was really looking forward to spending some time with Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī now.
She was busy campaigning for her own Parliamentary seat as Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was too besides expanding their business.
The night before I was to drive up state and move in with Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, I had gone to bed early after an exhausting day.
Tasnīm Jamāl was at work, and though it was my last night at their home, I was bone tired and had gone to bed fairly early.
I had spent most of the evening with Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, enjoying several glasses of juices with her, but it had made me sleepy.
I knew Dr. Saåīdah Qamar would in all likelihood finish off the rest of her wine, and I wasn’t particularly in the mood to have to deal with her depression under the circumstances.
I’m not sure exactly when it was, but I woke up with the urge to pee and headed down the hallway towards the bathroom.
After that, I decided I was hungry and wanted to stop by the kitchen to see if there was something, I could snack on before going back to bed.
I passed by Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s bedroom and thought I could hear her moaning in her sleep.
Once again afraid she was crying, especially with my leaving and all, I couldn’t just leave it at that, decided to go in and talk to her, try, and reassure her that everything would be ok.
I opened her bedroom door fully expecting to see her lying in her bed weeping, and got the biggest surprise of my life.
For a Moment, I was stunned into total immovability.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was entirely nude, lying on her back with one hand caressing her great Sunni Musalmān breast, and the other deeply embedded inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot.
The moans I had heard coming from her bedroom where obviously from her self-pleasuring and not from any depression from my leaving.
At exactly the same instant, we seemed to take notice of one another, but all I did was turn and march away out from her bedroom without even closing the door when I did.
I marched as fast as I could up the stairs to my own room and lay into bed with my head feeling like it was about to explode.
I should have fucked her.
I should have fucked Dr. Saåīdah Qamar as soon as Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī started playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis.
They were twenty nine and twenty seven respectively yet they needed sex with me.
Why not Dr. Saåīdah Qamar too?
She was too thirty only.
All I could see was Dr. Saåīdah Qamar fingering herself and the way she was pulling on her nipples and caressing her great Sunni Musalmān breast.
Never before had I actually thought of her in a sexual way before this, nor imagined even for an instant that she might actually have some sort of normal sexual desires.
We all do it.
However, it’s not the fact.
Even the Ammīs, Bājīs, sisters, daughters and daughters in law are women after all.
They also have their own physical needs as we ourselves do.
Yet, we forget it, either knowingly or unknowingly, and sorry, sometimes deliberately even.
How cruel it is, we even never think about it.
I suddenly found myself aroused and, sporting an incredible Hindu erection.
The thought of being aroused at seeing Dr. Saåīdah Qamar did not bother me however.
Being a Dvij Hindu, I was already trained not to be bothered by such events at all.
Yet, it was very humiliating for me to think what she was doing.
On the other hand, she was a very attractive looking woman at her now young age, with large shapely great Sunni Musalmān breasts and very erotic dark colour nipples capping each one.
Added to that, the decadent display of her legs, widely spread with her hand busily working her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot, had indelibly burned that image in my mind everlastingly.
In almost all the cases where I have sexual relations with my so-called Ammīs, Bājīs, sisters etc., the circumstances were almost the same somewhat.
One can blame me for what I did in such cases, but I never regret what I did or even do now.
It was the best I could do for them.
Analyse justifiably every such incidence and tell me what better I could have done.
Any other course if I had followed was certainly could have resulted in more harmful and destructive situations I had to avoid on all costs, if I really loved/respected them.
You can term it incest, if you want to, but in my eyes, it was, and still is, my love/respect for them.
I don’t have impractical imaginary morals, and I’m never ashamed of it.
Instead, I’m proud of it always.
I never realized unconsciously I had been absentmindedly squeezing my own Uncut Hindu Lund.
I remembered when Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was ushered into my Private Office by Kħadījah Muħammad.
She enjoyed a quick high of anticipation at the prospect of coronation.
The business of the gone, Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, was done for the day.
The business of the incumbent, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, was all that mattered.
Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was too dedicated to Pseudo Islam.
He deliberately refused to understand it was not the true Islam.
At the far end of the room, I was engrossed in the document in my today available best laptop.
At Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s entrance, I raised my head and removed my spectacles.
“Ah, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, glad you came right over. It would’ve been better if your co wives Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Tasnīm Jamāl were also with you.”
“Yes, I heard that you wanted them with me too.”
“Yet you opted otherwise.”
“They are damnfools. Let me understand first what you have to say.”
“They are not damnfools. They also represent their constituencies.”
“Represented.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar corrected me, “The damnfools still believe UPA would return to power.”
“Don’t you?” I smiled.
“Want to bet? Congress is finished for ever now.”
I smiled.
“No comment.”
“Hey, aren’t you with us?”
“Us?” I raised my eyebrows.
“NDA.”
“Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr is also my client and he is still supporting UPA.”
“He has lost three fourth of his assets already in the settlement with us.”
“That’s the white money only.” I smiled.
“What do you mean?”
“Who knows how much black money he has?”
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar watched me carefully,
“Yes, you are right. He must have plenty of it even. Otherwise he wouldn’t have agreed to the settlement with us, he had to.”
“There you are.”
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar marched to me and sat down on my lap.
I smiled.
She kissed me on my lips passionately.
“It’s your bonus, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I promised it to you and here it is.”
“Thank you.” I winked at her.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar laughed.
She grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis and squeezed it significantly,
“I never thought Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr would really sign that disastrous settlement without even going to court. How did you manage it?”
“That’s my professional secret Sālī. How can you expect me to answer that question?”
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled gracefully,
“But there is a zinger.”
I smiled,
“Who said there is any?”
“Oh, come on. We both know Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was not born yesterday himself. The pleasant surprise is that he agreed to abandon Tasnīm Jamāl even untouched, the virgin as she was.”
“Well, aren’t you happy?”
“Very much happy. All the four of us wanted to get that bastard called Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr. Thank you once again that you managed it so successfully, so adroitly.”
“Well, I got you on my lap in bonus. Didn’t I?”
“Of course my darling, but don’t tease me anymore. Tell me about the zinger.”
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Mid Term 2012: 2
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Chapter 2
The four extremely stunning Musalmān Beauties
The families, I lived in, were mostly the families of almost all beautiful Musalmān girls, and later…..all beautiful Musalmān women.
They needed me more than the families that had male members already.
In most of the cases, the Musalmān husband/Abbū died or divorced/left his Musalmān wife/wives due to this or that reason.
In this case, he abandoned them a little over a year, surprisingly; after just he married his fourth wife Tasnīm Jamāl.
Tasnīm Jamāl and I had so many of the same facial characteristics, that so many persons thought Tasnīm Jamāl were my real daughter even.
Actually, Tasnīm Jamāl’s Ammī never slept with me.
Moreover, I was incapable to father any daughter at all.
I was a Y Chromosomed Hindu man.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was the Chief wife, though now she was too abandoned.
She was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s friend and was of her age, thirty years herself.
Tasnīm Jamāl had her Ammī’s almost reddish honey blonde coloration.
The eldest woman of the family, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had been forced to return to work full-time which necessitated her next co wife Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī becoming almost a second elder sister to Tasnīm Jamāl.
Tasnīm Jamāl was twenty-eight and Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was twenty-nine.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, the eldest one: Thirty years.
Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, the next in age and power both: Twenty nine years.
Tasnīm Jamāl, the married yet still virgin wife: Twenty eight years.
A great deal of responsibility was thrown on Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī.
She was at least more mature than Tasnīm Jamāl, though Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was only one year older than her.
It became more and more necessary in order to alleviate some of the hardships that their Chief Co wife, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, was facing.
Luckily, Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī eventually had help from Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī who was only two years younger than Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was.
Needless to say, over the course of the years, they all grew extremely close while growing up.
I was sixty two already.
I especially conducted a meeting with all the extremely beautiful young Musalmān wives abandoned.
They were sitting on lavishly precious black leather chairs kept in opposite my table half around it.
“We all are fully capable to protect ourselves, Mr. Durgesh.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar said in a manner as if it was beyond her dignity to talk with me, “We are all grown up, highly educated successful industrials and politicians. Midterm 2012 has been announced. We have to fight hard to keep our parliamentary seats.”
“Saåīdah is right, Durgesh.” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī seconded her, “It is the first election we have to face without Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr.”
“I know that.” I watched all the four extremely stunning young Musalmān Beauties scrutinizing them, “Yet, I’m sorry. I can’t help it.”
“We can’t and don’t leave our Islamic Media Empire in your Hindu hands.” Tasnīm Jamāl smiled at me.
“Tasnīm Jamāl,” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī addressed Tasnīm Jamāl patronizing her. Her voice was extraordinary sweet, “You are forgetting the reputation of our Chairman. He is not famous for controlling Islamic Media Empires. He is infamous for something else.”
“Stop it.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar admonished her co wife.
“Saåīdah!” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī retorted, “He wants to fuck all of us. Nothing else.”
“Safiyah, please!” Tasnīm Jamāl smiled, “Saåīdah hasn’t any objection whatsoever.”
Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī laughed.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked at them with abundant disapproval,
“Shut up, you idiots. We can’t keep Durgesh out of this game. Our ever shrewd husband Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr wanted to prove his charges on us. He has deliberately arranged this predicament for us.”
I didn’t say anything.
I kept on watching them gravely.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was not only eldest of them; she was the most brilliant of them too.
“I can prove my virginity still intact.” Tasnīm Jamāl said irritably, “How can the bloody husband of us, Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr prove Durgesh fucks me?”
Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī looked at Tasnīm Jamāl irritably,
“Well, I’m not virgin. Saåīdah is also not virgin. But Durgesh doesn’t fuck us nevertheless. Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr can’t prove it too.”***
Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr remembered he was received in the Saůūdī Årab Capital, Riyāz, or Riyadh as it was written in English erroneously.
They received him there with the ceremony and respect though they knew very well that almost the entire houseladies of his household were sleeping now with me shamelessly, rather with pride.
Entire houseladies, except his present four wives only.
It was not a coincidence that Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, Dr. Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, Dr. Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, and Dr. Tasnīm Jamāl all were highly successful media persons.
Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr had deliberately chosen them to be so.
He was a big name now in Islamic world.
Even the fact that he had an Indian Hindu father, Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā and a Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Ammī, Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr, could not stop his meteoric success in Islamic world.
Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr was a world renowned Pakistani Sunni Musalmān journalist.
Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā was not a Professor then.
He was a greater Journalist then.
He was Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr’s ideal.
They were never married.
But they were still an ideal International couple having ten sons of their own now.
The Indian law that a Hindu could have only one legally married wife at a time was always met with the smart devious Hindus having as many unmarried sex partners almost everywhere in the world as they could maintain.
Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was the eldest of the ten sons Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā and Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr had.
He was treated in Riyadh/Riyāz with absolute authority.
He perceived that among his journalistic contemporaries there were those more erudite, learned, cleverer, and wiser than himself.
He was merely a philosopher of the fourth estate while they were the ruling queens because they had the legions, crowds, masses, hosts, multitudes, bands, throngs, platoons, and teams to support them.
They were not only extremely beautiful, they had brains even.
Moreover they used their brains to elevate themselves ingeniously.
Their legions were formed by their vast and loyal reading and viewing public.
There were millions who followed their columns and shows.
They believed their every word even after so much exposure of some treacherous media persons.
When they issued their daily edicts, lively, dramatic, firsthand reports and opinions on the world trouble spots, their followers believed them, hailed them, and their massive plebeian chorus was heard in high places in Washington, D.C., New Delhi, Ved Nagar, as well as abroad.
As a result, the private key elevator to the sacrosanct, inviolable seventh floor of the Department of States, and the guarded doors to the oval office of the White House, were always wide-open to them.
Every President had been their admirer, respectful to them.
He wondered at this great revelation.
He couldn’t believe on what he himself learned so laboriously and not known to others.
He suspected the real power was not in the hands of the President of USA even.
The real power lay in the hands of the persons whom these queens of journalism represented.
None knew who these persons were.
Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr wanted to know them on every cost.
They were the real persons who eliminated Pseudo Islamic Terrorism under the guise of USA.
They were the real persons who eliminated foreign rule from India under disguise of Congress.
The actually Powerful Persons ruling the Universes.
Who were they?
The smartest persons who understood very well the principle that the Security is in anonymity.***
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