Ultimately, Kħālidah Jibrān smiled at me,
“For what?” I feigned surprise.
Hell, it is never good to humiliate a lady whose subconscious is as deepest in love with me as Kħālidah Jibrān was.
Without immense deepest love for me in her heart, even if she was never aware of it, Kħālidah Jibrān could have never fucked me whole night, so wildly, passionately, affectionately and savagely, as she did, after all.
Kħālidah Jibrān looked at me gravely,
“You know for what.”
“No, I don’t.”
“I know you are kind enough not to humiliate me more than I have already humiliated myself whole night. Please, forgive me. I am not a slut, even though I behaved like one, with you.”
“Well, it was what you wanted to do with me, as soon as you saw me first time.”
Kħālidah Jibrān was suddenly horrified,
“Allah, nooooo! Never. I never thought of you in this way.”
“Oh, come on, young lady. You are a D. Lit. Don’t talk nonsense. You understand inherent psychology as much, as I myself do. Why do you hate your husband?”
“Allah, noooooooooooo! I never hated Nādir Shāh Åbdālī.” She was more horrified now.
“You have always hated him,” I said gravely, “You still hate him, moreover.”
Kħālidah Jibrān was looking at me incredulously.
“Oh, come on, Papaji. It was only a female animal, not me. I shouldn’t have taken that wine.”
“Are you sure, it was only a female animal in you, and wine?”
“Oh sure, you don’t think so?”
“This bedroom has five video cameras and transmitters so that Nādir Shāh Åbdālī could watch us from where he was.”
Kħālidah Jibrān laughed ironically.
“So you know that too?”
“What do you think I am? A damn fool? Nādir Shāh Åbdālī deliberately suggested you to let me sleep here. He was watching us whole night, alive.”
“You know it all, and still ask me why I hate the bastard?” Kħālidah Jibrān laughed bitterly.
“I see. So, you were not intoxicated? It wasn’t any accident? It wasn’t an effect of wine? You did it deliberately?” I asked her savagely.
“I need you to fight with my ever criminal husband. He is an agent of India.”
“That’s right. He sends the military and political secrets of Pakistan to India.”
“I can’t believe you.”
“Because you are an Indian, and you think every politician of India is stark white.” She said bitterly.*
I watched her patiently.
“Not exactly,” I said, “We may have less of the dirty politicians in India than you Pakistanis have here in Pakistan, but no country, including India, can ever claim we haven’t any criminal politicians at all.”
“Thank you. Most of you Indians never admit it.”
“Well, I try to be truthful.”
“And, that’s the reason this ever ardent patriot of Pakistan, loves you.” She smiled.
“I can’t believe a Pakistani ardent patriot that is herself an agent of Pakistan, against India.”
“Not against India, against the dirty Indian politicians who act against Pakistan. We are a separate autonomous country now. Why the hell even after more than sixty years of our partition they still don’t acknowledge it?”*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī had had an evening, a night, and part of a morning to get over what he saw whole night.
Allah, Kħālidah Jibrān was immensely crazy to fuck Durgesh.
Well, almost his every Musalmān houselady was.
Durgesh had an infinite lust for extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies and other working Musalmān Beauties as well.
He could never believe his ardent patriot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān wife could even ever fuck Durgesh.
But she did.
He met Durgesh in Ved Nagar.
He had to.
Kħālidah Jibrān had suspected his unpatriotic activities to Pakistan.
She was an ardent Pakistani.
She even refused to agree with Durgesh that Partition of India was a blunder in 1947.
At least, the changing quality of light within corridors, squares and parks of the Administrative Residential Sector of Ved Nagar, made it seem that an evening, a night, and a part of the morning had passed.
He left his diamagnetic EV scooter in a scooter cubby outside the City limits.
It had more than enough EV charge now.
After all Kħālidah Jibrān had fucked Durgesh whole night.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī still didn’t believe that diamagnetic EV scooters were charged when they were in the EV force field of some Musalmān Beauty and Durgesh fucking nonstop for a considerable time.
They said the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt served as a Rheostat when Durgesh Shaktimān Uncut Hindu Penis enters and moves into it, acting as an electrified magnetic bar.
With every movement of Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis into an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt, the lines of force of Durgesh and his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sex partner changed.
It produced the EV charge that recharged the diamagnetic EV scooters.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī never believed this nonsense.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was crazy if she really thought the Musalmīn would believe this garbage.
It was only they wanted to show, ostensible, not truth.
The actual science behind it was only known to Durgesh and HVSI Group of Companies.
They were not damn fools enough to tell it to everyone.*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī wasn’t afraid of anyone.
His political opponents had succeeded in removing him from Pakistan.
He thought of Ved Nagar with its diamagnetic EV ground cars, hover cars and anti-grav gyros.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī locked the cubby and fingerprint-sealed it.
He moved under the first of the tall bridge like structures that supported the upper City.
The utmost richest City of the entire Multiverse, they called Ved Nagar.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī never believed what the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus ever said.
The ever dirty, ever sexiest liars.
The Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus were actually the persons behind the screen that always defeated every military campaign and/or intellectual movements that win almost every country wherever they went, except India.
The Hindus were too shrewdest and smart ever to talk about their real power behind the screen, the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.
They always talked about Brāhmañ, Xatriý, Vaishý and Shūdr, never about their real power behind the screen, the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.
Even most of the traditional Hindus were not aware of this ever closely guarded political secret of Hindus.
The Upper City, in Ved Nagar, was exactly the name implied.
It was built, the entire City, Ved Nagar, Trantor, was built in countless stories, as if it was not a City at all, it was a building, a Mansion, only.
They claimed the stories in which Ved Nagar was built were actually infinite, in infinite realities.
The bloody liars.
Perhaps they never told truth.
Everything they had was infinite.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled sarcastically.
Durgesh had infinite bodies, hahaha.
Durgesh had infinite Musalmān wives, everyone of them being beautiful beyond imagination, what a sick fantasy!
Durgesh had infinite Brāhmañ wives too.
Thanks Allah, thanks God, Durgesh didn’t have infinite Christian wives, infinite Jew wives, infinite atheist wives.
Everyone of them was only countless.
But Durgesh’s ever nonstop sexual intercourse with everyone of them, was infinite, no exception.
After all, they were not enjoying nonstop sex actually.
They were running the Multiverse, keeping it alive.
Of all the fantasies!
Every story, every layer, every tier, of Ved Nagar was divided rigidly by a horizontal layer of fifty square miles of Hirañý metal, utmost hardest metal ever found by humankind, resting upon some countless, not infinite again, thank God, countless steel girdered pillars.
Most of the Ved Nagar was not only inaccessible to everyone, it was even invisible to them.
Allah knows better even if it existed there or not.
Hindus were utmost expert in spreading rumors benevolent to them.
Not all of them, but the Bachhalyās of them, headed them, in all of these ever dirtiest political games.
That was why Hindus, or India, could never be defeated to the extent to destroy Hindu culture altogether, as the other cultures were destroyed completely by Muslim invaders and imperialists.
The Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus called it ‘Jan Pravād Dharmyuddh’, whatsoever the hell it meant.
Above, in the sun, were the Brahmarshis.*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī knew his way.
He walked confidently.
It was a good move to see Durgesh himself.
Kħālidah Jibrān might have more power than him in Pakistan, but Durgesh had his power everywhere.
It maybe, of course, that Pakistani patrollers can get him, but as long as Durgesh himself is with Nādir Shāh Åbdālī, they couldn’t harm him even a bit.
Yet, he avoided the passersby, as a precaution.
They surveyed his Pakistani national dress with interest.
The sun was out now.
The Multiverse had infinite creations with infinite realities.
The sun was pouring through the spaced openings in the Hirañý metal above to form strips of light that made the intervening space all the darker.
He plunged through the bright strips, in a rhythmic, almost hypnotic fashion.
The Musalmān Beauties and the beautiful Musalmān houseladies were on their knees and elbows on the strips.
Durgesh was fucking almost all of them, from their extremely glorious behind.
They absorbed the warmth and moved as the strip moved.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī knew now he was going up.
He was standing before a structure that filled the space between four square placed pillars.
It was an elevator that lifted to the upper level.
There were the same elevators everywhere between two levels.
Ved Nagar really was a dream City.
At first, Pakistan tried her best to oppose the development of Ved Nagar.
But it was the internal matter of India.
As soon as the UPA-2 government resigned and NDA government came in administration after Midterm 2012, Pakistan immediately realized the supremacy of Ved Nagar.
Extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān houseladies invariably started to purchase real estates in Ved Nagar under this or that pretext.
Kħālidah Jibrān herself had such properties here.
Basic chemicals and raw food staples were shipped into Lower levels of the City, but finished plastic ware and fine meals were matter for Upper City, exclusively occupied by Multiversal administrative staff of Ved Nagar.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī signaled the elevator.*
He was cautious enough of Pakistani Patrollers.
They still are here in Ved Nagar too.
Ved Nagar had its an integral part in Pakistan too, of course, with the express permission of Pakistan.
Not exactly, it was actually a request from Pakistan herself.
Well, it was true however.
Truth is stranger than fiction, after all.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī had been in Ved Nagar for many years.
Ved Nagar was a miraculous City.
Countless non Hindus still hated Ved Nagar.
They thought, and it was deliberately taught to and told them that the Hindus were still Kāfirs.
No Musalmān should believe any Hindu ever.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī knew there were some anti Hindus still now, as there were some anti Musalmīn too.
So many attempts were there to blast Ved Nagar by terrorist Pseudo Musalmīn suicide bombers, but the Ved Nagar administration was always proved to be more efficient.
It always arrested every suicide bomber before they could do anything.
No, they were not punished by death sentence.
They were sent to time travel instead to watch the golden period of Islam when Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam and Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn razī Allāhu tålā ånahunn themselves were there in person.
Ved Nagar administration argued let them watch themselves what the true Islam is.
The Pseudo Islam of post Yazīd Malåūn era could be more effectively destroyed from their brain in this way.
It may cure their terroristic tendencies so inherent in them.
Trantor/Ved Nagar was the center and breeding place of the ever shrewdest ever smartest Hindus, the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī learned to bear in silence.
He ought not forget what he had learnt now.
Of all the times, not now while Pakistani patrollers were after him.
The foolish operators of those patrollers were too prejudiced to understand what was in the favor of Pakistan actually, and what not.
Yes, the patrollers couldn’t harm any humankind.
They were mere humanoid robots.
But there were some stupid Pakistanis too that always harmed Pakistan, thinking they were benefiting her.
That was the real problem.
The humanoid lady robot operator of the elevator looked disgusted, but it was for a moment only.
It smiled at once.
“Only you, sir?”
“Only me,” Nādir Shāh Åbdālī too smiled in return.
He stepped in.
“Your ID card, sir.” The beautiful humanoid lady robot operator again cooed.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled and produced the standard document folder every person authorized to go to the Upper level had to present.
No possibility of presentation of any forged document.
A human operator could be cheated, but not a humanoid robot.
It couldn’t be bribed too.
Ved Nagar administration was ever efficient.
The utmost efficient administration the entire human history had ever produced.
It was almost faultless.*
Kħālidah Jibrān greeted Al Safiyah Al Ghaus with her usual surface cordiality.
Their first meeting had been a long time ago.
Nearly a Standard Year had passed.
Kħālidah Jibrān had tried to pay every possible attention to Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s story, but her adamant opposition to Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and his family persons was something even Kħālidah Jibrān could not digest.
She could not understand why Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was as friendly to Al Safiyah Al Ghaus as she was friendly to Kħālidah Jibrān herself.
Couldn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan understand Durgesh is an ever incurable humanist?
Couldn’t she understand Durgesh is an ever incurable Multiversalist as well?
Even entire womankind can’t make Durgesh to oppose any victim/victims ever.
Kħālidah Jibrān didn’t know what Prakāsh, Ved Prakāsh and Udaý would do in the similar circumstances, but she definitely knew what Durgesh would.
Kħālidah Jibrān could not believe Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t.
Yes, Kħālidah Jibrān was an ardent Pakistani.
What’s wrong in loving one’s own country?
Can’t a person be a Multiversalist humanist as well as an ardent patriot to her own country?
Doesn’t Ammī Ħuzūr, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb, love India and Saåūdī Årab both equally?
Don’t Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad both love India and Saåūdī Årab equally too?
Doesn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan love India and Saåūdī Årab equally as well?
And isn’t it a fact that Ammī Ħuzūr, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, Kħadījah Muħammad and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, all the four love Saåūdī Årab more still now?
Isn’t it a fact Durgesh loves India more, even though he is an ever incurable Multiversalist humanist?
Then why the hell Kħālidah Jibrān could not love Pakistan more, even though she is a Multiversalist humanist too?
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at Kħālidah Jibrān patiently,
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl informed me that you were also a daughter in law to Durgesh before you gathered your courage, planned and made love to him, without caring for his pre consent even. I congratulate you.”
“Thank you.” Kħālidah Jibrān smiled, “ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was interested in me, to the extent, I never knew.”
“She was too a daughter in law to Durgesh once,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cunningly, “Durgesh raped her on her own husband’s request.”
Kħālidah Jibrān was grave now.
“She blackmailed her husband to do so?”
“I don’t know the details, sorry.”
“How do you know Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim are still in Ved Nagar?” Kħālidah Jibrān suddenly asked.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled.
They both were nude.
As usual, I was fucking both of them in my two separate bodies.
Despite her nonstop sexual intercourse practice with me now, Kħālidah Jibrān didn’t believe I actually had my infinite bodies.
She tried her best to crash the mystery, but she was still unable to do so.
The most probable explanation to her was I was using my identical humanoid robots.
Kħālidah Jibrān was not satisfied entirely with this explanation even, but it was the best she could do at present.*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī paused on the curved ramp that led to the main entrance.
He could not help except to praise the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās that they had ultimately succeeded in hyperspace netting the entire Multiverse.
Of course, they loved to educate everyone despite the countless fatwas of countless anti education Mullahs and Maulavīs that the library the ‘Kāfirs’ had made available thus, was mostly anti Islam.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī was honest enough to admit that the anti-education Mullahs and Maulavīs, even if they were countless, were ever dirty liars.
The most books in the library were not even had any concern whatsoever with Islam.
Moreover, to view and read something critical to any religion or ideology, it was necessary to get prior permission of the Human librarian.
Mostly there were humanoid robot librarians, lady robots mostly.
The color scheme of the ramp gave the illusion of steps, giving the library the proper air of archaism that traditionally accompanied structures.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī was all praise for the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās, despite the entire fatwas of anti-education Mullahs and Maulavīs, that Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās were at least quite sophisticated men.
He was not alone.
Countless others unbiased Musalmīn that were pro education also praised the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās for it.
Education, even the utmost highest, was never made so easily available in any era.
The main hall was large, warm softly, and full of the readers that could not manage to get this luxury in their own homes.
The lady robot librarian behind her desk, looked up and rose.
“Sir,” she cooed, “if you don’t appreciate a lady robot attending you, a male humanoid robot can be arranged to attend you.”
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled,
“Sorry for my fellow Musalmīn, they are finicky even in the libraries. I am normal. It’s normal for me to have a lady robot attendant.”
“Thank you, sir. Actually your name…”
“I know, I know. Most of my fellow Musalmīn insist on a male robot attendant. But actually they are not the one to be blamed even then. We Musalmīn have a large number of anti-education Mullahs and Maulavīs. They have made the life of average Musalmīn hell by announcing very irresponsible fatwas every now and then. They have made Islam a house of glass that can be broken by anything whatsoever.”
Lady robot smiled cordially.
She seated herself and plucked a metal silver from a slot.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī took it.
He placed his right thumb firmly upon it.
The lady robot librarian took it back and put it in another slot.
A green light appeared and shone constantly.
“Room 786, sir.” She cooed.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled,
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Kħālidah Jibrān stirred from her dream state as her husband Nādir Shāh Åbdālī slid into his side of the bed.
With two years of marriage behind them, their sex life had taken on some routines but Kħālidah Jibrān felt a tingle of excitement with his arrival.
Kħālidah Jibrān knew that his hand would soon find its way to the flat of her stomach before slowly moving up to her breast.
They often had sex when he returned home in the early morning hours after being called to the office for some emergency computer problem.
It was part of his job and although he didn’t have to keep regular office hours, he was on call 24×7.
Sometimes Nādir Shāh Åbdālī would not return until late morning and sometimes, like tonight, he returned in the middle of the night.
They always had sex if he returned while Kħālidah Jibrān was still in bed.
This night was no different.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī and Kħālidah Jibrān had agreed to try to spice up their sex life but it seemed that tonight would be the normal way that they always made love.
Kħālidah Jibrān loved sex in any fashion, but Kħālidah Jibrān didn’t want them to get bored with it.
They both slept in the nude because they liked the lewdness of it and Kħālidah Jibrān preferred it because Kħālidah Jibrān liked to remain in the dream state while they loved.
Having to remove clothing generally would break the “half awake-half asleep” feeling, Kħālidah Jibrān so loved.
By the time Nādir Shāh Åbdālī’s hand reached her breast, her own hand was searching for his manhood.
Kħālidah Jibrān wrapped her hand on his shaft and began a slow stroking up and down.
Rolling her nipple with his fingers, Nādir Shāh Åbdālī brought a low moan to her lips.
Kħālidah Jibrān slowly rubbed her thighs together as the passion in her grew.
As Nādir Shāh Åbdālī moved to caress her other breast, his mouth covered the nipple that he had been massaging.
Kħālidah Jibrān felt his smoothly shaven chin against her skin as her nipple elongated into his mouth.
Kħālidah Jibrān urgently pulled at his erection and he raised and then settled between her legs.
As Kħālidah Jibrān guided him to her nether lips, he slipped easily into Kħālidah Jibrān.
They began their ritual of slow lovemaking.
Kħālidah Jibrān kept her eyes closed tight as Kħālidah Jibrān always did and just concentrated on being the best piece of ass Kħālidah Jibrān could be, for Nādir Shāh Åbdālī.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī, being the gentle lover that he always was, stroked in and out of Kħālidah Jibrān at his normal moderate pace until the friction against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clit sent her into orgasm.
Soon after, Nādir Shāh Åbdālī was pulsing sperm into Kħālidah Jibrān while breathing heavily into her ear.
Some sperm dribbled down onto the sheet as he removed himself and they both fell asleep.
Groggily, Kħālidah Jibrān reached to turn off the alarm and arose from the bed.
“Damn, six in the morning,” Kħālidah Jibrān was thinking. “I love Dad for coming to us, but jeeze, why does he always have to begin his day so early, at 4.00 A.M.? Allah! His Brahm Stavan? Allah Allah!”
“Shame on you, Kħālidah Jibrān.” Nādir Shāh Åbdālī interjected, “We offer our Salāt-e-Fajir at the same time. Why Allah Allah?”
Drying off after her morning shower, Kħālidah Jibrān was interrupted by Nādir Shāh Åbdālī handing her the phone.
“Hi Ammījān, Yes, I’m awake. Dad is on the way now? Don’t worry; I’ll take care of Dad for the weekend. You go and have a good time with Ħalīmah Kħālājān,” Kħālidah Jibrān continued, “Yes; I’ll make sure he gets enough rest. I know Ammījān, I know. He can’t sleep on the couch or his back might go out again. He can use our bed and Nādir Shāh Åbdālī and I will sleep elsewhere. Have a good time and don’t worry. I know, Durgesh is not my Abbū. He is Nādir Shāh Åbdālī’s Abbū. But as soon as you found he could be approached, you just forgot that he was my Hindu father in law.”
“Complaining?” her Ammī teased Kħālidah Jibrān.
“What’s the use? You’ve already got a new brother for me, from Durgesh Papaji.”
Kħālidah Jibrān made a mental note to change the sheets.
It wouldn’t be right for Durgesh Papaji to see the stained sheets.
I pulled in the driveway just about the time the coffee was ready.
Kħālidah Jibrān watched me from her kitchen window as I descended from my Mercedes.
Kħālidah Jibrān was always in awe of me.
What a Hindu!
What a Hindu!!
For the full twenty-eight years of her life, I was the one man who never failed to bring a smile to her face.
I, being even six years more than twice her age, was now sixty-two.
I was quite the opposite of Nādir Shāh Åbdālī.
Though we were about the same height and weight, our lifestyles were totally different.
I, being in writing, law, sex, Yog and social work since I was a teenager, was a hard body.
Kħālidah Jibrān supposed it was how I was able to function still with so extraordinary vivacity.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī, on the other hand, was a computer wizard.
Kħālidah Jibrān was amazed at how quickly they came to agreement on building the porch.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī designed it with a computer program.
I read the plan and we discussed a few changes.
I then surprised us all by saying,
“Great design, I appreciate it.”
Kħālidah Jibrān was so pleased.
Kħālidah Jibrān would have the porch she loved, designed by her husband, and appreciated by her father in law.
Life was great.
I hugged her tightly as Kħālidah Jibrān came through the kitchen door.
My strong arms circled around her as Kħālidah Jibrān hugged me back.
Being crushed up against me always made Kħālidah Jibrān feel protected, yet her nipples never failed to harden in my embrace.
“Papaji, it was so good to see you,” Kħālidah Jibrān breathed as I lightly kissed her neck.
I suddenly broke our hug but not before Kħālidah Jibrān felt my Uncut Hindu Lund began to rise against her leg.
Kħālidah Jibrān gave me her best smile while thinking it would be dangerous to be in my arms for very long.
However, she could not deny that being all so moral in his daily life, even Durgesh Papaji could not avoid to get an erection while she was giving him a hug.
I fucked extraordinary Musalmān Beauties 24x7x365.
It’s not easy for me to have a Musalmān Beauty in my embrace, and not harden.
Kħālidah Jibrān was sure that she would cum uncontrollably if my Uncut Hindu Lund were pressed against her for a second or two more. “Calm yourself, Kħālidah Jibrān,” Kħālidah Jibrān told herself. “He’s still your father in law, even if he is not Nādir Shāh Åbdālī’s real father.”
I was extremely busy all the day meeting with various persons who belonged to the various social groups, NGOs etc. seeking guidance from me.
Kħālidah Jibrān brought me juices a few times and sat with me during the breaks.
I gazed at Kħālidah Jibrān with my steel black eyes, as we conversed lightly.
By dinnertime, I was more than half-finished.
After much discussion, Kħālidah Jibrān convinced me that I would have plenty of time to finish it tomorrow.
During dinner, Kħālidah Jibrān finally convinced me that I would sleep in the main bedroom and Kħālidah Jibrān would sleep on the couch in the living room.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī was certain to be called to work before long and he would use the couch in his den if he got back before morning.
By eight that evening, there were several emergency calls for Nādir Shāh Åbdālī to respond to and he left.
Kħālidah Jibrān set towels out for me to shower and then Kħālidah Jibrān showered after I was finished.
Kħālidah Jibrān put on her robe over her nude body, as Kħālidah Jibrān did every night, and met me in the living room for a movie.
I had donned a T-shirt and summer shorts I brought with me.
We sat on the couch and Kħālidah Jibrān had a few glasses of wine while I sipped juice.
We talked, mostly ignoring the movie.
Kħālidah Jibrān held my hand, told me Kħālidah Jibrān loved me and settled in close to me.
With my arm around her shoulder, Kħālidah Jibrān rested her head on my chest.
Kħālidah Jibrān felt her nipples extend at the closeness of me and basked in the giddy feeling of being in my Hindu embrace.
Both her Ammījān in law and Ammījān were sleeping with me now.
What a Hindu!
What a Hindu!
There was a long pause during our light conversation and I spoke again.
“Baby, I love the point of view you both have but I am having some difficulty dealing with it,” said I as I lightly kissed the top of her head.
Kħālidah Jibrān turned her head and looked at me with a quizzical smile.
Following my gaze, Kħālidah Jibrān looked down and saw that her right breast was fully exposed to my view.
Durgesh is arousing her too.
After her Ammījān in law and Ammījān, now was it Kħālidah Jibrān too?
Is Durgesh Papaji really 62?
Well, he doesn’t look his age.
Mostly he could be thirty two only.
That’s why his famous, or infamous it is, Uncut Hindu Lund is so sensitive and so immensely active even now.
Embarrassed and excited at the same time, Kħālidah Jibrān exclaimed,
“Oh damn, I’m sorry Papaji. I didn’t mean to tease you.” Kħālidah Jibrān adjusted her position on the couch and closed the opening enough to cover the nipple.
Red faced, Kħālidah Jibrān looked at me and said,
“Forgive me, Papaji?”
“Of course, dear,” I said with a smiling face. “But now there is a new problem.”
Again, following my gaze Kħālidah Jibrān saw that adjusting her robe had exposed her thighs to the point of revealing a tuft of hair from between her legs.
“Oh Papaji, you must think Kħālidah Jibrān is a slut.” Kħālidah Jibrān managed to say somewhat nervously, as Kħālidah Jibrān drew her legs onto the couch and frantically made adjustments to her robe again.
Leaning her head on my leg to complete closing her robe, her ear came in direct contact with what was unmistakably, a stiff Uncut Hindu Lund.
‘Her Papaji, her Hindu father in law, was hard as a rock,’ was the realization that again shocked Kħālidah Jibrān.
Before Kħālidah Jibrān could raise her head, Kħālidah Jibrān felt my involuntary twitching against the side of her face.
Even her ever moral husband, Nādir Shāh Åbdālī, was never so hard for her.
Damn the bastard.
He was never capable to appreciate her so extraordinary beauty, as Durgesh Papaji, hell, not Papaji ever, only Durgesh, always appreciated her.
She enjoyed it.
Kħālidah Jibrān cursed herself.
Finally getting her robe arranged so that it covered her naked young Musalmān body, Kħālidah Jibrān lay with her head in Papaji’s lap as I rubbed her shoulder.
Kħālidah Jibrān soon fell asleep thinking I must have gone to bed.
She never bothered even to confirm it.
Kħālidah Jibrān awoke sometime in the middle of the night needing to urinate.
Still a little influenced by the wine, Kħālidah Jibrān groped her way toward the bathroom.
Kħālidah Jibrān realized that she must have gone the wrong way when Kħālidah Jibrān peeped an eye open long enough to see that she was in the kitchen.
Kħālidah Jibrān turned and felt her way down the hallway, through the master bedroom and into the bathroom.
Kħālidah Jibrān returned to her bed after reliving herself.
Kħālidah Jibrān dropped her robe to the floor and crawled between the sheets.
Still in sleep and in deep influence of wine, Kħālidah Jibrān had absolutely forgotten she was not sleeping there tonight, I was instead.
The sheets were warmer as Kħālidah Jibrān moved towards the center of the bed.
Realizing that Nādir Shāh Åbdālī must have returned home, nude Kħālidah Jibrān snuggled close to me and drifted back to sleep.
She never tried to confirm whether it was really her husband there.
The wine was playing its destructive role no wine taker wanted to acknowledge ever.
At some point in the night, Kħālidah Jibrān stirred as the arm came over her nude waist and the hand settled on her stomach.
A little disappointed when my hand didn’t continue, Kħālidah Jibrān decided to help her husband get into the mood for some lovemaking.
Pulling my hand to her nude breast, Kħālidah Jibrān planted my palm against her nipple.
My hand felt a little different from normal.
Kħālidah Jibrān then reached for my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Kħālidah Jibrān stroked my Uncut Hindu Lund slowly pausing to run her thumb over the head every few seconds.
Kħālidah Jibrān felt me responding in my sleep as my Uncut Hindu Lund lengthened, thickened and strengthened in her hand and I began squeezing her breast, in our sleep.
In my sleep, I thought she was someone of my countless Musalmān Beauties I slept almost 24x7x365 with.
In her sleep, she thought I was her husband, Nādir Shāh Åbdālī.
Soon Kħālidah Jibrān felt my Uncut Hindu Lund coming to its full hardness and it seemed to be pulsating with heavy veins around it.
Kħālidah Jibrān never noticed those veins before and it felt a little longer, heavier, and stronger in her hand.
In her still asleep mind, Kħālidah Jibrān was thinking that I must be super turned on, to have so much blood engorging that thick Uncut Hindu Lund.
She scraped the calloused feeling hand against her nipple and pinched it tightly.
Rolling it between my fingertips and squeezing harder than Kħālidah Jibrān was used to, Kħālidah Jibrān find that her passion was rising fast.
My hand moved to assault her other breast and my mouth found its way to the one my hand just left.
Kħālidah Jibrān sucked in her breath as Kħālidah Jibrān felt me harsh against her skin.
“That’s it my dear,” Kħālidah Jibrān whimpered, “Get rough with me.”
Suddenly, I pulled Kħālidah Jibrān against my body as I pinched her nipple between my finger and thumb.
I held Kħālidah Jibrān tight as my palm ravaged her aroused Sunni Musalmān breasts.
Kħālidah Jibrān released her grip on my rigid Uncut Hindu Lund to hold my hand as it continued to ravage her breasts and nipples.
I was raw and Kħālidah Jibrān loved it.
Bolts of electricity shot through her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Sunni Musalmān body as Kħālidah Jibrān felt like Kħālidah Jibrān was being taken by me.
Using her leg for leverage, Kħālidah Jibrān rubbed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clit and her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot lips against that magnificent Hindu piece of meat.
Soon, my fingers found their way into the crack of her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass and drew little circles around her nude gorgeous Sunni Musalmān ass.
My fingers made her squirm more against my Uncut Hindu Lund and Kħālidah Jibrān felt an orgasm approaching.
“YEEEAAAHHHIII,” Kħālidah Jibrān screamed into my ear as Kħālidah Jibrān began to cum.
Kħālidah Jibrān dug her heel into my back and furiously rocked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clit against my Uncut Hindu Lund as my fingers played a beautiful tune in the crack of her ass. Before her orgasm has ended, Kħālidah Jibrān pulled me on top of herself.
Knowing her intentions now, I reversed the positions.
Gripping her waist, I lifted Kħālidah Jibrān a few inches above my body.
Kħālidah Jibrān had no idea that her husband had even so much strength.
My Uncut Hindu Lund sprang straight up and Kħālidah Jibrān was poised directly above it.
Kħālidah Jibrān used her hands on my powerful forearms to balance her upper body as Kħālidah Jibrān felt herself being slowly impaled.
The head of my Uncut Hindu Lund passed between her lips and Kħālidah Jibrān shuddered as the anticipation built.
Soon Kħālidah Jibrān could feel the ridges along the length of my Uncut Hindu Lund entering her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot.
The head of my Uncut Hindu Lund stretched the inner walls of her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot as Kħālidah Jibrān produced more and more lubricant for it.
As her knees made contact with the mattress, Kħālidah Jibrān reached with one hand for the base of my shaft.
Kħālidah Jibrān felt full yet discovered that there was still several inches that had not yet penetrated her.
Kħālidah Jibrān felt the veins pulsing in her hand.
Kħālidah Jibrān was amazed that her husband’s Lund felt so different, so wonderful.
Kħālidah Jibrān lowered herself further onto the hardest Uncut Hindu Lund ever to enter her and Kħālidah Jibrān could feel the ridge like veins as they passed her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot lips.
Suddenly, the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund was against her cervix and there was still two inches of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her fingertips.
Kħālidah Jibrān moved her knees forward and leaned back in an attempt to make more room.
With a jerk from my hands on her hips, Kħālidah Jibrān was totally impaled.
A bead of sweat drips from her brow and more appeared between her breasts and trickled down her belly.
Kħālidah Jibrān felt my thumbs spreading the lips of her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot as they sought out her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clit.
Kħālidah Jibrān placed both hands on my knees behind me for leverage and started fucking me.
Although my Uncut Hindu Lund felt much larger than normal, Kħālidah Jibrān was so well lubricated that Kħālidah Jibrān slid up and down on it with ease.
Kħālidah Jibrān rode the wonderful sensations as Kħālidah Jibrān plunged down and felt the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund bottomed out.
I pushed down on the top of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clit so that it rode against my shaft giving me increased delight as her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot kept us well lubricated.
Her back was arched with her breasts pushed skyward and her hair swept across my legs as Kħālidah Jibrān fucked herself on me.
Kħālidah Jibrān was oblivious to anything except the feelings exploding in her belly.
Off in the distance, Kħālidah Jibrān heard a woman’s voice moaning lowly. “OH, OH… OHHHHGGGGHHH”.
The voice began to wail, and only then, Kħālidah Jibrān realized that, it was her own voice.
Kħālidah Jibrān screamed as orgasm overtook her and Kħālidah Jibrān was lost in it for a minute.
Just as Kħālidah Jibrān began to recover, I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her chest to chest with me crushing her breasts.
My hands gripped the cheeks of her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass and Kħālidah Jibrān rocked herself up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Kħālidah Jibrān wrapped her arms around my neck and fucked back at me nonstop savagely wildly.
She never enjoyed so much sex before.
Her nipples rubbed against my chest with the motion of her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Sunni Musalmān body and her nostrils were filled with my scent.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clit rode hard against my Uncut Hindu Lund and Kħālidah Jibrān could think of nothing but the incredible pleasure I was giving her.
Kħālidah Jibrān planted her lips on mine and sucked my tongue deep into her mouth.
Kħālidah Jibrān could smell her own sex mixed with the scent of her partner as I continued to provide the root of her immense pleasure.
Her excitement built as the sensations from my Uncut Hindu Lund met with the pleasure flooding me from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān clit.
Removing her mouth from mine, Kħālidah Jibrān began panting in my ear.
Kħālidah Jibrān whimpered the secret that Kħālidah Jibrān was going to cum again as Kħālidah Jibrān felt the current surge through me and the orgasm began.
My every penetration sent a new bolt of electricity through her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Sunni Musalmān body.
A white blinding light flashed in her mind and Kħālidah Jibrān was engulfed in intense orgasmic delight.
Kħālidah Jibrān screamed unintelligible words into my mouth as her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Sunni Musalmān body was wracked with spasm after white-hot spasm.
“FUCK… Kħālidah Jibrān had NEVER cum like that before, darling,” Kħālidah Jibrān told me.
Before Kħālidah Jibrān could finish the words, Kħālidah Jibrān was on her back and I was positioned between her legs.
Kħālidah Jibrān rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund against her screaming exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot and begged me to fuck her again and again.
Kħālidah Jibrān felt her mouth smashed to mine as I gripped her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks with both of my hands.
Kħālidah Jibrān sucked my tongue, into her mouth and, centered that throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund for my easy penetration.
Her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Sunni Musalmān body and mind were on fire as Kħālidah Jibrān raised her hips in anticipation of having that hot Uncut Hindu Lund inside Kħālidah Jibrān again.
I entered her hard; unlike Kħālidah Jibrān was used to.
The shock of the rougher sex sent more sparks through her mind.
I was balls deep by the third stroke and Kħālidah Jibrān felt fuller that Kħālidah Jibrān had ever felt.
I pulled her legs around my waist and Kħālidah Jibrān locked her heels together.
Kħālidah Jibrān felt my rough hands grip her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks as I lifted her off the mattress.
Kħālidah Jibrān reached one hand back to my ass cheek and gave me some of the same pleasure I was giving me in that sensitive area.
With her other arm around my neck, Kħālidah Jibrān kissed and licked my lips as Kħālidah Jibrān mumbled incomprehensible words.
Suddenly Kħālidah Jibrān was jolted with an intense orgasm and Kħālidah Jibrān screamed into my ear,
Just as the orgasm is subsiding, I thrust into her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot and the sensation made her cum again.
“Allaaaah, BAAABYYYY, Yā Allaaaaah! … IT WASSOOOO GOOD.” Kħālidah Jibrān couldn’t stop Cuming as Kħālidah Jibrān rode my Uncut Hindu Lund for all Kħālidah Jibrān was worth.
We fucked each other wildly the whole night, nonstop.
Kħālidah Jibrān was amazed at her husband’s super sexual prowess she never knew before.
Finally, drained, Kħālidah Jibrān begged me to cum.
Kħālidah Jibrān was exhausted, yet Kħālidah Jibrān felt Kħālidah Jibrān truly owed me an orgasm as good as Kħālidah Jibrān could give me in payment for what had been the best fuck of her life.
Wrapping her arms around my neck, Kħālidah Jibrān whimpered words of love and encouragement into my ear as I continued to stroke into Kħālidah Jibrān.
Keeping her ankles locked around my waist, Kħālidah Jibrān dug her heels into my ass and rocked her hips in step with my plunging.
Timing my strokes, Kħālidah Jibrān relaxed her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot as I stroked in and tightened it as I stroked out, trying to give me maximum pleasure.
“That’s it baby, cum in me. I’m ready for you. Cum inside me,” Kħālidah Jibrān kept coaxing me.
I jerked and grunted seven times and Kħālidah Jibrān felt my hot Hindu cum start to run down the cheeks of her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass and onto the sheet.
Finally, I lay still, as spent as Kħālidah Jibrān was.
With tears streaming from her eyes, Kħālidah Jibrān fell into deep sleep.
Kħālidah Jibrān awoke alone in the morning and immediately she was reminded of last night’s activities by the rawness of her nipples.
Kħālidah Jibrān arose and showered.
Returning to the bedside for her robe, Kħālidah Jibrān saw a huge spot on the sheets where her rear had laid.
“Allah, Nādir Shāh Åbdālī,” Kħālidah Jibrān thought to herself; “you had never cum that much before.”
The stain was easily three times as large as he normally left.
Kħālidah Jibrān made a mental note to ask Nādir Shāh Åbdālī what had made him such a super lover last night.
Whatever it was, Kħālidah Jibrān liked it.
“Mornin Honey,” I greeted her as Kħālidah Jibrān entered the kitchen.
“Durgesh, Allah, I almost forgot you were here tonight, Sorry.” Kħālidah Jibrān stammered.
“I didn’t want to start meeting others until you got up,” I continued.
“Oh, thanks Durgesh; that was so thoughtful of you. Where is Nādir Shāh Åbdālī?” Kħālidah Jibrān asked.
“I hadn’t seen Nādir Shāh Åbdālī e Hun,” I answered.
“Maybe he got called back in early this morning,” Kħālidah Jibrān commented.
“Maybe so,” I said as I rose from the chair. “Time to get back to work.”
Kħālidah Jibrān poured herself coffee and puzzled over Nādir Shāh Åbdālī’s absence as Kħālidah Jibrān watched me meeting others.
I looked at Kħālidah Jibrān through the window a couple of times and smiled at her when I caught Kħālidah Jibrān gazing at me.
The ringing phone broke her train of thought. “Hello?”
It was Nādir Shāh Åbdālī.
Kħālidah Jibrān felt a shock course through her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Sunni Musalmān body as Nādir Shāh Åbdālī explained that he had not been able to get back home last night.
More emergency calls had kept him busy all night and he would not be home until late afternoon today.
He apologized if Kħālidah Jibrān had a lonely night but he would try to make up for it.
Kħālidah Jibrān barely heard Nādir Shāh Åbdālī as the memory of the incredible nonstop sex session of last night flooded her mind.
Kħālidah Jibrān quickly made an excuse and said goodbye to Nādir Shāh Åbdālī as Kħālidah Jibrān stood there looking at me.
Her face flushed and her nipples hardened as her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān Choot involuntarily lubricated itself as if in anticipation of being used.
Breathing heavily, Kħālidah Jibrān realized that, it was I, who was in her bed when Kħālidah Jibrān had mistakenly gone there last night.
In her dream state, Kħālidah Jibrān had forgotten that I was there.
No wonder it had been so different.
Kħālidah Jibrān shivered with excitement as Kħālidah Jibrān thought about the fantastic Hindu fuck, I had given her.
Kħālidah Jibrān was ashamed, yet incredibly turned on at the same time.
So the great Hindu fucked her last night?
It was an Uncut Hindu Lund?
How Kħālidah Jibrān would face me, was heavy on her mind.
Finally, Kħālidah Jibrān concluded that it did not matter.
Obviously, at some point, I knew it was Kħālidah Jibrān.
I had to have known when I woke in the morning and saw her.
Most likely, I knew it was Kħālidah Jibrān during the act.
I must have thought Kħālidah Jibrān did it intentionally.
No matter, Kħālidah Jibrān must have Durgesh again.
And not once now.
To hell with the idiot Nādir Shāh Åbdālī now.
That Uncut Hindu Lund was too incredible to give up even if it was Durgesh’s.
Opening the door; Kħālidah Jibrān cooed to me,
“Papaji, we need to talk.”***
“Of course, my dear, why not?”
Kħālidah Jibrān took me to her bedroom.
It was the same bedroom Kħālidah Jibrān had fucked me at night so savagely.
That was the tragedy of it.
Kħālidah Jibrān had herself fucked me last night, so savagely, so wildly, nonstop.
I hadn’t fucked her.
I had only surrendered to her wild sexual assaults, whole night.
The entire female animal in her, had taken possession of her absolutely.
What the Papaji were thinking about her?
And it was not the end still now.
What the Papaji were thinking about her Ammījān too?
What the Papaji were thinking about her grossly uncultured family even consequently?
Musalmīn are already abused globally now, everywhere.
Numerous of them are global terrorists.
Most of them are adamantly against ultra modern high education.
All the Islamic Countries are heavily backwards.
Even Nādir Shāh Åbdālī was a Pakistani Musalmān.
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