VED NAGAR: 62

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Midterm 2012

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 62

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Imām Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd
Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus
The Seminar

Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā ascended the bench.
“This is the matter of the conservator for the estate of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.” He said, “The Court stated at the time of making the order that the Court might require additional evidence from time to time and was keeping the matter open.
“The Court now wants to hear additional evidence. Mr. Durgesh, you are fucking both the parties now. You have claimed you have something to present?”
Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd smiled at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
I was fucking both of them.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was smiling cunningly.
Yet, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was too quite confident.
After all, I was fucking Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd too.
She knew very well until now, none could harm her in any way whatsoever when she is in my nude Hindu lap and I was fucking her.
She didn’t know if her Panjvaqtah Namāz really made her genital organ a rheostat or not.
She didn’t know either if my Stavans really made my Uncut Hindu Cock an electromagnetic bar magnet or not.
But she knew she was actually insurmountable when she had my Uncut Hindu Cock into her ardent Musalmān Cunt.
How?
Neither she could explain it beyond all reasonable doubt nor she damn cared.
Why the hell should she?
Let Durgesh explain.
Isn’t he practically her husband now?

I looked gravely at Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā,
“I do have to present something, your honor.”
“Witness or affidavits?”
“I have an affidavit from my Live in relationship partner, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, the niece of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. It states that up to three months ago, when she was persuaded to take a long ocean voyage, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was in good mental health and in possession of all of his faculties. Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, my Live in relationship partner now, left Al Muħammad Al Qāsim in his house. Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s half/real brother was visiting Al Muħammad Al Qāsim then with his wife, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, now my another Live in relationship partner. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s two sisters, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim with her husband Vikram Bachhalyā and Al Lubnā Al Qāsim with her husband Pratāp Bachhalyā were also visiting him at the same time. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s daughter, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim was too there with her husband, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
I paused for a moment, looked at Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā, surveyed the audience, and went on,
“Your honor, I have another affidavit from Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah, of the Anjuman-e-Islamiyah Bank. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has kept his account there for many years. In his affidavit, Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah has stated that in his opinion, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is thoroughly competent; that he has always shown good business judgment in handling all of his affairs; that his properties have grown in value over the years; that he has made shrewd business investments; that my Live in relationship partner, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, has always had his best interests at heart and has made a very efficient manager.
“This affidavit of Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah, further states that from the moment Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was persuaded to take a trip, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs started nosing around, trying to get information about Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s personal financial affairs, trying to wheedle information out of the bank on the pretext that Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was ill.
“The affidavit states that Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah called Al Muħammad Al Qāsim on the phone and that Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s manner was perfectly normal and his business judgment very sound.
“On the strength of the showing I am about to make, your honor, I suggest that the conservatorship be vacated; or, if there is any necessity for a conservator, that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, who has now returned from her trip, is much better qualified to act conservator than is Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
“And as a part of my showing, I desire to call the present conservator, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, as a witness.”*

Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled in my lap.
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā frowned down at Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
He was especially requested by his government, United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations Government to deal with this legal problem.
“But, your Excellency,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā had protested to Padminī Bhārgav, “Ved Nagar is not our jurisdiction.”
“You are especially requested by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself to deal with this case, Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā,” Padminī Bhārgav pushed her ever gorgeous ever attractive ever white ever pink Bhārgav Brāhmañ female buttocks into my nude Hindu male Bachhalyā lap and swallowed my entire Bachhalyā Lund into her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Cunt, “The firm legal attitude you have shown in the cases on Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act have made you one of the most popular legal mind that put the constitutional supremacy paramount in his decisions.”
“I thank you, Bhārgav Brahm Jagdambā,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā controlled himself.
He always hated dirty politics and even dirtier politicians.
That was why he was still a judge, while even his wives and sisters were at least Justices in various high courts of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
But his latest attitude towards his own Brahm Padminī wives on Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā Act has made him so popular everywhere that almost every government now wanted his judicial services.
Padminī Bhārgav had herself honored him personally and promoted him directly to the Chief Justice of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
He was also nominated for the Āpt Sadan, the House of Excellence of United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations.
He was suddenly declared the ever best legal mind United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations had.
“Congratulations,” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý put her nude Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ legs on my shoulders and congratulated him, “you are being reimbursed now for your Brahm Padminī wives you so righteously surrendered to Durgesh without even a single protest whatsoever.”
“It was my duty, Brahm Padminī Brahm Jagdambā,” Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā said cautiously, “thank you, however.”
“Her next movement will be Brahm Chitrañī Brahm Jagdambā Movement,” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý said, “prepare yourself to surrender your Brahm Chitrañī wives too, to Durgesh. You’ll get promoted to even the Chief Justice of Multiversal Supreme Court.”
“Then it would be Brahm Shankhinī Brahm Jagdambā movement, and ultimately it would be Brahm Hastinī Brahm Jagdambā movement too.” Justice Padm Chitrā Mārkandéý too laughed sarcastically, “Padminī Bhārgav wants every Brāhmañ Beauty to be a Brahm Jagdambā ultimately. She wants Brāhmañ Muslimāt Durgesh Brahm Jagdambā Social System here in United BrahmKanyā Brahmāñī Brāhmañ Creations. She is against even Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Social System as it exists today.”
“And even our ever humane husband Durgesh is supporting his ever faithful Bhārgav Brāhmañ wife, Padminī Bhārgav, in this matter. It would end the ever unconquerable political supremacy of the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus can easily replace the Bachhalyās in the Multiversal Politics.” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý said curtly, “Durgesh is dreaming of amending the ever persistent time slot of Brāhm Kalp.”
Judge Vishwambhar Sharmā smiled politely,
“And what about then, of Infinite BrāhmKalp Movement ?”*

Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý squirmed in nude Bachhalyā male lap and squeezed her Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ vaginal muscles around my ever strong ever utmost powerful Bachhalyā Lund.
I hated to use Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Bījāxars.
But couldn’t do anything about it.
The eternal Multiversal scientific system of time cycle had digested Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Bījāxars in ever first Brāhm Kalp.
Almost infinite Brāhm Kalp had passed now with these Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Bījāxars repeated endlessly.
Now, it was not easy to change these Bachhalyā BrahmKanyā Bachhalyā Brahmāñī Bījāxars without disturbing the entire time cycle of almost ever infinite Brāhm Kalp.
“Infinite BrāhmKalp Movement ?” Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý smiled sarcastically, “That’s not Durgesh’s problem. Ask Padminī Bhārgav about it.”
I pushed my Bachhalyā Lund deepest into Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý’s Bhaŧŧāchārý Brāhmañ Cunt.
“Sālī,” I said under my breath acidly, “you were against Padminī Bhārgav, you said.”
Justice Sunandā Bhaŧŧāchārý laughed cunningly.*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched every person present in the Seminar.
“I welcome every one of you here in the Seminar. I hope we have successfully deceived our opponents that we are here on the Yacht to discuss a disputed business matter of an island, not to attend this Seminar.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan raised her hand.
“Yes, you want to ask something?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan looked at her.
“Only one thing, Abbū. Why the hell we are so afraid of our opponents?”*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan patiently looked at his daughter.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, we are not afraid of anyone. We want not to urge the ever blood thirsty animals to massacre a large number of innocent persons once more.”
“We have already cuckolded them, Abbū.”
“Not every one of them, no.”
“Even then, most of them.”
“Because you want to establish your dream Ummat Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan charged her.
“The reason is not important, Abbū, the result is important.”
“I don’t think so.” I said gravely, “I agree with Abbū, instead.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at me angrily.
“That’s no news to me. You never agreed with me in any of my Seven Movements.”
“Because none of them is beneficial to humanity in the long run.”
“Long run?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed bitterly, “Long run? What about the present, my dear ever over humane Hindu husband?”*

I smiled cunningly.
“What’s there about present you want to discuss, in this seminar called by our lifetime president, Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, my ever over enthusiast young Musalmān wife of thirty four years only? Aren’t you already doing everything you can to establish your Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was furious.
“I have to discuss it that you should stop opposing my Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. In fact you should stop opposing my entire Seven Movements. It’s against humanity.”
“I don’t think so.” I smiled gravely, “In Ved Nagar, we are establishing absolute Democracy. Why?”
“Why?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly herself.
She was becoming more and more confident now.
Padminī Bhārgav was with her now.
Durgesh has only Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī Dīdī with him now.
These ever Utopian Idealists!
They never try to understand the basic inherent human psychology.
They want to treat animals even on their over humane criteria.
Durgesh repeats so many times:

‘Vitishŧhantām māturasyā upasthānnānārūpā pashavo jāýmānāh.
Sumangalyup sīdémamagnim sampatnī pratibhūshéh dévān.’

‘Let there come forth from the genital organ of this mother, animals of various forms, being born.
Well doing woman, sit by the man leading to light. Proper wife, ornamentize here the divine ones.’
̶ Ved: Atharv Ved: 14|2|25

Yet, when the matter of practical behavior with these ‘pashavo jāýmānāh’ these animals of various forms’ comes, Durgesh almost invariably supports his ever faithful father in law, her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Durgesh is blind whenever her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, comes before him.
He says, ‘Never take any decision whatsoever emotionally’, but he himself, Durgesh the greatest, is never impassive about her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Durgesh respects her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, perhaps even more than himself.
He has blind faith in her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Is it right?
Can it be right ever?
Nonsense.*

I replied her curtly.
“Because Democracy is the only intelligent way to live our life enjoying it optimum.”
“We humankind are not all knowing, Naåīmah ,” her father, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, smiled at his ever ambitious daughter explaining her what I did really mean, “neither anyone of us ever can be. That’s why Autocracy is never an intelligent form of governance for us ever something unknowing humankind, neither in our own family nor in any organization whatsoever whether political or else.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed ironically.
“You are speaking my ever over humane Hindu husband, Durgesh’s, language now, Abbū, almost entirely. Aren’t you?”
“Naåīmah ,” Imām Muħammad Ħasan addressed her helplessly, “Try to understand, child,”
“I’m sorry, Abbū,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said gravely, “I agree with Durgesh, my ever over humane Hindu husband, in another matter, never in the matter we are discussing at present. I think Durgesh and you both are actually Utopian Idealists.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan raised her right hand,
“Just listen to me, please. You both have crossed the sixty years of your life already. The realities you both started to study when you both were Just Eighteen Just Adult have changed in these sixty plus years drastically.”
“And, we, even Durgesh, haven’t updating ourselves continuously, nonstop? Nonsense. For what another reason we had raised our organizations, ab initio? Nonsense.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan was furious.*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled patiently, respectfully.
“I respect you both, Abbū, very much. Durgesh never approached me sexually. It was I who seduced him myself constantly nonstop. Durgesh, as my husband, is my own choice. My parents have not chosen Durgesh as my life partner.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled patronizingly.
“I’m glad you still think so, my ever utmost successful diplomatic child,”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at her father, suddenly all alert.
“What do you mean, Durgesh isn’t my own chosen husband?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled patiently.
“Of course, Durgesh is your own chosen husband. But it was not initially planned by you. Your Abbū planned it initially. It was my dream, my child, that you get Durgesh as your husband.”
“I…I can’t believe you, Abbū,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan whispered incredulously.*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“Most of the children today, think they succeed due to their hard work, their extraordinary intelligence, prudence and attitude. Their parents don’t have anything to do with their meteoric success, if it is there.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan carefully.
“And the children today are not right in thinking so?”
“There are some children of Durgesh who are, all of them, computer wizards today.”
“Oh,”
“They think it’s their hard, intelligent and brilliant work only that has made them so successful.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said.
“And they are mistaken?”
“Not entirely.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan acknowledged patiently, sophisticated and with dignity, “Of course, they worked hard and their work was even intelligent and brilliant too, but it was not their own dream, Durgesh dreamed of it for them and provided the initial computers and computer books to them. There were no toys, no other play tools for them. They had only one thing to play with, their computers and the computer books to read.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan gravely.
“What do you want to say?”
“Why don’t you draw your own conclusion, my child? You are perfectly intelligent to draw it, aren’t you?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t say anything for some time.
She watched her father scrutinizing him patiently.
“Well?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled at his ever ambitious, ever utmost successful daughter.
What a tragedy, she thought she did it alone.
There was nothing her parents had contributed in it.*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan controlled herself and smiled at Imām Muħammad Ħasan, gravely.
“Abbū, I don’t say that you haven’t done anything for me. I understand what you want to say about Durgesh’s those particular children. They are of almost the same age group, I belong to. I am somewhat their mother friend now. Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī herself introduced me to them.”
“Oh,”
“They themselves never said that Durgesh has never done anything for them. It was their childish mistake first, they regret of now.”
“I see.”
“I never said, similarly, that you haven’t done anything for me.”
“I understand.”
“What I am telling to you, is that the realities are not now as they were when Durgesh and you both were young, Just Eighteen Just Adult. The realities have changed since, drastically, in every field.”
“I’m listening to.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said gravely, “Moreover, we both have something more you don’t have. You can’t compete with any of us in that ever.”
“The experiences Durgesh and you have?”
“The experiences Durgesh and I have.”
“That’s why I said the realities have changed drastically since. Your experiences belong to the realities that don’t exist any more. In these new realities we need new young brain to cope with them.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“You forget, my child, that however the realities are changed, human experiences are always applicable to them, because human psychology doesn’t change ever so drastically. If it were not so, the history of humankind were never treated so important by everyone, as important it’s being treated ever.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled curtly.
“You both, Durgesh and you, think even the terrorists, criminals and criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn should never be cuckolded. You both are against cuckolding anyone. Why?”
“Because it’s against humanity.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said curtly.
“Are they human?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed ironically.
“What do you mean?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan asked furiously, “they are not human beings even?”
“Do you think Yazīd Malåūn lånat ålayhi was a human being? The Pseudo Musalmīn that were supporting him were human beings? They certainly were NOT. They were under evolved animals who had only a human form, not a human brain. Even Ħazrat Muåāwiyah were an under evolved human being that hadn’t transformed from an animal to a human being to the extent that he could understand what Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had done for Årabs and entire humankind.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan looked at her tartly.
“Naåīmah, it’s blasphemy.”
“No, it’s not. I’m not criticizing either Allah Rabbil Åālmīn, or Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. Ħazrat Muåāwiyah deliberately reported against Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd, Saifullah,razī Allahu tålā ånahu to replace him under a vile conspiracy to establish his own kingdom replacing the Democracy of Islam.”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan tried to say something.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was too impatient to let him.
“In the incidence you referred to, Durgesh, my ever over humane Hindu husband, of course, dreamed of for his children to be computer wizards. He, of course, conceived and planned their future for them. He of course managed to provide them the necessary primary tools too. But, they were Durgesh’s own children themselves who worked hard, who faced every thick and thin and succeeded ultimately despite all the antitheses. Their own struggle isn’t as insignificant as you are trying to imply, Abbū.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled triumphantly.
“I am neither doing any such thing, nor even can imagine to. I am trying to make you realize that it wasn’t any unitary success of Durgesh’s children. It was a joint effort of them with Durgesh too, monitoring them constantly.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked at him, acidly.
“Okay, I understand now perfectly what you want to imply to me. Ved Nagar was initially Durgesh’s dream. You found it useful for your dream of being Mustafa Kemal Atatürk of entire Muslim Countries. You wanted Democracy there too, while Durgesh was dreaming of a City State, entirely devoted to Democracy Humanity and Justice. You joined Durgesh. You conceived the rough sketch of Ved Nagar with Durgesh, portrayed in details with him, and even put the appropriate colors in it. But never forget, it was I with my countless supporters, followers and friends, with my entire Seven Movements, that brought your dreams true.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan looked at me smiling.
“Durgesh, my son, tell your Practical Chief Wife, we had ample role for her ever craziest obsession of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. We knew very well she would never compromise below her ever craziest obsession. We made room for it in our original planning and used everything your Practical Chief Wife could provide to bring our ever ambitious dream project of Ved Nagar true. Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, and her Hindu husband, Durgesh, were not born yesterday themselves.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was looking at her Abbū, startled.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.
“You believe in work, Durgesh and I believe in planning and vision. Durgesh said let’s each of us do whatsoever we are good at. We planned and developed the vision and let you work on it. Why the hell should we have worked when you were more anxious even than us, to work on our vision, on our behalf? Durgesh suggested me to let you work and I should only keep watch on you. Wasn’t it more brilliant and intelligent?”

̶ The End of Ved Nagar ̶

Next Volume of Kħātūn-e-Jannat

The Yacht

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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

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She told the untold

The united four: Dādījān, Dadajī, Ammī, and me

Durgesh

Prologue: Sālī, Ammījān!

Chapter 1

Let me tell about me.

I, Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl, am 20,

Height, 5’ 7”, my figure was 32-26-36..

My Ammī, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl was of 39, 5’6”, 36-32-38.

I am the only child of my parents.

Now, the hero of our story, with us three heroines:

My Hindu dadaji, Durgesh, was 60.

Was he really sixty, as he claimed?

Nonsense!

Don’t be silly!

He is 28.

Perfect for me.
I’m 20, remember.

He is strong, rather strongest, both physically and sexually.

Physically: he kicked out both my Abbū, Aħmad Kamāl and my Dadajan, Muħammad Kamāl, both together, out of their own house, claiming that we all the three Musalmān Beauties, my Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54,5’8”, 36-32-40; my Ammī, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl 39, and I, Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl 20, are now his Saåūdī Årab Musalmān wives.

Sexually: He had proved it to my Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54,5’8”, 36-32-40, already.

She also kicked both her husband Muħammad Kamāl 56,5’6”, and her own son, my Abbū Aħmad Kamāl 40, 5’8”, out of their own house, calling both of them impotents.

“Sālī,” My Dādājān Muħammad Kamāl 56, 5’6”, shouted, “if I’m impotent how did you get your son, Aħmad Kamāl 40, 5’8”, forty years ago? If my son Aħmad Kamāl 40, 5’8”, is impotent, how did your Bahoo Bégum Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl 39, get her daughter Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl, 20 years ago?”

“We are not your slaves, idiot,” My Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54, 5’8”, 36-32-40 shouted higher, “We have ‘this’ for it. See yourselves.”

In her violent passion, Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54, 5’8”, 36-32-40, forgot all the civilized manners.

She unzipped Hindu dadaji, Durgesh, 60, and brought out his great Uncut Hindu Penis, to demonstrate to them.

Even I was stunned and dumb founded.

Allah!

Was it really a penis or king Cobra?

Yes, I’ve seen it.

Yes, I’ve kissed it.

Yes, I’ve licked it.

Yes, I’ve swallowed it, tasted it, and sucked it.

Yes, I’ve enjoyed it both in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt and in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.

Durgesh has claimed correct that we all the three, Dādījān, Ammī, and me, are his Saåūdī Årab Musalmān wives now.

Ten inches long, five inches thick in circumference, and as strong as a steel rod.

I couldn’t even fantasize this kind of a Hindu penis, before I’d seen and enjoyed it.

I immediately doubted.

Durgesh Dādājī, Durgesh Grandpa, can’t be 60.

So, my friend, Åābidah Ibrār Ålvī, 20, 5’ 7”, 34-26-38, was right?

Durgesh is 28.

My Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54, 5’8”, 36-32-40, is in love with a 28 years old, young Hindu man, almost half of her age?

Allah!

Allah!!

“Sālī, Hindu Lund kī bhookhī, shame on youuuuuuuuu.” Muħammad Kamāl 56, 5’6”, my Dādājān, shouted, forgetting every civilized manner himself.

“Shame on me?” My Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl shouted higher again, “Shame on me? Why Shame on me? Shame on you, impotent, nāmard, Aħmad is not your son. You have given me thirteen daughters. Imagine. Thirteen daughters. Not a single son. If I hadn’t gone elsewhere, I had no Aħmad Kamāl 40 years ago, neither could you have. I sacrificed my feminine Muslim honor to a Hindu for the survival of your clan, and survival of us both.”

“Ammijān!” my Abbū was all tears.

“I am sorry, son! I never wanted to disclose this secret, I never wanted to tell this untold, but this nāmard Musalmān forced me to it.”

“She is lying, Aħmad, she is lying.” My Dādājān, Muħammad Kamāl 56, held my Abbū’s right hand, assuring him, “You are my son. You are my son. Believe me.”

“Huh,” Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54, 5’8”, 36-32-40, smiled sarcastically in immense burning wrath.

My Abbū was weeping silently.

He was never disgraced in such a manner before.

The worst thing was, the incident was taking place in Eidgāh Masjid.

Now coming to the story it all happened when due to Eidul Fitr, we all went to ‘Durgesh Fātimah Jannat’, as dadaji stayed there only, and my exams were over.

We all were very happy in the night.

I had to sleep with dādāji, as there were only 2 rooms there..

By 8pm only, we slept.

At night, around 4, I woke up for toilet.

Then I came back.

I saw something amazing..

Dādāji’s lungi was open.

I can see his Uncut Hindu Cock which was 6 inch long, the grith was nearly 5 ” and foreskin was half open showing his red head from his Uncut Hindu Cock.

It covered with a lot of black hair and his balls were bigger too.

It made me crazy.

I hadn’t seen ever such the great incredible male assets.

I went near that, took that cute Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand that was limp then, yet still hard somewhat.

It was far bigger than my Hindu boy friend’s.

I smelled it.

The Hindu male fragrance was great.

Then I tasted the head.

It was Salty.

I opened the foreskin and took the full Hindu length in my beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

I felt it like a big lollipop.

By then, my grandpa got up.

“What are you doing? You worst girl. Sucking your Grandpa’s Hindu penis? Doing incest?” He scolded me.

I smiled boldly at him,

“You taste marvelous, Grandpa, even better than my Hindu boyfriend.”

“So you’ve tasted your Hindu boyfriend too?” His eyes became grave, “Do your Dādījān, Kħālidah and your Ammī, Farkħandah, know anything of it?”

“Why should they, darling?” I still smiled boldly, “I’m myself a big girl now. I’m 20. I can take care of myself, even legally.”

“I’m not your darling. I’m your Dādījān, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl 54’s darling.”

“28? Darling of 54?” I laughed, “You just let me fuck you, idiot, and see what I have for you.”

“Hey, Sālī, you haven’t any right to call me ‘idiot’. Sālī, ‘kal ki laundiyā’, you call me ‘idiot’? I’m 60, 40 years more senior to you.”

“I don’t believe you.” I winked at him, “neither anyone does. We are calling your bluff now.”

“Who the idiots are ‘we’?”

“All the teen ager Musalmān Beauties who love you.”

“Why can’t you understand, I don’t enjoy you teen agers sexually, as I enjoy the mature Musalmān Beauties of my own age?”

Till now, I’d made Durgesh to forget his objection that I was his Musalmān granddaughter.

I was certainly not, moreover.

My Abbū, Aħmad Kamāl, 40, was not his real son.

Being the daughter of Aħmad Kamāl 40, how could I be Durgesh’s granddaughter.

Till now, he had got his full erection.

Allah, it was ten inches long and 5”grith.

I opened all my clothes and panty.

Why shouldn’t I?

I wanted to enjoy his great Uncut Hindu Penis, now most famous, most dreamed of, and most wanted Uncut Hindu Penis globally, into my newly adult, 20 year Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

I took his Uncut Hindu Penis in my extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth again.

Then I placed it, in my hairy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

I made Durgesh to play with my pubic hair.

He started fucking me.

I made him to fuck me.

It was not so difficult.

When a woman wants to get laid, it’s difficult for a man to safeguard himself from her.

They say, even Brahmarshi Vishvāmitr could not save himself from Ménkā.

I held his Uncut Hindu Penis in my right hand and started rubbing its stout Hindu head between the labial lips of my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

Durgesh was so angry that he was not cooperating with me, at all.

I laughed.

I took his, now globally famous, Uncut Hindu Penis again, into my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth and kissed, licked and sucked it to the extent that he had to cum into my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth, eventually, ultimately.

I drank all his Hindu juices.

Then I made him to come over me and place his Uncut Hindu Cock head on my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

He placed his lips on miny.

I also made him to place his hands on my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs.

Then Durgesh slowly started entering me.

Allah, what a great rod!

What a great Hindu rod!

Even my Hindu boyfriend was defeated in every field.

He didn’t have such a tremendous Hindu length.

He didn’t have such a tremendous Hindu thickness.

He didn’t have such a tremendous Hindu strength.

He didn’t have such a tremendous Hindu hardness.

He inserted 1 ½” only, as my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy was too tight for his thickness.

I was not a virgin however.

He tried once more.

Its full Hindu length went in, and a crach sound came out from my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

Allah, it was totally inside me now.

All the time I kept my eyes closed.

I was enjoying it immensely, even more than Durgesh was.

He invited me to open the eyes and hold his ball while he is fucking.

It was creating problem for him by hanging.

I did that.

I saw a brown Uncut Hindu Cock, with black hair, was fucking a white Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy, with black hair too.

After 30 minutes, I had an orgasm.

Yet, it was only my first orgasm, out of so many I had subsequently.

Durgesh was still fucking me furiously.

He asked me to take some juice in my hand and taste it in my mouth like my Ammī.

I was startled and stunned.

Dumb founded too.

My Ammī?

Like my Ammī?

Allah, was Durgesh fucking my Ammījān, Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl 39, 5’6”, 36-32-38, too?

Was she also enjoying this great Uncut Hindu Penis I’m enjoying now?

Durgesh came into me after 10 hours continuous non-stop fucking.

Allah, what a man!

What an exquisitely wonderful Hindu man!

He could fuck us entire Musalmān Beauties, I’m sure.

His Uncut Hindu Penis was extremely powerful.

His lust for fucking us Musalmān Beauties was, I’m sure, INFINITE.

I was fully exhausted under him.

I think everyone of us Musalmān Beauties must enjoy Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis, if she can’t always for some reason, at least once.

It’s the greatest bounty of Allah on us.

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ

‘Fabiayyi aalaai rabbikumaa tukazzibaani’

‘Which of the bounties of your Lord, then, will you deny?’

–Al Qur’an Al Majeed: 55 Ar-Rahmaan|72

I had multiple orgasms during the great marathon fucking of me.

How many?

I don’t know.

We both lay in the same condition.

Durgesh was still deepest into me.

He was playing with my nude beautiful 20year Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks.

I was playing with his hair, loving him very much, kissing him on his Hindu lips.

I asked Durgesh when he fucked Ammījān.

He told me the mystery of my parents.

He said,

“Your Abbū can fuck somewhat, but his sperms lack Y chromosome. Like most of the Musalmīn and like the entire womankind, your Abbū has two X chromosomes, the women have.”

“What?” I jumped on the bed, but Durgesh pinned me there, fucking me again, vigorously.

“Calm down. You are an educated modern young Musalmān woman. You can understand this problem more than your parents could.”

“What do you want to say, darling?” I kissed Durgesh on his Hindu lips fondly.

“Al Taqdīs, do you know about ‘Durgesh Fareedah Global Clinics, global research centre’?”

“Only that it is one of your numerous research and business organizations.”

Durgesh smiled,

“I’m unable to understand, Al Taqdīs darling, why everyone thinks that an organization is mine, if I’m involved with it, only to some extent.”

“Because you are the most important person in that organization, even then.”

“Nonsense!”

“Why nonsense? Tell me only one organization where you are involved, even somewhat, and it’s not running with your ultimate support.”

Durgesh smiled,

“They need my support, but not my ultimate support.”

“Sorry, darling, but I simply don’t, and can’t, believe you.”

“Al Taqdīs!”

“Don’t think I’m a fool, because I’m only 20.”

“Oh!”

“Durgesh, perhaps you don’t realize that now you have crossed all the boundaries of religions, castes and creeds. Your success, in almost every field, is just incredible, yet TRUE.”

“What do you want to say?”

“My Grand Abbū, Muħammad Kamāl 56, in order to fight with you successfully, had met with Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah.”

“Oh!”

“He is the top personality against Hindus.”

“Yes,” I smiled, “I know.”

“Fortunately, my Abbū, Aħmad Kamāl 40, and I were also with my grand Abbū then.”

“I see.”

“I never saw any Musalmān leader, in so much praise for you, than Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah.”

“You are right.” I smiled, “He just goes crazy in praising me when he hears my name. He loves me after Allah and Rasool-e-Akram, Ħuzoor sallallāhu ålaihi va sallam.”

Iwanted to ask him why he was so happy when I talk about an Imām so against Hindus, but I felt ashamed of myself.

Perhaps it all was my fault.

I misunderstood both these great leaders.

But, perhaps it was not even my fault altogether.

It was the fault of my upbringing.

I was told that all the Hindus are always after Musalmān Beauties.

Hindus have always fucked us Musalmān Beauties on this or that pretext.

Their one point mission is to disgrace us Musalmeen ever, by fucking us Musalmān Beauties.

But, Durgesh is NOT disgracing anyone.

He is NOT after us Musalmān Beauties.

We Musalmān Beauties are after Durgesh.

All the cases where there was any Hindu Muslimahs sexual relationships, I’ve studied minutely.

No Hindu was after us Musalmān Beauties in all those cases.

Great surprise!

Isn’t it?

Hindus are not disgracing us Musalmān Beauties even a bit.

We Musalmān Beauties love Hindus because we want more sex, more respect, more freedom etc for us, than Musalmeen provide us usually.

I proceeded to my Hindu boy friend.

He only welcomed me.

Then how he was disgracing us Musalmeen?

Nonsense!

It’s all bloody politics.

Our politicians deceive us.

Our politicians deceive us.

Our politicians deceive us.

I was suddenly filled with a great political realization.

At my 20, I knew suddenly something that even my Abbū, Aħmad Kamāl at 40, and my grand Abbū, Muħammad Kamāl at 56, never succeeded to know.

Durgesh and Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah were NOT enemies of each other.

They were actually close friends, to the contrary.

Yes, Durgesh was living nude with the entire sixteen real sisters of Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah.

But it was NOT to disgrace Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah, neither to disgrace us Musalmeen.

Never.

It was on personal request from Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah himself.

Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah planned it, NOT Durgesh.

Then why we Musalmeen hate Durgesh for it?

Why we Musalmeen hate Durgesh for it?

Isn’t it blind communalism?

Why do we Musalmeen torture ourselves mentally for the things even we don’t know about completely?

Why do we Musalmeen torture ourselves mentally for the things even don’t concern us personally?

I hated Durgesh for living nude with sixteen Makkan Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Imāmzādīs, keeping them nude with him against their own wishes.

How did I know it was against their own wishes?

I surmised it.

I surmised it.

Allah!

Why did I think in that manner?

Why my thought process was so erroneous?

Again, due to my upbringing.

Erroneous upbringing, now I know.

Hindus are NOT our enemies, neither they ever were.

Durgesh was fucking me again savagely.

I was enjoying it immensely too.

Yet, my mind was realizing too many great facts, suddenly, one after another.

Al Taqdīs was going through a sudden chain of realizations and transformations.

Allah!

You are great.

Only you are great.

Lā ilāh illillah, Muhammadurrsoolallah!

Lā ilāh illillah, Muhammadurrrsoolallah!

Lā ilāh illillah, Muhammadurrsoolallah!

‘There isn’t any God, except Allah, Muhammd^s is his Prophet.’

‘There isn’t any God, except Allah, Muhammd^s is his Prophet.’

‘There isn’t any God, except Allah, Muhammd^s is his Prophet.’

I kissed Durgesh passionately on his Hindu lips.

Was Durgesh really Hindu?

Wasn’t Durgesh actually a great Musalmān, always defending the self-respect and honor of us Muslimahs and even of us Musalmeen?

Shouldn’t he be rewarded for it, instead being hated?

That’s what Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah claims about Durgesh,

“If Durgesh hadn’t cooperated with me, my sixteen nudist real sisters had disgraced me to the extent that I couldn’t have another option except to suicide. Durgesh saved my self-respect and honor, by living with them, as they love to live. He gave me his blood to save my life, as I tried to suicide.”

I was furious at Muħammad,

“Promise me you’d never do it again.”

“But, Durgesh—”

“Why do you want to punish your Ammī, Muħammad? She has only one son after sixteen continuous daughters.”

“My Bājīs are—”

“I’m not talking of your Bājīs. Let them, all the sixteen, go to hell.” I thundered at him, “I’m talking of your Ammī. Why do you, all the seventeen, want her to suicide out of immense shame?”

Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah was all-alert all of a sudden,

“Oh, so my great friend Durgesh is actually not my friend. He is in love with my great global actress Ammījān, my ‘Bājī Huzoor’? Yes, she is extremely beautiful even now. None believes she is the mother of seventeen children. Even her secretary has requested us not to address her ever as our Ammī in public. She wants us to call her ‘Bājī Ħuzoor’.”

I was suddenly surprisingly, serene,

“Nonsense! Are you crazy, Muħammad?”

“No. I’m not.” Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah smiled, “but you are. What sexual pleasure can you get from a mother of seventeen children, idiot?”

“He is impressed and addicted by her fictitious grace, they advertise.” Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah’s eldest Bājī, Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah 28, ten years elder than me, laughed sarcastically.

I was suddenly filled with immense hatred and venom for her.

She was one of those sixteen who were responsible for the attempted suicide of my closest friend, Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah.

“If it were so, I had never hated you all the sixteen.”

“My foot. We damn care if the entire universe hates us.”Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah said to me contemptuously, “You rejected me for that old woman? What can she give you? Do you care to tell me, idiot?”

“I never rejected you.”

“Then kiss me.”

“You are Muħammad’s Bājī, Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah;”I said contemptuously, “Try to behave for a change. Your younger brother, your only brother, has attempted suicide. You haven’t come here to make love to me. You’ve come here to take care of him.”

Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah smiled,

“You are very infamous for fucking us extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties. They call you even Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt, Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties, Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam.”She laughed sarcastically, “I don’t think you deserve all these great titles. You are too cold.”

Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah looked away furiously,

“You said you were in haste, Bājī!”

Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah looked at her only younger brother, scornfully,

“Don’t worry, Muħammad, I won’t fuck your Hindu friend in front of you. He is too cold to deserve it.”

“Allah!”Muħammad Åbdullah groaned.

Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah suddenly grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis and squeezed it,

“They say it’s always erect whenever near a Musalmān Beauty. I don’t find it’s so.”

“Leave it.” I said to her coldly.

Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah smiled boldly and instead leaving it, she squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis once more.

She kept it holding.

“Bājī, please!” Imām Dr. Muħammad Åbdullah cried out of intense shame, “I’m your younger brother. Why are you so horny whenever you find Durgesh with me?”

“Grow up, my dear child; I’m PhD in ‘Adult relations’. Never forget.”

I said scornfully,

“What a great subject you have chosen Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah, to obtain your PhD.”

“Of course, it’s a great subject, moron!”Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah smiled, “It can’t be a less great subject only because a moron, like you, can’t understand its greatness.”

“Leave my penis.”I shouted.

“They say it’s the wonderful, amazing, unique penis that extends from its 6” original length to its exact double, 12”, that thickens from it’s 3”c original thickness to its almost double 5”c.” Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah winked at me, “Let’s see if the rumors are really true.”

“Bājī,” Muħammad Åbdullah was all tears now, “You are killing your only brother. Durgesh, you saved me for this?”

“I saved my friend for me, not for his perverted sisters. Why are you feeling so ashamed of anything you can’t control? Why she is dearer to you than I am? It’s I who can’t bear losing you, Muħammad, not your sisters. It’s I who is fighting to save you, not your sisters. Why can’t you love me, in the way I love you? Why can’t you?”

“You can’t understand, Durgesh! You can never understand.” Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly, “You haven’t any sister. Your family men, all of them, without any exception, are Y chromosomed. And so you are, too.”

“Muħammad,” I said bitterly, “Sometimes, I thought, as compared to you, I was unlucky that I hadn’t any sister, and you have sixteen of them. But now, seeing your suicide attempt, I think I’m lucky that my ancestors are Y chromosomed.”

Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah said bitterly too,

“The trouble with you, males, is that you always see everything from your inept male viewpoint.”

“Bājī!” Muħammad Åbdullah groaned again.

She continued scornfully,

“You forget that we, women, are basically altogether different from you males. You’ve studied your needs, and have developed a male culture oriented to your male needs. You just remorselessly forget that the society does not consist of you males only. It has us females too.”

“Bājī! Please!”

“Let her finish, Muħammad.” I raised my right hand, suddenly interested, “Listen to her at least, even if you don’t agree with her.”

“Durgesh, you don’t know the facts. She’s a nudist.”Muħammad Åbdullah blurted out.

“Let me be a whore even, that I’m certainly not.”Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah argued, “But, what do you want to say? A whore doesn’t have even a right to speak freely? She doesn’t have a right of speech even?”

“Bājī! Bājī!”Muħammad Åbdullah protested.

“I’m listening to her, Muħammad.” I said gravely, “We Hindus are basically democratic people. I’m not a Musalmān. I hate to be autocratic, or communal.”

“Islam was also democratic, primarily, Durgesh!”Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah smiled, now confident somewhat, “but as soon as, we Musalmeen lost our Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Rasool-e-Akram, Ħazrat Muħammad sallallāhu ålaihi va sallam, we were unfortunate enough to start to lose every virtue we learned from him, one by one.”

“Shame on you, Bājī!”Muħammad Åbdullah said, “We are Waħābīs. You are rejecting the sanctity of our Kħulfa-e-rāshidīn even, as Shiåās do. We are Sunnīs. We follow Sunnat-e-Rasoolullah^s.”

“I don’t think, Muħammad, that Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah is doing anything like that.”I contradicted Muħammad Åbdullah gravely, “She is talking of history only. It’s her interpretations of history. She has every right to interpret anything as she chooses fit.”

“It’s difficult for him to be liberal to the extent, Durgesh!”Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah smiled, “I said, we Musalmeen are unfortunate enough to start to lose every virtue we learned from him, one by one. I’m sorry to say, the first thing we lost in the process, was the absolute democracy we used to enjoy in the days of our Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Rasool-e-Akram, Ħazrat Muħammad sallallāhu ålaihi va sallam.”

“Bājī!” Muħammad Åbdullah protested.

“She is right, Muħammad.” I told him.

Muħammad Åbdullah was stunned.

He looked at me incredulously,

“You mean, we Musalmeen lost democracy, as soon as we lost our Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Rasool-e-Akram, Ħazrat Muħammad sallallāhu ålaihi va sallam?”

“Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah didn’t say democracy, Muħammad!” I said calmly, “she said ‘the absolute democracy Musalmeen used to enjoy in the days of Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Rasool-e-Akram, Ħazrat Muħammad sallallāhu ålaihi va sallam’.”

The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

She told the untold: Chapter 2

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