Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 21

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Durgesh

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Chapter 21

Durgesh Al Jihad Al Vaqār

Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās

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

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

Was it possible he deliberately gave her his media empire?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Al Jihad Al Vaqār sighed.

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

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

INC was finished there altogether.

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

What did it mean?

The Anti- Hindu forces were winning again?

Certainly not.

Was it the beginning of a Counter Revolution?

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

It might be.

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

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

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

And now the Counter Revolution?

Well, it isn’t so easy.

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

Let them.

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

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

They are also there.

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

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

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

She was ready to get going.

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

She had only one trial year.

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

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

Al Jihad Al Vaqār said to Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān.

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

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

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

Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān was carrying a handful of folders.

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

Al Jihad Al Vaqār felt comfortable with them.

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

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

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

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

They were aggressive, daring, and filled with energy.

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

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

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

Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān indicated to the projector.

There was a running information,

8, 75,273.

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

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

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

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

Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled.

HVSI Times was the dream newspaper.

It has survived the biggest threat of news TV channels.

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

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

It was a multi-story building.

None knew how many stories it had.

They said it was an endless building.

No one believed it.

How a building could be endless.

It was certainly a publicity strategy.

It was the tallest building nevertheless.

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

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

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

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

Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never changed anything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Al Åāyeshah Al Sheikħ lacked it.

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

Al Jihad Al Vaqār had more patience in the matter.

It paid.

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

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

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

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

I knew it would never be a once only phenomenon.

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

Once with Durgesh

All the rest is trash

Wasn’t it?

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

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

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

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

She was kissing me wildly.

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

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

I laughed cunningly.

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

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said bitterly.

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

I smiled coldly.

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

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

“Well?” I asked.

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

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

“Thank you.”*

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās kept fucking me wildly.

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

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

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

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

“Are you deceiving Priyavrat Chaturvedī for marrying him?”

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

“Yet Priyavrat Chaturvedī wants to marry you?”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled triumphantly.

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

I sighed.

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

“And you?”

“What do you mean?” I smiled cunningly.

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

I winked at her.

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

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

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

Priyavrat Chaturvedī reached his chair.

There was a note on his table.

His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī, had called him.

Everything has changed fast.

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

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

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

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

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

It was the absolute change in Time Dimension too.

It was Infinite BrāhmKalp now.

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

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

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

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

Priyavrat Chaturvedī sighed,

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

“What do you mean?”

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

Muħammad Shakīl was startled.

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

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

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

He never knew why.

Rām Shankar Chaturvedī was a Congressperson.

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

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

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

Imāmzādī Al Åārifah Al Muħammad retorted.

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

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

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

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

Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī looked up.

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

Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī didn’t wear spectacles.

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

It wasn’t any rare thing now however.

They said it was Infinite BrāhmKalp now.

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

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

Priyavrat Chaturvedī never saw anything wrong in it.

Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī looked confident however as usual.

He straightened his cuffs, leaned back and said normally,

“Sit down, Priyavrat.”

Priyavrat Chaturvedī sat down stiffly and waited.

“Your Ammī said you rejected Ambikā Tripāŧhī too.”

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

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

“With Ambikā Tripāŧhī?”

“What’s wrong in it if it happens?”

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

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

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

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

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

Priyavrat Chaturvedī blinked at the unexpected insurge of grayish light.

Dr. Rām Shankar Chaturvedī smiled.

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

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

Chapter 22

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam