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, allowed him to have it for a trial year.
Now, his former wife, Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb was claiming it was her property.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār sighed.
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?
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.
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.
The most we need are anal rheostats to destroy the anti human desires.
They are also there.
Al Jihad Al Vaqār directed her sight toward her desk calendar.
She was ready to get going.
She had only one trial year.
“Be right in, Al Jihad Al Vaqār. We have everything set.”
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.
Both of them were as creative as Al Jihad Al Vaqār herself was.
They were aggressive, daring, and filled with energy.
These were Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s confidants and her loyalists, and from now on, they would be properly rewarded
Al Kħālidah Al Jibrān indicated to the projector.
There was a running information,
“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.
Her ambitions were the driving force that would never let her stop anywhere.
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.
“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.
Once with Durgesh
All the rest is trash
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 smiled coldly.
“And you want me to engineer that deal for you. Is that it?”
“Well?” I asked.
“You think I’m terribly scheming and designing.”
“You are cautious. You are protecting your interests.”
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?”
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?”
“You are too beautiful. Priyavrat Chaturvedī can do anything for 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.*
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 was the absolute change in Time Dimension too.
It was Infinite BrāhmKalp now.
“I know. There was a note to the effect on my table.”
“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.
He entered His father, Rām Shankar Chaturvedī’s Private Chamber.*
He never knew why.
Rām Shankar Chaturvedī was a Congressperson.
Imāmzādī Al Åārifah Al Muħammad retorted.
“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.”*
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.
“The Bachhalyās were always the best about publicity. They always use superstitions of the people to spread white lies favorable to them.”
He straightened his cuffs, leaned back and said normally,
“Sit down, Priyavrat.”
“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.”
“What’s wrong in it if it happens?”
“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.”
He touched an inconspicuous contact switch and a section of the wall grew transparent.
“You are blundering in the same way, my son, the Brāhmañs of the ever first Satyug did.”
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Her Ammī said on the mobile,
“I don’t care how you do it, just try and find out.”
She had phoned saying she had a delicate matter to discuss, and wanted a favor.
This was the favor:
She was concerned that her little brother, Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb, might be gay, or at least unsure of his sexuality.
She had been concerned at some of the friends he was starting to hang around with, some of the clothes he had started to wear, and some of the things he had started to say.
She was wondering, since Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb and Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm used to be close – well certainly the closest of her five offspring – whether Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb could come and stay with Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and her Hindu husband, Durgesh, during the February school break.
Just for a week, during which Time Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm could perhaps have a chat and find out what was going on in his head.
“Talk, or whatever. Whatever you need to do. However, you do it.”
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm agreed, against her better judgment.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm was twenty eight years old.
Married to me, sixty five, for four years, despite the tremendous opposition of her entire family.
Lived about ten miles from her parents and Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm had three older sisters.
Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb was the youngest, and was ten years her junior.
He was the surprise, the unexpected child.
They were not sure her parents planned to have anymore after Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm.
Anyway, as Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and her siblings were nearest in age Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and her siblings got on well as kids.
While her sisters were out partying and meeting Hindu boys, Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and her siblings learned how to change nappies and bath babies.
Again Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and her siblings lost interest by the Time Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm was fourteen.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and her siblings worked part Time.
I worked full Time for sexual social services.
Everyone insisted persistently I shouldn’t ever change it, including the learned, highly educated and absolutely unbiased humanist Musalmīn even that actually wanted to cure Ummat-e-Muslimah from sexual and other abuses as Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam himself did.
They argued none else was as capable and as unbiased in this matter, as I was.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and her siblings liked her job.
Her co-workers were fun and Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm had to admit to enjoying looking at some of the fit young female students.
I was her one and only, in every sense.
She never enjoyed even looking anyone else!*
Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb arrived on Sunday afternoon.
She last saw him at Eīdul Fitr, he seemed well.
They used to be close but Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm didn’t know him that well.
They didn’t talk much and usually when they did, it was at family gathering.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm didn’t get the chance to really talk to him.
He always seemed a bit quiet, pre occupied.
A bit of a peripheral figure.
He settled in, they showed him his room.
He quietly found an armchair to make his base for the week.
He read a lot – something Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm didn’t know.
Sunday passed uneventfully, as did Monday.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and I go to work.
Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb just hung around at home.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm come back from work about 2pm, and we just watched TV, or read.
I told all this was quite funny.
When Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm told me, straddling and fucking me, her Ammī’s request, I just raised my eyebrows.
“That’s your Ammī all over,” I said gravely.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm raised her eyebrows, but I didn’t extend what I already had said of her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān Ammī.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm doubted her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān Ammī was too having a wild animal extramarital affair with me, as most of her beautiful Musalmān lady friends did.
Yet, Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm never liked they never needed it.
It was only their ever irresponsible sexual adventure that they wanted to keep enjoying.
On Monday night, we went to bed, leaving Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb downstairs watching TV.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm awoke about two hours later, just hearing the TV still on.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm got up and crept downstairs.
The TV was on, football showing, but Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb was asleep on the sofa.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm switched off the TV, shook him awake and led him to his bedroom.
This part of our immensely large house was compact, box shaped, two bedrooms and a small garden.
Downstairs you come in the front door, immediately left is a toilet. Through the small hall to an open plan kitchen, diner, living room and then French windows leading to the garden.
From the hall is a winding staircase up to the landing.
A bathroom, a store cupboard and the two bedrooms.
Tuesday followed a similar pattern to Monday.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm got home about 2 pm.
Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb was out, leaving a note saying he had gone for a walk to explore the neighborhood.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm was quite pleased that he wasn’t just sitting around all day, but making the effort to get out.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm decided she must take him out for lunch one day.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm didn’t start work till noon on Wednesday or Friday, and was off on Thursday.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm went upstairs to her bedroom.
She removed her work uniform and went to have a shower.
Just as Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm came out the shower, the doorbell rang.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and her siblings wrapped a towel around herself and went downstairs.
It was Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb.
“Sorry Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm, I forgot her key,” he said.
“Don’t worry,” Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm smiled. “It’s all right.”
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm went back upstairs to dress.
When I came in we had dinner, then I asked Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb if he would like to come along to the pool club with me.
Great idea Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm thought.
It would be good for them to bond a bit.
Maybe I could get some damn clue to save Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm having to solve her Ammī’s ‘problem’.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm had to admit Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm had almost forgotten the reason Al Nādir Al Aurangzeb was there.
Even though he was still quiet, Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and I were enjoying him being here.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm couldn’t explain it but Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm thought he was enjoying it too.
Ammī could be quite domineering at Times.
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm just couldn’t see how Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm and I were going to tackle THE subject.
That night in bed, Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm asked me if I had approached her Ammī’s topic.
“No,” I said abruptly. ” Poor lad, just needs to be left alone I reckon.”
“I do agree, but……”.
“I know I know, your Ammī won’t let it rest.”
“What are you gonna do then?” Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm asked me.
“Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm, I don’t know.”
“You could ask him outright.”
‘I’m not sure, that will probably piss him off.”
“What then? We both fuck around in front of him and see his reaction to it.” I teased Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm.
She didn’t get my point.
“Yeah right.” Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm beamed, “Why didn’t you go into his room naked one night and see if it gets him greedy for your Uncut Hindu Lund ?”
I looked at her,
“Nonsense, I don’t want to fuck any Musalmān in his ass. I’m not Shankar Mahāpralayankar, neither Rājesh Rājpūt. I never lack beautiful Musalmān houseladies and Musalmān Beauties to satisfy myself sexually.”
Al Zubaydah Al Nadīm smiled at me, teasing me,
“Shankar Mahāpralayankar says even a Musalmān’s ass works as an anal rheostat when a Stavak Shaktimān Uncut Hindu Lund penetrates it.”*
Al Åābidah Al Sultān didn’t know why she did it.
She guessed she just wasn’t thinking.
She did it unknowingly.
It was either her increased Bhogchakr to her ultimate status, an Ummil åālmīn, or my increased Bhogyantrānk that provided her immense Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty to let me enjoy her sexually.
I didn’t want to, if it were the second case.
Her husband was one of my Musalmān stepsons and I wanted to keep my Musalmān stepsons’ faith in me too.
Indian National Congress and the other pseudo secular anti Hindus were tremendously defeated in the recent Loksabhā Elections in 2014.
The Time Cycle of Midterm 2012 had resulted ultimately into complete destruction of the anti Hindus and pseudo seculars.
Even the Pseudo Musalmīn were returning to their pre 1857 attitude.
Perhaps even to more.
1857 didn’t have absolute Hindu leadership.
Now, it was too there.
I wanted the return of the faith of even Pseudo Musalmīn in Hindu leadership forever.
The British rule after 1857 had tried to destroy it their best.
It even succeeded even in dividing India and keeping Pakistan against India deliberately, determinedly and adamantly.
Previous Indian National Congress government of India stupidly let it happen.
Now an NDA, a BJP government actually, with complete majority, had come into power.
The Hindus must show their real big heartedness to not only to Musalmīn but to every minority even.
It would prove their unique competence to lead and make the world better constantly nonstop forever.
It was an opportunity for Hindus to prove the anti Hindu pseudo seculars wrong forever.
HVSI had brought it laboriously gradually eventually ultimately in two years approximately.
Now it was the time to act intellectually.
Hindus could retain their victory by acting intellectually winning the confidence and faith of the minorities forever and prove the anti Hindu pseudo seculars wrong forever.*
Farīdah Imām and I were looking into one another’s eyes very passionately.
Her beautiful nude Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs were around my nude Hindu male waist.
I was playing with her gorgeous ardent Musalmān buttocks.
“We can do now more than we did when Hindutv was not in power in India.” Farīdah Imām smiled.
“Let’s Narendr Modi start with Nawaz Sharif, Åbdullah Yāmīn, Ħāmid Karzaī etcetera affably. The region should come under peace once more.”
Al Farīdah Al Imām squeezed her vaginal muscles around my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Don’t you think the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists can try to destroy the glamour of the occasion?”
I felt the immense sexual bliss around my penis.
Al Farīdah Al Imām was expert in pleasuring me now tremendously.
Why couldn’t she?
She never married Nazīr Aħmad for him or herself even.
Moreover, she had expressed to everyone that actually she loved me, not Nazīr Aħmad extremely boldly.
If they didn’t like it, they should have objected at the very time when Al Farīdah Al Imām managed to sit on my lap openly for more than fifteen minutes even.
Yet, Saåīdah Anwar, Rashīd Aħmad, Nazīr Aħmad, no one objected then.*
We started with a run on our two treadmills.
Al Maimūnah Al kħālid’s industrial-strength sports bra didn’t completely restrain the bounce of her D-cup ardent Musalmān boobs.
She I loved me to watch them.
It was infuriating to her that I didn’t seem to notice.
Al Maimūnah Al kħālid’s big ardent Musalmān tits were a present from Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, Al Maimūnah Al kħālid’s husband, for her thirtieth birthday.
She told him she didn’t want to go through her whole life with tiny A-cup boobs, and he was happy to pay for an ardent Musalmān boobs job.
At the time she was also becoming overweight, as thirty-year-old women generally tend to, if she doesn’t care especially.
She joined me in my morning workouts.
She said I was her inspiration.
Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, Al Maimūnah Al kħālid’s husband, laughed on it.
“Okay, but I won’t guarantee you won’t fall in love with Dad. They call him Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.”
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid felt her loyalty to her husband, her shauharparasī and her Īmān, both insulted.
As soon as Narendr Modī assumed office as the new Prime Minister Of India, Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, Al Maimūnah Al kħālid’s husband, had started taunting her more.
No doubt, being thirty, a Jet Musalmān Beauty, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid appreciated Narendr Modī very much.
But she wasn’t alone even in the Musalmān youth.
Four years of workouts sculpted Al Maimūnah Al kħālid into a sleek and strong specimen of feminine perfection with platinum blonde hair.
34D-24-34. 5’6″ tall.
Perky round luscious utmost voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt.
Perky round proud ever erect excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tits were high and firm, not that there’s anything wrong with that.
She closely resembled Nigār Sultānah, a heroine of yesteryears.
Google her and you’ll get the idea.
After running on the treadmills, we lifted free weights then finished with thirty minutes of yoga.
The yoga was Al Maimūnah Al Khalid’s idea.
I went along with it because it kept me flexible and it’s entertaining to watch her contort herself into all those poses.
When we were done, we cooled down for a few minutes on an old sofa in the basement.
“So, how are classes going?” I asked.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid was a college freshman at age 34.
She didn’t go to college at the normal age because she had her daughter to take care of.
My stepson, Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid’s husband, knocked her up when she was only 16 and he was 20.
Her daughter, Al Jihād fil Islam, was eighteen now and a senior in high school.
Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid’s husband, didn’t mind Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid going to college.
It amused him in fact.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid was kind of a bubble-headed blonde.
Not exactly the academic type.
Neither Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid’s husband, nor I could picture Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid in a college classroom, but she wanted it so we supported her 100%.
She was a great person despite being a bit ditzy.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid inherited money from her wealthy family, but Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid’s husband, was a banker and could afford to support them without dipping into Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid’s funds.
They had a good, prosperous life in Memphis, Tennessee.
Anyway, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid’s face lit up and she replied, “College is great, Durgesh. I’m having so much fun!”
“Good. You’re fitting in?” I asked.
She had been worried about fitting in with the other college freshmen because she was so much older.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid giggled.
“Yep. I told them I’m 22 and they believe me! They think your old Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid is barely older than you are! Not bad, huh?”
I wasn’t really surprised.
She had a young-looking cute face with high cheekbones and dimples, and her body was probably the envy of every girl in her classroom.
“It’s because you keep yourself in great shape,” I complimented her.
“And I have you to thank for that, honey. You’re my inspiration,” she replied and kissed me on the cheek. “I wish your stepson, Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, my husband, would work out with us.”
Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid’s husband, was a little older than Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid, 40, exactly 25 years younger than me.
Yet he was overweight.
He never paid attention to keep himself fittest as we both did.
I never left my Stavans, Mandrs, and Satrs.
Similarly, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid never missed her Panjvaqtah Namāz.
Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd too never missed his Salawāt yet, he wasn’t fit nevertheless.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid teased her husband,
“Salawāt keep us Musalmān womankind fittest. You mankind need something more. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā reincarnated says, if Taħannus, Stavan, Meditation, isn’t added, Salawāt actually femalize Musalmīn.”
“Nonsense, damn your Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and yourself too. Allah Allah. And you call her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā reincarnated? You are crazy. Lāhaul vilā qūvat.”
As a loan officer at the bank, he spent too much time sitting behind a desk.
“Good luck getting him to exercise,” I said.
Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid’s husband, was a sedentary, inactive, sitting, kind of guy.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid sighed.
“I know, but I worry about his health.”
Then she brightened up and added,
“Speaking of your ever incompetent stepson Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, my ever imperfect husband, a funny thing happened yesterday.”
“What?” I smiled.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid giggled.
“I told Al Ůzrah Al Vaqār that you’re my husband,” she said.
Al Ůzrah Al Vaqār was Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid’s best friend at college.
“What?! Why would you do that?”
“I didn’t mean to. It was an accident,” she replied and giggled again. “Al Ůzrah Al Vaqār knows I’m married, and when she saw your photo on my phone, she assumed that you’re my husband.”
“Why didn’t you correct her?” I asked.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid looked at me as if I was a dunce.
“Your ever incompetent stepson, Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid’s husband, isn’t very believable as the husband of a young college girl, Durgesh!”
That was true.
40-year-old overweight men with receding hairlines rarely are married to college freshmen.
“So you let her think your sixty five years old Hindu father in law is your husband?” I asked incredulously.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid grinned and nodded.
“Isn’t it brilliant? It really helps me fit in. Al Ůzrah Al Vaqār thinks you’re hot, by the way. She thinks you aren’t thirty five even.”
“Is she hot? You could set me up on a date with her,” I kidded.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid frowned.
“You’re supposed to be my husband, Durgesh.”
“Oh yeah,” I chuckled.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid seemed to be annoyed with my joke, but a couple minutes later she hesitantly said,
“Al Ůzrah Al Vaqār invited us to go to spring break with her and her boyfriend Shankar Mahāpralayankar.”
My jaw dropped. “What? You and me? Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid, I can’t go to spring break with you.”
She pouted and whined, “Why not? I really really want to go. I won’t embarrass you, I promise.”
“No, Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid. It’s too weird.”
“Please?” she begged. “I never got to do stuff like this when I was your age.”
She left it unspoken that she didn’t do stuff like that because she was taking care of her daughter.
Was it a sin that, she must not get it even now, if she could get it?
I felt the weight of guilt crushing me.
Maybe this wasn’t too much to ask.
Going on a vacation with her wasn’t too weird, was it?
Moreover, it would make her happy.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid deserved to be happy.
“Okay,” I agreed.
I was sure I’d regret it otherwise.
I never wanted to regret ever for anything whatsoever if it could be avoided somehow.
Al Maimūnah Al Kħālid squealed with delight and jumped into my arms.
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You’re the ever best father in law, Durgesh!” She kissed me on both cheeks and the tip of my nose.
“Don’t you mean best husband?” I teased.
“Yes. Best spring break Hindu hubby.” She kissed the tip of my nose again.
“Has Al Shmasuddīn Al Saåīd, your husband, agreed to this trip?”
“Not yet. I was hoping you’d help me convince him tonight.”
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Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī furiously said,
“I’ll never agree to a sperm donor,”
“But, it’s been 10 years of trying,” Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid said. “If I don’t get pregnant soon, it’s never going to happen. My daughters will never have a brother or even one more sister. The doctors have said you have too low a sperm count. All the Pseudo Musalmīn do.”
“Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, I bet it’s your fault. You just aren’t fertile any more. Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, I know I do my part every month when we have sex. You and your date circled on the calendar when you supposedly ovulate.”
“I just think you should consider the option to have me get pregnant by artificial means. It wouldn’t mean you’re any less of a man, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī, and we’d have a son.”
“No way! Not in a million years. I’m not going to have a Hindu’s sperm in you. You’re my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman, and that’s the end of it. And don’t try anything behind my back, because Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, I know everyone in the local medical community and know where all the money is, so you can’t pay for it.”
“I wish you wouldn’t be so unreasonable, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī.” Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid started crying.
Nevertheless, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī ignored Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, walked out the door, and went to work.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid sat there at the kitchen table, sobbing, until I went in.
“Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, don’t be sad.” I said gravely, “I heard everything, again for the millionth time. You know Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī’s not going to change his mind. He hates us Hindus immensely still now, despite our rule everywhere now.”
I reached around Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid and gave Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid a hug.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid wiped her eyes and hugged me back, feeling how strong and smart I was.
Her just-turned-65-year-old Hindu father in law.
Her mother’s and her mother’s in law pride and joy.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid didn’t know what Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid would do if Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid didn’t have me in her favor ever.
“I’m sorry you had to hear that again. The same old thing. Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, I guess I have to start facing the truth. You’ll never have a son.”
“Isn’t there any other way, to get pregnant, I mean?”
“No, Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid. The doctors have said you are fine, but your husband, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī, can’t produce what’s needed any more.”
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid thought of the pitiful few drops that Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī produced when Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid last gave him a quick handjob when he was too tired for sex.
“Well, how about somebody else’s sperm? We learned all about that when that lady that had all the babies was in the news.”
“Your Mujāhid husband, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī, won’t allow it. And it’s too expensive for him, he says.”
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid sighed desperately.
“How much do you really want another baby, Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid?”
“Oh, Durgesh, I want at least one with all my heart. I would do anything to know another little life is growing inside me. It would fulfill me completely. That’s why it’s hurting so much.”
“Then, why don’t you, you know, fool around just once and get pregnant on that day you mark off on the calendar? Just once. Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī would never know.”
“DURGESH! What would make you say such a thing? I’ve never cheated on my Mujāhid husband, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī, and Wallāh, I never will! Moreover, if I did, my Mujāhid husband, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī, would know the baby looked nothing like him. That’s a totally stupid idea.”
“Aw, Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, it wouldn’t be as if you were doing anything wrong for the wrong reasons. You’d be doing something right for the right reasons. Just for that once and that’s it so you have a son for the rest of your life. That seems a good deal to me.”
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid couldn’t believe Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid was having this conversation with her own sixty five years old, Hindu father in law, Durgesh.
I was suggesting her to have a one-night stand with some guy just to have a baby.
As crazy as that sounded to her, it still did have some logic to it, but Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid could never stand the thought of being intimate with some strange man, no matter what the motivation.
That would never, ever happen.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid needed to have some affection, some love for the man Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid allowed into her body.
“Subject closed, mister. We’re out of ideas on that subject.”
I sat down and looked thoughtful.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid wiped her eyes and tried not to cry any more in front of me.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid would hide the pain from now on.
That’s when she spoke again.
“What about you, Durgesh?”
“What about me?” I asked.
I thought she was talking about my views on it.
“You said Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī would know if the baby didn’t look like him.”
“Yes, young lady. That’s called genetics. A baby looks like both his parents.
“Well, everybody says you look a lot like Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī. They even suspect that you are actually his real father, not his so called Abbū, Al Ghāzī Al Åālam.”
“Yeah. So?” I wasn’t liking where this seemed to be heading, but I still wasn’t sure I could believe what I was beginning to suspect.
“So, if I used your Hindu sperm, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī would never know. The baby would look like both of you. Problem solved!”
I was speechless.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid had just suggested getting me, her own Hindu father in law, Durgesh, impregnate her.
It was so unexpected and preposterous that I couldn’t even give words to the protest my mind was thinking.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid just sat there with her mouth immensely grave.*
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid continued gravely:
“Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī would think it’s his. He would be happy thinking he’s the big man, and you’d be happy that I’m pregnant from you. I’d be happy, moreover, you two wouldn’t fight any longer all the time and I would have something to do with making things better.”
“Making things better? Do you even realize what you’re saying? Listen to yourself. You’re talking about being a sperm donor from your own Hindu father in law that’s your present Hindu stepfather as well. In addition, if you weren’t listening, it would cost a lot of money to you to have that one. Your Mujāhid husband, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī, would know all about it, and would know about who the donor was too. What a plan.”
I didn’t say it was incest too.
Everyone of them rejected it prima facie.
“Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī doesn’t have to know,” she said.
“Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, you’re talking nonsense. There’s no way he wouldn’t find out. So, thanks for the brilliant idea, but no thanks.”
“There’s one way he would never find out,” Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid said.
“Oh, and what’s that?”
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid got up, and, looked boldly into my eyes,
“We could, you know, make love.”
I was silent.
I had been shocked before, but this was a whole different level of surprise. Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, my one more stepdaughter in law, had proposed to have sex with me.
Her face didn’t get red even with shame at just the thought of it.
“Think about it, Durgesh darling,” she said, and touched my arm as she passed by.
I pulled away from her hand as if it was an electric wire and yelled,
“You go to your room and stay there. I don’t want to even look at you.”*
I spent two uncomfortable hours thinking about the horrid thing Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid had cooked up in her misguided brain.
How could she even contemplate such an idea?
Moreover, even if she did have some wild hormone-driven fantasy, how could she me?
I finally justified her actions by factoring in her young age and her goal of stopping the fighting, the drama that had been escalating.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid took her mind off it by doing the wash and folding the clothes.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid had heard My TV in my room, but as Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid approached with my clothes, Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid just heard my voice.
More accurately, Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid heard her younger sister, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid, making soft noises with me.
My bedroom door was open about an inch.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid peeked in before knocking and entering with my clean clothes.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid had a clear view of me.
I was lying on my bed without my shirt on, and my running shorts were pulled down to my knees.
Her younger sister, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid, twenty six years old, was straddling on my sixty five years old, utmost experienced, unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
Her extremely beautiful young, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was wrapped around my sixty five years old, utmost experienced, unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
Her younger sister, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid, was slowly straddling me on it, up and down, up and down.*
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid wasn’t stunned.
She wasn’t seeing her younger sister, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid, first time fucking me.
She herself had helped Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid to fuck me.
“Durgesh, my Hindu father in law, our Hindu stepfather, is too moral to fuck me, but he would certainly fuck you, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid,”
“I can’t believe you, Bājī,” Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid smiled cunningly teasing her elder sister, Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, “You are more dazzling a Musalmān Beauty than even myself.”
“But I’m his Bahū Bégum, his daughter in law.” Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid sighed.
“Nonsense, Durgesh is already fucking Farīdah Imām.” Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid avoided the useless discussion.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid should have quietly left and given us privacy, but Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid was mesmerized.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was the biggest sixty five years old, utmost experienced, unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid had ever seen.
It must have been over 9 inches long and probably thickest as well.
The tip of it glistened with her younger sister’s lubricating fluid.
Her Mujāhid husband, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī’s cut Musalmān nūnī wasn’t even half the size of this shaft.
Her younger sister, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid, was mumbling something.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid shifted her head and traded her eye for her ear at the opening.
“Think. Think about it. Think about it, Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid Bājī.”
Then Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid looked again, and Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid increased the speed of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
It became a blur as her hips began to buck.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid was watching her twenty six years old, younger sister, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid, fucking me and it was pretty evident that she was thinking about Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid!
A soft “Aaaahhhh!” escaped her lips and the black hole at the top of my sixty five years old, utmost experienced, unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund turned white with sperm.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid clearly saw it when my Uncut Hindu Lund was almost out of Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and vanished into it once again.
I had angled my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund so it was pointing towards her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb, and the first gush sent a solid stream of my thick Hindu semen all the way into it with tremendous velocity and force.
“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!” Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid counted to herself.
That’s how many times I spurted volumes of my Hindu semen and sperm into Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
It looked as if I had spilled a small glass of milk into her.
I gave one last hard push and squeeze while Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid was whispering,
“Aah Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid Bājī, you don’t know what you are missing.”
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid was both disgusted and confused by what Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid was feeling.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid should have immediately left when Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid saw what was happening.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid was ashamed and embarrassed, but had other thoughts swimming in her head, too.
Her twenty six years old younger sister, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid, had swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful young, twenty six years old, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and was enjoying my ejaculation inside her immensely still straddling on my Uncut Hindu Lund perfectly.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid silently backed away and went to her bedroom.*
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid and I had been fucking each other for more than a year.
I was Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid’s, though not exclusively.
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid shared my bed every night.
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid was totally in love with me, despite the fact that she was only twenty six and I was sixty five already.
“Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā was immensely in love with Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam,” Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid smiled fucking me, straddling me, “She razī Allāhu tålā ånahā was only nine years old then while Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam was fifty four. They had forty five years wide age difference, didn’t they? Our age difference is only thirty nine years.”
I was too in love with Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid now.
She was so much in love with me, and she was so devoted and obsessed with me that it was impossible for me, not to return her immensely unselfish feminine ardent Musalmān love.
The entire Jet Musalmān Beauties that were my Live in relationship Partners termed me their Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam and themselves my Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.
I had countless Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqahs razī Allāhu tålā ånahā my Live in relationship Partners. Moreover, their number was still increasing almost every day enormously.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, what the hell are you trying to do, yaar? Do you want entire Jet Musalmān Beauties should be only my Live in relationship Partners?” I complained ultimately.
“You don’t understand, Durgesh, my Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. I’m your Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.”*
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid heard my car pull into the driveway.
She greeted me at the front door.
Throwing her arms around my neck, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid forcibly pulled me close to her and covered my mouth with Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid’s own extremely beautiful twenty six years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
It wasn’t a daughterly “welcome home” kiss, neither Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid was my daughter.
It was deep and passionate, including lots of tongue.
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid was my Bahū Bégum’s younger sister deliberately forcing me to have sex with her, as Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had at his fifty four years with his favorite wife, nine years old Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid argued:
“Islam never oriented its marriages on ever stupid age suitability principle. Had it ever, Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had never married Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā while she was six years old only. He sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had never consummated his marriage with her razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, moreover, when she razī Allāhu tålā ånahā was nine years old only. Dr. Ali Sina, his co authors and the ever wise cold countries persons argue Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam was a pedophile. They either deliberately or at least unknowingly erroneously forget that Årab was never a cold country. Her climate differs with that of the cold countries tremendously.”
“Are you telling me?”
“I’m transmitting.” Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid said curtly, “Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, claims a Stavak Shaktimān Uncut Hindu Penis immediately starts to act as an electro bar magnet when it enters a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Vaginal rheostat. It changes lines of forces present there by going in, out and in.”
“You believe your Kħātūn-e-Jannat, Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?”
“She guided me to affirm, to Prayog, against Indian National Congress, while fucking you. And you can yourself see the Indian National Congress is finished forever. It isn’t even in opposition as the leader of opposition now. We Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies wanted to punish Indian National Congress for cheating our Ummat-e-Muslimah for past sixty seven years. The Pseudo Musalmīn that supported Indian National Congress are too defeated in the ever worst manner.”
“And you believe it is because you affirmed for it when you were fucking me?” I smiled cunningly.
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid laughed triumphantly.
“Kħātūn-e-Jannat, Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, understands you perfectly, infinite Musalmān Beauties fucker, infinite beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker. She has already warned everyone of us you can try to deceive us that it’s not because we affirmed for it while fucking you. Try your best. None of us would ever believe you.”
“How superstitious you Musalmān Beauties and you beautiful Musalmān houseladies are. I can’t believe it.”
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid laughed triumphantly once more.”
“We haven’t succeeded first time affirming while fucking you. It’s not our ever first victory, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”
“I see. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is crediting her every victory to your sexual union with me. And despite your high education you still believe her nonsense.”
“It isn’t nonsense.” Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid said curtly, “It’s Eīshān Vigyān.”
“No Musalmān believes it. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is using this strategy only to keep you Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucking me madly.”
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