1: Of my Musalmān friends
I am not a sailor and I had never been more than a mile from shore in my life until my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, said she wanted a month’s vacation on the Gulf of Mexico.
Now when it comes to my little princess, it is hard to say,
“NO I do not want to go”.
Muħammad Åbdullah allowed his wife, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb, to have sex with me, because he wasn’t interested in sex, at all, anymore.
I felt embarrassed in fucking a lady I called Bhābhījān sometimes.
“But I called her Bhābhījān.” I protested.
“What the hell difference does it make? You follow Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. Don’t you?”
“Don’t try to take advantage of my Īmān, Muħammad Åbdullah.” I said somewhat angrily, “I’m not a Panjvaqtah Namāzī, I accept. Nevertheless, I have an ever-indomitable Īmān on the Kħātimul Rasal, Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Nabī Ākħiruzzamān, Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. Nevertheless, he never had sex with any of his friend’s wife he used to call Bhābhījān.”
I had to surrender ultimately when Muħammad Åbdullah told me,
“Al Jāsiyah has consented not to have Kħul’å from me only if you consent to provide her as much sex as she needs.”
I twisted to Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.
“Shut up,” Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān interrupted me, “You idiot, Am I not beautiful?”
“Of course, you are beautiful, Bhābhījān. You are extremely beautiful. But I never saw you with sexual intention in my mind.”
Al Jāsiyah Bhābhījān smiled.
“That’s why I call you an idiot, Durgesh. I never saw you platonically.”
I was stunned.
“You are the only man I loved sexually in my entire life. Not Muħammad Åbdullah.”
I was dumbfounded.
“And…and you never told me?”
“Nope!” she contradicted me vehemently, “I always told you. But you never believed me.”
“Bhābhījān, I always thought you were only kidding me.” I said quite offended.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān laughed sarcastically.
“I thought that was your madness for me. Once you’d have your honeymoon with me you’d forget me and would be ever loyal to my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah.”
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān again laughed sarcastically.
“After our tremendous wild honeymoon for complete one year? Are you crazy?”
“You always tried to stop sex with me. Yet I never allowed doing it. Didn’t I?”
“You never loved Muħammad Åbdullah?” I asked her gravely.
“He is a damn fool.” Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān laughed open heartedly, “He married me even while I told him I love you and none else. He was too obsessed with my divine mesmerizing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty that he accepted to be cuckolded to us both and even to the extent that he cleaned me licking my sexual organs after I have sex with you. You think any sane Musalmān woman can love such an impotent ever?”
There was immense venom for Muħammad Åbdullah in her voice.
“You never understood why the hell Muħammad Åbdullah allowed his every beautiful Musalmān houselady to have sex with you. You thought he is making sacrifices for you. You idiot, he does nothing of the sort. Actually he is an obsessed voyeur that loves to watch your extremely experienced Uncut Hindu Cock visiting beautiful Musalmān Cunts and beautiful gorgeous female Musalmān ass. You think he is a man? How the hell he is?”
“Muħammad Åbdullah,” I twisted at him.
“She hates me intensely, Durgesh.” Muħammad Åbdullah said gravely, “I’m immensely grateful to you that you kept fucking her until now for me. Now please continue. For my sake. She never loved me. She is right. She has cuckolded me for both of you. Remember she uses me as her footstool even while you fuck her. Doesn’t she?”
“Divorce her, Muħammad Åbdullah.” I said gravely, “Be a man.”
“And what about Al Tawaħīd Al Islam? She is my daughter from Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb. Isn’t she?”
“Why the hell Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān allowed you to have sex with her if she never loved you?”
“Because I wanted a daughter from her. I told her if she didn’t give me a daughter of my own, I’d divorce her anyway.”
“What?” I couldn’t believe it.
Muħammad Åbdullah was too obsessed to divorce Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān ever.
He watched her having her shab-ůrosī and even her entire honeymoon with me.
She compelled him to take even the videos of our sexual intercourses everywhere in every possible and impossible sex positions.
Yet he threatened her to divorce?
And Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān surrendered?
“Surprised?” Muħammad Åbdullah smiled sarcastically, “Don’t. She is now obsessed with my licking her sexual organs after you fuck her. She can’t live now without my tongue into her Musalmān Cunt and Musalmān ass. She needs it now as much as she needs your unique infinitely experienced Uncut Hindu Cock there. She has led this abnormal life now so much that now it’s her normal lifestyle. She needs both of us for her healthy survival.”
However, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān wasn’t alone such an abnormal woman.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was about to turn 19 and it was her last year before college.
I agreed with her as a birthday present to spend her vacation at sea.
She told me she would take care of everything and I should not worry about anything.
Of course, when it came time to pay, that was my job.
I did not question her choices on the subject.
She has a way of getting me to do things that I would never think of doing except for her.
When she bats her big sky blue eyes and pouts her bottom lip, as a stepdad and a man, no one could deny giving her the world.
About Al Tawaħīd Al Islam,
Let me say that as far as women go, she is above all of them in every manor one could list.
She is short in stature at just less than 5 feet in her bare feet.
If she kept her clothes on and was soaking wet she still would not weigh more than 100lbs. and most of that is in her tits, (32C cup) and ass, a perky little bubble below her tiny waist that would make an M&M candy melt without being your mouth.
Pixie blond hair just above her shoulders topping her off.
For the past few years, I found she was attracting the boys; some were older than she was and I had spent many days chasing them away.
She would always try to reassure me that “I am a good girl Durgesh, but then when the time is right, look out because I will be so good at being bad!” Those were her words not mine.
On her 18th birthday, I gave her some audio and video tapes from her mom, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, as guide for her life.
Therefore, my life had been easier to deal with as well, but I never passed up spending time with my princess, not work, not golf or dating would come between her and me.
Our port of call was Tampa FL and when we went to board, I knew that she had a plan of some sort because of the crew.
We were informed; that we had a crew of seven sailors, two busty female stewards, a chef, plus Captain Al Rashīdah Al Waħīd would be at our command and only she and I as passengers on a 200ft yacht named “Down on Me II”.
One of the pretty stewards gave us a tour of the boat, and she then led us to our staterooms.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, told me to get ready for the sea life and she would meet me on deck in half an hour.
I dressed casual, went topside to the dining room, and had a drink waiting on my little girl so we could have diner.
She entered and when I saw, her, my mouth hit the table.
She had on a very elegant dress that one would expect to see at maybe the Oscars.
One of the Hollywood starlets would wear but she would have made them look shabby in comparison.
Her gown was shear in places, split in other places, and showed her body to be that of a woman on a mission.
Two of the sailors and both of the stewards were on a small stage playing music, very romantic music, as she walked across the room.
Out of nowhere, an older woman came and introduced herself as the chef and server, I had no idea she was even on board nor at that moment did I care.
She brought a bottle wine.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, said,
“Durgesh, would it be ok if I have some wine with you tonight?”
I replied “Princess, thank you for asking and yes if you drink in moderation you can drink anytime we are on the ship.”
I knew I couldn’t stop her from taking wine however.
She wasn’t my daughter exactly after all.
She loved her Ammī more.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān especially instructed Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.
“Take anything from Durgesh, but never his ethics. They are utopian. If I’d taken his ethics as well as tremendous sex from him, I would have died until now, celibate.”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled at me and confirmed her Ammī.
“Never worry, Ammī. I’m your daughter. And I’m proud of you. You never did anything wrong. Even in cuckolding Abbū. He loves cuckold life with you and Durgesh. He enjoys it. He hates to have sex as a man now ever, as much as Durgesh loves to have it, every time everywhere with every Musalmān Beauty Durgesh can manage to.”
She just smiled and nodded her pretty head as she sipped her wine.
The chef informed us of what our meal was to be for the evening and said if we would like anything, she could change the menu, but the menu was prepared in advance when Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, booked the ship, and of course, I said it would be fine.
This was to be Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s last meal as a high School girl and at midnight; she would be 19 so she wanted to be tipsy when that day came as she had said on a few occasions.
While she sat looking so beautiful, I felt the love for her.
Even my heart began to ache thinking that she would soon be leaving me to find her way in life.
My heart was breaking and I felt a tear in welling up in my eyes.
I controlled myself immediately.
Stop being unduly sentimental.
I stood up, but before I stepped forward, she herself stood up too, and asked me,
“Durgesh, My dear, would you care to dance with a young lady that loves no man else more than you?”
“Yet you love your Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, even more than me. Don’t you, you naughty girl?”
“Sure,” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed proudly holding her head high, “Ammī is my ideal and ideal of millions of us young Musalmān ladies. She is an important executive in Cuckold your Musalmān husband Movement of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allahu tåālā ånahā.”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled at me as she reached for my hand.
We danced as I held her we talked and laughed it was one of the greatest dances I can remember.
Holding her close and her perfume rose as if flowers were all around us and I pulled her closer.
My hand on her back was touching her smooth, silky skin and as I looked down into her blue eyes, I became aware of movement in my casual shorts I had on and suddenly I felt under-dressed.
It was as though I did not have enough material between this lovely creature and the devil growing down lower.
I started to put some space between my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, and my body but as I tried to move back, she held on even tighter.
There I was with a growing presence in my shorts and my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, holding on ever so close!
What was I doing!
Nevertheless, I was never ashamed of it.
Neither I was afraid of what Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, would think about me, getting an erection while dancing with her?
She would feel proud of herself instead that she could turn on even as experienced a man sexually as I was.
Was I a pervert?
I never thought of having sex with her.
Would she ever want to dance with me again?
She loved every moment of it.
The music stopped.
I sophisticatedly guided her back to our table.
As I sat down, I have to admit that I neither felt flushed nor embarrassed doing everything to keep from not looking at her.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, made it simple by talking about the plans she had made.
She told me about what we would be doing when we made landfall around the Gulf.
The different cities and fairs she had heard of during her research for this trip.
I nodded my head and smiled gravely.
I had hoped sitting down would give my erection and my erotic thinking a break but it was no avail.
I was still erect.
For Al Tawaħīd Al Islam?
Anyone could satisfy its need.
Why Al Tawaħīd Al Islam alone?
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam said something and it caught me by surprise.
I had to ask her to repeat what she had just said.
“Durgesh, I know that you love me and you miss Ammī now. I understand it would have been better if Ammī had been with you instead of me. Yet I’m myself a young Musalmān lady now and it’s bad manners to keep reminding me that you aren’t comfortable with me. I want to help you move on from your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān complex! That is why I have put Viagra into your food. I hope you will forgive me.”
My reply was shock at first.
Was she as crazy too as her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān is?
In my food?
What the hell she is after, after all?
She kept talking.
I knew her intentions were meant to help but there would be little chance of fixing my loneliness on board the ship.
That is when she said,
“Remember the tapes Ammī gave me when she allowed me to come with you?”
“Yes darling, I don’t know what was on them but yes I remember.”
“Ammī told me that she knew you love her and that you would have trouble getting on with your routine life whenever she isn’t with you. And she wanted you to enjoy your time till you two would be together again.”
My Princess kept talking,
“Ammī made a lot of tapes with different topics on them and she left other things as well. She had a space set aside in the old barn that was for my private place to watch and listen to her so I could enjoy and laugh and whatever else I needed to do. She said that if I reached 19 and you had not moved on then she wanted me to help you return to your former ways. She taught me different things to help you and during this cruse, we are to do those things. Ammī said only if I wanted to, so I want you to know that what we do on this trip is my choice and of course you have to be willing to allow me to carry out Ammī’s wish list for you.”
I was shocked.
Yet I felt my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s wife, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had more insight into me than I had ever thought possible.
It seemed she knew me better than even I knew myself.
I was immensely grave!
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, came to my side, hugged me, and ran her tiny fingers through my hair to calm me.
She lifted my face to hers and then to my surprise, kissed me!
It was not a father daughter kiss.
It was an open mouth lover type, very soft and tender, yet passionate!
My head was spinning, not quite realizing the true meaning of all that she said.
It was not what I was expecting but I just held her and enjoyed the Moment.
I was Sixty-Seven now.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the most prominent of them.
She was practically now my present Chief Wife.
There were millions of them with their beautiful Ammīs as well.
It wasn’t anything new now for me.
Even it wasn’t abnormal for me now.
It was absolutely normal for me.
I was the utmost admired utmost invited sex therapist now every educated family wants to inaugurate their daughters.
They were afraid of inexperienced invasion of their daughters causing some potential problem in future in their sexual and family life.
It was better to let the utmost successful utmost experienced Sex Therapist take their cherry for their potential inexperienced husband/lover.
Even their minimum one-year honeymoon with me, continued with their inauguration, was suggested now by their family medical experts.
It was not a marital honeymoon however.
It was an inaugural honeymoon instead medically necessary for their future happy life.
Sex with me was a medical necessity now to keep family life happy and vibrant.*
I knew very well however what the real necessity of it behind these entire medical iterations.
The true facts was the continuously increasing disinterest of the males in physical sex.
They wanted to hire me to provide the necessary sex to their womankind, they themselves neither had time nor interest in.
The matter-oriented life had tired most of them to keep pace with.
Nowadays even husbands were hiring me not even to provide optimum sex to their wives but even to impregnate them.
“Why do you want my son from your Bahū Bégum instead of your own son’s?” I asked gravely Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Shékħ himself.
“You know very well Durgesh, Muħammad Jahāngīr isn’t my own son. He is my wife, Asmā’s son from her previous marriage. After Farīdah Jalāl Shékħ I married Asmā you know.”
“Your Bahū Bégum is ready to have sex with me to get pregnant?”
“I haven’t another option.” Asmā Farħān smiled at me indignantly, “He is suffering from Aids.”
“What?” I kept myself forcibly from jumping.
Have I now even to impregnate Aids affected persons’ wives?
Family virtues are not in vogue now anymore?
The parents hire me to inaugurate their Just eighteen Just Adult daughters with one year inaugural honeymoon with entire expenses fully paid separately.
The husbands hire me to provide optimum sex to their beautiful wives so that they are busy not to interfere in their business.
The business is more important now than family virtues.
The in laws hire me to get their Bahū Bégum inseminated to have their grandson.
The son is not interested in having sex with their Bahū Bégum.
They are hiring me to keep their Bahū Bégum sexually satisfied.
Is it the twenty first century?
Sex is so insignificant now?
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The chief of police interfered now.
“I hope I don’t have to take you into custody for disturbing the peace, Ma’am.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled ironically.
“What a fool you are. You think I came here without anticipating your illegal dirty conspiracy with Muħammad Ůsmān? You idiot, I have an anticipatory bail already against your potential illegal arrest.”
The chief of police was startled.
“Never thought of it?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sweetly, “We know you scoundrels even more than you think. We are prepared for your every illegal attack whatsoever. You fatheaded nincompoop, I know you more than you think. You are just a shill for these gambling houses. I respect the honest police officers. But I know Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim have you right in their hip pockets. What do you think, I’m a damn fool that doesn’t even know the criminal activities of Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim were not possible so arrogantly without your dishonest illegal support to them? You don’t dare to hiccup unless Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim give you permission. Don’t tell me what I can do and what I can’t do!”
“You are using loud and profane language in a public place, Ma’am.” The chief of police said, “If you continue to make abusive statements of that sort in public, I’ll have to take action, despite your anticipatory bail even.”
“Sure, go ahead. For your kind information, damn fool, we have set hidden video cameras here transmitting everything to the media and your higher authorities. Oh, never anticipated that? I know. We have immense faith in your stupidities. I haven’t moved into profanity yet. I’m getting ready to, however. Believe me, dumb ass, when I do that I use some very biting adjectives, and a few nouns that may startle you. You…”
“Just a minute,” I interrupted, “Perhaps I can be of some help here.”*
Muħammad Ůsmān said sweetly.
“Sure, you are most welcome. It was impossible the scriptwriter hasn’t written any dialogue for himself too. Go ahead.”
I ignored him totally, as if Muħammad Ůsmān wasn’t anybody there.
“Ma’am, I think it might be better to control yourself. You never need to let some cheap crooks debate with you. It is somewhat a humiliation for a lady like you. Why make a personal demand while there’s a legal remedy available? I think a written demand made in a more formal manner through an attorney would do you better.”
Muħammad Ůsmān eyed me scornfully.
“Just keep fucking us innocent Musalmīn’s extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies you are good at. You aren’t any attorney any more. You have exploded the entire law you knew once, in the form of your dirty Hindu semen into the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunts of our extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Through an attorney? Haha! You know as well as I do that when a guy loses money gambling, he can’t get it back.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid laughed.
I smiled cunningly.
“Can’t he, Muħammad Ůsmān? Are you sure?”
Muħammad Ůsmān laughed sardonically.
“You are damn right, my wife fucker, my sister in law fucker, he can’t. Even if the game was crooked, he can’t. He was engaging in an illegal activity and—”
“Careful,” Al Nādir Al Haibat interposed, “Let us put it this way, Muħammad Ůsmān. There are certain contracts that are against public policy as far as the law is concerned. It’s against the policy of the law to raise those activities to the dignity of legitimate business enterprises. Therefore, the courts are not open to persons who have participated in those activities.”
“Never mind all that double talk,” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Let’s give it to the multi-millionaire lady straight from the shoulder. Tell her despite her multi millions she can’t get a dime back legally. Durgesh has sweet-talked with her trying to seduce her. She must see herself in the mirror. She is an ever-irresistible Musalmān Beauty for the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu. He has fooled her talking with her immensely sweetly making her daydream, just to fuck her too as he is fucking the other Musalmān houseladies that are immensely beautiful. We sympathize with her.”
“That’s right, ma’am.” Al Nādir Al Haibat said with his toothy smile, “I know you are a successful businesswoman. But Durgesh is the most successful Muslimātchod Hindu in the entire history of humankind. He is an ever-incurable Musalmān Beauties fucker, beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker. He has such immense incredible ever-incurable communal obsession to fuck our otherwise decent Musalmān houseladies that are beautiful. You can easily understand how things are in this regard. A person can’t sit in on a game at night, trying to win money, and then come back the next day and say that the activity was illegal. He wants the money back that he’s lost. If he could do that, he would keep all of his winnings, and then whenever he’d lost he’d recoup his losses. Now, Muħammad Ůsmān is in a legitimate business and—I hope our Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Prince Charming, Durgesh, hasn’t fucked you already by talking sweet to you and making you daydream.”*
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sarcastically, patronizing, feigning sympathy.
“You really think your beautiful Musalmān houseladies are as stupid and you Musalmīn are as powerless, as incompetent that Durgesh always succeeds to fuck your Musalmān Beauties, your beautiful Musalmān houseladies despite their inherent chastity and your entire efforts to keep them chaste?”
“Of course, ma’am, that’s what this Anant Muslimātchod Hindu is. You don’t know him exactly.”
“Are you really a damn fool or you are trying to pose yourselves so?”
“The Musalmān Beauties and your beautiful Musalmān houseladies are not as vulnerable as you are trying to pose them, neither you Musalmīn are as powerless.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “The fact is exactly contrary to what you are trying to present. The Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies that are Durgesh’s Live in relationship Partners and beloveds, are frequently interviewed by entirely unbiased, honest and sincere journalists. They tell different stories entirely.”
“A large number of them were framed in first degree murders due to different reasons. Durgesh fought their cases, exposed their conspirators, sent them to jail. The relatives of those conspirators defamed those Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies with Durgesh, even while there wasn’t any such thing anywhere. Durgesh successfully fought the cases of defamation of character on their behalf and was rewarded large monetary compensations even.”
“You mean Durgesh doesn’t have any sexual relationship with our beautiful Musalmān houseladies and Musalmān Beauties?”
“Of course, Durgesh has. Yet they are consensual relationships, not conspiratorial or communal as you claim. You losers are either jealous of Durgesh or yourselves communal trying to defame Durgesh, those Musalmān Beauties and those beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Yet their bonds with Durgesh is as much stronger that the more you tried to defame them the more they loved each other.”
Muħammad Ůsmān and Al Nādir Al Haibat looked at each other.
“Durgesh has already successfully fucked her too.” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Forget to save her from the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu scoundrel. No benefit in locking the stable after the horse is stolen.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid laughed curtly.
“I hope you’d prove in a competent court what you are accusing us of when we fight the case of defamation of character against you.”
Muħammad Ůsmān and Al Nādir Al Haibat were furious.
They were suffering from such wrath that they were incapable even to speak.
“They’ve rigged up a deal on my comparatively not so smart husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said, “They had already got him for something over five thousand dollars. I wasn’t willing to let even that ride. Why should I? Al Wājid Al Muħammad promised me that he wouldn’t do any more gambling, but they started in easy last night and lured him into the game. Then they started to take him. Al Wājid Al Muħammad thought his luck was bound to turn and stayed with it and—”
“He could have won,” Muħammad Ůsmān said sympathetically, “if he wasn’t thinking of your unfaithfulness, ma’am. Al Wājid Al Muħammad was immensely afraid of you that you would cuckold him to you and Durgesh in the same manner as my wife Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah has cuckolded me to herself, Durgesh and her younger ever smart sister Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah that kidnapped Durgesh and raped him.”
“Well, I think you ever doubtful Pseudo Musalmīn really deserve that.”
“I see.” Muħammad Ůsmān said curtly.
“Despite Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s constant advocacy that Pseudo Musalmīn never deserve us Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives’ innocent faithfulness, we should join her Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement, establish her ever dreamed of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, I never succumbed to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. But Al Wājid Al Muħammad never respected my loyalty to him despite his countless shortcomings. He is after Al Taufīq Al Zāhid.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid grimaced.
“Even if Durgesh hadn’t obliged me, I’d never appreciated your husband. I sympathize with him that he thinks you are cheating him for Durgesh.”
“That’s only a pretense for his gambling and infidelity to me for you.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “The bastard knows very well I don’t have any clandestine extramarital affair with Durgesh or anyone else. He has ill influenced my daughters even. I think Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is correct. The bastards like Al Wājid Al Muħammad really deserve to be cuckolded. My daughter, Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid…”
Al Nādir Al Haibat said gravely.
“Anyway, there you are, ma’am. Your husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad, was trying to win. If he had won, he’d have pocketed his winnings and both of you would have been very satisfied this morning. But he didn’t win, so…”
“So I want the money back,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said. “The game was crooked.”
“You can prove that?” Muħammad Ůsmān asked ominously, threateningly somewhat.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid watched Muħammad Ůsmān scornfully,
“You are damn right, I can prove that. What the hell for do you think I’ve retained Durgesh professionally? However, I don’t need to prove it. You know it was crooked. Everybody here knows it was crooked. You aren’t running this place on the square. Don’t be silly.”
“Those are the words that would lay you wide open to a claim for damages,” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “I suggest you be more careful, ma’am.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled triumphantly,
“All I know is that Al Wājid Al Muħammad has last something like fifteen thousand dollars here within the last few weeks and I am not going to stand by and see him robbed until he is legally my husband. It affects not only his, but also my reputation too as well, adversely. Now, are you going to give him the money back or…”
“Definitely, absolutely, positively not!” Muħammad Ůsmān interrupted firmly, “Your husband doesn’t get back a nickel. Moreover, in view of what you’ve just said, and the scene you’ve created here, Al Wājid Al Muħammad doesn’t even get back inside this place. I’m leaving orders with my Årab doorman not to admit him.”
“That’s very nice of you,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sarcastically, triumphantly.
Muħammad Ůsmān was as fuming as he didn’t notice even the sarcasm in her immensely scornful voice.
He continued irately,
“If you’d come to me as a lady and told me that you didn’t want your husband gambling here, Al Wājid Al Muħammad couldn’t have got in last night. However, you never said a word about it. Al Wājid Al Muħammad came and went just any other person and he gambled. He’s a good poker player. He knows what he’s doing but he just happened to have a run of bad luck last night. That’s all there was to it.
“Nevertheless, now you’ve said you don’t want Al Wājid Al Muħammad gambling here, that’s good enough for me. We won’t ever let him sit in another game.”
“Ma’am, I think that’s fair enough.” Al Nādir Al Haibat said, “If you didn’t want your husband gambling, I’m quite certain that Muħammad Ůsmān wouldn’t have wanted him sitting in on the games. I don’t think you ever said a word to Muħammad Ůsmān about not wanting Al Wājid Al Muħammad to gamble. After all, he’s been trying his best to win. You don’t have any legal recourse and…”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid put her hand on my hand.
“Are you sure you’ve taken my case against this crooked outfit?”*
I assured her, pressing her hand.
“I’ve already told you my strategy. Don’t worry. They charge me that I fuck beautiful Musalmān houseladies as my fee to save them from everything against them whatsoever the hell it may be. Nevertheless they never charge me I don’t protect them.”
“That’s right, ma’am,” Al Nādir Al Haibat interposed sarcastically, “If you’ve let Durgesh fuck you, you can commit any crime including first degree murder even. Durgesh would never let you punished. That’s guaranteed. Durgesh has already saved hundreds of beautiful Musalmān houseladies who committed first-degree murders of their Musalmān husbands/mankind. Every one of them is now Durgesh’s highly respected Live in relationship partner. Even the Supreme Court has declared them innocent. Their other Musalmān mankind were framed successfully by Durgesh and serving lifetime sentence or have gone to gas chamber.”
I was suddenly startled.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid’s extremely beautiful right Musalmān hand suddenly slipped and, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, it was on my Uncut Hindu Lund without any previous ultimatum.
“Thank you,” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was suddenly rock hard.
Nevertheless, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid didn’t remove her palm from there.
I smiled triumphantly at Al Nādir Al Haibat.
“Thank you, counselor. I’m immensely grateful to you. Your false charges on me have compensated me with an immeasurably extraordinary compensation.”
Al Nādir Al Haibat had fallen as if from seventh sky.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid squeezed my Hindu erection once more.
Despite I was already fucking Al Taufīq Al Zāhid; I put my left hand around Al Saåīdah Al Wājid’s beautiful Musalmān waist, pulled her to myself and kissed her on her red crimson welcoming lips.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid returned my kiss immensely indebted to me.
Her arms were suddenly around my neck.*
Everyone, it seemed, was staring at Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.
For Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad it was frightening to see that in each person’s eyes, without exception, there was registered a look of horror.
Within thirty minutes, the group, grown larger from the arrival of other members of the Board of Directors, had assembled in the Conference Room.
They stood now in a semicircle, with an opening in the center for two still photographers and two television camerawomen representing the press pool, clustered around the long dark mahogany table.
Once, while waiting, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had asked Al Jalāl Al Tayyab if she had any person more whom she might wish to have witness the ceremony.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab confirmed my arm around her waist, smiled proudly at her husband, Al Zahīr Al Muħammad, and replied confidently.
“Certainly not. If Durgesh is with me, it’s more than even optimum for me.”
Al Zahīr Al Muħammad felt himself immensely insulted.
Yet, he knew he was too powerless to do anything.
Once, minutes ago, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had beckoned to Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad and Al Hilāl Al Tayyab and demanded Al Qur’an Al Karīm.
Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad brought the copy of Al Qur’an Al Karīm and gave it to Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.
She still couldn’t believe her Bhābhījān, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, was now the Chairperson of Islamic Chamber of Commerce.
The more Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad hated her Bhābhījān, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, the more Al Jalāl Al Tayyab progressed.
Allah, won’t she ever be punished for what she had done to Al Zahīr Al Muħammad, Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad’s ever loving, ever careful, real elder brother?
Al Zubaydah Al Muħammad found herself still standing next to Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid leaned against the high backed leather chair bearing the tiny brass nameplate:
‘Vice President, Islamic Chamber of Commerce’.
No, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid wasn’t herself Vice President, Islamic Chamber of Commerce.
It was Muħammad Ůsmān still now.
A gambler, a criminal, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid grimaced.
She still could not believe they let it happen.
Allah, how these miracles are taking place after all?
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has successfully established Democracy in Saåūdī Årab.
The entire Muslim World couldn’t stop her.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was too shrewd to be defeated by even entire Muslim World.
Entire Non-Muslims supported him, despite his daughter’s so arrogant behavior with the Non Muslimahs.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan openly wanted to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
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All day at work, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī tried to banish images of my Uncut Hindu Lund from her mind.
The more Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī fought it, the more clearly she could see my long, hard Uncut Hindu Shaft with the shiny purple mushroom tip and the tight balls perfectly in place.
Is Durgesh really sixty four?
Hell, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī can’t believe it.
Allah, how she hated this man.
His entire life is nothing except his ever dirty, ever nāpāk, Uncut Hindu Lund in extremely tāhirāt, extremely muqaddas, muqaddastarīn, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunts.
And his Musalmān friends!
She understood them perfectly too.
They deliberately make Durgesh their friend.
It was the excuse they used to bring Durgesh to their homes and introduce their beautiful Musalmān wives to him so that they could get rid of their perfectly loyal and faithful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives.
Are they really Musalmīn?
They deliberately keep their ever tāhirāt, ever muqaddasāt, ever sacred Musalmān wives, hungry for sex under this or that pretext.
Then they make friendship with Durgesh, the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu that has so unashamedly established his Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire even.
The bloody munāfiqīn know very well that if their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives are kept hungry for sex deliberately, and they meet Durgesh, the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu, however hard their Musalmān wives fight to keep their Musalmān husband’s trust, Durgesh is infinitely expert in making them to surrender to his infinite dirty sexual Hindu lust for them.
Once Durgesh succeeds, and Durgesh never failed, not even a single time, the bloody munāfiqīn divorce their otherwise perfectly loyal Musalmān wives and marry another fresh Musalmān Beauties.
Allah, isn’t it a vicious circle the entire Muslimahs are facing every now and then?*
After breakfast, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had gone into the bathroom without knocking and seen Durgesh fucking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend, Al Taqaddus Al Islam, on the shower stall.
“Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī!” Al Taqaddus Al Islam shouted, but it was too late; Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had already seen us.
Actually All of Durgesh.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had no idea Durgesh, 64 and a senior, was as hung as he was.
He was as big if not bigger than most men she had seen in the porn movies.
Yes, Muħammad could not satisfy Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
It was a blunder to marry Muħammad, even after his so grand an exposure, in Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club, by his then wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
Someone else could have committed suicide.
But not Muħammad.
On the contrary, Muħammad’s friendship with Durgesh had more deepened instead.
Everyone was surprised and dumbfounded.
How the hell someone could be as shameless as Muħammad was.
“Why?” Muħammad argued furiously, “whatsoever was done, it was done by my then ever sex hungry wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah. She used Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund as an excuse. Durgesh was used by my then ever cunning wife. What Durgesh has done? He even resisted, but…”
Everyone was dumbfounded hearing Muħammad’s such utmost absurd excuses.
Yet, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī married Muħammad.
She needed an ever competent manager for her Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī Multi National Group of Companies.
She was a trillionaire.
What scared her most was that each time Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī thought of it, she could feel a tingle in her loins and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot moisten.
When she got home late that day, she was surprised to find that her panties were drenched.
Allah, no Hindu please.
Not Durgesh, the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī threw them in the hamper and slid on a new pair.
I myself couldn’t stop thinking of Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
Everything she did around me was sexualized now.
She could be watching the internet or TV, still it made me hard.
The outfits she wore made me hard; the way she chastely, honorably kissed my cheek or forehead, as I was her Nandoī, her brother in law after all, made me hard.
The scent of her in the bathroom after Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had used it made me hard.
The sight of her folded undies on her bed made me hard.
It was a torture living in that house with her, having a semi-permanent hard on around her.
Finally I confided in a friend about the feelings he was having about Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
“Is that all?” the friend smiled.
“You don’t think that’s weird?” I looked at her.
“Please,” the beautiful Musalmān lady said. “If you think that’s hot, listen to this. Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī lets me use her underwear to finger me in. Once she even helped me, so long as I promised not to tell my parents.”
“What do you mean ‘helped you’?”
“I mean, she fingered me off with her own hand!”
Durgesh smiled fucking her.
“How was it?”
“How was it? Are you kidding me, it was amazing. I don’t know where Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī learned it, but she knows how finger me off better than I do myself.”
“And she doesn’t mind?”
“Hell no. She even said that she’d rather I be doing this stuff at home with her, than Allah målūm, God knows, where with whom catching some horrible disease.”
“Gee, that makes sense,” I said. “I had never though of it that way before. It’s safer.”
“Yeah,” the extremely beautiful Musalmān lady grinned, constricting her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Lund. “It’s safer and it sure as hell is hotter. I don’t have to waste my time dating anyone except you, Durgesh darling, and taking them out to dinner. All I have to do is knock on Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī’s door, butter her up and let things happen.”
“How do you butter her up?” I smiled.
“You know. All I have to do is tell her how much I love her and hug her and give her kisses and tell her how beautiful she is. It never fails.”
“It’s that easy?”
“Yup, once you find out she wants it as much as you do, it is.”*
She marched inside extremely excited.
“Ammī, do you know that Durgesh has a huge penis?”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad almost spit out the tea she was drinking.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad sat down next to me at the kitchen table.
“What?” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad sputtered.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was grinning.
“Yeah. Durgesh just walked by my room naked after his shower. I guess he didn’t know I was in there. I didn’t get a great look at it, but it looked massive.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad frowned.
“It was just flopping all around, It was freakin’-”
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, that’s your phūphājī you’re talking about.”
“I know, but the size of that thing. Ammī, you can’t believe it. Have you seen it?”
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad! Of course I haven’t seen it.” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad said bitterly, “I wasn’t there in Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club, when your Abbū’s now former wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, shamelessly exhibited it to your Abbū and the rest of everyone present there.”
“It’s really something to be put in Exhibition, Ammī.”
“Lighten up, Ammī. Is Abbū big?”
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.”
“Is he?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad insisted mischievously.
“Um, I think Muħammad is pretty average, not so smallest as Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah say and the media is repeating constantly being bribed by Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah constantly to justify herself. I don’t know.”
“Durgesh must get it from his side of the family then.”
He doesAl Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was instantly reminded of the time she’d caught Durgesh fucking her friend, Al Taqaddus Al Islam, when Al Taqaddus Al Islam had come to visit her.
She watched Durgesh and Al Taqaddus Al Islam fucking passionately shamelessly.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew, her friends fuck Durgesh.
That was the real reason they were her friends.
Durgesh’s penis appeared to her as if it was a foot long.
“Um, I don’t know. So, what do you have planned for today?”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad talked about how her and her college friends were getting together later that day, but her constant smile told Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was still thinking about her phūphājī, Durgesh.
Allah, how crazy we Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies are for Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad sighed.
It was really unique and legendary.
Late that night, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard some noise in the hallway and got out of bed.
She opened her bedroom door a crack and saw Al Fātimah Al Muħammad near Durgesh ‘s room.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad whispered, stepping into the hallway. “What are you doing?”
“Um, just going to the bathroom.”
“The bathroom’s that way,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad said pointing the opposite way.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, and started walking back towards Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.
“What were you really doing?”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad looked at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad for a Moment . “I just wanted to see it again, okay?”
In the dim light, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad saw her grin.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, no! He’s your phūphājī!”
“I just want to see it, Ammī. Just for a minute. I just wanna see if it was as big as it looked.”
She walked back to Durgesh ‘s room.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad!”
She looked back at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad and then opened my door and went in.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad quickly followed.
I was lying on my back, my comforter covering most of his lower half.
From a couple of inadvertent glimpses of my bare butt, and one time my balls — which, now that Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought about it were pretty big — Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew Durgesh slept naked.
Well, the the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu, she smiled mischievously.
Actually it was the other way round.
The ever horny beautiful Muslimāt fuck Durgesh, Durgesh doesn’t fuck them.
Why otherwise Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had to run her ever utmost infamous Seven Movements?
The street lights illuminated Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s wicked grin as she crept over to the side of the bed and got to her knees.
“Do you think he’s wearing anything?” she asked.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad didn’t say that Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew he wasn’t.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, c’mon, this has gone far enough. What if he wakes up?”
Why the hell she isn’t stopping her daughter strictly?
Why taking it so softly?
But Al Fātimah Al Muħammad is an ever insistent ever persistent young lady.
Any strict behaviour with her will produce exactly the opposite result.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad scoffed.
“Durgesh ? He could sleep through an earthquake. Actually, he did sleep through an earthquake once, didn’t he? He fucks his Musalmān yalāyalīs 24x7x365. That’s why he is so tired that …”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad slowly lifted the comforter off me, and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad saw her eyes grew wide.
“Allah! Holy shit!”
She moved the comforter so that I was full exposed.
Allah! Good God, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought.
Durgesh does really have a huge penis.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad looked up at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, beaming.
“Look at the size of this thing, Ammī! And it’s not even hard!”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was startled at her daughter’s boldness.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was at least six inches long and probably five around.
It had a nice big head to match and seemed to be completely hairless.
It was the first penis even Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad ‘d seen in person in almost a year, and although it disgusted Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad a little, she could feel her own panties start to moisten.
“How big do you think this monster will get?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad asked.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, c’mon, you’ve seen it, okay? Let’s go.”
“Alright.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad stared at my Uncut Hindu Lund for another Moment, reluctantly covered me up again and followed her Ammī out of the room.
“Did you see the size of that thing, Ammī? Biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad watched her daughter go back to her room, worriedly.
By the time she herself got back into bed, her own pussy was soaked.
How could she blame her daughter?*
When Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī got home that day, I met her at the door and hugged and kissed her.
She was overwhelmed.
“Wow, what do I owe this for, my Hindu Nandoī, the ever infamous Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies?” she said, smiling and teasing me.
I smiled too. “I don’t know. Just for being such a great Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.”
“How many wives your ‘sālā Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam’ (?) has? Breaking the record of the original Muħammad Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam? Kambakħt every so called Musalmān, named Muħammad, thinks he himself is Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam.”
I hadn’t released new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, still, from my embrace.
My right Hindu palm was still on her ever gorgeous Musalmān buttocks.
She felt my Uncut Hindu Lund rising between her legs.
She looked into my eyes and enjoyed my erection mischievously, between her legs.
“What about the Kħadījahs? Aren’t they themselves countless too?” I looked into her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes too, “And don’t they too think they are Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid razī Allahu tålā ånahā themselves?”
She smiled and changed the subject prudently.
“Ahhh,” Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī cooed and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī hugged me back. “If you keep this up, you’ll get that my Nanads, my sisters in law jealous of me too.”
But I didn’t care what her Nanads think anymore; I wanted her, my own Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
Dinner was a quiet affair, candle lit with a lot of shy glances shot across the table.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī couldn’t shake the feeling that she was on a date of sorts.
Allah, date with Durgesh?
She must be crazy.
Only because he has played somewhat with her buttocks, and consequently hardened somewhat between her legs, she thinks he wants her too?
Isn’t she being somewhat over confident now?
“Listen,” she said. “I’m sorry I barged in on you this morning.”
I smiled it off. “It’s fine. I mean, it’s not like it isn’t anything you haven’t seen before, right? Moreover, you are most welcome whenever you want to see it again.”
“Shut up. Your sālā Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam will murder me.” she smiled, although it was something Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī hadn’t seen before.
I was hung like a horse.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī hesitated, then said, she couldn’t hold back anymore, she said, “How long has it been like that? I mean,” she said, “how long have you been,” she gulped, “hardening on me?”
I was matter of fact suddenly.
I looked at her.
“I guess since last year. It grew a lot that year, on you.”
“I can see that,” she said, regretting it immediately. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s fine, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī. Chill out. I am not offering a baby, my baby to you. It’s natural physical reaction of our bodies, you know. What do you think, I am not aware of the fact that if I harden on you, you wet on me too?”
“Allah, Durgesh, that’s the limit, shut up.” Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī felt embarrassed. She looked at me complaining,
“We may have our own natural physical reactions, we can’t help it. But please, let it go at that.”
Okay.” I smiled, “Now why don’t you draw yourself a bath and relax?”
“That’s very nice of you, to suggest it.” she said, getting up. “Thank you.”
I’m a real horny toad, my darling, was what I thought.
Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī went upstairs to the bathroom.
She plugged the drain in the tub, ran some hot water, lit some candles and started to undress.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī threw her dirty clothes into the hamper slid herself into the hot bath.
She let herself soak.
Soon her hand found her clit and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and she started to think of My Uncut Hindu Lund.
In the morning, Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, was still wearing her bathrobe.
I went to her and hugged her.
“Easy there, mister,” she said, pushing me away.
I hadn’t realized I had morning wood, and it was pressing it up against Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
She pretended to be shocked but deep down she liked how hard and big it felt against her tummy.
Yes, she too gets wet on Durgesh whenever Durgesh’s ever erect Uncut Hindu Lund touches her between her legs.
If Durgesh has a right to harden on her, why similarly she herself doesn’t have a right to wet on Durgesh?
They aren’t brother and sister.
They are brother in law and sister in law.
In law, Not actually.
“Now,” she said, “what do you want for breakfast?”
Later that day, when Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, came home from work, I put my plan into action.
I told her how beautiful she was and how much I loved her.
“Awwwe, why thank you honey.”
And then I hugged her and kissed her, which was she was fine with until I tried to kiss her on the mouth.
“What’s gotten into you, Durgesh? I’m your Salhaj, your sister in law,. Not some hussy you met at a bar.”
“Well, I think I took some more liberty erroneously, than you are ready to give me. I’m sorry,” I said gravely.
“Okay. It’s alright if you say so. Will you be kind enough to leave me alone for a moment?”
“Oh, sure, why not?”
I smiled and moved to my room.
After a few moments, I heard a knock at the door.
It was Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had come to apologize to me.
“I’m sorry I blew up at you. I guess it’s been hard on us. It was your natural physical reaction. What a kiss when you already harden between my legs and I wet on your Hindu erection usually. Let’s kiss and make up.”
So, it was this?
She had regretted immediately that she hadn’t allowed me to kiss on her mouth.
This time, she wasn’t taking any chances?
I hugged and gave her just a peck on the cheek.
Somehow this felt unsatisfying to both me and Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
She drew tiny circles on the back of my hand and smiled,
“I guess it’s O.K. if you kiss me on the mouth every now and then. But don’t make it a habit, O.K.? Will it do?”
“O.K.,” I smiled too.
“So what are you waiting for then?”
I closed my eyes, leaned in and kissed Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī on her extremely beautiful red crimson lips.
It was a dry and chaste kiss until Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī opened her mouth and kissed me back.
Instinctively, I opened my mouth too and soon we were sucking on each other’s tongues.
I felt my mind drift and forgot completely that the person I was kissing was Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, not my own wife.
“That was my fault,” she said. “I got carried away.”
She bit down on her lower lip, walked away and shut herself in her bedroom.
She couldn’t believe Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had just French kissed e.
It wasn’t sin, gunāh, yet, but it wasn’t far either.
She went to bed, determined not to let her desires get the better of her.*
The next morning she was standing in the kitchen when I came in.
I kissed her good morning on the cheek.
She kissed me back, then thought, what the hell, and pulled me close and planted one on my lips.
My mind was spinning.
As I stood there in the kitchen French kissing Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī my hands, which were wrapped around her waist, fell to her buttocks and this I could hear made Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī moan.
Nevertheless she pulled up my hands so they were back at her waist.
“You shouldn’t do that to your Salhaj, your sister in law, at least when we kiss.” she said afterward. “Kissing me is one thing; groping me at the same time, is another.”
“I promise I won’t rape you.”
“I’m afraid I thought you were going to.”
“Never,” I looked into her eyes gravely, “yes, I was about to make love to you. But it was only a suggestion. If you turn it down, you have every damn right to do so. No hard feelings from me on that. Is it alright with you?”
new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī smiled at me,
“Sure, sorry I turned you down.”
“It’s all right. It’s a woman’s right to choose who may enter her and who can’t.”
I told my friend about my make out session with Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī and my friend patted me on the shoulder.
“She’ll be yours in no time. Just make sure you don’t cum too early.”
Easier said than done, I thought, especially considering how hot Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī was.
At work, Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī thought about the scene in the kitchen with me and how my hands had instinctively reached for her ass.
Yet, it was natural.
She had herself dreamed of me, when kissing her, always grabbing for her behind.
This made her smile.
Secretly, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had liked it and it had made her moan but she didn’t want to give me the idea.
I was her Nandoī, her brother in law and she was my Salhaj, my sister in law.
In Hinduism it wasn’t any sin for me to fuck my Musalmān Salhajs.
Lord Bhagvān Vishñu had made love to his Salhajs, his sisters in law, Vr’ndā and Tulsī.
But in Islam, it was a sin, a gunāh.
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6. On Hinduism
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1: Of my Musalmān friends
Aħmad Ħabīb laughed at Aħmad Nadīm.
“Do you still believe Durgesh doesn’t fuck your wife, Al Nādirah Al Jamāl?”
Aħmad Nadīm smiled.
“It was my fault, Aħmad Ħabīb.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nadīm Mansion is rather a large house. More than ten thousand tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān houseladies live there.”
Aħmad Ħabīb didn’t say anything.
He watched Aħmad Nadīm trying to understand his predicament.
Durgesh had hit Aħmad Nadīm almost everywhere.
Even then, Aħmad Nadīm was not against Durgesh.
He was still praising him.
“Do you remember why I took Durgesh to my Nadīm Mansion?”
Aħmad Ħabīb remembered.*
Muħammad Åbdullah could not believe what Aħmad Nadīm had suggested.
“Are you crazy?”
“Didn’t you yourself requested Durgesh to fuck your extremely beautiful sixteen real sisters? Were you too crazy then?”
Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Aħmad Nadīm gravely.
“That was an entirely different matter, Aħmad Nadīm. All my sixteen sisters were too beautiful to digest their exceedingly extraordinary Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty. They were so proud of it that they wanted to exhibit it to everyone.”
“I know.” Aħmad Nadīm said sympathetically.
“All of them were proud nudists feminists. I knew no Musalmān was as crazy as to marry any of them. My sisters were themselves against marriage institution ab initio. What the hell else could I do? If I hadn’t requested Durgesh to have Live in relationship with them, they might have become sluts despite their so much divine extraordinary Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty.”
“You are right.” Aħmad Nadīm nodded understandingly, “I too have a similar problem. Not exactly identical with yours, but nevertheless identical somewhat at least.”*
I looked down when Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, said,
“Get some cash from my purse.” She wasn’t looking up any more, but when I looked down, I saw that her robe had ridden up a little and I saw part of her inner thigh where her legs were curled up under her sideways.
“It’s no problem, Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife. I’ll get it.” For some reason I looked over at Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm and she had this impish grin on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face before turning back to the television.
“No, let me get it. You don’t need to buy dinner.”
I relented and ordered over the phone before heading out to pick up dinner.
“Want some company?” Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm asked, sitting up on the couch.
“I don’t know. I hate to leave Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, here alone right now.”
“I’ll be fine, Durgesh. Go ahead,” Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, insisted.
“Great!” said Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm, popping up off the couch before walking to the front door to slip on her flip-flops.
I followed her out the front, locking the door behind me.
It made me feel better since Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, was alone.
We had replaced all the locks after she kicked Aħmad Nadīm out so he couldn’t come in on his own without breaking down the door or kicking in a window.
And we added a monitored alarm system.
We got into my limousine and we weren’t even out of the cul-de-sac when Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm said,
“Aħmad Nadīm’s a real shitball, huh?”
“I can’t believe he would treat Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, that way. He never knew what he had.”
“No, I guess not. But some guys are assholes.”
“But we know what he had, don’t we?” She stopped looking out the window and looked at me instead.
“Gimme a break. You guess. Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife’s the total package! She’s generous and loving, she’s in great shape. And she’s beautiful. Don’t you think?”
“I don’t know. She’s Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife.” This drew a snicker. “What? Why are you laughing?”
“It’s okay to say your friend’s wife’s pretty. I think she’s pretty.”
“Yeah, I guess she’s pretty.” Another snicker.
“Do you think I’m pretty?”
“What? Yeah…I guess. Yeah, you’re pretty.”
“Who’s prettier? Me or Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife?”
“Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm, come on.”
“What?” she laughed. “Just answer the question, Durgesh.”
“Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm, seriously. Stop.” I was getting somewhat irate now.
“Okay, just answer that one question and I’ll stop. Me or Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife?”
I sighed and drove quietly for a minute.
Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm didn’t say a word. She could tell I wasn’t ignoring her, but was thinking.
“Well…I can’t say one of you is prettier than the other. You’re both pretty in different ways. I mean…that didn’t come out right…you’re both beautiful. But you look so different that I can’t just say one of you is prettier. There’s stuff about both of you that I like, but I can’t just say that either of you is prettier than the other one.” I looked over at her for just a second to see how she responded.
“Good answer. I can live with that.” Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm nodded and just looked out the window for the next couple of minutes while we approached the shopping center.
Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm chose to wait in the car while I went in and picked up the sandwiches and two big styrofoam boxes of fries.
When I got in the car I handed the bag to Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm who set it on her lap.
She didn’t say anything until I turned out onto the main road.
“You know I think you look good, too,” she muttered.
“What was that?” I asked, not sure what I heard.
Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm cleared her throat.
“I said you look good, too. My friends always said you were hot. I don’t disagree.” I looked at her, but she was still looking out her side window.
I just laughed a little to myself and shook my head.
“Are your friends crazy? I’m sixty four already. Too big for them. Isn’t it? Well…thanks…anyway.”
“What? You are. Even if you are really sixty four, we doubt very much however that.You’re well-built, have nice eyes, funny, and you’re super sweet. Like the way you have always taken care of Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, and me. It’s nice. All that stuff is very sexy. That’s the kind of stuff women want in a man. Face it, Durgesh,” she laughed, “you’re all that and a bag of Funyuns.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes.
“This isn’t awkward at all, coming from my friend’s daughter.”
She just looked away again, and said,
“Well it’s still true. And it isn’t any issue at all that you are sixty four and my friends and myself are teenagers. It doesn’t make any difference at all. We love experienced male, instead of a male child that’s as inexperienced as we ourselves are. Never forget we are ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān. Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā deliberately married Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam, six times to her in age. We have our Īmān on it that it was an ideal marriage. Every Musalmān has the same faith, if s/he is really a Musalmān.”
Nothing was said for a few miles before Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm said,
“Allah, God, this bag is hot on my legs. Feel this.” Before I could respond, she grabbed my free hand which was resting on the arm rest, lifted the bag, and put my hand on her upper thigh, right up against her shorts. “See? Feel how hot I am?”
“Yeah…uh…” I tried to move my hand, but Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm pressed her hand into mine and kept it there.
I was getting a little turned on, especially after my recent shower-vision, but I still had to maintain some control.
I had to fight to keep from squeezing her extremely beautiful smooth perfectly round hot Musalmān thigh.
I hoped that when I got out I wouldn’t have an erection, or at the very least, that Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm wouldn’t notice that I had one.
Well, I myself smiled on my hope against hope.
No Musalmān Beauty, no extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady, ever unnoticed my Hindu erection for her.
Neither even acted so.
Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm finally let me move my hand when we entered our neighborhood, and when we got out of the car, I had a definite tent pole.
My shorts attested to the fact.
And, Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm had teasingly, deliberately, offered to carry the food and got out of the car before I could object.
I had no help there too.
“Come on, slowpoke. Ammī is waiting.” She enjoyed my extremely obvious Hindu erection for her, teasing me immensely.
I rounded the car.
Her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes immediately shot to my Hindu crotch and she impishly smiled as she turned to walk toward the house.
Do her extremely beautiful Musalmān buttocks always move that much?
Dammit, Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm!
I caught up and unlocked the front door, but while I turned to lock it from the inside, I heard Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm blurt out,
“Ammī, Durgesh thinks we’re hot!”
“What?!” I heard the recliner springs pop as it swiveled around. “Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm, what are you talking about?” she laughed.
I walked into the living room right about then and Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm gave me that killer smile that she had always given me when she’s teasing me.
“Weeeelllll, we were talking in the car about how much Aħmad Nadīm didn’t know what he had in you, and Durgesh said you were hot…”
“Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm,” I tried to interrupt.
“…so I asked him who was hotter, you or me…
“Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm!” Louder this time.
“…and he couldn’t decide. Right, Durgesh?” She and Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, both just looked at me and my face was suddenly hot.
“Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife…” I stammered, “…see…that’s not correct …Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm herself called Aħmad Nadīm a shitball and said he didn’t know what he had. I only agreed. Then SHE said you were pretty and asked if I agreed. I said I did, and she started asking who was prettier, her or you, and I said neither. You’re both pretty, but I couldn’t compare because you’re so different. There. That’s what happened.”
Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, smiled and looked back and forth between Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm and me.
Then they both started laughing.
I was smiled too, but Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, got up, came around the counter as she laughed and kissed me on the cheek, saying,
She patted my hand.
Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm walked up.
Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, gave her a kiss on the cheek and said,
“And so are you, even though you’re a stinker! Don’t do that to Durgesh.”
She smacked Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm on the rear end playfully and walked to the refrigerator.
When Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, turned to go to the fridge, Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm got in front of me to get glasses out of the cabinet and pressed her tremendously striking smooth perfectly round hot Musalmān ass against my Hindu crotch as she reached.
I was still semi-hard, but that wasn’t enough for her apparently because she wiggled her extremely beautiful Musalmān buttocks back and forth, rubbing her butt against me, just for a second.
But it was there.
I backed up teasing her impishly.
She looked over her shoulder and smiled before looking down at my Hindu crotch for a second.
She looked back into my eyes for a Moment still smiling, before retrieving the glasses and taking them over to fill with ice.
Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, poured the soda while I unwrapped the cheese steaks and divided the fries on each of the three paper plates.
“OH! Here’s something else we talked about, Ammī!”
I looked up, cautious, the video of our trip replaying in my mind.
I could determine what she was going to talk about.
“Don’t say anything that’s going to embarrass him, baby,” Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, said.
“I don’t know why he would be embarrassed. All I said was that a lot of my friends thought he was cute and that I thought that any tremendously striking hot Musalmān girl would be lucky to have Durgesh.”
“Mmm, that doesn’t sound so bad.” Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, looked at me. “Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm’s right, Durgesh. You invariably make a young Musalmān lady very happy.” Her voice seemed a little sad.
“Or maybe even an older Musalmān Beauty,” Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm winked.
She quickly looked at me before shifting her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes to Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, and back, and wriggled her eyebrows before bursting out laughing as my eyes got wide.
Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, just laughed along, missing it, and said,
“Or an older Musalmān Beauty, if that’s what you want.” She looked up at me from pouring drinks. “Is that what you’re into? Older Musalmān Beauties?”
“I… I don’t know! Eīshān, God! Why are you both…just…damn you!” I marched out of the kitchen and went up to my room, slamming the door behind me.
I paced back and forth wondering how the hell I was supposed to get out of this.
What did Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm want from me?
Why was she teasing me?
What did Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, know?
How did all this start?
My thoughts were swimming aimlessly and I felt completely out of control.
I was somewhat exhausted from the day.
It wasn’t long before there was a knock on my door.
“What?” I snapped.
The door opened a little bit, slowly and Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm peeked through the crack, gradually sliding her head through as she opened the door further.
“Durgesh?” she asked timidly. “Can I come in?”
Her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes were full of sadness, not like the Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm I saw just a few minutes ago.
“What, Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm?” I asked.
She opened the door and kept one hand on the knob, her other hand tracing the hem of her shorts idly.
“I’m sorry I made you mad. I didn’t mean to. I was just playing.”
Turning to look at her, between paces, I asked,
“Why the hell did you go and tell Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, about our talk in the car? As a matter of fact, what was all that talk in the car anyway? What were you thinking?”
“Listen, Durgesh, I know I shouldn’t have pushed you like that and I was out of line. I promise we can talk about it later tonight, but right now, Ammī’s waiting for us. She sent me up here to apologize. Please forgive me.” She had her puppy dog eyes on.
I sighed and nodded.
“You know I can’t stay mad at you.”
Her puppy pout always made me smile and she knew it.
She smiled back and ran to hug me, saying,
“Thank you, Durgesh.”
She wrapped her arms around my waist and squeezed me, and my arms automatically wrapped around her shoulders.
Her hair had that chronic smell of some kind of fruity shampoo and chlorine.
I loved it.
I kissed her on the head, which wasn’t uncommon, and served to let her know I was sincere in my acceptance.
She backed up and quickly planted a quick kiss on my lips before turning and quickly leaving my room.
“But we’re still talking later, right?” I called after her.
She was in the hall, but her head whipped back into the door with a big smile and she said, “Promise” before waving and disappearing around the Corner again.
I rolled my eyes and followed her downstairs, feeling a little better, but still uneasy.
When I grabbed my plate and glass to sit on the couch, Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, asked if I was all right.
I smiled at her and said,
“Just a tough day. I’ll be okay.”
She had a sorrowful look on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
“I’m sorry, Durgesh.”
“It’s okay, Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife. Not your fault.” I cleared my throat and looked away.
Her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes had started tearing up.
“What are we watching?” I asked more cheerfully, trying to change the mood.
They had decided on not only a comedy, but one of my favorites.
I knew they were doing it for me and was grateful.
The cheese steaks were delicious as always and the movie put us all in a lighter mood.
I knew they enjoyed it because they laughed more as great lines were approaching and even quoted along with the movie, something my friend,Aħmad Nadīm, used to abhor.
“Shut the fuck up,” he would slur, his beer or bourbon swinging in his hand.
As if he could follow or remember the movie anyway.
We had enjoyed our movies a lot more this year with him gone.
When the movie was over, Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, was clearly exhausted.
She had a habit of falling asleep during movies, but not tonight.
“I’m turning in,” she said. “You guys lock up for me?” she asked as she got out of her chair.
“Sure, Ammī,” Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm said.
Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm and I stood up so Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, wouldn’t have to bend down, and Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, kissed us each on the cheek and told us she loved us.
We returned it of course.
She shuffled upstairs as Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm gathered the glasses to wash in the sink.
She turned on the water and I leaned up against the counter while she waited for the water to heat up.
“Well,” I said, “what’s up?”
She knew what I meant.
“Right here. Right now. Spill it.”
She sighed as she squirted soap onto the sponge and picked up the first glass.
“How do I start?” A pause. “Okay. I don’t want you to be mad or embarrassed because I’m not.”
She began washing the glasses, never looking at me as she told the story.
“Today when I saw you with Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, taking care of her, my heart broke. But when you told me what you did to Aħmad Nadīm, I fell over the edge.”
“Let me finish,” she cut me off. “This is hard enough as it is. I’ve always looked up to you, Durgesh.”
I thought that first glass should have been clean by now, but she continued to scrub. “My friends would tease me about how cute you were, but I would just laugh and roll my eyes as they went on about you. But the truth was that I knew they were right. They talked about how cute you were, and how sweet, but I knew the real Durgesh. They were only scratching the surface of who you were. Are.
“You have always been my cheerleader. My support. Whenever I would look up in the stands at my games and meets, it was always you and Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife. Never Aħmad Nadīm. Every goal I scored or every time my name was called, you two were always on your feet, cheering and lots of times calling my name. I remember some of the posters you made for my games. I think one of the things that stood out the most, though, was when Tribhuvan broke up with me right before homecoming. Even though you had graduated, you came home and took me to the dance because it was my senior year and I wanted to go so bad.” She was tearing up a little bit.
I put my hand on her shoulder.
“Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm, I didn’t…”
“No, it’s okay, Durgesh.” She finally moved to a second glass. “Besides…I’ve seen the way you look at me.” She looked up at me “In my bikini. In my homecoming dress. And tonight when I was lying on the couch. I know how you feel about me, Durgesh.”
My face got grave again.
I didn’t say or respond.
I didn’t say she was wrong, but I kept my feelings a secret.
I kept to myself how truly beautiful I thought my friend’s daughter was.
She has always been very perceptive.
She didn’t look upset.
I took a small step which put me right on top of her.
She turned toward me.
I placed my hand on the side of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
She bit her lip.
I leaned down and gently touched my lips to hers.
Only for a Moment.
Her lips were soft, so soft.
She didn’t back away or push me back at all.
It seemed as if she relaxed into it, instead.
I pulled back a little to look into her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes.
She smiled just a little and she turned to place the sponge and glass in the sink.
Wiping the suds on her hands on the front of her shirt, she leaned in and placed her arms around my neck.
I kissed her again.
My mouth opened slightly, mirroring her own, and I gently slid the tip of my tongue along her upper lip.
She shuddered and moaned before her own tongue touched mine.
Our kiss escalated to apprehensively exploring each other with our writhing pink muscles.
She was a great kisser.
My arms caressed her back and waist and I couldn’t help but grow in my shorts.
My friend’s daughter moaned into my mouth and pressed herself harder against me.
One arm quickly moved off my neck and I almost immediately felt her hand on my Hindu crotch, searching me out.
I broke off the kiss and backed away. “No…we shouldn’t.”
She never took her hand off and she followed me forward.
“Yes. We must.” She reached up to kiss me again and I let her, but came to my senses again quickly.
“Not here.” I looked around.
“Ammī?” She understood and smiled.
“Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, your Ammī, sure.” I repeated.
“Get the lights. I’ll finish these glasses.” She scrubbed the last two glasses in record time, rinsing them and placing them in the drainer just as I finished turning off the last lamp.
She was waiting for me at the hall to the foyer and she practically dragged me toward the front door.
I checked the lock and set the alarm before we hurried toward the stairs, hand in hand.
Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm had a giddiness to her step and a huge smile on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
I was behind her.
Was this really happening?
I chased her up the stairs and she headed to my room.
“Wait,” I said. “Let’s use your room.”
“My bed creaks.”
“My room is right next to Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife’s. She might hear us.”
She seemed to think about it for half a second. “You’re right. My room.” She pushed me back a couple steps, and turned into her room.
I closed the door.
She had never really progressed in her decorations.
Over the years she had moved from Disney princesses on her bedspread and posters, to kittens, to boy bands, and now she was at peace signs and Olympic athletes, particularly swimmers and soccer players.
But her bedding was generic, the walls were the same bright green they had been for years, and she still had a shelf of her most beloved stuffed animals and Disney autograph books from her childhood trip.
She got so many pictures and autographs from the characters that she had to get a second book after the third day and that one was almost full as well.
“How are we gonna do this?” I asked.
Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm was bouncing on her toes, obviously nervous and excited.
I had seen her do this countless times growing up.
Just before she stepped onto the starting block.
While waiting for her name to run onto the soccer field. Waiting for her prom date. And waiting for Al Nādirah Al Jamāl, Aħmad Nadīm’s wife, to open her acceptance, or rejection, letter from college.
She looked around and said,
“OH! Wait! She grabbed the Corner of her bedspread and yanked it onto the floor, then tossed all four pillows onto it.
“Spread this out,” she said as she passed me to get to her closet.
I did as she requested, and while I was still working, her purple velour blanket landed in the middle of it, still folded, albeit loosely after the landing.
I looked up at her with a smile.
I spread the blanket out over the bedspread and before I got the Corner straight, she was on the blanket, kneeling close to me.
I barely caught myself when she jumped on me, but we were quickly locked in a heated embrace, tongues wrestling freely now, no pretense or trepidation.
We both knew how we felt and both knew what we wanted.
Now was not the time to be shy.
She again returned her hand to my Hindu crotch and quickly found my erection, which was painfully hanging down to the left, though struggling to find its way upward against my shorts and boxers.
Åāyeshah Aħmad Nadīm was grabbing at it and it felt like she was trying to bend it up.
“Ow!” I whispered.
She stopped and leaned back a little.
“What’d I do?”
“It’s just…it doesn’t bend that way.” She watched as I reached down and rotated it up to the 12 o’clock from the 5 as if I was turning back the hands of a clock. “There,” I smiled, “that’s better.”
She smiled and kissed me again, this time her hand readily finding my Uncut Hindu Lund she was looking for, resting comfortably against my Hindu stomach.
She stroked it gently and freely, exploring and hopefully becoming more comfortable.
I have to admit she was doing a good job and I began to breathe heavily.
Yet I never let out the occasional involuntary moan others let out.
It showed weakness.
It was a blunder for a man to let a woman/women know about his shortcomings even if he has any.
Of course, a man is too a human being.
Both men and women have their own shortcomings.
But neither of them ever wants to accept it as a fact.
Most of the women, in my life, hated and even cheated their husbands for their human shortcomings.
They wanted their man an ideal one, even if they themselves were not.
They had numerous excuses for why they themselves were not as ideal the women as their husbands wanted them to be.
Nevertheless, they never excused their husbands for any similar shortcomings they had.
They enjoyed sex with me more, because they did never find any shortcomings in me, their foolish husbands either couldn’t get rid of, or couldn’t hide successfully from them.
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He still couldn’t believe what he had seen with his own eyes.
Fātimah Aħmad had been married to Ålī Imām for three years now.
Yet, Ålī Imām couldn’t deny he had seen his wife, his wife, named after Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā, was sucking on my Uncut Hindu Cock in their own living room.
Ålī Imām was watching Fātimah Aħmad and me on the screen of his laptop while sitting in a hotel room 300 miles away and his first thought was to burn the cheating bitch down.
Named after Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā herself.
What the hell did it mean?
How the hell did he know Fātimah Aħmad was named after Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā herself?
Fātimah was not a name, Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had given to his fourth daughter first time in the entire Årab history until then.
Instead, wasn’t it a very very popular name among Årabs even then?
There was an extraordinary beautiful young woman, named Fātimah Marulkħashīmah, who proposed Åbdullah Abū Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam pre marital sex and the ever righteous Åbdullah Abū Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam refused to commit the sin.
For this great character Åbdullah Abū Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam was granted the title of Yusuf-e- Makka Mukarramah.
So, Fūtimah was not a very respectful name then, when Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam named his fourth daughter.
Yet, Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam did it.
Ålī Imām did neither understand it ever, nor he needed too.
Why couldn’t he think Fātimah Aħmad was named after Fātimah Marulkħashīmah, instead of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allahu tålā ånahā?
He thought since he was named Ålī, what a great pair he would make with Fātimah Aħmad.
Well, he himself is responsible for it.
Yet,thinking about not being with Fātimah Aħmad brought suicidal thoughts to Ålī Imām.
Allah, what the hell should Ålī do?
What the hell should Ålī do??
While Ålī Imām watched, I shot my Hindu load down his wife’s throat, making him even angrier than when Ålī Imām saw me enter with her.
Ålī Imām closed the laptop and sat on the bed, crying one minute and raging the next.
Ålī Imām met Fātimah Aħmad her senior year and his first year of graduate school at The University of Tennessee when Ålī Imām was twenty and she twenty one.
Ålī Imām was working on a master’s degree in computer science having graduated from high school at sixteen.
His parents had been killed in an automobile accident and Ålī Imām had to become an emancipated minor to get himself and their estates away from his greedy uncle and his shrewd of a wife.
Ålī Imām paid off the mortgage on the home Ålī Imām now owned with the insurances on his parents and the out of court settlement from the driver who was at fault in the accident.
Ålī Imām took apart, rebuilt his first computer at age eleven and became a computer geek after that.
Fātimah Aħmad literally knocked his 5′ wiry frame down when she rounded a corner in the student union.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” Ålī Imām could barely look her in the face.
Ålī Imām was so focused on her pert breasts jiggling underneath her shirt, obviously unfettered by a bra.
“Let me help you up! I’m Fātimah Aħmad!”
“Thanks, I’m Ålī Imām.” Ålī Imām took her hand and allowed her to pull him up.
Ålī Imām might have been shorter than her, but his already hardening Cock had given him the confidence to make the first move.
“How about you make it up to me by going out with me?”
“Ålī Imām, sorry, I can’t,” Fātimah Aħmad looked down, seeming a bit nervous. “My boyfriend wouldn’t like that.”
“Here, take my number in case you change your mind or need someone to talk to!” Ålī Imām handed her a card with his number, one of the many he kept to give to a woman in case she hesitated to give him hers.
“This isn’t a campus number.” Fātimah Aħmad frowned at Ålī Imām.
“No, it’s my house phone. I commute to class every day.” Ålī Imām answered her.
With that, she hurried off.
Ålī Imām didn’t expect to hear from her again.
He was surprised when she called Ålī Imām two weeks later sobbing over the phone.
“Ålī Imām, Durgesh is cheating on me! I saw him fucking my Bhābhījān. Allah, my Bhāījān would kill me. He had already fought with me that Durgesh would fuck now the entire Musalmān houseladies of our families those are beautiful, once he is fucking me. Ålī Imām, I don’t know what to do!” Fātimah Aħmad managed to say between sobs.
“Dump the Hindu scoundrel and become my girlfriend!” Ålī Imām said to her, trying to be smooth. “I’ll never do anything like that to you!”
“But Durgesh is already fucking my Bhābhījān, Al Åsmat Al Islam.”
“Let him for the time being. Once you are with me, I’d get access to your families. Then I can study Durgesh’s sexual relationship with your Bhābhījān, Al Åsmat Al Islam, properly and we both together may think out some strategy to get rid of this problem too.”*
Fātimah Aħmad was still sobbing, but managing to get control of her breathing.
“”Ålī Imām, I don’t even know you!” I know Ålī Imām, I have to dump Durgesh, but why am, Ålī Imām, I calling you? Ålī Imām, I need to go!” She hung up on him before Ålī Imām could reply.
Ålī Imām had her dorm room number from caller ID.
Ålī Imām called her every other day just trying to talk to her, to get to know her.
After two weeks Fātimah Aħmad agreed to go out with Ålī Imām.
It led to more dates.
Ålī Imām got into her panties on the third date.
Ålī Imām had taken her to a restaurant near his house and offered to give her the grand tour, ending on his king sized bed.
Ålī Imām went slow, not wanting to blow his chance at her extremely attractive still tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
When Ålī Imām had all her clothes off except her panties, Ålī Imām spent fifteen minutes kissing and suckling her breasts and nipples, giving her a long, slow orgasm.
She gasped when Ålī Imām stood and removed his clothes.
“Your Cock is so small!” Fātimah Aħmad said with almostsomewhat scorn. “Ålī Imām, I even don’t know if I can get it! Can it really penetrate?”
“Hey,” Ålī Imām laughed, “you naughty girl. Of course it penetrates. What the hell do you think? Only Durgesh can fuck you?”
“Well,” Fātimah Aħmad sighed, “I’m jealous to my Bhābhījān, Al Åsmat Al Islam. She is really luckier than me.”
Ålī Imām laughed.
“Well, I can’t exactly compete with Durgesh in sex, nevertheless you won’t be as ravenous as your Bhābhījān, Al Åsmat Al Islam was even after sleeping with your Bhāījān.”
“Of course! And why do you call it small anyway? It’s six inch completely. My sisters talk with each other that Durgesh‘s legendary unique Uncut Hindu Penis is itself only six inch originally. It extends even double to its original when Durgesh is excited.”
“I see,” Fātimah Aħmad smiled, “I didn’t know your sisters too fuck Durgesh.”
Ålī Imām smiled proudly.
“Well, my sisters are extremely striking.”
“And it’s only natural that every extremely striking Musalmān young lady must fuck Durgesh. Isn’t it?”
Ålī Imām looked Fātimah Aħmad shrewdly.
“Natural or else, that’s what you entire Musalmān houseladies are doing it now, almost. Don’t you? Then why being jealous of my sisters only?”*
Saiyadah Āmnah, ‘Amy’ Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī called her, and Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī had been married for 5 years.
they had enjoyed amazing sex.
Neither of them expected this as they had a strong religious background and their former spouses did not enjoy sex as they did.
As they explored their inner most desires and fantasies, Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī realized that he wanted to share his gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Saiyadah Āmnah, with me .
Saiyadah Āmnah, Amy, was 5′ 5″ tall, 46 years old with long beautiful legs.
she had studied dance in college.
She had very perky tits.
As Saiyadah Āmnah, Amy, became more adventurous in the bedroom, Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī started to push her to do things that make most of the women uncomfortable, whether they are Musalmān or not.
Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī started out with trying to had nude photographs of her.
This caused quite a strong response from Saiyadah Āmnah, Amy.
She was visibly upset the first time Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī took a nude shot of her in the shower.
She refused photos for a very long time.
Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī did not discuss with her his fantasy of her being with me, a Hindu, infamous for fucking every Musalmān Beauty, every Musalmān houselady, that came in my contact in whatsoever capacity, ever.
Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī’s fantasies did not go away.
Yet, Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī realized he would need to be patient.
Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī’s reward came quicker than Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī himself had anticipated.
Recently, Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī was contacted me.
I wanted to renew our friendship.
Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī smiled.
Allah, his sister, Al Åsmat Al Islam, had ultimately made Durgesh to remember Åbdullah Yūsuf Hāshmī.*
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When Muħammad Åbdullah dated Kħadījah Al Kubrah in college Muħammad Åbdullah knew she was seeing me now and then too.
Our sex was excellent and she seemed to really love the way we made love together.
After dating a year Muħammad Åbdullah asked her to marry him.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah kissed Muħammad Åbdullah very passionately and cried.
She told Muħammad Åbdullah she wanted to think about it for a few days.
Then one evening she put her hands on Muħammad Åbdullah’s shoulders and told Muħammad Åbdullah she loved him.
“I love you Muħammad Åbdullah but I can never marry you. I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”
Muħammad Åbdullah was stunned.
She turned away.
Muħammad Åbdullah saw tears streaming from her eyes.
Muħammad Åbdullah grabbed her arm and pulled her around.
“Why? I think you at least owe me an answer.”
“Muħammad Åbdullah, it just wouldn’t be fair to you. It just wouldn’t be right. I couldn’t do that to you. I just can’t, I love you too much.” She turned again and started away.
Muħammad Åbdullah grabbed her again.
“Hey, that isn’t an answer. What have I done wrong. What the hell did I do?”
Kħadījah Al Kubrah whirled at Muħammad Åbdullah and said,
“NOTHING! You have never done anything wrong. You are a sweet, considerate, loving man. No, any woman would be very lucky to get you. It is not you, it’s me.”
“Kħadījah Al Kubrah, you are killing me. I need to know more. What is wrong with you?”
“Muħammad Åbdullah. There are several reasons. First, I have type A blood, you have type O blood. We might be able to have babies but they would either die before or soon after birth. There are a few successful births with treatment of the mother during pregnancy but it is chancy. Muħammad Åbdullah, I don’t think it would be fair to conceive any child knowing it would likely die. I can’t do that.
The second thing is Durgesh. Muħammad Åbdullah, I still have sex with Durgesh. I can’t stop it. I’m obsessed perhaps as so many other Musalmān Beauties are, other Musalmān houseladies, to have sex with Durgesh.I have slipped off from you and had sex with him several times. He is a wonderful lover with a really huge Uncut Hindu Penis. Muħammad Åbdullah, I don’t know if I can live with out it. You are a wonderful lover too. But you are just not in his class. Oh! We are not in love. I only love you. But I have to have that Uncut Hindu Cock now and then; it is addictive. If I married you Muħammad Åbdullah, I would have to cheat on you now and then. I couldn’t do that. So now you know. You will be much better off with someone else. Now let go of my arm.”*
Muħammad Åbdullah suspected it.
It was no news to him.
He had already argued with himself.
So what? Even Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married Ħazrat Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid after she already had even more than one husband.
He has been named after that great personality.
Can’t he follow Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam in this matter?
It’s easy to enjoy the glory of having that great name.
It’s hard to live that name even in some matters, not in all of them.
Muħammad Åbdullah controlled himself.
“Kħadījah Al Kubrah, if we just live together you wouldn’t be cheating on me. We can adopt a baby or you can find a sperm donor and have a baby. Lots of people have babies that way.”
She stood and looked at Muħammad Åbdullah.
She threw her arms around his neck.
“Oh! Muħammad Åbdullah, you are wonderful, I love you so much. Muħammad Åbdullah, I won’t have babies unless I am married, my parents would disown me. They have a right to have grand children. Let me think about this.”
Muħammad Åbdullah looked into her eyes,
“Kħadījah Al Kubrah, I will do anything. I can’t live with out you. Please think of something. If I don’t hear from you by tomorrow night I will assume you think there is no possible way we can be together. I will not be able to be this close to you and not see you; therefore I will leave for Makka Mukarramah the next morning. I will never bother you again. May I have a good night kiss?”
Kħadījah Al Kubrah kissed Muħammad Åbdullah and cried holding him tightly.
Muħammad Åbdullah said,
“Kħadījah Al Kubrah, I will always love you, Good night.” Muħammad Åbdullah turned and walked away.
Muħammad Åbdullah sat in his little apartment staring at the walls wondering how to get to Makka Mukarramah.
There was a soft rap on the door.
Muħammad Åbdullah looked at the clock.
Muħammad Åbdullah went to the door and opened it.
A warm little body grabbed him and kissed him.
It was Kħadījah Al Kubrah.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah kissed Muħammad Åbdullah and said,
“Muħammad Åbdullah, I love you too Muħammad Åbdullah. You are very smart, tell me how we can do this and Muħammad Åbdullah, I will marry you, Muħammad Åbdullah, I will.”
“Marry me. I will give you my permission to have sex with Durgesh from time to time. you can let him father our children. Will that work for you?” Muħammad Åbdullah said gravely.
“Gosh! Let me think about it.”
“There will have to be a contract between us saying Durgesh will relinquish all claims to the children and that Muħammad Åbdullah will be listed on the birth certificate as the father. No claim can then be made against him for child support or anything. I want you to sign an agreement regarding your sex with Durgesh. Each instance will have to be approved by me in advance.
If you want Durgesh to make you pregnant you will need to schedule it on your most fertile days and go off the pill in advance. You will never be out later than midnight and Muħammad Åbdullah will always be informed as to where you will be. You will never communicate with him in any manner without me seeing or hearing those communications. The frequency will be set at no more than once every six months, subject to review and negotiation biannually. Muħammad Åbdullah will always be treated with the utmost respect and courtesy by both of you. Any breach of this agreement will result in ceasing of your sex sessions with him and/or is grounds for an uncontested divorce. How is that? Will that work for you?”
“It works for me, I’ll ask Durgesh if he will agree with it.”
“You said he didn’t love you, why wouldn’t then he agree? Do you want to marry him? Is that what you want?”
“No Muħammad Åbdullah, I would never marry him. He is a Hindu after all. Sex with a Hindu is one thing, but marriage with a Hindu is quite another thing at all. I hope you are prudent enough to understand the distinction. Muħammad Åbdullah, I don’t even really like him. He is arrogant and self-centered even if he has redeeming features. I could never live with him. He feels the same about me. He says Muħammad Åbdullah, I am the best fuck in the world but other than that he thinks Muħammad Åbdullah, I am not any fun to be around.”
“Ok then, I will wait about leaving until I hear from you. Is two days enough?”
“One day should do it.”
The next day Kħadījah Al Kubrah knocked on his door at 7:30 in the morning.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah was grinning from ear to ear.
“Durgesh agreed to sign the papers. How soon can you have them ready? I’ll get him to sign them as soon as you have them ready.”
“I’ll have them this morning. I’ll meet you here at noon, OK?”
“Oh! Yes, dear. I’ll be here.”
Muħammad Åbdullah drew up the papers and had them checked by a friend who was an attorney.*
He met Kħadījah Al Kubrah at noon and gave her the papers.
Both their signatures needed to be notarized.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah didn’t knock on his door until eight that night.
Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her.
She had a glow on her face.
“You have been fucking Durgesh haven’t you?”
“Yes, a ‘good bye’ fuck. These papers don’t go into effect until we are married. Right?”
Muħammad Åbdullah turned, walked to the window and stared out at the night.
He felt her little hand on his arm.
Muħammad Åbdullah looked down.
Her eyes were huge,
“Did I do wrong, Muħammad Åbdullah?”
“I guess you went by what it said on the paper in some respects. You didn’t pay any attention to the prior approval part though. Actually you are right. The agreement means nothing unless we get married, if we do.”
“What? If we do? What do you mean?”
“Well you seem to want to go by the exact letter of the agreement but not by the intent or spirit of the pact. I guess I need to rethink this. You were with him for eight hours. You left me sitting waiting. In my mind that doesn’t show any respect, courtesy or consideration.” Muħammad Åbdullah led her to the door, maybe you need to say ‘good bye’ to Durgesh again. I’ll think about this, I’ll call you.”
She stared at Muħammad Åbdullah with tears running down her face.
Muħammad Åbdullah softly closed the door,
“We both need to think about this, and I’ll call you.”
The door clicked shut.
Muħammad Åbdullah heard her slide down the door and hit the floor.
Muħammad Åbdullah heard her sobbing.
Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t stand it.
Opened the door, helped her to her feet and sat her in a chair.
Muħammad Åbdullah wet a hand towel and gave it to her.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah wiped her eyes and looked at Muħammad Åbdullah.
Muħammad Åbdullah sat in front of her,
“Kħadījah Al Kubrah, do you remember
Åāyeshah Abu Bakr?”
“Your old girl friend? Yes I remember her. She is very pretty.”
“Well, Åāyeshah Abu Bakr called me yesterday and we talked for a while. She broke up with her boyfriend last month. She asked if she could come over and see me. I asked her if she wasn’t just horny and needed a good fuck. She admitted that was the case. I told her I would get back with her. If you will excuse me I think I will call her now.”
“You are going to fuck her?”
“Well why not? We aren’t married. Can you give me any reason why I shouldn’t? At least I am giving you a little warning.”
“Muħammad Åbdullah,” Kħadījah Al Kubrah said curtly suddenly, “if you really want to marry me, I don’t want you to fuck her.”
“Well, for heaven’s sake why not, I don’t love her, it will just be sex for old times’ sake. She is a very good piece of Musalmān ass.”
Kħadījah Al Kubrah stood up, looked at Muħammad Åbdullah contemptuously and marched out the door.
Her head was held high aggressively.
The next morning when Muħammad Åbdullah returned from a class Kħadījah Al Kubrah was waiting at his door.
He greeted her respectfully.
“We need to talk, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.”*
Muħammad Åbdullah unlocked the door.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah entered and sat at his little kitchen table.
She pointed to the chair opposite her.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah watched Muħammad Åbdullah for a minute then said,
“You didn’t call her, did you?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Oh! Why not?”
“Because it wasn’t worth the hurt it would cause you.”
“I never even considered how what I did would hurt you. It just didn’t occur to me how that would hurt you. How much it has to hurt you to sign that agreement. How much you must love me to even thing of letting me do that. If you ever want another woman, how can I ever refuse you? I do love you Muħammad Åbdullah, Muħammad Åbdullah, I really do, and I just can’t bear the thought of you leaving me. You just taught me a lesson, Muħammad Åbdullah, I won’t forget. Muħammad Åbdullah, I don’t have to put our agreement to use, do I?”
Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at her,
“No, I won’t force you to use the agreement.”*
They were married in a small ceremony a month later.
During the football season they watched Dallas play every Sunday.
Then one day, a year after they were married, Kħadījah Al Kubrah told Muħammad Åbdullah that Dallas was going to play in LA in two weeks.
Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her.
“Are you ready to start our family?”
Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her for a long time.
“Is that what you want? How does that fit with your fertility cycle?”
“It fits perfectly. And yes, my beloved husband, Muħammad Åbdullah, I do want a child.”
“How would you want to handle this?”
“I guess I would try to meet Durgesh somewhere for a couple of hours.”
“I made you a promise, I will honor that commitment. Keep me advised of what you are doing.”
An hour later she handed Muħammad Åbdullah a copy of an e-mail she had sent to me.
She asked the usual questions about how everything was going.
In the last paragraph she reminded me of our agreement and said Kħadījah Al Kubrah would be available while I was in LA and to advise her if I were still interested.
She showed Muħammad Åbdullah my reply the next day when Muħammad Åbdullah came home from work.
I said I was very much interested and that I would let her know in a later e-mail where to meet me and when.
Muħammad Åbdullah could see Kħadījah Al Kubrah was pleased.
Muħammad Åbdullah asked her if Kħadījah Al Kubrah was happy because Kħadījah Al Kubrah was going to get properly fucked after all that time or because she might be getting pregnant.*
Kħadījah Al Kubrah burst into tears, ran to their bed and cried.
She came out later and said she would cancel the meeting.
Muħammad Åbdullah said,
“No, we have an agreement. Nothing in that agreement says I have to LIKE letting you fuck another man. I hate it. Because I love you beyond all reason I will let you have four chances with Durgesh. I know that the odds are against your getting pregnant in only four tries. After that I think we will explore other options.”
That night she hugged Muħammad Åbdullah and initiated sex.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah was very excited and hot that night.
She had on his favorite baby doll gown.
She pushed Muħammad Åbdullah down on the bed and kissed him passionately.
She pulled the top of her gown off, took her breast in her hand and placed the nipple in his mouth.
Her little hand searched for his cut Cock and found it.
It was soft and didn’t respond to her attentions.
She sat up and looked at Muħammad Åbdullah.
“What’s wrong, don’t you love me anymore?”
“Yes I love you but I am not really stupid, I know you are just excited because you will be fucking Durgesh in a couple of weeks. How am I supposed to feel?”
“Muħammad Åbdullah, I wanted you very much tonight because I went off the pill tonight and Muħammad Åbdullah, I won’t feel safe making love to you until I am back on them.”
Muħammad Åbdullah got up and said,
“Then I won’t tempt you until you are serviced by Durgesh. I’ll sleep in the other bedroom until then.”*
A week later she showed Muħammad Åbdullah the instructions she had received from me.
I gave her the name of a hotel, the room number and the time and date to meet me.
Muħammad Åbdullah put it on their bulletin board.
Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her.
“Durgesh wants you there at eight in the morning and says he will have you home by midnight?”
“Yes, we need to do it as many times as we can to insure I get pregnant.”
“Right. I’ll keep that in mind if I decide to get laid too!”
The weeks dragged by.
They barely spoke to each other.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah was up and dressed early on the morning Kħadījah Al Kubrah was to meet me.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah wore her favorite dress over a brand new bra and panty set.
Muħammad Åbdullah told her to take a bag with a change of clothes with her.
“Because I don’t want what you wear for him to ever come in this house again, understand?”
“Yes, you are really making this as hard on me as you can, aren’t you?”
Muħammad Åbdullah walked to her and looked her right in the eyes,
“Yes, I hate this and at this moment I hate you for what you are doing to me, no, to us. What do you expect? Do you believe that Casper Milquetoast shit they used to tease me about? What do you want me to do, go with you and lick his Uncut Hindu Cock for him so he is nice and slippery when I hold his Uncut Hindu Cock and put it in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt for him? Get out of here, you don’t want to be late.”
She turned, walked over to the window and looked out.
She stood for a moment, then turned and walked back.
“Muħammad Åbdullah, I guess I don’t deserve anything of that. Muħammad Åbdullah, I want you to know and believe I really and truly love only you. Muħammad Åbdullah, I want us to have a baby otherwise I wouldn’t be going. Will you be here when I get home?”*
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Well, they used me right from the beginning.
Almost the entire extraordinary Musalmān Beauties who were hornier than the rest of them, never looked at me as a Just Eighteen Just Adult Hindu boy.
They always tried to take advantage of me sexually.
Yet, how the hell can, I blame them?
Am I not today, what they made me?
Yes, they were not making me.
I know it today.
Yet, being Just Eighteen Just Adult I wasn’t as skillful sexually as I am today.
But they were.
They were already married.
Yes, they were the Ammīs and Bājīs of my friends, the Ammīs and Bājīs of my beloveds, etcetera, yet they taught me how I could satisfy them sexually with my Just Eighteen Just Adult Uncut Hindu Cock.
Yes, I called them Ammīs and/or Bājīs, respecting their such relations with my friends, beloveds etcetera.
Nevertheless, I couldn’t go against them.
Yes, they were pleasure seekers with me.
So many of them didn’t love me actually.
It was a purely sexual relationship.
Can it alter the fact that they taught me how I could satisfy even the mature Musalmān Beauties sexually?
I damn care if they were cheating their husbands, fathers, brothers and/or their other male relatives/guardians.
Wasn’t it their own problem?
And if they couldn’t handle their own problem how the hell was I responsible for it?
It was late.
Yet I couldn’t help it.
Nishāt Zahīr didn’t allow me to pull out my Uncut Hindu Cock from her extremely ravenous ardent Musalmān Cunt.
How could I leave her unsatisfied?
I never left any of my women, whether young or mature, without satisfying her optimum.
It was a sin in my eyes.
No man has a right to leave any woman unsatisfied sexually once he started lovemaking with her.
That’s why the women cheated their man.
Even then, I came home with a painfully aching hard-on.
Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!
How utmost hypersexual a Just Eighteen Just Adult young Hindu man I was!
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān was working late.
I called her Ammī.
Actually, she was my friend, Muħammad Yåqūb’s Ammī.
I went straight to the bathroom.
In my haste to squeeze myself, I forgot to close and lock the bathroom door.
I yanked my pants down, grabbed some of Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s hand lotion and started stroking my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock, immediately.
I needed some relief quick.
I had just started stroking my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock when I noticed a pair of Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s soiled panties lying on the bathroom floor.
I picked them up and placed them to my Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was intoxicating.
Moreover, the fragrance of her ardent Musalmān Cunt was emanating from it.
My mind was a blur as I held Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s panties against my Uncut Hindu Cock and furiously stroked my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock with her panties surrounding it.
Naked visions of Al Siddīqah Al Salmān were flowing through my mind, when suddenly, I heard a loud gasp.
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān was standing in the bathroom doorway with her hand over her extremely beautiful mouth.
There was nothing more embarrassing than having your friend’s mother catch you her dirty panties surrounding your Uncut Hindu Cock while you are squeezing.
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān ran from the room immediately.
I pulled my pants up and quickly followed her trying to explain.
She told me she understood what I was doing, but I should have had the decency at least to lock the door.
We decided immediately, it was time for us to get a bigger place.
The next morning we went looking for a bigger place to live.
Luckily, a friend of hers, Lubnā Imrān, knew someone who had a small two-bedroom house Al Siddīqah Al Salmān could rent.
It needed some work and only had one bathroom but it was quite affordable for Al Siddīqah Al Salmān.
After inspecting it, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān decided to rent it.
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān told Lubnā Imrān she would take it and we set about fixing it up.
After a new coat of paint and some minor repairs, the house was quite livable.
It was strange when we first moved into Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s new home because I’d never had my own bedroom at Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s household.
It was actually quite lonely without having Al Siddīqah Al Salmān lying next to me in bed.
Pretty soon though, everything seemed to get back to normal except for one thing, I still couldn’t get the intoxicating smell from her panties and the visions of her extremely beautiful naked ardent Musalmān body, out of my mind.
There was a tension between the two of us, after the bathroom incident that, never quite went away.
Years passed and Al Siddīqah Al Salmān got a promotion at work.
She would have to work more hours but the money was good.
I brought a couple of old computers home and totally rebuilt them.
I gave one of them to Al Siddīqah Al Salmān and taught her how to use it.
She seemed to really enjoy the computer and it didn’t take long before she had learned how to pay the bills with online banking.
More and more; my sexual fantasies were focused on Al Siddīqah Al Salmān.
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān stood about 5 foot 6 with a slim figure and a perky set of tits.
She had long silky brown hair that flowed over her shoulders.
At the young age of 41, time had treated her well and I thought she was the most absolutely beautiful woman in the world.
The woman I wanted more than life itself was living in the same house with me, yet I could not touch her.
I was living a hell on earth.
On my 21st birthday, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān took me out to dinner.
For the first time since she caught me squeezing my Uncut Hindu Cock with her panties around it, I didn’t feel quite as much tension between us.
We went to a little private club in town and had a really good time.
After dinner we went to the local watering hole.
After a few drinks, a slow song was playing on the jukebox.
I asked Al Siddīqah Al Salmān if she would like to dance.
At first, she said no but I was persistent and she finally agreed.
By the time we made it to the dance floor, the song had ended.
I could see the disappointment in her eyes so I put a dollar in the jukebox and played some more music. When she gently laid her head on my shoulder, I was in heaven.
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān had put her head on my shoulder, not as my friend’s Ammī would have.
On the other hand, was it my positive fantasy only?
I wasn’t sure.
We were swaying to the music and everything was going great until I developed a hard-on.
To my surprise, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān pulled herself closer to me.
We danced close together for a long time until I’m leaned down and tried to kiss her.
She pulled away with tears in her eyes and said.
“I think it’s best we call it a night.”
We went back to the bar and she finished her drinks without another word being spoken between us.
I paid our tab and we went home to our separate bedrooms.
Distraught, I went online to one of my favorite websites.
It was in an incest role-play site, where people go to live out their fantasies.
My username was EverbestFucker20.
The previous night I had left a message on the forum asking if any women would like to exchange erotic emails.
Lucky enough there was an answer in my inbox.
It was from a lady whose username was iwantDurgesh42.
I looked at her profile and was extremely surprised to find out she lived in my hometown.
Her e-mail read like this.
“Dear EverbestFucker20, I would very much like to exchange erotic emails with you. I’m a sexually frustrated mother and have been, ever since I caught my son’s friend squeezing. His big hard unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock is implanted in my mind. I am looking forward to your reply. Extremely horny, iwantDurgesh42”
I was ready to bust a nut when I read her e-mail. Almost instantaneously, I set about sending her my reply.
I wanted to make a good impression, naturally.
Thinking carefully a lot, I began to type my reply. “Dear Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, I have wanted you for such a very long time.
When you walked in on me while I was squeezing, it was you I was thinking of.
I was imagining your juicy lips wrapped around my big hard unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock.
I wanted to pull you close to me and give you all of the love you deserve.
Your Allah has blessed you with the beauty of a goddess and if ever given the chance, I would love to ravish you. I am dying to kiss your sweet lips and luscious Musalmān breasts.
I would slowly kiss my way down your body until I reached your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān treasure box, the place from whence my friend came.
I would pay homage to it with my gentle Hindu kisses.
I would then kiss your clit until I had you moaning for my hard unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock.
When you are ready, I would place the head of my big hard unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock at the entrance of your inviting pussy, ever so slowly, I would descend deep inside of you. With hard deep strokes, I would thrust my hard unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock deep into your hot wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy over and over until our ashvinātam coupling was finally consummated.
After our lovemaking session is through, I would hold you in my arms and never let you go.
We would finally be one, together in love, forever.
I love you Al Siddīqah Al Salmān and I’m looking forward to hearing from you very soon.”
I sent my e-mail to her but I really didn’t expect a reply.
The last few times I sent emails to women who answered my ad, I never heard from them again.
I decided I would watch some porn and squeeze before I went to bed, when suddenly I saw my inbox flashing.
I opened it immediately and got the surprise of my life.
She had already answered me back.
“Dear Durgesh, my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy is soaking wet.
Ever since I opened your e-mail, I have been masturbating.
I need to cum so bad!
What I really need though, is your big, fat, hard, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock deep inside my sopping wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
To hell with role-play, can you meet me somewhere tomorrow evening?
I have only three rules, we both must wear masks and the lights in the room must be very dim; also, you are to be totally naked and ready to please me.
If you agree with my terms, I will be excitedly waiting your reply. Love, your friend’s horny Ammī.”*
Immediately, I picked up the phone and made a reservation at the local Holiday Inn.
Once I had the reservation, I began typing.
“Of course I can meet you tomorrow evening. There is a Holiday Inn on route 64, there will be a room key left for you under the name Muħammad Yåqūb.
I will be on pins and needles until I see you tomorrow.
I am looking forward to finally giving you the love you deserve. Love, your extremely hard, Durgesh.”
I was so excited I squeezed three times before I could finally fall to sleep.
The next day seemed to go on forever.
I couldn’t wait to get off work so I could go home and get ready to meet my mysterious lover.
I had just got home from work and grabbed a juice out of the refrigerator when Al Siddīqah Al Salmān came into the kitchen.
She was practically glowing.
I told her.
“Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, what’s going on, you look absolutely stunning!”
She touched me on the arm and said.
“I don’t know, maybe, it’s because I have a date this evening.”
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān had not been out on a date in nearly 5 years.
Not only was I stunned, I was happy too.
I immediately asked her.
“Is he somebody I know?”
“No honey, you haven’t ever met him because even I haven’t met him yet. Lubnā Imrān from work set me up on a blind date. She said I needed to get out more often.” Al Siddīqah Al Salmān answered me.
I could feel my face gleaming.
I was so happy.
“You mean to tell me, you are going out with someone you don’t even know! He could be a rapist for all you know! Are you at least going to let me meet him?!”
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān gave me a disappointed look and said emphatically!
“No, you are not going to meet him! I don’t grill you about the little floozies you date! Listen here young man, I’m a grown up woman and I can take care of myself! You are just going to have to trust my judgment!”
Before storming out of the room, I yelled out!
“That’s fine but don’t expect me to be here waiting on you to come home! I have a date myself and believe me; I plan on getting lucky tonight!”
I needed to blow off some steam so I went to my room and started working out with my weights.
I was about 15 minutes into my workout when there was a knock on the door.
It was Al Siddīqah Al Salmān and she wanted to talk.
I unlocked the door and told her to come on in.
When she sat down on my bed I began imagining holding her tight and ravishing her fantastic Musalmān body.
While my mind was focusing on all of the beautiful things I would love to do with my beautiful Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, I didn’t realize she was already talking to me.
I was brought out of my daydream when I felt Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s hand touch mine.
After she motioned for me to sit beside her, she told me.
“Durgesh, I’m sorry for raising my voice to you earlier. I know you are only concerned for my safety, but really honey, I am a big girl and your friend’s mama can take care of herself.”
“I know Al Siddīqah Al Salmān; I think my problem is I’m just a little worried. You are so beautiful that I guess I’m afraid I’ll lose you.” I explained to her.
I saw Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s eyes light up when I told her she was beautiful.
She looked into my eyes and asked.
“Do you really think I’m beautiful or are you just saying that because I’m your friend’s mother?”
Immediately, I replied.
“Of course I think you are beautiful! If I had a pick of any woman in the world to spend the rest of my life with, my pick would be you!”
I could see some small tears forming in her eyes and once again, I felt the sexual tension in the air.
Our faces were only mere inches apart when I lowered my head to kiss her.
Just before my lips touched hers, she turned her head and stammered.
“Uh, Uh, I have to go. You, you have a good time tonight and be careful. I love you, son.”
I knew I had blown my chance because she practically ran from the room.
The thing about it was, I did not want just to fuck her, I wanted to make love to her.
I made up my mind, come tomorrow morning; I was going to tell her exactly how I really felt about her.
When Al Siddīqah Al Salmān left the house, I was still worried at her because she was still going out on her date.
I didn’t really feel like going out to meet my mysterious lover so I went to the website to see if she was online, but she wasn’t there.
I knew I had to at least go to the hotel and explain myself so I took a shower, got dressed and headed to the Holiday Inn.
After I checked into the hotel, I went to the bar to have a few juices.
I was about to head up to my room when I saw Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s car pull in the parking lot.
I thought, ‘I can’t believe it, she came here to meet her fuck buddy. Fuck it; if she can fuck anybody she wants, I can too.’
I went upstairs and set about following all of my mysterious lover’s demands.
After I turned all of the lamps on low, I pulled the covers back on the bed and undressed.
I turned the television on and started searching for an X rated movie to help me get in the mood.
When I finally found one that suited me, I lay down on the bed and began to squeeze my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock.
I was so excited it took no time for my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock to become fully hard.
I was thinking I might go ahead before my lover arrived when there was a sudden knock on the door.
My mysterious lover was here.
I reached over to the bedside table and quickly put my mask on.
I could not see her real well in the dimly lit room but I could see enough to know she had a fine body.
Without saying a word, she undressed.
As she came closer to the bed, I started to say hello but she motioned for me to be silent.
I had never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth and this time would be no different.
The first thing she did was, climb upon the bed and immediately start sucking my rock hard unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock.
She took inch by inch of my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock into her warm inviting mouth.
Once she had all of my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock inside of her mouth, she began bobbing her head up and down my fat unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock with such precision; I knew I would not be able to last long.
Each time her mouth descended on my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock she would roll my balls in her hand.
She was giving me the most glorious blowjob I had ever experienced in my young life.
I was holding on pretty well until she did something amazing, when she arrived at the head of my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock one more time, she took her tongue and tried to insert it into my piss-hole.
It was an amazing sensation and sent me over the edge.
I screamed. “Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Ooohhh my Godd, I’m Cumming Al Siddīqah Al Salmān! I’m Cumming in your mouth! Ooohhh, ooohhh, ooohhh nooo!”
Upon hearing me scream, she pulled her head from my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock and the first blast of cum shot straight up in the air and landed on my chest.
As I looked down to my chest I heard a shriek.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh my God, it can’t be! Durgesh, is that you?!”*
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7. On Islam
He was still young.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb smiled to himself.
No, even Vedic Monotheist Hindus are not as ultramodern as Ǻlī Al Wahāb himself and his friends were.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan thinks she is using Ǻlī Al Wahāb.
Well, let her.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was still fucking Ǻlī Al Wahāb in his utmost feminine Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Life is still stretched before Ǻlī Al Wahāb as a vast unchartered field, even its horizon lost in the distance.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb had been in Ved Nagar for ten years now.
The time had passed expediently.
Long Live Imām Muħammad Ħasan that dreamed of Ved Nagar.
The life anywhere else would have been immense problematic.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was confident they would succeed eventually ultimately.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb had faith in Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
Muħammad Ůsmān’s ass was not as feminine before as it was now.
The ten years that passed have brought a miraculous change in their bodies.
None believed Muħammad Åbdullah when he told them that Assalāt, Salwāt, converted even a masculine body into a superb female body.
“It’s an anti-Islamic propaganda from the anti Musalmīn.” Imām Ůmar Fārūq had said, “For more than thirteen hundred years of Ummat-e-Muslimah we Musalmīn offered Panjvaqtah Namāz, five times Assalāt, Salwāt, yet our masculine bodies were never converted into female bodies.”
“How do you know?” Ǻlī Al Wahāb smiled bitterly.
“What do you mean?” all the three, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, Imām Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad Ůsmān thundered at Ǻlī Al Wahāb simultaneously.*
Ǻlī Al Wahāb was prudent enough not to indulge in a harmful discussion with Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, Imām Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad Ůsmān ever.
He knew better.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, Imām Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad Ůsmān were not basically females in their male bodies, but Ǻlī Al Wahāb was.
He never enjoyed his male duties to his wife, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.
He was very glad when his wife cuckolded him.
He always thought it was his actual dream life.
He loved his third position in the Triple of his wife, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb, Durgesh and himself.
He bubbled with pride when Durgesh fucked his wife Al Fātimah Al Wahāb keeping her on his nude Hindu lap, sitting on a chair.
His wife proudly used Ǻlī Al Wahāb as her pedestal, her footrest.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb loved it.
He himself too was proud of it.
Suddenly a sound penetrated Ǻlī Al Wahāb’s consciousness.
“To hell with Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah…We oppose Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah… To hell with Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah…We oppose Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah…”
It was rather soft and distant, but it brought him back to the present.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb’s legs involuntarily swerved and brought him over the low rise to the University Field.
It was used for ashvinātam sex calisthenics, sports and student oratory.
Despite immense oppositions and demonstrations from Pseudo Musalmīn, Muħammad Åbdullah had gradually, eventually, ultimately had cooperated with Ǻlī Al Wahāb in establishing a Triple University in Ved Nagar too.
He had ultimately managed to get the permission from the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI.
In the middle of the Field was a moderate sized crowd of students.*
They were chanting enthusiastically.
On a platform was someone, Ǻlī Al Wahāb didn’t recognize.
He was someone with a loud voice and a swaying rhythm.
It wasn’t Muħammad Yazdānī however.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb had never met Muħammad Yazdānī in person.
Yet, he had seen Muħammad Yazdānī on holovision a number of times here at Ved Nagar.
Ved Nagar was really a Dream City.
It had so many scientific gadgets there the rest of the utmost ultramodern cities too couldn’t afford to have.
Ved Nagar was a city of multi-millionaires at least.
There were too many billionaires, trillionaires, and zillionaires even.
The other cities didn’t have them in so many numbers.
They said Muħammad Yazdānī might destroy what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had achieved with so nonstop tremendous efforts.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb never believed it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was really Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself, reincarnated.
That’s she had such a tremendous nonstop success.
An ordinary Musalmān Beauty couldn’t achieve what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself, reincarnated, had done.
After all, how many such accomplished Musalmān Beauties Ummat-e-Muslimah had in its entire history, entire Al Tārīkħ Al Islam?
Yet, Ǻlī Al Wahāb paid close attention to Muħammad Yazdānī whenever Muħammad Yazdānī was on holovision.
Muħammad Yazdānī was large and smiled with vicious camaraderie, vicious comradeship.
He had thick sandy hair and light blue eyes.
His father was a South African Hindu and his mother was a Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.
This speaker was however small, if anything─ thin, wide mouthed, dark haired and loud.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb wasn’t listening to the words, though he did hear the phrase ‘power from the females to males’ and many voiced shout in response.
Fine, thought Ǻlī Al Wahāb, but just how does Muħammad Yazdānī intend to win the great Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself, reincarnated?
Is Muħammad Yazdānī serious?*
Ǻlī Al Wahāb was at the outskirts of the crowd now.
He looked around to find out if there was someone, he knew.
He spotted Imrān Hāshmī.
He was Ǻlī Al Wahāb’s fan.
“Imrān,” Ǻlī Al Wahāb called out.
“Sir, Ǻlī Al Wahāb,” Imrān Hāshmī stared at him for a moment and recognized him with some effort.
Imrān Hāshmī had almost never seen Ǻlī Al Wahāb not being fucked in his ass by either Shankar Mahāpralayankar or Rājesh Rājpūt.
One or two times even while Ǻlī Al Wahāb was not enjoying either Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Cock in his ass or Rājesh Rājpūt’s, he was licking his Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Houseladies’ Musalmān Cunts while Durgesh was still fucking them or had just fucked.
Imrān Hāshmī couldn’t remember, when in the recent past he had seen Ǻlī Al Wahāb alone, in this way.
He trotted over.
“Did you come to listen to this Pseudo Musalmān?”
There was immense hatred in Imrān Hāshmī’s voice for the Pseudo Musalmīn.
Despite the strict laws of never interference in other communities’ life, in Ved Nagar, the Dream City, the Muslim denominations had never stopped it altogether.
Every now and then, they were being punished by the Ved Nagar Administration, severely, for it.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb responded even more scornfully.
“Nonsense, I didn’t come here for any purpose but to find out what the noise was. Who the hell is he?”
Imrān Hāshmī smiled cheerfully, yet somewhat astringently too.
“Muħammad bin Qāsim. He is speaking for Muħammad Yazdānī.”
“I hear that,” Ǻlī Al Wahāb said bitterly as he listened to the chant again.
It began each time Muħammad bin Qāsim made a telling point, apparently.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb kept asking,
“But who the hell is this Muħammad bin Qāsim? I don’t recognize his name. What department is he in?”
“Because he’s not a member of the Durgesh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā Triple University, sir. Muħammad bin Qāsim is one of Imām Muħammad Yazdānī’s mujāhidīn.”
Ǻlī Al Wahāb was more furious now.
The Couple bastards were always adamant to interfere with the Triples.
Did the Triples ever interfere in the life of the Couple bastards?
The Triples were always law abiding.
That’s why even Muħammad Åbdullah, the Commissioner of Police here at Ved Nagar, supported them in the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI.
The Triples were not only gays now.
They included the Bisexuals, gays, Cuckolds and Lesbians as well.
Now even the nudists and feminists were also joining the Triples.
“He isn’t a member of the Durgesh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā University? Then who the hell has permitted him to speak here? He hasn’t any damn right to speak here without a permit. Does he have one, do you suppose, Imrān Hāshmī?”
“I wouldn’t know, sir, Kħalīfatul Musalmīn, Amīrul Mominīn.”
“Well then, let’s find out.”
Ǻlī Al Wahāb started into the crowd.
Imrān Hāshmī caught his sleeve.
“Don’t start anything, Kħātimul Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn razī Allāhu tålā ånahunn.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s got goons with him.”
“For rough stuff, in case anyone tries anything funny.”
“That’s the main problem with these Pseudo Musalmīn bastards.”
“I beg your pardon, Kħātimul Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn razī Allāhu tålā ånahunn.”
“The Pseudo Musalmīn bastards have never understood it’s not the reality of 1400 years ago anymore. The violence was effective only then. Not now any more. The humankind is living now in a far more advanced Multiverse.”
“That’s right.” Imrān Hāshmī chuckled, “But Kħātimul Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūnrzn is forgetting that’s why Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself, reincarnated, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has succeeded on the bastards Pseudo Musalmīn and still succeeding.”
Ǻlī Al Wahāb calmed down.
“That’s right. But it doesn’t mean we should keep them ignorant still now.”
“We can’t change them until and unless they don’t want to change themselves. We have Democracy here, ultimately, after all.”
Ǻlī Al Wahāb didn’t pay any attention to what Imrān Hāshmī said.
He was too irritated.
There were seven young men more behind Muħammad bin Qāsim, the speaker.
They were spaced rather widely, legs apart, arms folded, scowling.*
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Muħammad bin Qāsim remembered that he looked at me expectantly.
We were still on the Yacht then.
I was watching the sealed envelope Muħammad bin Qāsim had given to me.
“Taufīq Fātimah knows ACP Suraiyā Jamāl personally and she has mentioned to me two or three times, Jījū, that ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is a dangerous antagonist.”
“Taufīq Fātimah is right.” I said gravely.
Muħammad bin Qāsim watched me peculiarly.
“Jījū, am I to assume that perhaps there was some particular significance that attached to her remarks?”
“Taufīq Fātimah is your wife now, Sālé Miyān; you should understand that she isn’t a fool.”
“I know. Would ACP Suraiyā Jamāl cross examine me?”
“Your father’s disappearance isn’t a normal event in Ved Nagar. Is it?”
“Certainly not. ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is already asking me searching questions. About my poisoning, I mean. Not about the mysterious disappearance of my father, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
I kept quiet for a moment only.
Then I whirled at him.
“As most of the Musalmān Beauties are nowadays, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is also against Pseudo Musalmīn very much. That’s why Abbū Imām and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has chosen ACP Suraiyā Jamāl to assist Muħammad Åbdullah, the Commissioner of Police here.”
“The Musalmīn are suffering now on the entire globe due to the mad activities of crazy Musalmān terrorists.”
“The Musalmīn must oppose the terrorists more than they are doing now.”
“There are some Musalmīn that think the terrorists are right.” Muħammad bin Qāsim clenched his fists in frustration and helplessness.
“That’s the problem the rest of the Musalmīn have to face if they don’t oppose the terrorists.”
“The Musalmīn are now deliberately marrying their ardent Musalmān sisters and daughters to Hindus now. They think it would prove they aren’t communal at all.”
“Abbū married Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim Bājī to Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. I was against it first, but when I listened to what Abbū had to say in the matter, I myself had to agree.”
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl put in quite a bit of time asking me why we allowed Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim Bājī to marry Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“She is quite inquisitive about these matters.” I smiled somewhat curtly, “As Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl does too believe in Dr. Ali Sina that every Musalmān is either terrorist or potential terrorist at least. Sorry, the more I try to explain then it isn’t correct the more they believe I am being kind to the Musalmīn on the cost of Non Musalmīn’s life and wealth.”
“Well, they are correct. I myself think sometimes that you are more lenient to Musalmīn than to the Non Musalmīn.”
I whirled at Muħammad bin Qāsim once more.
“The hell you do.”*
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled apologetically.
“I don’t want to lie to you any more, Sorry.”
“Sālé Miyān.” I smiled, “It’s alright. Okay.”
“I was poisoned a few days ago.”
“Before your father disappeared?”
“Yes. I thought it was a simple case of food poisoning, but apparently, it wasn’t. Anyway, that’s what ACP Suraiyā Jamāl says. She wants to make a lot of trouble.”
There was a moment of silence.
Only the sound of water slipping past the sides of the yacht was audible.
Moreover, it was plainly audible.
“I see.” I said.
“Taufīq Fātimah, my Hollywood Star wife, and I had dinner there. Both of us didn’t eat the same things. Taufīq Fātimah had red wine. I had white wine then. Taufīq Fātimah had prime ribs of beef cooked rare and French fried potatoes. I had fried oysters and vegetables. Only the desserts we had was the same. After half an hour of our eating, we both became ill. Taufīq Fātimah was only slightly ill while I was quite ill. I thought it a typical case of food poisoning.”
“I’m listening to.” I said.
I stood with my elbows over the rail.
I was looking down at the rippling water that curled up against the sides of the vessel, splashed over into little foam crested ripples and then fell rapidly astern.
There was silence for several seconds.
Then, Muħammad bin Qāsim said abruptly.
“I think we’re headed for the island, Jījū.”
“That’s right, Sālé Miyān.”
“I was talking about this food poisoning.”
“I requested you to protect Taufīq Fātimah if I die. I’m still waiting for the answer.”
“If Taufīq Fātimah would be implicated, I promise you to protect her if she is innocent.”
“She is innocent, Jījū. She is innocent. Somebody is trying his/her best to frame her.”
“She is a Hollywood Star, isn’t she?”
“Most of us Musalmīn don’t want to give that much liberty to Musalmān Beauties ever. We are so over possessive that we are crazy to govern even the lives of the Musalmān Beauties that aren’t related to us in any manner.”
“Are you telling me?”
“I think some crazy Musalmān is behind it, not Taufīq Fātimah. He/she wants to punish me by killing me in this way and let Taufīq Fātimah to go to gas chamber for the so called murder of her husband.”
“I was pretty sick. I called a physician. The same physician treated Taufīq Fātimah, my wife.”
I didn’t say anything.
Muħammad bin Qāsim continued to say.
“I explained to the physician treating both of us that it was food poisoning, probably something that had been canned because there was a burning metallic taste in my throat.”
I still didn’t say anything.
Muħammad bin Qāsim again continued.
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl showed up yesterday afternoon and told me that I had been poisoned by arsenic. I think she is after to make something of it.”
“She asked me a lot of questions about what enemies I had and all that sort of type. Allah, I don’t want any newspaper and/or news channel notoriety of anything like that, particularly right at this time. I’m putting across several important business deals, Jījū, you already know.”
“That’s right,” I confirmed him, “How did ACP Suraiyā Jamāl think the arsenic get in the food?”
“She didn’t bother to tell me that. Instead, she wanted me to tell her that. I suggested her to go to the restaurant. If she is right about the arsenic, it might be the cook of the restaurant. Who else?”
“Anyone else poisoned?” I asked.
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said that there had been no other complaints.”
I raised my eyes.
The sun was setting.
A thin moist haze seemed to be rising from the water.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan came along the deck.
She said cheerily.
“Hey, you both look rather serious. Spoiling your appetite by talking some damn business?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Certainly not, Bājī. I was telling Jījū about ACP Suraiyā Jamāl’s visit yesterday afternoon. You advised me to tell Jījū everything.”
“Oh, I still think it was food poisoning. You are already all right now.”
“Fit as a fiddle.”
“Yet, somewhat pale, however.”
“That’s an elder sister’s over concern, Bājī, nothing else.”
“Nonsense. What did your Jījū say?”
“He hasn’t. He was to say something when you came.”
“Well, I’m rounding up the guests for cocktails.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled authoritatively, “Dinner will be served in about thirty minutes. Your Jījū said he wants to give the cocktails time to take hold.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim asked casually.
“Bājī, do you know whether we’re headed for some fixed direction, or are we just cruising?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan put her right index finger on her lips.
“I’m not talking, sorry. Sealed orders from your Jījū.”
“We’re probably going to the island.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“I don’t want to be impolite to you, Muħammad bin Qāsim. But I’m living in relationship with your Jījū now for four years about. During these years I’ve learned when it pleases Durgesh that I talk and when it pleases him that I won’t.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim teased her.
“Oh, come on, Bājī. You are not an ordinary wife any more. You are Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.”
“Jacqueline Lincoln is the Everfirst Lady President of United States of America. But even Jacqueline Lincoln knows how to govern our ever indomitable Hindu husband. If we want something, we are cheerfully ready to pay for it. It’s an art to govern your husband.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
I was smiling on the efficient smartness of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
She was indomitable too.
Only Durgesh could govern Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Jacqueline Lincoln.
In addition, it was a great honor for me, I knew.
Muħammad bin Qāsim and I accompanied Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan down to the canopied after deck.*
The seven hundred eighty six girls caught up with Taufīq Fātimah just as she reached the strips.
“Taufīq Fātimah,” one girl shouted to her.
Taufīq Fātimah didn’t recognize any of them
Nevertheless, their number, Seven hundred Eighty Six, told her their special status.
They were Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s girlies.
Taufīq Fātimah was now almost sure of it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the utmost successful Musalmān Beauty now.
She has successfully managed to conquer not Durgesh only, despite her thirty-two years younger bubbling youth, she successfully used her live in relationship with Durgesh to establish Democracy in Saůūdī Årab too.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used her extremely stunning Musalmān beauty and immensely overflowing Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān youth for it.
However, it was because her parents were with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Taufīq Fātimah also wanted to do many things, but her parents are too orthodox and too conservative.
The Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties definitely knew who Taufīq Fātimah was, even if Taufīq Fātimah didn’t know any of them.
“We want a run,” one of the Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties said, speaking loudly so that the people passing them could hear the challenge, “You can lead and pick the point.”
“Done,” Taufīq Fātimah smiled triumphantly, “You said you are Seven hundred Eighty Six in number. C-786th then, Durgesh Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī localway intersection.”
The Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties frowned.
Does Taufīq Fātimah outexcel them in brains too?
All the Seven hundred Eighty Six Musalmān Beauties were around twenty-eight.
So was Taufīq Fātimah.
Taufīq Fātimah leaned over and rolled up the cuffs of her pants a little.
She could shake all the Seven hundred Eighty Six before they reached the destination Taufīq Fātimah had named.
More couples, some triples too, passed and stepped on to the nearest strip.
The triples were not as efficient as the couples were.
The Pseudo Musalmīn husbands that formed the third of the Triples, were not as efficient as their Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners were.
Does Bisexuality really affect the Pseudo Musalmīn husbands adversely?
Nevertheless, the Triples are not only legal here; they are surviving as well, despite futile terrorist attacks.
No terrorist attack ever succeeded here at Ved Nagar.
The Law and Order at Ved Nagar was marvelous.
The governments of almost every country now studying the management of the Law and Order at Ved Nagar, with the Ved Nagar Government‘s express permission of course.*
A dance music was being played on the canopied after deck.
Sidrah Aħmad was dancing with Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
Most of my Musalmān live in relationship partners and lady friends agreed with Shankar Mahāpralayankar more than with me.
“Your vision is right but your planning to achieve it is impractical, Durgesh darling.” Sidrah Aħmad used to say, “I think Shankar Mahāpralayankar is more practical.”
“Thank you, Sidrah Aħmad.” Shankar Mahāpralayankar beamed at her.
I smiled and looked at Nafīsah Salmān.
Nafīsah Salmān grimaced.
“I don’t agree with you, Sidrah Aħmad. You want to say, the terrorists cannot be controlled effectively if the noble persons too don’t resort to illegal means?”
“Sidrah Aħmad has a point there, Nafīsah Salmān.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan had looked at his wife gravely.
Nafīsah Salmān laughed.
“I never expect anything better from you, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.”
“Durgesh is a great man, no doubt.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said, “But he doesn’t understand Musalmān terrorists psychology at all. He thinks the Musalmīn are terrorists, criminals/criminal minded because they are Uneducated/Under Educated.”
“It’s not true?” I stopped my Uncut Hindu Penis inside Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan entirely buried there to my balls.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wrapped her strong nude legs around my nude Hindu male waist.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Penis driven more into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I squeezed her nude young Musalmān buttocks and kissed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan on her lips.
“Dr. Ali Sina doesn’t agree with you, my dear Hindu husband.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me, contracting her vaginal muscles around my entire Uncut Hindu Shaft.
“And you think Dr. Ali Sina is a better authority on Islam than myself?” I smiled benignly enjoying my entire Uncut Hindu Shaft inside her young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled triumphantly but he didn’t see anything himself.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar had now Sidrah Aħmad on her knees.
He was penetrating Sidrah Aħmad now from her glorious behind.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī said gravely.
“Dr. Ali Sina isn’t alone, Durgesh. He has too many followers and even numerous Co-authors now.”
“What the hell you think it does mean Ħumairah?”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī kept licking my Uncut Hindu Cock visiting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s young Musalmān Cunt vigorously.
“Simply that Dr. Ali Sina and his Co-authors can’t be ignored only by shrugging our shoulders.”
“Dr. Ali Sina has challenged the followers and admirers of Islam if anyone of them proves him wrong, Dr. Ali Sina would pay him a large amount of money.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan chuckled, “Why don’t you accept his challenge, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! if you think Dr. Ali Sina and his Co-authors are not correct in their interpretation of Islam?”*
The dog, deftly avoiding Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr’s kick, stood watching Muħammad bin Qāsim with lips that curled back from his fangs.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said gravely.
“Come on in. Let’s go inside, sit down, and talk this thing over in a civilized fashion.”
“We may differ about our idea what the civilized fashion actually is.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled sarcastically.
Nevertheless, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was smarter.
“Oh no, I don’t think so. You are as cuckold as I am. So, our ideas about what is civilized and what’s not can’t differ very much.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
“What the hell you mean? I am not cuckold even a bit.”
“You are, my dear boy, you are.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled patronizingly, “Most of us Musalmīn are actually cuckold to our Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners whether we are bold enough to acknowledge and accept it or not.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim looked at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr contemptuously.
“You are still alive despite your immensely hateful opinion about most of us Musalmīn, because you are living here at Ved Nagar. If you lived elsewhere the Musalmān terrorists had killed you already.”
“My dear child,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled patronizingly once more, “You have only heard about Musalmān terrorists, don’t you? Have you met ever anyone?”
“What do you mean?”
“Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself is your Bājī. She is herself running the movement Cuckold Your Musalmān husband since she wasn’t even the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. She is the Brain and Power behind cuckolding most of us Musalmān husbands. What do you think? Durgesh has cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands? Shankar Mahāpralayankar has cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands? Hindus have cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands? No, never. Our own Musalmān Houseladies have cuckolded most of us Musalmān husbands.”
“Because you Musalmān terrorists were blaspheming Islam more than the non Musalmīn.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan thundered at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr suddenly, “Even then the impotent Musalmīn were not criticizing you blaspheming bastards. We, Musalmān Houseladies of yours, never did cuckold you enjoying it very much. We did it because we didn’t have another option whatsoever. You bastard Musalmān terrorists, criminal/criminal minded Musalmīn compelled us, your own Musalmān Houseladies, to cuckold you if we had to save our own Īmān.”*
Amīnah Zahīr raised her hand.
“Muħammad bin Qāsim, have you come here to discuss the cuckolding of you Musalmān husbands?”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed at Muħammad bin Qāsim contemptuously, scornfully.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was too indulged in discussions with Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr he hadn’t even realized when Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr had brought them through the first door to the left.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had led the way into the room that had been fitted up as a library cum bedroom.
It was a neat job of books and shelves.
I was fucking Amīnah Zahīr there on the bed.
“Kħush Āmadīd,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Muħammad bin Qāsim, making a sweeping inclusive gesture, “Welcome.”
The party seated themselves.
“All right,” Amīnah Zahīr smiled at them melodically, “now let’s hear what you folks have to say.”
“You’re getting the cart and horse all mixed up,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled courteously, “We want to hear what you have to say.”
“We have nothing to say.” Amīnah Zahīr smiled disarmingly.
“You knew Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
“Who says so?” Amīnah Zahīr smiled charmingly.
“I say so.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled charmingly too, “Amīnah Zahīr, you knew Al Samīnah Al Qāsim when Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was in Nevada. You were quite friendly with her. You talked Al Samīnah Al Qāsim out of getting a divorce from her husband. You told Al Samīnah Al Qāsim that if she’d sit tight and let her husband think Al Samīnah Al Qāsim had secured a divorce, then when Imām Muħammad Ħasan had found some other interest he could be made to pay a lot of money for a settlement.”
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The Ǻrab Sheikħ shifted his right hand to a position near the first lapel of his green coat.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand caught a glimpse of a revolver in a shoulder holster.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
Still having faith in violent means and strategies.
Ħuzūr S.A.W were compelled to use violent means in his divine holy lifetime to establish peace everywhere.
He S.A.W couldn’t do it another way.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was sure if Ħuzūr S.A.W were today he S.A.W would never have resorted to any violent means whatsoever.
The modern Ǻrab Sheikħs were never capable to understand Muħsin-e-insāniyat S.A.W.
They had erroneously surrendered to Ǻrab Imperialism in the name of Islam.
Consequently they had themselves killed the mission of Ħuzūr S.A.W unknowingly, imprudently.
Ved Nagar was a City of Shaktimāns.
What could the dog or his revolver do if Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand used his mind/spiritual power?
Present day Musalmīn, Pseudo Musalmīn actually, had faith in the means Yazīd Malåūn had more than in the faith Ħuzūr S.A.W had.
The dog, facing the door, elevated his tail, the tip of it waving to and fro.
A bolt shot on the inside of the door.
The Ǻrab Sheikħ opened the door for an inch or two.
A safety chain was holding it in that position.
A porch light clicked on, outlining Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand in brilliance.
“Who are you?” The Ǻrab Sheikħ asked Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, “What do you want?”
“I’m looking for the master of this mansion.”
“I’d prefer to tell that to himself only.”
“Give me some hint to tell him why you want to meet him.”
“About some properties he has here at Ved Nagar.”
“As far as I know, the Boss is interested only in purchasing the properties here, not in selling.”
“This mansion is also owned by the Mayor himself?”
“Not by the Mayor of Ved Nagar. It’s on his personal name along with Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb.”
“I’d like to meet anyone of them.”
“Well, not as late as tonight now. Go back to wherever you have come from, or to a hotel. Call on him after ten o’clock in the morning.” The Ǻrab Sheikħ started to close the door.
Then, something about the dog’s attitude caught the attention of the Ǻrab Sheikħ.
He asked suspiciously.
“Hey, how the hell did you get past that dog?”
“I happen to know something about their psychology.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled graciously.
“Well, the dog is not supposed to let anyone out of a car after dark.”
“It seems the dog made an exception in my case,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand kept smiling politely yet gracefully, “I just got out of the car and…”
“Why the hell the dog made an exception for you?”
“Ask your dog.”
The Ǻrab Sheikħ frowned,
“Just who are you anyway?”
“I’m trying to find out something about Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
The Ǻrab Sheikħ’s face became rigidly immobile.
“Know anything about her?” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand asked politely in his sweetest voice.
“No,” The Ǻrab Sheikħ said, and slammed the door.
“Her bodyguard has been found murdered early this morning.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand called through the closed door.
He was taking safe risks using the general psychology of the Ǻrab Sheikħs.
There was no response.
Yet, on the other hand, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand heard no sound of steps in the corridor.
It indicated the Ǻrab Sheikħ hadn’t turned away from the door.
It further indicated the Ǻrab Sheikħ was hesitating whether to turn away or he should open the door.
It was the correct psychological moment to attack psychologically further more.
“Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped here.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand said gravely, “Her bodyguard was driving the car. Al Samīnah Al Qāsim had her gasoline tank filled here.”
There was a pause, then the door jerked open.
“What was that you said?” The Ǻrab Sheikħ demanded.
“I said Al Samīnah Al Qāsim stopped here sometime around twelve thirty o’clock in the morning and had her gas tank filled.”
“You must be drunk or crazy. I neither know which nor do I give a damn. Now, get back in your car or I’ll tell the dog to tear your leg off.”
“Do that and I’ll sue you persons for damages. It would be a fun to wind up owning a Ved Nagar ranch of you persons.”
“It isn’t that easy, my boy.”
“Go on,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand told the Ǻrab Sheikħ, “Tell your dog to tear of my leg and see what happens.”
“What the hell you want?”
“I want to ask something about Al Samīnah Al Qāsim.”
“She isn’t here.”
“What if she was?”
“Ask the Mayor or Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled cunningly, “Being an arrogant dumb Ǻrab Sheikħ you may not understand what if Al Samīnah Al Qāsim was here while her bodyguard is found murdered, but neither Durgesh nor his Begum Sāliħah Ayyūb maybe as dumb as you are. Your indiscreet arrogance never allows you to use your wisdoms. Or, don’t you have any wisdom at all, man?”*
There followed a long moment.
During the moment, the heavy, sinewy, powerful Ǻrab Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, behind the door, met Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand’s smart and brilliant eyes in thoughtful appraisal.
He turned and looked at Amīnah Zahīr and me for instructions.
Just Eighteen Just Adult Amīnah Zahīr was still nude on her back.
I was still between her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.
My sixty four years old, utmost experienced, Musalmān Cunts Champion Uncut Hindu Lund was still enjoying its victory over the Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunt, visiting it triumphantly, proudly, vigorously.
Amīnah Zahīr impishly nodded to Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
She didn’t hesitate even for a second to face Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, while I was fucking her.
Ved Nagar Constitution allowed her.
That’s only what Amīnah Zahīr cared about.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was her ideal.
And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was a proud nudist feminist, even now when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the Everfirst President of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
It was the visitor’s responsibility to choose whether s/he wanted to see a pair in lovemaking or not.
The Citizens of Ved Nagar were constitutionally allowed to make love anywhere they damn pleased publicly.
The persons having objection, could leave the place, if they didn’t want to see them in making love.
Being himself a citizen of Ved Nagar Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand knew it very well.
Getting permission from Amīnah Zahīr, the Just Eighteen Just Adult young lady, involved in lovemaking with me, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr removed the safety chain from the door.
He invited them in.
“Come in. They are in lovemaking. But if you haven’t any taboo in watching them making love, you may come in.
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.
“Thank you. None of us has any taboo whatsoever against watching our hosts making love. It’s their mansion. It’s their privilege.”
“Okay, you may come in, Mr.─?”
“Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”
“All right, Mr. Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, come in.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand turned back toward the car,
“Come on, Bājī, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Muħammad bin Qāsim,” he called.
“What about that damned dog?” Muħammad bin Qāsim called irritably, “Can’t you put him in his damned closet?”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said curtly,
“The dog remains where he is. However, he won’t do anything unless I tell him to.”
“You, caretaker here?” Muħammad bin Qāsim asked trying to humiliate Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled curtly,
“Never mind. Don’t bother your child brain to understand my status here. Nevertheless, I’m representing Imām Muħammad Ħasan here, if it’s any of your damned business.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand interfered.
“We are also representing Imām Muħammad Ħasan. There isn’t anything to be arrogant to each other.”
“Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t inform me of you peoples’ arrival on his behalf, neither Muħammad Åbdullah bothered to do so.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan opened the door.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim followed her Nanad Bājī, her sister in law.
Both of them slid out to the ground, walked confidently toward the porch, watching Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand standing there.
The dog turned to regard them, gave a low throated, ominous growl, but made no move.
Muħammad bin Qāsim had put one foot on the ground.
However, as soon as he heard the growl, Muħammad bin Qāsim promptly returned to the automobile and slammed the door.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr eyed Muħammad bin Qāsim scornfully,
“Shame on you. Even the ladies are more daring. Damn you. It’s all right.” then he turned to the dog, “Shut up, Shérū!”
The dog ceased growling, regarded Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s confident approach with hard-eyed appraisal, ignoring Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim altogether, then slowly waved the tip of his tail.
Muħammad bin Qāsim, observed that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim made it all right.
He opened the door once more, placed his right foot on the ground tentatively, cautiously, followed it with his left foot, and took two or three guardedly diffident, timid, steps toward the porch.
The dog bristled, stiffened, growled, then suddenly made a lunge for Muħammad bin Qāsim.
Muħammad bin Qāsim whirled, raced back into the car just as the snarling dog flung himself against the door, his teeth snapping at the metal.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr opened the door, ran out on the porch, yelled,
“Shérū! Down! Damn it, Shérū, get down!”
The dog looked back over his shoulder.
Slowly and reluctantly, the dog sank to a crouching position on the ground.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled to himself.
That’s what he himself was to his wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.
When Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā scolded him, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr did also sink to crouching position, near her beautiful sacred Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān feet.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted all of them that way.
Moreover, they hadn’t another option.
He was proud of himself that he was a cuckold to his extremely beautiful wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā and her Hindu lover, Durgesh, the greatest.
Ved Nagar was an actual Democratic City State.
Otherwise, the cuckold Musalmīn could never celebrate their Independence day openly.
Durgesh was against it.
Most of the HVSI persons were against it.
Nevertheless, most of them allowed the proposal to put to vote.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was immensely glad when the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI ultimately announced the victory of the cuckold Musalmīn.
They were allowed to celebrate their Independence day.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Seven movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service supported the cuckold Musalmīn.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was immensely indebted and grateful to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
He shouted to the dog.
“Here, Shérū, come here. Come here to me!”
The dog turned and came toward Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr as though expecting a beating.
“Damn you,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said, “I told you not to do that. Now you get down and stay down.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr walked to the car confidently with immense self-pride.
He wasn’t ashamed of himself that he was a cuckold husband.
Neither any of his cuckold friends was.
They had successfully formed a Cuckold Society maintaining their own kind of freedom with their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers/live in relationship partners.
It was a punishable crime now in Ved Nagar to disgrace them or their society.
It was a Society of Triples, instead of couples, supported by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.
The Musalmān wife, Hindu lover/live in relationship partner and Musalmān husband were the three members of a legal unit of it.
So many Musalmīn were against it, yet there were some Musalmīn too that supported the movement Cuckold Your Musalmān husband.
Their demand was ‘Cuckold the entire terrorists to disgrace and punish them publicly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself for them, reincarnated.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was watching Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr curiously.
“Come in,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said to Muħammad bin Qāsim, “Shérū won’t hurt you now.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim looked past Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr at the dog, and said huskily,
“If that damned dog makes a pass at me, I’m going to shoot at him.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr eyed Muħammad bin Qāsim with cold hard eyes.
“You would do nothing of the sort if you don’t want to get hurt yourself. If you hurt the dog even infinitesimal, I’d break your damned neck. Understand?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted.
“You damned cuckold, I know everything about you. Never try to threaten me again, you shameless creature.”
“Well, it’s better to be shameless as I am than being shameful as you are. Now, come on.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim gritted through his teeth helplessly, quite annoyed.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was smiling at Muħammad bin Qāsim with quite a smirk on his face,
“My boy, you won’t have any trouble with Shérū as long as you get out and come in moving confidently.”
“You bloody cuckold, are you teaching me how to behave with that damned dog?” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted quite irritated now.
“Sure, you impotent,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed.
“Damn you. I’m not impotent.” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted again.
“Your girlfriends claim that you are.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled deliberately humiliating Muħammad bin Qāsim now.
“They are horny bitches. They claim my impotence only because they want to get sympathy of Durgesh and his legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“If you were a man why the hell your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends would need Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund instead of your cut Musalmān nūnī?”
“Cut Musalmān Lund.” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted irritably.
“Cut Musalmān nūnī.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr laughed.
“Cut Musalmān Lund.”
“Cut Musalmān nūnī.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr repeated, “That’s what your girlfriends call your entirely incompetent bloody sexual organ. Don’t they, my boy?”
“Shut up, you bloody cuckold.”
“It’s better to be even a cuckold than being impotent.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr kept laughing at Muħammad bin Qāsim.*
Muħammad bin Qāsim was surprised at the cuckold’s entirely unashamed aggressive behavior.
“Oh, come on.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said, “Move confidently but don’t ever start running from a dog, and don’t ever act as though you were afraid.”
“Stand still and let the damned dog tear a leg off, I suppose. Isn’t it?” Muħammad bin Qāsim said sarcastically.
“Impotent, your Jījū and your sisters didn’t have any trouble,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr pointed out, “did they?”
“The trouble I had,” Muħammad bin Qāsim told Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, “was enough to make up for all the four of us.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim eased himself out of the automobile and followed Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr to the porch.
“Come in,” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr invited them, “Shérū, get the hell back out of the way.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr aimed a halfhearted kick imitating his ever-dominant wife, Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā used to aim at him with her foot.
He used to enjoy both the actions.
Zaynab bint Åāmir Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā kicking him with her foot as if he was her dog, instead of her husband and imitating her himself with Shérū and other dogs.
His critics laughed at him.
“You love blasphemy, don’t you?” his worst critic, Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had watched Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr scornfully once.
“How do you mean?” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled at him as if it wasn’t anything abnormal.
“Your wife is also Zaynab bint Åāmir but she isn’t certainly Umm Ruman razī Allāhu tålā ånahā. Is she?”
“I respect her this way. Can’t I even respect my wife? Damn you.”
“Isn’t it a fact that when your wife gets fucked by Durgesh sitting on his lap, she uses you as her footrest, as her pedestal?”
“So what? I love it. I enjoy it.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr smiled proudly, entirely unashamed of himself.
“You clean Durgesh’s legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund after Durgesh sodomizes your wife, by sucking him taking it in your mouth. Don’t you?”
“It’s a new society, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. Try to understand it Imām Sāħab.”*
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā
Tujhé Chodā Mainé
Aur chodtā rahūn tujhé hai bas yehī duā
‘The fifteen days of intense sex, love and lust’
Main muskurā diyā.
Achchhī chāl thī.
Abhī tak jo kuchh ho rahā thā voh is wajah sé ho rahā thā ki wahān sirf hum donon thé.
Jabīn Kħān mérī goad mein mujhé yah dhokah déné ké liyé baiŧh saktī thien ki voh Jabīn Kħān nahīn, Jabīn Kħān kī juđwān bahan, Kħālidah Kħān, thien.
Voh mere sāth kyā kar rahī thien is baat kā hum donon ké ålāvā koī gawāh nahīn thā.
Ab ék tīsrī shakħsiyat wahān aa gaī thī, kathit Kħālidah Kħān kī secretary, Jannat-e- Firdaus.
Yah swābhāvik thā, qudratī thā, ék fitarī baat thī ki jo kuchh ék purush aur åurat sirf un donon kī tanhā maujūdagī mein kar sakté thé, voh kisī third person kī maujūdagī mein hargiz nahīn kiyā jā saktā thā.
Lihājah pahlé sé hī tayshudah kisī arrangement ké taħat Jabīn Kħān né Jannat-e- Firdaus ko koī message bhéjā thā.
Ho saktā hai koī switch dabāyā rahā ho jo main nahīn dékh pāyā thā lékin , jissé Jannat-e- Firdaus ké flat mein koī ghanŧī bajī ho, aur voh Jabīn Kħān kī madad karné ké liyé wahān aa pahunchī ho.
To voh Jabīn Kħān hī thī jo is vaqt mérī goad mein baiŧhī huī thī?
Jiské ħasīn perfect garm Musalmān kūlhé mérī Hindu purush goad ko jhulasā rahé thé aur jinké bīch samāyā huā mérā Uncut Hindu Lund is samaý burī taraħ uttéjit ho rahā thā, uskī dilkash ħasīn chiknī Musalmān Choot mein jađ tak samā samā kar uskā lutf uŧhāné ké liyé.
Aur bhī burī taraħ ŧhanŧhanā uŧhā mérā Uncut Hindu Lund Jabīn Kħān ké donon garm Musalmān kūlhon ké darmyān smāyā huā, yah maħsūs karté hī ki voh vāqaåī Jabīn Kħān hī thī jo is vaqt mérī Hindu purush goad mein baiŧhī huī thī apnī kisī strategy ké taħat.
Shāhīn Kħān ké yahān, Jabīn Mansion, main darasal Jabīn Kħān ko dékhné aur usko chodné ké chakkar mein hī jātā thā.
Jabīn Kħān bhī yah baat pahlī martabah sé hī samajh gaī thī.
Béwaqūf nahīn thī Jabīn Kħān.
Mujhsé bīs saal chhoŧī thī Jabīn Kħān lékin åql aur tajurbah ké måmlé mein voh apné shauhar Shoeb Kħān Sāħab sé karođon gunā aagé thī.
Post Yazīd Malåūn Islam darasal Pseudo Islam thā.
Achchhī baat yah huī thī is silsilé mein ki Yazīd Malåūn aur uské kħarīdé hué tamām Mullāon aur Maulaviyon kā target buniyādī taur par sirf ék siyāsī target thā, jiské liyé unhén sirf Musalmān mard darkār thé, Musalmān åuratén nahīn.
Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu né isliyé Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu ké kħilāf reporting kar kar ké unhén maidān sé nahīn haŧwāyā thā ki unko koī dīnī leadership darkār thī.
Unko Ħuzūrs sé shikāyat yah thī ki Ħuzūrs né Hinduism ko uskī original purānī dagar par gāmzan kar diyā thā ék nayé Arabic naam Islam ké sāth jaisé båd mein Mughal-e-Åāzam, Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar, né kiyā thā, Dīn-e-Ilāhī ké nām sé.
Issé Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu ko yah nuqsān huā thā ki unké bāp Abu Sufyān kī siyāsī ħukūmat chhin gaī thī.
Iské sāth hī sāth chhin gayā thā Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu kā wālī åhad honé kā åhdah.
Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu jis taraħ ék ké båd ék shikast jāhiliyat qabl-e-Islam aur kufr ko dété chalé jā rahé thé, uské chalté Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu kā qad kabhī utnā bhī nahīn rahné wālā thā jitnā us vaqt thā.
Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu ék Jawābī Inqalāb, Counter revolution, ké siyāsī mission ké taħat Islamī fauj mein shāmil hué thé jo unhén us iktedār ké shāhī takħt tak pahunchātā jo unké wālī åhad na rahné sé unsé chhin gayā thā.
Yah voh bahut bađā farq thā jo Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu aur Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu ké darmyān thā jisé Ħuzūrs kī zāt-e-mubārak ké ålāvā Ħazrat Siddīq-e-Åāzamrzu bhī bahut achchhī taraħ samajhté thé.
Yahī wajah thī ki Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu kī tamām fitarī insānī kħāmiyon ké bāwajūd na Ħuzūrs kī zāt-e-mubārak né unko Islamī ifwāj kī sipahsālārī sé kabhī haŧāyā na unhén kabhī vaisī koī zalīl sazā dī jaisī båd mein dī gaī, na Ħazrat Siddīq-e-Åāzamrzu né.
Kāsh Ħazrat Fārūq-e-Åāzamrzu né issé koī siyāsī sabaq liyā hotā aur Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu ko Islamī ifwāj kī sipahsālārī sé kabhī haŧāné kī badtarīn siyāsī ghaltī na kī hotī to aaj tamām kurra-e-zamīn Vedic Monotheist Hinduism, True Islam, kī roshnī sé jagmagā rahā hotā.*
Ammī béŧī Shāhīn Kħān sé bhī zyādah garm maħsūs ho rahī thī.
“Ab tum mérī goad sé uŧhogī.” main Jabīn Kħān ko mérī goad mein burī taraħ kaskar dabochtā huā bolā.
“Sawāl hī paidah nahīn hotā.” Jabīn Kħān né mérī ummīd ké sarvathā viparīt apné ħasīn sudaul garm Musalmān kūlhé mere Uncut Hindu Lund kī sampūrñ lambāī aur moŧāī par aur bhī burī taraħ kaskar jakađ liyé.
Apné Jabīn Kħān na honé, aur apnī juđwān bahan, Kħālidah Kħān honé kī achchhī adākārī kar rahī thī Jabīn Kħān is vaqt.
Kis ħad tak jāyégī Jabīn Kħān kī yah adākārī?
Kyā apné āpko Kħālidah Kħān sābit kar sakné ké liyé voh mujhsé chudvā bhī légī?
Crime Prevention ké apné mission ké liyé itnī dedicated thī Jabīn Kħān ki usné bađī maħnat sé apné liyé yah dūsrī identity qāyam kī thī.
Agar iské liyé usko ab mujhsé chudvānā bhī pađ jātā to mere kħayāl sé voh bold lady pīchhé nahīn haŧné wālī thī.
Waisé bhī Shoeb Kħān ab Jabīn Kħān ké sirf nām nihād shauhar hī rah gayé thé.
Achchhé insān thé.
Lékin zindagī kī yah bahut bađī ħaqīqat samajh sakné mein voh poorī taraħ nākām thé ki unkī tamām achchhāiyān ék sāth milkar bhī unkī Ħuzūr Bégum Sāħibah kī Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot kī aag nahīn bujhā saktī thien.
Iské liyé to baharħāl mere Uncut Hindu Lund kī hī zarūrat thī Jabīn Kħān ko bhī.
Shāyad isī wajah sé apnī yah dūsrī identity itnī bold banāī thī Jabīn Kħān né ki ismein agar voh mujhsé sabké sāmné khulkar chudvā bhī rahī hotīn to bhī koī is par unkī tazalīl hargiz nahīn karné wālā thā.
Voh ék bahādur åurat thien jo Anna Hazāre jaisī sākh banā chukī thien apné fans ké dilon mein.
Jabīn Kħān ké fans kī nigāhon mein ab unké saat kħūn bhī måāf thé.
Voh agar ab mujhsé chaurāhon par bhī chudvātīn khulé åām, to bhī log ab yahī samajhté ki aesā voh apnī kisī zalīl ħaiwānī fitrat ko pūrā karné ké liyé nahīn kar rahī thī, balki darħaqīqat yah uskī koī lambī shātir scheme thī, jis kī wajah se ākħirkār béshumār corrupt politicians, government officials, black marketers, racketeers, smugglers waghairah waghairah kī shāmat aakar rahnī thī.
Yah makkārī bharī salāħ Jabīn Kħān ko darasal Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan né hī dī thī.
“Aap yah to jāntī hī hain na ki main aaj Durgesh sé har jagah jab jahān chāhūn chudvātī rahtī hūn aur koī is par mérā baal bhī bānkā nahīn kar saktā.”
Jabīn Kħān muskurā dī thien.
“Hān bhāī, aajkal tumhārā yah kamāl to tamām kāynāt-e-kul dékh rahī hai. Kaisé manage kar rakhā hai tamām mumālik kī Police ko is baat ké liyé tumné?”
“Durgesh jaisé Licensed to Fuck hai, mujhé Durgesh sé har jagah jab jahān chāhūn chudvā sakné kā special license hai, UNO sé.”
“Koī kamāl nahīn hai. Kamāl thā Durgesh ko baghair kisī application ké UNO sé Licensed to Fuck ké rights diyā jānā. Kħud Durgesh kī mukħālifat ké bāwajūd UNO né Durgesh ko Licensed to Fuck ké rights diyé. Kyon diyé? Kyonki aesā karné mein UNO ko apnā mafād nazar aa rahā thā, Durgesh kā nahīn. Durgesh kī Licensed to Fuck kī is unique legendary position né terrorism, underworld aur organized crime kā muqāblā karné mein sirf UNO kī hī nahīn, in masāil sé pashémān tamām mumālik kī bhī madad kī. Jiskā natījah aaj yah huā hai ki un mumālik ké heads ké signatures bhī Durgesh kī Licensed to Fuck kī is kħusūsī ħaisiyat par hoté jā rahé hain.”
Jabīn Kħān muskurāīn.
“Tum yah kahnā chāhtī ho, ki agar main chāhūn to aesā main bhī kar saktī hūn, jaisā tum kar rahī ho?”
“Kyon nahīn? Jo Durgesh aur main kar sakté hain, voh Durgesh aur aap kyon nahīn kar sakté? Durgesh aur mujh mein kyā koī surkħāb ké par lagé hué hain?”
“Wallah, tum to kamāl kī lađkī ho. Kaisé kar saktī hūn main Durgesh ké sāth yah sab?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan né jo salāħ Jabīn Kħān ko dī thī uské mutābiq, apnī dūsrī identity mein, Crime Prevention kā unkā mission Jabīn Kħān ké liyé tårīfén bhī juŧā rahā thā, daulat bhī, aur bépanāh izzat bhī.
Us bahādur åurat ké liyé bahut izzat thī méré man mein.
Lékin iské sāth hī sāth main yah bhī jāntā thā ki Jabīn Kħān mere Uncut Hindu Lund kī bhī bhukhī thien.
Jab mérā Uncut Hindu Lund unhén dékhkar unhén salute mārtā thā to voh apnā nichlā honŧh dānton tale dabākar aesī makkārī bharī sexy nigāhon sé mérī taraf dekhtī thien ki mérā jī chāhtā thā unhén fauran wahīn girākar un par chađh jāūn aur itnā chodūn, itnā chodūn ki Jabīn Kħān bhī mast ho jāyén, nihāl ho jāyén, aur main bhī.
Voh apnī béŧī Shāhīn Kħān ko mujhsé chudvāté dékh chukī thien, aur ab is baat ké liyé marī jā rahī thien ki vahī main unkī béŧī ké sāth sāth ab unko, kħud Jabīn Kħān ko, bhī chodūn.
Main jāntā thā ki sex ké måmlé mein even aaj kī duniyā bhī utnī vyavhārik, utnī practical, aur utnī liberal nahīn thī, jitnī usko honā chāhiyé thā.
Jannat-e- Firdaus né skivvy ké ūpar ék bađī stylish jacket pahan rakhī thī is vaqt.
Uské baal sanwré hué thé aur chéhré par make up thā.
“Vow,” main saaf saaf Jannat-e- Firdaus par laar ŧapkātā huā bolā, “aaj to kħair nahīn kisī kī.”
Jannat-e- Firdaus né mujhé ānkh mārī.
“Kħushqismat ho. Is vaqt Bājī baiŧhī huī hain tumhārī Hindu purush goad mein. Varnā abhī batā détī ki aaj kiskī kħair nahīn.”
“Hoshiyār, Jannat-e- Firdaus,” Jabīn Kħān né Jannat-e- Firdaus ko ānkh mārī, “Is vaqt jo Vajr méré donon love cushions ké darmyān maujūd hai, uskā lutf agar ék baar chakh liyā na, to béchārah Muħammad bin Qāsim phir sé Dubai vāpas jané ké liyé majbūr ho jāyégā.”
“Wallah, Bājī? Sach kah rahī ho?” Jannat-e- Firdaus né poorī bésharmī sé mujh par laar ŧapkāī.
Mainé hansté hué un donon ultramodern Musalmān qayāmaton ko ŧonkā.
“Sāliyo, itnī andhér machī huī hai? Méré sāmné hī mere kħilāf sāzishén rachī jā rahī hain?”
Jabīn Kħān né méré Uncut Hindu Lund kī sampūrñ lambāī aur moŧāī par apné donon ħasīn gudāz Musalmān kūlhon kā kasāv aur bađhā diyā.
Mérā Uncut Hindu Lund is burī taraħ uttéjit ho uŧhā ki ab voh fauran Jabīn Kħān kī mastānī chust kasī huī Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot ké andar fauran sé bhī péshtar ghus kar wahān inqalāb machā dénā chāhtā thā.
Lagtā thā Ammī béŧī sé bhī zyādah chudāsī ho rahī thī.
Shāhīn Kħān sé bhī zyādah apnī Jannat-e- Firdaus kī sair karāné wālī thien Jabīn Kħān mujhé.
Jabīn Kħān ké donon madmast Musalmān kūlhé jis taraħ baar baar méré Uncut Hindu Lund kī sampūrñ lambāī aur moŧāī par jis qayāmat kī béchainī ké sāth khul aur kas rahé thé ussé lag to yahī rahā thā ki shāyad aaj Jabīn Kħān ké sāth mérā lambā honeymoon shurū’ honé wālā thā.
Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!
Ék mahīné tak nonstop?
Mazā aa jāyégā.
‘Bađī muddat sé dil kī béqarārī ko qarār āyā.
Ki jis zālim né tađpāyā, usī zālim pé pyār āyā.’
Hān, ab 43 saal kī is méré Uncut Hindu Lund mein aag lagā déné wālī madmast Musalmān ħasīnah, Jabīn Kħān, sé mujhé bépanāh, lāintehā, muħabbat ho gaī thī.
Hān, main uskī béŧī Shāhīn Kħān ko bhī chodtā thā.
To kyā huā?
Shāhīn Kħān sé mujhé hamdardī thī.
Ék pseudo Hindu, Satīsh, né dhokah diyā thā Shāhīn Kħān ko.
Shāhīn Kħān iskī sazā dénā chāhtī thī Satīsh ko, Satīsh kī ānkhon ké sāmné mujhsé chudvā kar.
Aur mujhé Shāhīn Kħān sé itnī hamdardī thī ki main is måmlé mein Shāhīn Kħān kā dil nahīn tođ saktā thā.
Ék pseudo Hindu pahlé sé hi uskā dil tođ chukā thā.
Main Shāhīn Kħān ko chodkar Satīsh ké us jaghaný mahāpāp kā prāyashchitt kar rahā thā.
Main itnā chodnā chāhtā thā Shāhīn Kħān ko, itnā chodnā chāhtā thā ki Shāhīn Kħān Satīsh kī béwafāī ko haméshah haméshah ké liyé bhool jāyé.
Kitnā bađā anugrah thā yah Eīshān kā mujh par, ki ab méré Sooxm Sharīr, Etheric Bodies, bhī svatantr honé lag gayé thé.
Ab main donon Ammī béŧī ko qayāmat tak chod saktā thā nonstop.
Aur Eīshānasý saugandham, agar voh donon Ammī béŧī aesā bhī chāhtīn, to main un donon ké liyé yah bhī karné ko taiyār thā.
Jabīn Kħān ko mujhsé muħabbat nahīn thī.
Jāntā thā main yah baat.
Muħabbat Jabīn Kħān abhī bhī sirf aur sirf apné shauhar, Shoeb Kħān Sāħab sé hī kartī thien.
Bépanāh, lāintehā muħabbat.
Lékin yah ideal muħabbat unkī jismānī bhūkh nahīn miŧā saktī thī.
Shoeb Kħān unhén sirf platonic muħabbat dé sakté thé.
Jismānī taur par Shoeb Kħān taqrīban nāmard hī thé.
Bahut achchhé insān thé.
Lékin afsos, kisī åurat ké kaam ké bilkul nahīn thé.
Apnī sahéliyon sé jab unhén yah målūm huā thā ki zyādahtar Musalmīn kā yahī ħāl thā to apné kānon par yaqīn nahīn kar pāī thien Jabīn Kħān.
“Allah, nahīn. Aesā kaisé ho saktā hai Humayrah Bājī?”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī muskurā dī thien.
“Tum bachchī ho, Jabīn Kħān. Tum abhī tak jawān nahīn huīn.”
“Abhī tak jawān nahīn huī?” Jabīn Kħān ħairān hokar bolīn, “Main abhī tak jawān nahīn huī? Aré, Humayrah Bājī, mérī béŧī jawān ho chukī hai aaj, Shāhīn Kħān. Voh Durgesh sé pyār bhī kartī hai, tumhāré Durgesh sé.”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī hans dī.
“Méré Durgesh sé? Ŧhīk kahā tumné. Durgesh is my husband now.”
Jabīn Kħān né chuŧkī lī.
“Aap né bhī ŧhīk kahā. Durgesh is your husband now. Lékin Durgesh sirf aap kā nahīn, voh to tamām badchalan Musalmān åuraton kā Hindu Kħasam hai.”
“Badchalan Musalmān åuratén?” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī hans pađīn, “Chicken, isīliyé to kahā na. Tum abhī bhī bachchī ho. Jawān nahīn huīn. Zindagī kī talkħ ħaqīqaton sé abhī tak farār hī honā bahtar policy samajhtī ho.”*
Jabīn Kħān né muskurā kar Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī kī taraf dékhā.
“Jisé kabhī beŧā kahtī thien, aaj usī ko apnā shauhar banā rakhā hai aap né. Tamām human society aap par thūk rahī hai. Kabhī ék baar bhī burā nahīn lagtā yah āpko? Everbest Wives Movement kī sadar hain aap. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan aap kā dāyān hāth banī huī hai Everbest Wives Movement mein. Kyā tålīm dénā chāhtī hain āpkī Everbest Wives Movement kī arkān aaj kī naujawān nasl ko? Yahī ki har béŧī apné baap ko apnā Kħasam banā lé? Har bahan apné bhāī kī bīwī ban jāyé? Har Ammī apné béŧé sé nikāħ kar lé, uskī live in relationship partner ban jāyé? Jis taraħ aap ban gaī hain.”
“Durgesh mérā beŧā nahīn hai.”
“Lékin béŧé sé kam bhī to nahīn thā kabhī voh aap kā.”
“Aur Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan kā baap bhī nahīn hai.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī talkħ lahjé mein bolīn.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Durgesh kī stepdaughter nahīn hai?”
“Na hai, na kabhī thī. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan né Durgesh ko kabhī na apnā baap taslīm kiyā na sautélā baap. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan né jab sé hosh sambhālā Durgesh kā tasavvur haméshah apné mard ké roop mein hī kiyā hai Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan né.”
“Pyār kartī thī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan apnī Ammī ké nayé Hindu Kħasam sé?” Jabīn Kħān né tanz kiyā.
“Us vaqt to kħair, apné hosho ħawās mein nahīn kartī thī, lékin aaj Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan agar kisī shakħs sé kħud apné aap sé bhī zyādah muħabbat kartī hai, to voh Durgesh hai. Durgesh ké ék ishāré par aaj Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan kuén mein kūd jāyégī, khāī mein chhalāng lagā dégī, aag mein kūd pađégī. Aur uf bhī nahīn karégī. Balki ulŧé aħsān mānégī Durgesh kā ki usné usko apné kisī kaam aané kā mauqā diyā.”
“Main bhī.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī mukammil sanjīdagī ké sāth mazbūtī sé bolī, “Main taslīm kartī hūn ki mujhé Durgesh sé zyādah åzīz aur koī nahīn hai. Aur kyon hogā? 86 saal kī ho chukī hūn main. Lékin Durgesh né mérī is ůmr mein bhī mujhé apnī sex goddess banā rakhā hai. Is burī taraħ chodtā hai Durgesh mérī is ůmr mein bhī mujhé ki main Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan aur mujh mein koī kħās farq maħsūs nahīn kartī.”
“Aap…aap vāqaåī 86 saal ki hain?”
“Tumhén kyā lagtā hai?”
“Mujhé to aap 60 saal kī athlete nazar aa rahī hain abhī bhī.”
“Dékhā, kitnā bađā kamāl kiyā hai Durgesh ké Uncut Hindu Lund né mérī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ké andar dīwānāwār jađ tak samā samā kar?”
“I can’t believe it.”
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī hans dī thī.
Jannat-e- Firdaus Jabīn Kħān sé mukħātib huī.
“Aap né yād kiyā Bājī?”
“Apné kaam ké mutålliq kyā irādé hain? Voh kab tak pending chalégā?” Jabīn Kħān baghair palak jhapkāyé dékh rahī thī apnī secretary ko.
“Kaun sā kaam?”
“Tumhén nahīn målūm kaun sā kaam? Jis kaam kā ground work karné jā rahī ho abhī, Piyā milan kī ummīd ké sāth, voh kaam nahīn målūm tumhén?”
“Jab aap apné Piyā kī Hindu purush goad mein is taraħ baiŧhī huī hain jamkar, to mujhé kyon rok rahī hain?”
“Tum baiŧhnā chāhtī ho Durgesh kī Hindu purush goad mein mérī jagah?”
“Méré chāhné sé kyā hotā hai Bājī?” Jannat-e- Firdaus né ék lambī sāns lī, “Jab kħud mālkin available ho, to Durgesh bhalā uskī secretary ko kyon ghās dālné lagā? Hum jaison kī qismat mein to bas aap jaison kī jūŧhan hī likhī hotī hai.”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim ko mainé nahīn thopā tumhāré sar par. Tum kħud méré anjām sé sabaq léné kī jagah jān būjhkar us nāmard ké jaal mein phanstī jā rahī ho.”
“Voh nāmard nahīn hai. Aap usko kħāmkħwāh badnām kar rahī hain.”
Jabīn Kħān āvésh mein aakar bolī,
“Tumhāré sāmné dikhāūn Durgesh sé chudvā kar? Agar main kunwārī na niklī to ‘Expose’ kī mālkin main nahīn tum. Okay?”
Ho saktā hai Muħammad bin Qāsim nāmard ho, lékin Shoeb Kħān Sāħab to nāmard nahīn thé.
Shāhīn Kħān Shoeb Kħān Sāħab kī beŧī thī.
Jabīn Kħān kunwārī kaisé ho saktī thien?*
Jannat-e- Firdaus né tanz kiyā.
“Kitnī shāndār péshkash hai Bājī, āpkī. Aap yahān raat bhar Durgesh sé chudvāné ké mazé léngī aur main yahān chair par baiŧhkar mérī Musalmān Choot sahlāūngī yā zyādah sé zyādah usmein mérī unglī dālkar chalātī rahūngī. Aap léngī Durgesh ké bémisāl unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund ké mazé, aur mujhé aap Muħammad bin Qāsim kī cut Musalmān nūnī kā lutf bhī nahīn uŧhāné déngī. Itnī béwaqūf nazar ātī hūn main āpko, ki āpkī yah péshkash vāqaåī taslīm kar lūngī?”
“Arī béwaqūf,” Jabīn Kħān kichkichākar bolīn, “Muħammad bin Qāsim nāmard hai. Voh tujhé qayāmat tak bhī nahīn chod saktā, samjhī? Voh darasal téré ‘Expose’ ké shares ħāsil karnā chāhtā hai tujh sé, tāki aagé chalkar kisī taraħ ‘Expose’ kī milkiyat sé mujhé bédakħal kar saké aur usé un corrupt kamīnon ké qadmon par dāl saké jinké kħilāf main mérī yah taħrīk chalā rahī hūn.”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim kā kahnā yah hai ki aap darħaqīqat ussé nijāt ħāsil karnā chāhtī thien. Isīliyé aapné us par yah ilzām lagāyā hai ki voh nāmard hai. Jis vaqt aapné Muħammad bin Qāsim sé nikāħ kiyā thā, us vaqt tak Durgesh āpko ħāsil nahīn thā. Āpko Durgesh ħāsil huā Muħammad bin Qāsim sé aap ké nikāħ ké båd. Durgesh ké āpko ħāsil hoté hī āpkī nīyat badal gaī.”
“Kahāniyān achchhī likhné lagā hai aajkal apnā Muħammad bin Qāsim. Ussé kahnā wahān Dubai mein pađā jhakh kyon mār rahā hai? Yahān aakar Ved Nagar Film Industry mein try kyon nahīn kartā? Ho saktā hai voh itnā kāmyāb ho jāyé yahān ki log Salīm Jāved kā naam bhī bhool jāyén.”
“Main chaltī hūn.”*
Jabīn Kħān kā mood kħarāb ho gayā.
“Chaltī hūn? Itnā sab sunné ké båd bhī ‘chaltī hūn’? Itnī khujlī machī huī hai térī Musalmān Choot mein?”
“Issé bhī zyādah.” Jannat-e- Firdaus pūrī bésharmī ké sāth bolī.
“Aur agar mérī baat sach niklī aur Muħammad bin Qāsim tujhé vāqaåī nahīn chod pāyā to?”
“To yahān kaun Durgesh mujhé chod dégā āpko chhođkar? Agar yahān bhī pyāsī hī rahnā hai, aur wahān bhī, to yahān to mérā number savéré ké pahlé lagné wālā nahīn hai. Main wahān try karké dékh létī hūn tab tak. Agar āpkī baat sach niklī aur aap kā ex-husband vāqaåī mujhé nahīn chod pāyā, to wāpas yahīn aakar jhakh mārūngī aur mérā number aané kā intezār karūngī.”
“Allah,” Jabīn Kħān mérī Hindu purush goad mein baiŧhī huī hī mérī taraf muđī, “Durgesh, Mérī Jān, yah kambakħt to marī jā rahī hai chudvāné ké liyé. Yah wahān jāyégī aur apné tamām shares us nāmard ko béch āyégī. Yah samajh hī nahīn rahī hai ki méré nāmard ex-husband né isé wahān chodné ké liyé nahīn, iské shares ħāsil karné ké liyé bulāyā hai. Yah kħud bhī barbād hokar āyégī, aur mérī barbādī kā intejām bhī karké āyégī. Please, pahlé is kambakħt ko chod do. Main iské båd chudvā lūngī.”
Jannat-e- Firdaus yah sunté hī kħushī sé uchhal pađī.
“Kyāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāā? Kyā kahā Bājī, zarā phir sé to kahnā. Aré mérī pyārī Bājī, Agar aaj Durgesh né mujhé aap sé pahlé chodā na, to main tāzindagī tumhāré pair dho dho kar piyūngī. Aur phir jahannum mein jāyé nāmurād Muħammad bin Qāsim. Jab Durgesh hī mil gayā to phir aur kyā ħāsil karnā båqī rah gayā? Manzil hī mil gaī na. Idhar Durgesh kā Uncut Hindu Lund mérī Panjvaqtah Namāzī kunwārī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot mein ghusā aur udhar mainé méré tamām shares aap ké naam kiyé.”
Jannat-e- Firdaus pāglon kī taraħ Jabīn Kħān sé lipaŧ gaī thī, aur usko burī taraħ chūm aur chāŧ rahī thī.
Jannat-e- Firdaus kī ānkhén kħushī ké ānsuon sé chhalkī pađ rahī thien.
“Dékh rahé ho, Durgesh? Kitnī kħush ho rahī hai is baat ké sirf tasavvur sé hī, ki tum isé chodné jā rahé ho? Mérī Jān, chhođ sakogé apnī aesī kisī dīwānī ko kisī kambakħt Muħammad bin Qāsim ké liyé?” Jabīn Kħān né mérī taraf dékhā.
Main na sirf dékh rahā thā, balki sun bhī rahā thā aur samajh bhī rahā thā kħūb achchhī taraħ ki voh donon Shaitān kī Kħālāyén āpas mein milkar méré sāth kaun sā game khél rahī hain.
Jabīn Kħān utnī sīdhī hargiz nahīn thī, jitnī nazar ātī thī.*
Mainé mérī Hindu purush goad mein jamkar baiŧhī Jabīn Kħān ké surkħ rasīlé dilkash Musalmān honŧh chūm liyé.
Jabīn Kħān kichkichākar mujhsé lipaŧ gaīn aur burī taraħ, pāglon kī taraħ mujhé chūmné aur chāŧné lagīn.
Maine jān būjhkar Jabīn Kħān ko nangī karnā shurū kar diyā.
Yah shak thā mujhé ki mutawātar zahnī tanāv kī wajah sé Jabīn Kħān darħaqīqat Duel Personality ké marz kā shikār ho gaī hain.
Voh hī Jabīn Kħān hain, voh hī Kħālidah Kħān hain, lékin unhén is ħaqīqat kā aħsās tak nahīn hai.
Jabīn Kħān conservative hain, orthodox hain aur apné Hindu dāmād, Durgesh, sé hargiz hargiz nahīn chudvānā chāhtīn.
Lékin unkā zahan unkī mutawātar jismānī māng ké aagé ghuŧné ŧék chukā hai.
Usné Kħālidah Kħān ké naam sé ék dūsrī personality vikasit kar lī hai jo léshmātr bhī conservative nahīn hai, léshmātr bhī orthodox nahīn hai. Intehāī bahādur aur ultramodern hai.
Is dūsrī personality mein Jabīn Kħān né voh sab kiyā hai, jo Jabīn Kħān dil sé karnā chāhtī thien, lékin unkā conservative aur orthodox zahan unhén Jabīn Kħān kī identity mein voh sab karné kī ijāzat nahīn détā thā.*
Jabīn Kħān né zarrah barābar bhī mukħālifat nahīn kī thī is baat kī ki main usko nangī kar rahā thā.
Iské bilkul baråks, Jabīn Kħān kħud bhī mastī mein aa gaī thī aur usné bhī mujhé nagn karnā shurū kar diyā thā.
Jannat-e- Firdaus nihāyat hī dilchaspī sé yah sab dékh rahī thī.
Jabīn Kħān né mastiyon mein Jannat-e- Firdaus ko dānŧā,
“Kambakħt, nāmurād, dékh kyā rahī hai is taraħ khađī khađī? Chudvānā nahīn hai Durgesh sé?”
“Chudvānā nahīn hai?” Jannat-e- Firdaus ħairān hotī huī bolī, “Aré, main kyā jhakh mārné ké liyé khađī huī hūn yahān agar mujhé chudvānā na hotā to?”
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Imrān Hāshmī bit down hard on his lip to stop himself from crying out.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was fucking him in his ass.
It was a great mistake that, Imrān Hāshmī thought the entire underworld was Muslim dominated.
Yes, most of the underworld consisted of Pseudo Musalmīn, but not the entire.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was there too.
Imrān Hāshmī loved Rājesh Rājpūt that Rājesh Rājpūt must fuck Imrān Hāshmī in his ass, but when Shankar Mahāpralayankar announced to punish Imrān Hāshmī by himself fucking Imrān Hāshmī, even Rājesh Rājpūt couldn’t save Imrān Hāshmī.
He was Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s mare now.
Mare, not horse.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was constantly pumping nonstop.
Allah målūm how Shankar Mahāpralayankar had succeeded in establishing that Imrān Hāshmī was dead now.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm had murdered him.
The dead body, Shankar Mahāpralayankar successfully established that it was that of Imrān Hāshmī was arranged by his persons from some hospital.
Pain, pleasure, Imrān Hāshmī was experiencing both.
Almost unbearable pleasure.
Imrān Hāshmī could silence himself no longer.
His gay Musalmān body shuddered uncontrollably as Imrān Hāshmī climaxed.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar still didn’t withdraw his still erect Uncut Hindu Penis from Imrān Hāshmī’s feminine ass.
Imrān Hāshmī rested his feminine buttocks in Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Hindu groin.
He knew Shankar Mahāpralayankar would fuck him again.
In the meantime, Shankar Mahāpralayankar stood up proudly and stared down at Imrān Hāshmī.
“So you say you haven’t murdered Muħammad bin Qāsim?” Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Penis was still throbbing into Imrān Hāshmī’s round firm perfect feminine ass.
Imrān Hāshmī was panting.
“Señor, I’m a gay. More than ninety-nine percent I am feminine. How can I murder an underworld personality as successful as Muħammad bin Qāsim was?”
“Ummil Åālmīn, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, wanted you to replace Muħammad bin Qāsim, didn’t she?”
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim smiled at Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
“Shankar, Muħammad bin Qāsim was my younger brother. Abbū tried his best to stop his underworld activities. That’s why I wanted Imrān Hāshmī to replace my younger brother Muħammad bin Qāsim.”
She was all-nude with me.
I was fucking Al Zakāt Al Qāsim from her gorgeous behind.
Imrān Hāshmī was licking my Uncut Hindu Penis when it came out of his sister, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .
It was Ved Nagar and Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog was normal here.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled at me,
“Durgesh, I don’t think Imrān Hāshmī can kill even a rat or fly.”
“Thank you.” Imrān Hāshmī gratefully pushed his feminine buttocks into Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s lap, surrendering his gorgeous feminine ass to Shankar Mahāpralayankar thus, in immense indebtedness.*
Muħammad Ibrāhīm knew Durgesh would never let down him.
How wrong he was.
He hated Durgesh because Durgesh was fucking Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s beautiful sisters, Jamīlah Nādir, Åzīzah Nādir, Fauziyah Nādir, Ghazālah Nādir, Zulékħah Nādir, Bilqīs Nādir and Tayyabah Nādir.
He was the only brother among seven sisters.
His Ammī, Kulsūm Åbbās, loved his only son very much.
Even his Abbū, Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, was very proud of Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad was in the Board of Directors in Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.
“Abbū,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm had protested, “we are millionaire. You have done very much for your children. All my seven sisters are highly educated and running their own businesses. Yet, their affair with the Hindu multi zillionaire Durgesh…”
“Durgesh is your friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm.” his wife, Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān, interrupted Muħammad Ibrāhīm curtly.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad smiled.
“She is right, Muħammad Ibrāhīm. Durgesh has a great contribution in not only our success, but our Bahū Bégum’s family’s success as well.”
“I know. But I can’t pay Durgesh with my sisters.” Muħammad Ibrāhīm said curtly.
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled cunningly.
“Well, I am ready to pay Durgesh with my sisters for the prosperity and protection my family is receiving from him.”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm watched his wife, Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān, scrutinizing her.
“What do you mean?”
“You are ready to pay Durgesh with your sisters only for the prosperity and protection your family is receiving from him? Not with yourself too?”
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled prudently.
“I see. So you still doubt that Durgesh fucks me too?”
“I know Durgesh fucks his Musalmān friends’ extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies. Most of my friends have adjusted with the inevitable because their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies themselves are adamant to fuck Durgesh. They shamelessly say:
‘Once with Durgesh,
all the rest is trash.’
Allah, my own sisters say so.”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm gritted his teeth.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad smiled.
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, your sisters are modern young ladies. All of them are highly educated and Durgesh helped them in establishing their own businesses.”
“Their own husbands don’t mind it. Why the hell do you?”
“That’s what I am trying to tell your foolish son, Abbū.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān said curtly.
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm,” Al Waħīd Al Muħammad admonished his somewhat communal somewhat backward son, “It’s twenty first century. Your sisters have their own fundamental human rights and women rights too. Their sex life is their personal life. When their husbands…”
“Their husbands are selling my sisters.” Muħammad Ibrāhīm thundered at his Abbū, Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, “They themselves have extramarital affairs. Why the hell they mind if my sisters are foolish enough to sell themselves to Durgesh to get financial support for their husbands and themselves too?”
“I see.” Al Waħīd Al Muħammad said curtly.
“I too.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān said.
“Durgesh has fucked your brains too.” Muħammad Ibrāhīm said furiously.
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān cooed.
“Thanks for the compliment, my dear husband.”
“It’s not a compliment.”
“That’s what you think.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled at her foolish Musalmān husband, “I take it as a compliment that the great Durgesh, the multi zillionaire, the lifelong chairman of HVSI Group of Business Enterprises, is interested in me sexually. It means something else too.”
“That you are sexually incompetent.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān humiliated Muħammad Ibrāhīm deliberately.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was too furious to respond his wife.
He always suspected Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān never had any platonic relationship with me.
No Musalmān Beauty with brains could have any platonic relationship with me ever.
When I was such a damnfool that I always establish my Musalmān women financially establishing their own separate business establishment, why the hell any Musalmān Beauty with brains wouldn’t get benefited from it?
Okay, let the Hindu damnfool fuck her.
Even their husbands and their inlaws supported them.
Money had its own ethics.
My one fourth Uncut Hindu Lund was already into Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān’s beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
It was rock hard.
“Bhābhījān,” I tried to say.
“Shut up.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān said, smiling into my eyes, “I never accepted the platonic relationship you always offered to me so obdurately. Durgesh, don’t you think ever that you were insulting me, thus?”
I fell as if from the seventh sky.
“All of my sisters, all of my cousins, all of my girlfriends, were enjoying grand sex with you and luxuries your never ending money could buy for them. Yet, I was still only your friend’s girlfriend for you.”
“Bhābhījān, how could I cheat Muħammad Ibrāhīm? He was my friend.”
“Stop acting the damn ethical.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān pushed her Musalmān Cunt again on my Uncut Hindu Prick.
My Uncut Hindu Prick entered her Musalmān Cunt half of it now.
I still couldn’t believe Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān herself fucking me.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was in jail.
Muħammad Åbdullah had told me that Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān doesn’t want him out on bail.
I couldn’t believe Muħammad Åbdullah.
But now, I wasn’t so sure.
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān perhaps never loved her husband, Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
I was mistaken.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was also mistaken.
But why the hell then Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān married Muħammad Ibrāhīm?
Was she playing some deep game?
I should find out.
Was she behind it herself?
Did she herself mastermind her husband’s arrest?
Did she marry Muħammad Ibrāhīm to destroy him completely?
I should find out.
I should find out.
I should protect my friend from this mastermind bitch.
What a woman?
I never suspected her even while she was so openly unashamed of her activities.
Shakīlah Sultān always grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis.
She always winked at me lewdly.
Once she even unzipped me and entered her right hand to grab my Uncut Hindu Penis.*
I was startled.
“Oh, shut up, fuck me, you Hindu idiot.”
“Stop it, Bhābhījān; after all, there must be some limit.”
“Your friend is a religious damn fool. I married him only because he is a Musalmān and you are not. Now, didn’t you promise me that you’d personally take care of me if Muħammad Ibrāhīm ever failed?”
I was dumbfounded.
“I didn’t mean it to the extent you thought, Bhābhījān.”
“Why not? Your friend is an idiot. He fucks me in darkness only.”
“It’s a customary excuse most of you Musalmān wives use to justify your infidelity,” I laughed, “to justify your extramarital affair with us Hindus. Stop it, Bhābhījān. I know it isn’t true.”
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān had grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis and had already brought it out of my shorts.
Now she was squeezing it playfully.
It was rock hard.
“It is true. And you have to fill the gap now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm is a poor fucker. You are the best, they say. Now provide me what your friend is not providing.”
“You promised me you’d provide me everything Muħammad Ibrāhīm wouldn’t. Didn’t you?”
“Of course, but I never meant sex too.”
“Well, you never said that.”
“Well, wasn’t it obvious?”
“No. I still had your Uncut Hindu Penis in my hand when you promised me it.”
“Bhābhījān, try to understand me. You were crazy for me then. How the hell otherwise could I convince you to marry Muħammad Ibrāhīm?”
“You promised me specifically that if I married Muħammad Ibrāhīm I would have extramarital affair with you too. Didn’t you?”
“Because you wanted to fuck me then and there.”
“And I did it, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” I was furious now, “you fucked me. You made me unable to meet my eyes with Muħammad Ibrāhīm. He didn’t get your virginity, your cherry. You gave it to me.”
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled cunningly.
“It was nothing my dear. It was only a trailer. Don’t forget we entered a treaty, a written treaty that you’d provide me everything, including sex too, if Muħammad Ibrāhīm failed to provide me anything to my satisfaction.”
I watched her incredulously.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Shakīlah Sultān.
“So you want to fuck Durgesh before you marry Muħammad Ibrāhīm?”
Shakīlah Sultān winked at her.
“I want Muħammad Ibrāhīm cuckolded, but not at once. He must suffer gradually increasingly.”
“I thought you loved him.”
“I can’t love a Pseudo Musalmān.” Shakīlah Sultān said scornfully, “I hate the bastards immensely and love them all cuckolded to their Musalmān wives, their Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers.”
“May I ask why?”
“They are blots to Islam and I am an ardent Musalmān.”
“So you want to punish them?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled prudently.
“Cuckold Your Musalmān husband is my movement, dearie.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed, “The Pseudo Musalmīn hate me immensely because I patronize Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. It’s my Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s first international major success. Even the Western countries finance it because it keeps Hindu Muslim Unity shattered. After 1857, the Westerners are so afraid of Hindu Muslim Unity that they never want them united.”
“But Hindu Lund Muslim Choot union is itself Hindu Muslim Unity. Don’t the bastard Westerners understand it?”
“They believe that the name Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club would excite Musalmīn. They would feel humiliated and therefore never reconcile with Hindus.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was smiling cunningly.
“Well, what’s wrong in it if the Westerners think so? Aren’t Musalmīn so communal now that they can’t bear this name for an international series of clubs?”
“They are. They are. But it would arrange and increase Hindu Lund Muslim Choot union however.”
“But most of the Pseudo Musalmīn are Uneducated/Under Educated. They form the most of the underworld even calling it shamelessly Muslim Underworld too. Won’t they kill Hindus if they feel humiliated to the extent?”*
Long lashes swept upward, dark eyes regarded me with the unabashed frankness of a speculator looking over a piece of property.
She shifted her extremely beautiful nude Musalmān legs on my nude Hindu male shoulders.
My Uncut Hindu Penis once more vanished into her until virgin Musalmān Cunt to my balls.
She smiled at me cunningly.
“I’m going to like this case.” I smiled too.
“I hope you do, Muħammad Ibrāhīm Bhāījān needs a good lawyer.” Al Furqān Al Waħīd said, “Yet, the best lawyer he could have is now being attacked by his own Musalmān Houseladies nonstop.”
“Why are you so against your own brother?”
“Why is his own wife, Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān, is against her own husband?”
“That can’t be your own reason too.”
“Why do you want your own brother should get gas chamber?”
“He never helped my husband. He cheated him always.”
“Isn’t that what you yourself are doing now?”
“Cheating Abul Ħakam?” Al Furqān Al Waħīd raised her long lashes once more, “You don’t know me, my Hindu fucker. I can’t cheat Abul Ħakam ever.”
“What is this then? Your beloved husband is suffering from Aids and you persistently requested me to fuck you.”
Al Furqān Al Waħīd’s beautiful eyes were suddenly full of tears.
“He permitted me only when I feigned I was ravenously dying to get sex. Suffering from Aids, Abul Ħakam couldn’t do it himself, so…”
“What do you exactly want from me?”
“I want to test what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī suggested me.”
My mouth was suddenly filled with extreme bitterness.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī?”
“Yes, now I don’t have another alternative.”
“Are you crazy? Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī both hate Pseudo Musalmīn deadly. They want them humiliated extremely. Don’t you know it?”
“I know,” Al Furqān Al Waħīd said patiently, “but I too think the criminals/criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn deserve what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī are doing with them.”
“How innocent are you!” I said sarcastically, “Don’t you realize they are actually cuckolding your Musalmān husband?”
“Under their Cuckold Your Musalmān husband movement?”
“What do you think?”
“Durgesh, well, they have a theory that my husband can survive if he himself allows me to have sex with you and cleans my private parts with his tongue after that.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī?”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī.” Al Furqān Al Waħīd said.
“Are you really PhD?”
“I know what you are thinking of me. But what the another alternative do I have? I can do anything for his survival.”
“You are crazy.”
“No, I’m desperate.” Al Furqān Al Waħīd contradicted me, “A desperate can do anything whatsoever if there is even an infinitesimal possibility.”
“I can’t appreciate Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, neither I can even forgive them for it. They are humiliating a person that’s already dying.”
“But he is recovering, méré Hindu Piyā.”
“What?” I was crestfallen.
I couldn’t believe her.
“That’s right. I know you won’t believe it. Even I couldn’t. But believe it or not.Since Abul Ħakam has allowed me to have sex with you and is licking my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt and Musalmān ass, Abul Ħakam is really recovering surprisingly fast. The doctors had decided Abul Ħakam should go through one more operation. But when we reached there, for the operation, the doctors have suddenly found the operation isn’t needed any more, at least now. Tell me if it isn’t the effect of what we are doing, our threesome I mean, why otherwise it’s happening?”
“It may be a coincidence only.”
Al Furqān Al Waħīd watched me attentively.
“Sorry, Durgesh, I don’t believe what you say. I respect you the most, but…”
“You respect me?” I looked at her quite surprised. My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis was diving into her until virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to my balls, remaining there enough to get content abundantly, coming out till only its head remained inside, and then again plunging more vigorously, till again it’s inside her tight Musalmān Cunt upto my balls to remain there again till I was entirely content with it abundantly, “You only respect me even now?”
Al Furqān Al Waħīd’s expressive eyes were suddenly intensely cold.
“’I see. You want to hear from me that I love you now. Don’t you?”
“Isn’t it natural?”
“I think so. But I respect you to the extent that I can’t lie to you even if I wanted to. It would never be convincing enough to you. Moreover, I would hate myself very much for it, so much that I can’t live normally with my lies to you. It would shatter down my own self respect in my own eyes.”
“Al Furqān Al Waħīd, we are making love…”
Al Furqān Al Waħīd raised her right hand up, in my sentence.
“No, we aren’t.”
“We aren’t making love. I don’t love you. Neither I am capable to love anyone else except Abul Ħakam. Sorry.”
“The hell we aren’t making love.” I said somewhat irritated, “I’m fucking you vigorously…”
“That you are fucking me.”
“I didn’t get you.”
“We are fucking each other. That’s it. We are fucking each other. That’s all. I respect you the most for it that you are kind enough to fuck me. I need it. I need your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis into my Musalmān Cunt very much. But that is the all you can get from me in return. I honor you. And I’d honor you the most till Abul Ħakam and I do exist anywhere. Abul Ħakam does also honor you not less than I do.”
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Al Safiyah Al Ghaus couldn’t control herself any more.
“That’s the problem.” she fired her husband.
The ever-incompetent idiot.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled patronizingly.
“What’s the problem?”
“That I married you.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus blurted out. “Shame on you. You can’t fuck your own wife.”
“What the hell you mean? I haven’t fucked you ever? You are a virgin still now?”
“Thank you very much.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said tartly, “And for your kind information, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, I was a widow in Las Vegas, Nevada, when you proposed me. I wasn’t a virgin even then.”
Pratāp Bachhalyā interfered,
“Well, well, well, Bhābhījān, Bhāījān, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī and Durgesh have come here for a definite purpose.”
“Damned if you aren’t right.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs grabbed the opportunity.
It was troublesome for Al Nadīm Al Quddūs that he had to watch his own sisters being fucked so thoroughly by three Hindus.
Damn Hindus and their Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog.
No problem yoga was being appreciated now throughout the globe.
But Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog!
“Just what do you want, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked me.
Pratāp Bachhalyā squirmed fucking his extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim.
“Just a minute, Bhāījān. We unanimously decided that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus Bhābhījān would talk with Durgesh on our behalf. Didn’t we?”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled.
“Then why the hell have we called our lawyer, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī Bājī?”
“It’s alright, Al Nadīm.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī cooed. My Uncut Hindu Penis was still wildly visiting her ever-tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. “I can understand. Pratāp has his faith more in Al Safiyah Al Ghaus Bhābhījān, than in me. I’m still here. Let Al Safiyah Al Ghaus Bhābhījān talk with Durgesh on Pratāp Bachhalyā’s behalf at least.”
“Well,” Vikram Bachhalyā said, “I can’t help that my wife, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim and Pratāp’s wife, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, still have faith in Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī Bājī. I don’t. Pratāp is right. Almost every woman of Durgesh shamelessly says:
‘Once with Durgesh,
all the rest is trash.’
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī laughed.
“I don’t blame you, Vikram Bachhalyā. My sister, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim was never as money minded as she is now.”
“What do you mean?” Vikram Bachhalyā asked curtly.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus prudently avoided the hostility being developed more and more among her sisters and their Bachhalyā Hindu husbands.
In Ved Nagar, despite every effort from me and other Dvij Hindus, the Bachhalyās were still becoming a dominant influencing force now.
The Brāhm Sampradāý, the Brāhm denomination of Hinduism, had opted for the Bachhalyās’ leadership of them.
“Just what do you want Durgesh, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus asked me shrewdly.
“Well,” I said, “I’ve come here as a lawyer representing a client that has an interest adverse to you.”
“Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd?”
“I can’t disclose my client’s name without his express permission.”
“His? Or ‘her’?”
“That’s also a part of privileged communication between a client and a lawyer.”
“What do you want to talk about?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at me patiently.
“Imrān Hāshmī is dead. I want to ask you about circumstances that may have led to his death or…”
“Imrān Hāshmī is dead?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked with cold disbelief, “Well, wasn’t he the husband of Dr. Raziyah Siddīqī?”
“That’s right.” I replied Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
“He can’t be dead.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said curtly, “It would greatly embarrass us. Are you certain of your facts, Jījū?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs regarded me as though he expected me to wither, to weaken, and crawl under the table under the impact of his disapproving stare.
I winked at Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs immediately avoided meeting my eyes.
He looked elsewhere immediately.
Damn the Hindu scoundrel.
The ever-confident rascal.
If only the womankind never supported Durgesh…
“Imrān Hāshmī is quite thoroughly dead. Someone fucked Imrān Hāshmī in his ass and then stabbed him.”
“I never knew Imrān Hāshmī was a gay.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said angrily.
“He never told you?” I asked him feigning surprise, “Perhaps he didn’t know every gay has informed you already that he is a gay. Imrān Hāshmī should also have done the same.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at me irritably.
“I didn’t mean that.”
“Al Nadīm,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus admonished her husband coldly, “Durgesh never said Imrān Hāshmī was a gay.”
“The hell Durgesh didn’t. He said Imrān Hāshmī was fucked in his ass, didn’t he?”
“It doesn’t necessarily mean Imrān Hāshmī was a gay. It may also be that Imrān Hāshmī was raped.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said.
“Shankar Mahāpralayankar? Rājesh Rājpūt?”*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus again admonished her husband.
“The trouble with you, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, is that you believe on publicity more than your own investigation.”
“What do you mean?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs retorted.
He never liked that a woman, however intelligent she might be, would dominate him ever.
He felt his maleness hurt.
He was unable to understand that wisdom and prudence dominates, not maleness or femaleness.
Musalmān Beauties were prudent enough to understand the ultimate success of Hindu males.
They have successfully established the ever-miraculous global city, Ved Nagar.
Today Musalmān Beauties were ruling on Ved Nagar after Hindus.
The Musalmān Beauties were smarter than Musalmīn.
They had replaced Musalmīn in their sex life with Hindus.
They were adamant to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had vowed to do it.
It was now her Mission of life/existence.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs knew it and he had vowed to oppose it.
He was a successful screenplay writer and storywriter.
He had understood how the goal of Ved Nagar was achieved by HVSI Group of Business Enterprises.
Today, HVSI Group of Business Enterprises is controlling every business whether retail or otherwise.
Originally, it was started by Vishvās Shakr Mānav, the utmost brilliant father of Durgesh.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb PhD loved Vishvās Shakr Mānav.
She wanted to destroy Pseudo Islam and replace it with True Islam, everywhere.
Vishvās Shakr Mānav wanted to destroy Pseudo Hinduism.
They found true Hinduism was actually True Islam.
It was the fact that made Hindu Muslim Unity so perfect before 1857 that even the British Empire couldn’t face it.
Even the British Empire needed complete ninety years to destroy it.
Even then, most of the Musalmīn never left India.
The Hindu Muslim Unity was so strong.
Mughal-e-Åāzam, Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar, had set India successfully on the path that couldn’t be reversed even by the great British Empire.*
When my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s daughter first asked if she and her friends could have a ‘sleep over’ in honor of their graduating from high school I wasn’t too happy.
The thought of a bunch of kids making noise all night, keeping me awake didn’t appeal to me.
But, my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s wife, Shakīlah Sultān, said sure, no problem so what could I say?
I was angry somewhat with myself that I said her to get permission from her Ammī.
I never anticipated her Ammī would permit it.
Well, it was their house.
My friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, was in jail now.
Despite my every effort, I could not get him out on bail.
Muħammad Åbdullah said,
“He doesn’t deserve it, Durgesh. Please stop taking his side. If you are really sympathetic to his wife, Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān, why the hell you yourself don’t fuck her now?”
“Muħammad Åbdullaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,” I shouted, “how the hell did you suggest it?”
Muħammad Åbdullah was furious.
“Hasn’t she grabbed your Uncut Hindu Penis even while Muħammad Ibrāhīm and I were present there?”
“You challenged Shakīlah Sultān, Bhabhijan, didn’t you? You called her a chicken.”
“I did that purposefully. Muħammad Ibrāhīm has killed Imrān Hāshmī. He tried to frame Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. I would never allow him out on bail even.”*
I watched Muħammad Åbdullah harshly.
“Now I understand, Muħammad Åbdullah.”
“Oh,” Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly, “now you understand. Now the hell you understand.”
“Don’t try to discipline me. I never took any discipline from you. If I had, my entire sixteen nudist feminist sisters were disgracing me still now everywhere.”
“You want to punish Muħammad Ibrāhīm, don’t you?” I charged Muħammad Åbdullah angrily.
“That isn’t any secret now.”
“Muħammad Åbdullah, he says he is innocent.”
“And you believe it?”
“Didn’t he try to frame Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd?”
“Someone tried to frame Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.” I amended Muħammad Åbdullah patiently, “It’s more likely that Al Nadīm Al Quddūs did it. His sisters did it. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had a billion at least. And they have already tried their best to disinherit Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.”
“You think Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has really been murdered?”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim wasn’t anybody’s fool. I know he met you before he vanished.”
“Vanished.” Muħammad Åbdullah said stubbornly, “the dead body they claim to be that of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, certainly resembles him, but…”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has a son in law, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. He is himself shrewd enough to troubleshoot Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s every trouble.”*
I never told Muħammad Åbdullah that Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s wife, Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān, has in the meantime fucked me.
I knew Muħammad Åbdullah himself encouraged Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān to fuck me.
The day Muħammad Ibrāhīm was refused to be out on bail, Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān plunged on me, undressed me herself, and straddled me.
“B..bh.. Bhābhījān,” I gasped, “I respect you very much.”
“Damn you.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān thundered at me, “I’m your friend’s wife. Am I not?”
“Sure, Bhābhījān, but…”
“He is in jail. Now replace him. You promised Muħammad Ibrāhīm that you would take care of his wives, his daughters, his sisters and his entire household. Didn’t you?”
“Of course, Bhābhījān, but…”
“Your Bhābhījān wants your legendary Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot now. Give it to me.”
I still couldn’t believe Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān had come to me entirely nude.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, even at her forty what a dazzling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty she was.
I had noticed her attention to me.
It was not of a friend’s wife’s ever.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm had also noticed it miserably.
What the hell could he do?
Durgesh was behaving with Shakīlah Sultān perfectly.
But Shakīlah Sultān herself was behaving suggestively.
Allah, wasn’t she satisfied with him?
Did she also want to fuck Durgesh?
Allah Rabbil åālmīn.
Durgesh is a love magnet to Musalmān Beauties.*
Nude Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān was straddling on nude me.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was in her extremely beautiful right hand.
She was playing with it.
“Bhābhījān,” I tried to say, “Please, control yourself. Muħammad Ibrāhīm is innocent.”
“If you wouldn’t fuck me, I would testify against your friend.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled at me cunningly.
“Close the door, please.”
“Hey, I want to show everyone that I’ve found my new husband already.”
“Are you crazy?”
“I have so many women friends that are married to your Musalmān friends.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled suggestively.
“So?” I looked into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes coldly.
The woman was making me unable to meet my eyes with Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
She wasn’t any different ultimately from my other Musalmān friends’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives.
Most of them were already fucking me.
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān was an exception to them.
I respected her therefore very much.
Muħammad Åbdullah was never confident Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān would never fuck me.
“Sooner or later they would all fuck you.” Muħammad Åbdullah had predicted.
I knew Muħammad Åbdullah was right.
But I didn’t want to break Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s heart.
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān was rubbing my Uncut Hindu Prick’s utmost experienced head now between her labial lips.
Bit by bit she was pushing herself on me.
“Bhābhījān, we Hindus think a Bhābhī is as if a mother.”
“Nonsense.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān winked at me, “You have already fucked almost entire Musalmān wives of your Musalmān friends that are extremely beautiful. What do you think I was born yesterday?”
She positioned my Uncut Hindu Prick between her ravenously quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān labial lips and pushed herself.
My Uncut Hindu Lund immediately entered into her Musalmān Choot upto its head.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund burning inside her.
So dazzlingly beautiful Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān was that despite my efforts not to fuck her, I now wanted to grab her and fuck her wildly till we both existed.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, now perhaps I myself wanted to fuck her more furiously.
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān thrust again and my Uncut Hindu Lund entered into her tight Musalmān Choot almost one fourth.
“Bhābhījān,” I protested.
“Shut up, you idiot, enjoy, and let me enjoy too.”
“I wanted to fuck you right when I saw you first.”
“That’s why you fell in my lap deliberately?”
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān winked at me.
“You scoundrel, you squeezed my boobs and buttocks inadvertently, then and there, didn’t you?”
“Inadvertently, Bhābhījān, inadvertently. You said yourself . You are so beautiful that I couldn’t resist myself at all. And when you grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis feigning it was an accident, I’d just gone crazy.”
“I wanted to hold it, I wanted to play with it, I wanted to suck it. My so many girlfriends were already enjoying it. And they had challenged me I couldn’t enjoy it before my marriage with Muħammad Ibrāhīm.”*
A week before the party my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s wife, Shakīlah Sultān, found out she was going to be out of town, presenting at some conference, and wouldn’t be there for the ‘big event’.
This meant that I would be the chaperone.
When I brought up the idea of postponing the sleep over until my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s wife, Shakīlah Sultān, would be around to ‘heard’ the kids, I again was outvoted.
Saturday morning finally arrived and my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s daughter, Noor Islam, was up early getting things ready for the party.
I went with her to the grocery store to load up on food and drinks.
When we got home, we went to find out whether the pool was clean and make sure everything was ready.
By about 4:00PM we were ready.
The girls started arriving at about five.
I knew a few of them by name, others looked vaguely familiar and several I had never seen before.
I stayed in my den, watching TV and surfing the web.
About seven, Noor Islam popped her head in the door.
“Uncle, I need your help.” She said, “We can’t get the barbeque going.”
I let out a big sigh, as if she was really imposing on me, got up from my chair and headed to the backyard.
It took no time at all to get the fire going.
When I looked around for my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s daughter she was nowhere to be found.
Shrugging, I watched the servants piling the hamburgers and hot dogs onto the grill and figured that I had an excellent chef in my services.
Within a few minutes, the eight girls came, flying out of the house, headed for the pool.
As I watched them running by, I began to think that being the chief host for this party wasn’t going to be too bad after all.
All of the girls wore little thong bikinis and from where I stood there wasn’t a bad looking one in the bunch.
It was a perfect evening, fairly warm so everyone was in and out of the pool as they laughed, talked and had a good time.
After a while I noticed that every now and then one or two of the girls would head into the house for a couple minutes and then come back.
At first, I thought it was to use the bathroom, but it seemed the girls were now heading to the house about every 15 minutes.
Finally, my curiosity got the best of me and about 5 minutes after my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s daughter and her friend Rukħsānah Firdaus went inside, I followed them.*
I didn’t see anyone as I entered the living room.
That’s when I heard laughter coming from my den.
I walked quietly to the door and peaked in.
There was Noor Islam and Rukħsānah Firdaus downing shots of her Ammī’s private stock of Tequila.
From the looks of it the girls had been drinking for a while.
The bottle had been unopened and was now almost empty.
My first thought was to barge in and give them hell.
Then I figured that they were all over 18 and it was a party so why should an old prude and spoil things.
My only concern was if one of them decided to go for a drive.
Stepping into the den, I said in a very stern tone,
“The cost of the Tequila is everyone’s car keys.”
Rukħsānah Firdaus had been bringing a shot to her lips.
She spilled the tequila all over her chin and chest as she jumped when I began to speak.
Both the girls turned toward me, as they quickly set the shot glasses down on the desk and then stood in front of the bottle and glasses.
I let them fidget for a minute before saying,
“I said I want everyone’s car keys – NOW – or the drinking and party stops!”
Rukħsānah Firdaus was the first to get it.
“If we give you our car keys you won’t care if we drink?” she asked is a very shy voice.
“That’s what I said” was my reply.
They almost ran over me!
Both the girls flew out of the room and within two minutes Rukħsānah Firdaus was back with eight sets of car keys.
She was out of breath from running and her chest was heaving as she gasped for air.
The fact that she was wearing a very skimpy bikini and that her superb ardent Musalmān tits looked like they were ready to burst out of the thin material was not wasted on me.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock begin to stir as I enjoyed the view.
Apparently Rukħsānah Firdaus had had quite a few shots of the tequila already, she was swaying pretty well as she stood in front of me with a crooked little smile on her face, both hands full of car keys.
“Hereyago,” she mumbled bringing her hands up to her chest she held out the car keys in front of her.
Thinking she was going to drop them, I automatically raised my hands to catch the keys.
At the same moment, Rukħsānah Firdaus swayed in my direction.
The net effect was that her hands hit my chest causing her to drop the keys to the floor while my hands ended up full of her superb ardent Musalmān tits.
As much as I knew, I should have let go of Rukħsānah Firdaus’s tits and back away, yet my hands refused to obey.
“Mr. Durgesh!! You shouldn’t be doing that,” Rukħsānah Firdaus said impishly.
But she did nothing either to push my hands away or back up.
It seemed to me that she pressed her taught 34B’s a little harder into my hands.
“Sālī,” I winked at her, “I’d fuck you till you exist.”
“Really?” she cooed, “you are most welcome. That’s my own dream, however, since I saw you fucking my Ammī vigorously. Allah, how she was enjoying your Uncut Hindu Lund in her ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot. I envied her very much.”
Feeling her nipples growing under my fingers, I pinched both of them. Rukħsānah Firdaus let out a little moan deep in her throat and brought her arms up to my shoulders, resting her hands on the back of my neck.
As she pressed against me, my hands came off her superb ardent Musalmān tits , sliding around her back until we were in a tight ashvinātam embrace.
I could feel her nipples now pressing into my chest like two pencil erasers.
My hands slid down her back to her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass.
The thong bikini did nothing to cover her as I took an ass cheek into each hand and began to squeeze.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was now fully erect and pressing against her firm belly.
Looking down into her lovely eyes, I saw her part her lips as she pulled my face to hers.
Our lips met – then our tongues as the kiss became more passionate.
Pulling her to me I could feel her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt against my thigh as she wrapped her legs around mine.
Rukħsānah Firdaus dropped one of her hands between us and began stroking my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Mmmmmmmm, that feels good” she whispered, “I want to see that big Uncut Hindu Cock of yours Mr. Durgesh.”
We pulled far enough apart for both of her hands to reach between us and in no time, she had loosened my belt, unsnapped by trousers and pushed them down my legs.
Her hands then went to my rigid Uncut Hindu Cock, slowly rubbing up and down my 8 inches.
This was too much for me.
My own hands went to work consequently.
I easily brushed aside her skimpy bikini top with one hand and reaching one of her superb ardent Musalmān tits; I begin pinching and pulling on her hard nipple.
My other hand burrowed under Rukħsānah Firdaus’s bikini briefs sliding my fingers thru the fine down of pubic hair until my finger slid over her erect Musalmān clit and then into her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Pulling my hand back a few inches I thrust it forward again repeating the action.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was so wet my Uncut Hindu Lund slid into her with almost no resistance.
I fucked her.
This caused Rukħsānah Firdaus to moan even more as she dropped one of her hands to my heavy balls and began massaging them.
I was quickly approaching the point of no return.
Any thoughts of how wrong this was were long gone.
The only thing I could think of now was shoving my Uncut Hindu Cock into this hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Sex godess’s drooling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Grabbing the thin material, I yanked off the thong covering Rukħsānah Firdaus’s hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Then circling her waist with my arm I lifted her up off the floor.
It was two steps to the wall to steady us.
As we moved I dropped my other hand to my Uncut Hindu Cock and positioned the head at her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and lowered her onto my fat pole.
The whole process took just a few seconds.
Rukħsānah Firdaus’s eyes opened wide as she felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips being stretched by my huge Hindu erection.
She was about to say something when I relaxed my hold on her, causing her to slide all the way down on my waiting Uncut Hindu Cock.
She was now impaled on my Uncut Hindu Cock with her back against the wall and her feet dangling several inches off the floor.
“Allah, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh God, you’ve got a huge Uncut Hindu Cock!” she hissed as I lifted her up and dropped her on my Uncut Hindu Cock again. “It feels like you’re splitting me in half.”
Rukħsānah Firdaus’s arms were now back on my shoulders helping raise and lower her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt onto my steely Uncut Hindu Cock.
She had closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and was shaking her beautiful head slowly from side to side, as our fucking tempo increased.
Soon sweat broke out across her forehead and upper lip and I could see just the tip of her tongue sticking through her clinched lips.
Her breathing became erratic and her face flushed.
Rukħsānah Firdaus brought her legs up and locked them behind me.
This gave me a better angle at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and with the next thrust I went even deeper up her slick Musalmān hole.
That was all it took.
She spasmed in my arms, jerking her head back and letting out a long moan of pleasure.
We fucked for hours, wildly, passionately and assaulting on each other nonstop.
Ultimately, this sent me over the edge and my Uncut Hindu Cock erupted in her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Shooting glob after glob of my cum deep into her grasping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
We held onto each other for several minutes riding the crest of our mutual orgasm.
Finally, Rukħsānah Firdaus unlocked her legs from around my waist and I eased her to the floor.
My Uncut Hindu Cock slid out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, followed by a thick stream of cum.
Our breathing returned to normal and Rukħsānah Firdaus looked up into my eyes as a huge grin crossed her face.
“Allah, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! God Mr. Durgesh, you’re still hotat your sixty three!! Wallah!” she said, “You have got one huge Uncut Hindu Cock and boy do you know how to use it. I haven’t cum like that in a long long time. We have GOT to do this again as much as we can.” She pulled my face to hers, gave me a quick passionate kiss and slid out from between the wall and me.
“Now I need to find my suit, clean up this bucket of cum you shot into me and get back to the party.” Finding her thong Rukħsānah Firdaus disappeared in the direction of the downstairs bathroom.*
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn
Allah ghārat karé in firangiyon ko.
Sirf is wajah sé ki voh us vaqt Hindustān sé maħfūz bāhar nikal sakén, Hindu aur Musalmān aapas mein lađté rahén, aur firangiyon sé pichhlé ék sau nabbé sālon kā inteqām lé sakné kā unhén kħayāl tak na aa saké, firangiyon né Pakistan kī buniyād rakh dī thī.
Nūrjahān kā maslah yah thā ki voh Uncut Hindu Lund kī dīwānī thī.
Lekin aisā Hindu to is ghar mein sirf ék hai.
Ammījān kā Hindu secretary.
Amarnāth Vedic pachās saal kā ho chukā hai.
Lékin Nūrjahān kī tamām sahéliyān abhī bhī Amarnāth Vedic kī dhuāndhār ghanghor Chudāī kī tårīf karté nahīn thaktīn.
“Hindu Pakistan mein bas ab yahī ék kaam ŧhīk se kar sakté hain.” Farzānah Aurangzeb ne apni bāīn aankh dabāī thī. “Yahān Pakistan mein rahnā hai to hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ko kħush rakhén. Hamāré béwaqūf mardon se sirf hum hi unhén bachā saktī hain.”
Nūrjahān ko shak thā ki Ammījān Amarnāth Vedic se chudvātī hain.
Farzānah Aurangzeb kā bhī yahī kħayāl thā.
“Secretary, hell. Phūphījān Amarnāth Vedic se chudvātī hain. Tere Abbū kā to ab khađā bhī nahīn hotā. Samjhī?”
Nūrjahān ne ék ghūnsā jamāyā thā Farzānah Aurangzeb kī pusht par.
“Achchhā? Tujhé kaisé målūm?”
“Aré, main kħud sun chukī apné kānon sé. Tūné nahīn sunā kabhī? Ghar mein rahtī hai yā jhakh mārtī hai?”
“Ab to yahī mannā pađégā ki jhakh hī mārtī hūn. Tūné kab sun liyā? Kahān sun liyā?”
“Pichhlī martabah main rukī thī na? Tab raat ko paanī pīné uŧhī thī. Térī Ammī, mérī Phūphījān, téré Abbū ko dānŧ rahī thī thīn: ‘Kħabardār jo ab phir kabhī mujhé hāth lagāyā. Kitnī dér se koshish kar rahī hūn. Khađā tak to hotā nahīn ab tumhārā’.”
Nūrjahān hans pađī.
“Wallah, sach kah rahī hai?”
“Aur kyā jhūŧh kahūngī tujh se?”
“Allah Allah,” Nūrjahān hanstī huī bolī, “mazā aa gayā, yaar. Kambakħt, bađé mauqé se uŧhtī hai paanī pīné.”
“Ilāhī, ab kyā main koī jān būjhkar uŧhī thī us vaqt?” Farzānah Aurangzeb ħairān hotī huī bolī.”
“Achchhā Achchhā, ab zyādah drama mat kar. Yah batā, Shyām Manohar ko paŧāyā?”
“Téré driver ko?”
“Méré nahīn, Abbū ke driver ko.”
“Nahīn ré, voh to bahut dartā hai téré Abbū se. Kah rahā thā, Jalāluddīn Sāħab ko målūm ho gayā to mérī naukrī to gaī hī gaī.”
“Tū to ulloo kī paŧŧhī hai. Ussé kahnā thā, ék dhakké kā ék rupyah.”
“Allah,” Farzānah Aurangzeb dam bakħud rah gaī, “yah baat to mere zahan mein aaī hi nahīn.”
“Bhūsā jo bharā hai téré dimāgh mein.”*
Farzānah Aurangzeb kī baat kī tasdīq usī raat ho gaī.
Nūrjahān Jalāluddīn jān būjhkar ‘Kħātūn-e-Jannat’ pađhtī rahī us raat dér tak.
Ammījān, Begam Zāhidah Ůsmān, ké bedroom mein jān būjhkar jhānktī rahī Nūrjahān Jalāluddīn rah rahkar.
Raat ké do bajé uské sabr kā natījah usko milā.
Natījah vahī thā jiskā Nūrjahān Jalāluddīn aur Farzānah Aurangzeb donon ko shubhah thā.
Nūrjahān Jalāluddīn né jab is martabah apnī Ammījān, Begam Zāhidah Ůsmān, ké bedroom mein jhānkā to usné apnī Ammījān ké secretary, Amarnāth Vedic ko bhī Ammījān ké bedroom mein pāyā.
Årab Burdāfaroshon ne Yazīd Malåūn se aisé Mullāon aur Maulaviyon ko jān būjhkar taraqqī dene kī shart rakhī thī, jo Pseudo Musalmīn mardon ko Pseudo Islāmiyāt mein itnā uljhā dén ki apnī Panjvaqtah Namāzī shauharparast Musalmān bīwiyon tak kī jinsī zarūriyāt pūrī karnā unhén najāsat lagné lag jāyé.
Aisī Panjvaqtah Namāzī shauharparast Musalmān bīwiyon ko bahkānā aur unhén capable aur powerful Hinduon ke bistaron tak pahunchānā Pseudo Musalmīn Årab Burdāfaroshon ke liyé kitnā āsān thā yah Nūrjahān Jalāluddīn bahut achchhī taraħ samajhtī thī.
Aur uské badlé Hinduon se munh māngī qīmat vasūl karnā bhī.
Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu kabhī yah ħaqīqat nahīn samajh pāyé ki Ħuzūrs kī Taħrīk-e- Islamī kħwāh Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu aur unké kħāndān ke liyé kitnī hī nuqsāndéh kyon na rahī ho, tamām åālam-e-insānī ke liyé Ħuzūrs kī Taħrīk-e- Islamī kitnī zarūrī thī.
Aaj jis Jamhūriyat ko tamām åālam-e-maghribī falāħ-e-insāniyat ke liyé az-e-ħad zarūrī qarār détā hai, us Jamhūriyat kī buniyād kħwāh Hinduon ne hī kyon na rakhī ho, 1400 Saal qabl usé nisf duniyā tak pahunchāné kā kaam Ħuzūrs kī isī Taħrīk-e- Islamī né hi kiyā thā.
Nūrjahān Jalāluddīn bahut burī taraħ uttéjit ho chukī thī.
Andar kħwābgāh mein, bedroom mein Amarnāth Vedic aur Nūrjahān Jalāluddīn kī Ammī. Bégum Zāhidah Ůsmān kiss kar rahé thé aur yahān Nūrjahān Jalāluddīn kī angulī kab kħud bakħud uskī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot mein ghus gaī thī, iskā usko ĭlm tak nahīn ho pāyā thā.
Lékin issé farq kyā pađtā thā?
Agar usé ĭlm ho bhī jātā to kyā Nūrjahān Jalāluddīn apnī angulī apnī Choot mein ghuséđné sé baaz aa jātī?
Sawāl hi paidah nahīn hotā.
Ab mérī jān, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Tumhāré Uncut Hindu Lund kī jagah bhalā mérī yah måmūlī sī nāzuk unglī kabhī le saktī hai?
Please aa jāo na.
Please, dékho andar Amarnāth Vedic uncle Ammījān ko chodné kabhī ké aa chuké.
Hey, jhūŧh boltā hai Kambakħt.
Béwaqūf banātā hai.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sach kahtī hai.
Uncut Hindu Lund kā koi jawāb nahīn.
‘Mérī muddat kī namāzon aur duåāon kā silā,
Méré Hindu Piyā tum mérī hasīn taqdīr ho.’
Amarnāth Vedic jāntā thā ki Bégum Zāhidah Ůsmān kitnī pyāsī thī.
Phir jab Allah Allah karké Muħammad Jalāluddīn yah ħaqīqat samjhā bhī, to jo samjhautā ħālāt sé usné kiyā voh yah thā ki Muħammad Jalāluddīn ne apnī béħad hasīn intehāī shauharparast Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān bīwī kī béħad hasīn béħad dilkash Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot chūmnī aur chāŧnī shurū kar dī.
Bégum Zāhidah Ůsmān nihāl ho gaī.
Voh Muħammad Jalāluddīn par laŧŧū ho gaī.
Kuchh vaqt ké liyé Bégum Zāhidah Ůsmān yah bilkul bhūl gaī ki jo oral sex voh apné kaŧŧar Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān shauhar, Muħammad Jalāluddīn, sé chāhtī thī voh darasal yah nahīn thā ki voh uskī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot chūmé aur chāŧé.
Muħammad Jalāluddīn dam bakħud rah gayā.
“You must be crazy, Amarnāth Vedic.”
“Janāb, aap kħwāh kħud bhūl jāyén ki aapné mujh par kitnā bađā aħsān kiyā hai, main yah kabhī nahīn bhūl saktā.”
“Pāgal ho tum. Voh aħsān mainé tum par nahīn, tumné mujh par kiyā hai.”
“Yah Pakistan hai.”
“Hum Hindu yahān dūsré darjé ké shahrī, second class citizen hain.”
Kyā kħūb pahchānā thā is shakħs ko Muħammad Jalāluddīn né.
Hindu vāqaåī yāron ké yār hoté hain agar unké sāth koi chaal na chalī jāyé, koī game na khélā jāyé.
Aur tārīkħ gawāh hai ki Musalmīn kabhī is wajah se nuqsān mein nahīn rahé.
Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club ké chakkar mein aesī phansī huī thī ki agar Amarnāth Vedic Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn sé nikāħ na kartā to Allah hī bahtar jāntā hai, Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn kis kis Hindu sé na chudvā chukī hotī.
Kiskī Ammī né sawā kilo sonŧh khāī thī ki voh apnī bīviyon ko khulé åām nangī ghūmtī dékh saké?
Aur kiskī Ammī né sawā kilo sonŧh khāī thī ki voh yah jānté būjhté Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn se nikāħ kartā ki Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club kī ék béħad aham rukn hai?
Ékdam sāf alfāz mein inkār kar diyā thā Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn né.
“Bhāījān, āpkī chhoŧī bahan ab bāligh ho chukī hai. Āp is taraħ us par apnī Tānāshāhī nahīn chalā sakté.”
“Hargiz nahīn, Bhāījān, hargiz nahīn.” Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn nihāyat hī sard lahjé mein bolī thī. “Āpko dékhté hī mujhé yah kħūb achchhī taraħ yād aa gayā hai ki āpné marħūm Abbū kī is baat par purzor mukħālifat kī thī ki voh mujhé åālā tålīm ħāsil karné ké liyé Harvard University bhéjén. Abbū āpkī taraħ Pseudo Musalmān nahīn thé.”
“Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn, the oppressor the tyrant.”
“Jo shakħs apnī sagī chhoŧī bahan tak ko na bakħshtā ho, voh apnī riåāyah ko kyā bakħshégā. Pakistan aap jaisé zālim Tānāshāh Jāgīrdāron kī wajah sé hī aaj tamām åālam mein badnām hai.”
“Apnā apnā kħayāl hai. Baharħāl, hum tumhén Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club jākar hamārī tauhīn kar sakné kī ijāzat hargiz nahīn dé sakté.”
“Yahī to āpkī ghalatfahmī hai Bhāījān, ki Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn PhD āpkī ijāzat kī muħtāj hai.”
“Tum humsé baghāwat karnā chāhtī ho?” Muħammad Jalāluddīn kī ānkhén surkħ ho uŧhīn.*
Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn tanz āméz muskurahaŧ ké sāth bolī.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan se ŧakrā sakné kī auqāt hai Pakistan ké is ‘ahamtarīn’(?) Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn kī? Main Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan kī ék ahamtarīn Taħrīk-e- Islamī Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club kī ék ahamtarīn rukn hūn. Aur Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan aaj Modern DemocraticÅrabia kī Sadar ban chukī hai. President of USA Jacqueline Lincoln tak aaj Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan kī wajah sé President of USA banī hai.”
“Tum mujhé darānā chāhtī ho?”
“Méré pyāré Bhāījān,” Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn nihāyat hī mīŧhī aur intehāī surīlī āvāz mein kūkī, “Main āpko āpkī auqāt yād dilā rahī hūn. Pakistan kā ék måmūlī sā Jāgīrdār to kyā, samūchā Pakistan milkar bhī na Modern DemocraticÅrabia kā muqāblā kar saktā, na Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan kā, na Jacqueline Lincoln kā, aur na hī Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan aur Jacqueline Lincoln ké Hindu Kħasam, Durgesh kā. Āyā kuchh mijāz-e-sharīf mein?”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan aur Jacqueline Lincoln kā Hindu Kħasam, Durgesh, sirf in donon åzīmushshān niswānī shakħsiyāt kā hi Kħasam hai, yā mérī pyārī sagī chhoŧī bahan, Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn, bhī Durgesh ké bémisāl Uncut Hindu Lund ké mazé lé chukī hain?”
“Who the hell are you to ask me? Main bāligh hūn, kħud Mukħtār hūn, aur mérī achchhāī aur burāī kā faislah kħud kħūb achchhī taraħ kar saktī hūn.”
“Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club kī ék ahamtarīn rukn bankar?”
Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn ne apnā sar fakħr sé taan liyā,
“Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club ék muqaddas Taħrīk-e- Islamī hai. Iské naam par jākar kisī ghalatfahmī mein pađéngé, to aesī munh kī khāyéngé ki pachhtā sakné tak kā mauqā nasīb nahīn ho sakégā. Samjhé?”*
Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn ké munh sé béakħtiyār niklā,
Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn khilkhilākar hans pađī.
Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn ħalaq phāđkar chīkħā.
“Kħabardār jo ab phir kabhī us nangī ghūmné wālī, feminist, Årab Musalmān laundiyā ko Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza kahā. Zubān khīnch lūngā main tumhārī. Yah na tumhārī Harvard University hai aur na hī tumhāré Hindu Kħasam, Durgesh, kā Ved Nagar. Yah Pakistan hai, samjhīn?”
Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn né ék tīkhī nigāh apnī us balā kī hasīn Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān chhoŧī bahan par dālī jo is lahjé mein ussé baat kar rahī thī jaisé Bénazīr Ålī kā qātil kħud Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn ho, terrorists nahīn.
Durgesh kī tamām åuratén isī taraħ over confident hotī thien.
Sirf Durgesh se chudvātī thī Kambakħt.
Lékin impression aesā diyā thā usné apné bađé bhāī ko jān būjhkar jaisé Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club mein voh kaī Hinduon ké sath khélné khāné wālī modern, balki ultramodern, Pakistani Sunni Musalmān kabūtarī ho.
Yahī wajah thī ki Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn dhokah khā gayā thā.
Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn One Man Woman thī.
“Aesī bahut sī Musalmān ħasīnāyén hain Bhāījān, jinhén aap Pseudo Musalmīn Namak Ħarām samajhté hain, lékin darħaqīqat Namak Ħarām voh Musalmān ħasīnāyén nahīn hain. Namak Ħarām darħaqīqat aap Pseudo Musalmīn hī hain.”
“Kħāmosh, badtamīz.” Jāgīrdār Muħammad Jalāluddīn burī taraħ dahāđā.
Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn is taraħ muskurāī jaisé usko apné oppressor tyrant Jāgīrdār bađé Bhāī se iské ålāvā aur koī ummīd kabhī rahī hī na ho.
Pakistan kā nihāyat hī backward khudgharz kħudparast Jāgīrdārānah nizām iské ålāvā aur kaisī shakħsiyāt paidah kar saktā thā?
“Durust farmāyā aapné.” Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn muskurāī, “Hum åālā tålīmyāftah Musalmān lađkiyān aur Musalmān åuratén āpko badtamīz hī lagéngī, Bhāījān. Lékin ħaqīqat yah hai ki hum åālā tålīmyāftah Musalmān lađkiyān aur Musalmān åuratén na to badtamīz hain, aur na hī Namak Ħarām. Namak Ħarāmī kī shurūåāt Ummat-e-Muslimah mein darasal Abu Sufyān aur Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu né kī thī.”
Voh phaŧī phaŧī ānkhon sé apnī chhoŧī bahan Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn kī jānib dékh rahā thā.
Allah, méré Allah, méré Maulah,
Usné kabhī kħwāb mein bhī nahīn sochā thā ki uské kħāndān kī koī fard kabhī itnā bhī gir saktī hai.
Iran haméshah hāth pair mārtā rahā.
Lékin kāmyāb kabhī nahīn ho pāyā.
Aur yahān uskī apnī sagī chhoŧī bahan, Nigār Sultānah Humāyūn…
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The gun imh 59786 was still in my hand.
The condition was now under control.
I pushed the catch of the .22 HVSI revolver.
It released the cylinder.
I swung out the cylinder and said,
“One empty cartridge case in the cylinder.”
I watched her cunningly.
“How can you say that? Neither you know her, nor I.”
“Isn’t it obvious? Damn it.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said angrily, “Thanks Allah, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl is herself a Musalmān lady. My employer is being framed because she is against terrorists and Criminal/ Criminal Minded Pseudo Musalmīn. I demand protection for her.”
“We Musalmān Beauties call you ‘Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!’ Don’t we?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said furiously, “You are already fucking her. Don’t you? Now go ahead and protect her from the Criminal/ Criminal Minded Pseudo Musalmīn. They are trying to frame her because she is promoting Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club being a major shareholder there.”
“How do you know I won’t?” I myself asked furiously.
Both of them looked at each other.
Then relaxed somewhat, they both tried to smile,
“Sorry.” They said simultaneously.
“Let’s assume someone planted this revolver here really to frame Nauhīd Niyāzī.”
“She isn’t Nauhīd Niyāzī.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk immediately said, “She is Shaguftah Rashīd. I don’t know why you are calling her suddenly now Nauhīd Niyāzī. What do you think; I don’t know my employer even?”
She extended her right hand to me once more.
I looked questioningly at her.
“These are two other passports I found here more.”
Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk smiled.
“One of them must be my passport.”
“What if even your doubt is right?” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk smiled indifferently, “Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan isn’t any organization of us Musalmān Beauties that is terrorist, Criminal/ Criminal Minded. Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad is an organization of us Musalmān Beauties that is devoted to educate ourselves as high as we can. We hate crime unconditionally. It’s included in the constitution of Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad never to compromise with the terrorists, Criminal/ Criminal Minded Pseudo Musalmīn. Any soft corner for any of them, if proven, terminates the membership of Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad. What’s wrong in its membership?”*
“I’ve never hidden any fact about my present or past.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said righteously, “Not from either government of India, government of Saůūdī Årab, nor even from my employer, Shaguftah Rashīd.”
“The name of your employer according to her passport is Nauhīd Niyāzī.”
“I doubt it can’t be her passport.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk denied it contemptuously, “Aren’t you jumping on conclusions, ACP Suraiyā Jamāl? Shouldn’t you be more patient and more investigating instead of jumping on baseless conclusions?”
“The charge was never proven against me.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said bitterly, “You must know it as well, as you know that I was prosecuted on the charge.”
“Yes, why not? Certainly.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said fearlessly, “Only I wasn’t expelled from Saůūdī Årab ever. I left Saůūdī Årab after my trial there, on my own accord. Being a Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān yourself, I don’t need to tell you that not only in Saůūdī Årab, in entire Pseudo Islamic Countries as well, once a suspect is always a suspect. Why should I risk my life in Saůūdī Årab if I could live freely in India as a citizen of Sultanate of Oman?”
“I see. How interesting it is however that you have the citizenship of the same country you were charged to be on payroll of.”
“You don’t know the present Sultan of Sultanate of Oman. Do you?”
“Certainly not, my dear, certainly not.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled tartly, “I’m only an ACP here, not even the Commissioner of Police. A friend and sālā of Durgesh, Muħammad Åbdullah has the honor. How can I know any Sultan of any Årab Sultanate, including the said Sultanate of Oman?”
“He is a very good man.”
Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk was smiling patronizingly now.
“Shouldn’t I have?”
“Sure. The point I’m making is different somewhat however.”
I looked at Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk.
She couldn’t provide me that information before.
But she is providing me the same now indirectly by cross-questioning Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk herself.
Should I be more attentive to Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk myself?
My basic policy was:
‘Be cautious, but never treat others as your enemy until their enmity to you isn’t proven beyond any doubt.
Never mistake making the others your enemy if they are not already, by doubting their honesty and sincerity to you.’
It was continuously being reported to me from various sources I had access to that, the present Sultan of Sultanate of Oman was a better human being than his contemporaries were.
He was reported to be even better than his own predecessors were.
At present, it had 167 members of the parliament.
Fifteen of them were women.
One hundred fifty two were males.
Not balanced very much.
Yes, but so were the other democratic parliaments even.
The old wood cabin was surrounded by darkness.
The shades were drawn.
A dog lay motionless on the front porch.
A thin stream of smoke flowed out of the chimney and headed north.
It was Makkah Mukarramah itself.
Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk was not a doctor then.
She was Just eighteen Just adult.
Sitting silently in front of the fireplace, Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk was shoving stacks of paper into the hot flames.
Damn Yazīd Malåūn.
He destroyed the great Islamic revolution only because his clan hated the clan of Ħuzūrs.
In his over enthusiasm to establish Islamic morals and discipline Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu didn’t Ħazrat Ůmar Fārūq, Fārūq-e-Åāzamrzu, actually unknowingly encouraged Ħazrat Muåāwiyahrzu?
Durgesh says John Elray is wrong that Ħazrat Ůmar Fārūqrzu couldn’t forget the ancestral rivalry with the clan of Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd razī Allāhu tålā ånahu.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan watched me scrutinizing.
“There are some persons who say even you don’t understand the Islamic movement of Ħuzūrs.”
“Well, they might be right.”
“What?” my duly married wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, looked at me curtly.
I smiled teasing them.
“Once a humane always a humane.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never cared to get your appreciation.” Saiyadah Fātimah PhD said, still curtly to me, “Kħadījah Muħammad and I always cared for childishly. The result is we failed and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is succeeding.”*
I looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“We Hindus are not tired of you Musalmān Beauties. Neither we are ever afraid of terrorists and Criminal/ Criminal Minded Musalmīn. You know it very well. The conspiracies of Muħammad Ůsmān are not proven still now.”
I controlled myself.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said again.
“We’ve tried to be civilized about the thing. I knew you think we Musalmān Beauties are unduly, unjustifiably, harsh on our Musalmān mankind. You think we enjoy them punishing unduly when we get support from you Hindus. Why don’t you understand they deserve it?”
“What do you want Durgesh?”
“Stop humiliating Musalmīn until they aren’t proven guilty.”
“Your sense of justice―”
“Unjustified? Impractical? Unreasonable?”
“You must peruse Dr. Ali Sina and his co-authors at faith freedom.org more attentively.”
“I’ve studied Al Qur’an Al Karīm and Aħādīs-e-muqaddasāt myself. I’ve studied Al Tārīkħ Al Islam too deeply. I’m sorry to say I don’t agree with Dr. Ali Sina and his co-authors at faith freedom.org absolutely.”
“We Musalmān Beauties ourselves don’t agree with Dr. Ali Sina and his co-authors at faith freedom.org absolutely.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “Yet he and his co-authors are not absolutely incorrect. Are they?”
“But the activities of the Musalmīn they discuss so fearlessly are entirely correct. Aren’t they?”
“I never said that.”
“Yet you never stopped favoring them.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah charged me, “You think Muħammad Ůsmān maybe innocent. Well, if he is innocent why the hell he is maintaining so many households in different Pseudo Islamic Countries as well as in the other countries too?”
I looked at her gravely.
“You really don’t know?”
“What do you mean?”*
I looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gravely.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly,
“Yes. There are so many other Pseudo Musalmīn too. The bastards pretend they marry only four Musalmān wives. But they never tell anyone that they maintain so many households in different Pseudo Islamic Countries as well as in the other countries too. In every household they have their different set of four Musalmān wives.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think we Hindus and you Musalmān Beauties haven’t left another alternative for them except to resort to it. What the Pseudo Musalmīn can do? Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives hate them because they aren’t ultra-modern, sophisticated and well educated. Sooner or later they join either my bed or the bed of other powerful and capable Hindus that can take care of them perfectly and protect them from their incompetent Pseudo Musalmīn husbands.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at me patiently.
“Working for our Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, we adopt various pretenses to reach the appropriate Jet Musalmān Beauty. We have an assigned territory. I too have. I pretended to have a series of books that are designed to give the newly wed, and still unwed, Musalmān Beauties how to deal with an orthodox Musalmān husband and ultramodern Hindu lover simultaneously.”
“The books are so cleverly arranged that there is really no age limit.”
“Not even just eighteen to thirty you call Jet?”
“Not even just eighteen to thirty we call Jet.”
“You aren’t taking optimum interest.”
“You are mistaken.”
“Nonsense. He is already cuckolded. He can’t even imagine taking any risk that his videos of cuckolded life style be released at the movie theaters and multiplexes of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad etcetera.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at me harshly.
“Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan gives us members all sorts of sides helps, does advertising and secures lists of live prospects so that we don’t have to waste our time in fruitless door to door canvassing. These prospects are sent in at the rate of about ten a day. Sometimes they mail them in, sometimes they telephone them.”
“What is a live prospect?” I asked.
“Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī and Muħammad Ůsmān have a very nice house. They have some spare rooms as well as a guesthouse. Every spare room has its own washbowl and toilet. Yet, it also has a connection with the downstairs bath. Now, listen to me carefully, Durgesh, it’s very important.”
I nodded gravely.
“I’m listening to, don’t worry. Muħammad Ůsmān is not my responsibility. Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah and you are my responsibilities. If Muħammad Ůsmān is really planning some conspiracy against anyone of you both, it’s my responsibility to protect both of you.”
“Thank you.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed somewhat assured now, “Muħammad Ůsmān never liked me. Yet on the persistent insistence of Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī sometimes I have to stay with her even at night, you know.”
“Muħammad Ůsmān is away from home a lot.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah went on, “He claims he is some kind of a business sharpshooter. Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī has always been rather indefinite about what he himself does. Despite Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī inquiring him so many times, Muħammad Ůsmān never told her his true whereabouts. Anyhow Muħammad Ůsmān travels a lot.”
“Muħammad Ůsmān travels a lot.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah nodded, “and makes investments. He has misappropriated Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī’s money already to the extent that now he always seems to have plenty of money. Even then, I’ve never been able to find out exactly what my ever shrewd ever Criminal/ Criminal Minded brother in law does.”
I kissed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
She was on her back now.
Her nude magnificent legs were on my shoulders.
“It was necessary.” I said gravely, “You both had cuckolded him despite my persistent objections. He is shrewd. I had to put some shadow on him to know of his whereabouts.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled,
“His newly married fourth wife, Åāliyah Muħammad Åbbās?”
I smiled too.
“None whatsoever. Yet, you put one more shadow on him, his secretary Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm. Didn’t you?”
“He is too shrewd to be shadowed by only his new fourth wife.”*
Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm put a suitcase down, and then she rushed to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me on my lips.
“This is the suitcase?” I asked.
“This is the suitcase.” Naushād Åzīz Ibrāhīm chuckled mischievously.
Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.
I laughed sarcastically.
“I don’t know. I haven’t studied about your Sāħir Ludhiyānvī ever so minutely.”
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Durgesh Waħīdah Åbbās
She was feeling abnormal.
Navīdah Taqaddus smiled cunningly.
“It’s alright, honey. You are an adult now yourself.”
“So you can understand very well, we all the womankind need it. It’s natural and even necessary for the survival of our human race.”
“Ammī, I didn’t want to see you about our human race. I wanted to see you about my real Abbū’s will.”
“I know, honey.” Navīdah Taqaddus smiled patiently.
She was nude on her knees.
I too was nude and I was fucking Navīdah Taqaddus from her behind.
Navīdah Taqaddus and I both loved very much that her gorgeous glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks filled my Hindu lap each time I thrust my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Nāsirah Ħamīd remembered the first TV transmissions.
Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had exerted his entire efforts in raising the newspaper.
They called it HLMCh Times on the line of HVSI Times.
After all, I was the Supreme Media Emperor today.
HVSI controlled the entire media today virtually due to my extraordinary watchfulness.
“You mean formally, like in those movies where relatives get together in a room to hear the old man’s will?”
“Sālī, it isn’t a will. It’s a Settlement Deed. I said it’s a short testament. As far as the wills are concerned, Hearst’s will was 125 pages long. Our Settlement Deed is only 37 pages. Relatively short for so complex an estate.”
I’d undressed Dr. Saåīdah Qamar completely in the meantime.
It was the first time I was going to enjoy her to my heart’s content.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had undressed me too herself.
We both were crazy to enjoy sex with each other.
“Just give me the essence.” She said, “I’ll read the whole Settlement Deed when I have more time. You can give me a copy. Right now the essence. Did we get all of it as we demanded, or most of it?”
“He left you four the bulk of his estate.” I smiled.
I positioned her on her knees and entered Dr. Saåīdah Qamar first time from her gorgeous behind.
Eīshān, what a contention!
We both were enjoying the penetration.
Ten inches completely.
We both had closed our eyes.
We both wanted to savor this moment.
Wasīm looked at me.
“Dad, I never wanted to talk with you in the matter.”
“No problem,” I smiled, “Al Nåmat Al Islam herself came to me.”
Wasīm looked at me,
“I’ve forgotten Al Nåmat Al Islam. The very moment I saw you making love with her, I knew she wasn’t made for me.”
“Wasīm, find an appropriate girl for yourself and take interest in Business.”
“I’m doing, Papa Jī. But not in the way you are.”
“Have your own way, my child.”
“You don’t want your sons to help you?”
“I’ve countless sons, Wasīm. I’ve countless Live in Relationship Partners too. There are countless friends too I have. If some of my sons don’t want to join me in my business, I can afford their independence.”
“I can see. Why didn’t you allow Ammījān the same independence, Papa Jī?”
I digested the information.
Wasīm was not talking about now that Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl was his real father.
She named my son, Prajésh, Wasīm, in protest.
They were only legally so.
I watched Wasīm gravely.
“How much you know, son?”
“Only what I have been told, Papa Jī. I ask you why I couldn’t enjoy my father’s love.”
“Your Ammī didn’t allow me to do anything for you Prajésh.”
Wasīm looked at me gravely.
“My name is Wasīm and I am a Musalmān.”
“My stepfather Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl said it isn’t necessary. Ammījān also confirmed it.”
“Call me Wasīm, please.”
“You love the name given to you by your Ammī, more?” I smiled patiently.
“That’s the only name I’ve been called with now.”
“Your Ammī told you that I’m your real father?”
“She didn’t. But I know.”
“Papa Jī, is it so important?”
“Okay, if you don’t want to tell me that, it’s alright with me.” I smiled at Prajésh patiently.
“You allowed my Ammī to detriment my life.”
“Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl uncle. And my other friends also do it.”
“As soon as you knew that your Ammī hadn’t any actual marital relationship with Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl , I am your real father, why didn’t you come to me Prajésh?”
“I was angry with you. You left me on the mercy of my not so brilliant Ammī and uncle Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl that loved my Ammī, but my Ammī never did love him the way he wanted. Yet you allowed Ammī to marry him, even if legally. Didn’t you?”
“You are right my son. And I’m not angry that you were angry with me.”
“I can understand. You were angry with me because you wanted me to fight with your Ammī for your possession.”
“Shouldn’t you have?”
“No. You needed your Ammī more then. A father, however efficient he is, can’t replace a mother ever. Only because your Ammī was acting childish, I couldn’t punish you separating you from your Ammī.”
Prajésh’s eyes were suddenly full of tears.
“I’m sorry Papa Jī. You can call me Prajésh.”
I pulled my son into my arms.
He embraced me passionately.
“I’m sorry Papa Jī. I’m sorry.”
“Nonsense. You are my son. You don’t need to be sorry my boy. Rather I’m sorry that I couldn’t control your Ammī to the extent that you hadn’t missed my love.”*
“I’m elder than you, Fātimah. Yet you understood Muħammad Ůsmān better than I did. Sorry. Before his desperate attempt to stage an accident itself, I could never understand what a devil my Musalmān husband, Muħammad Ůsmān, was.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled ironically.
“His parents named him Muħammad Ůsmān, after the great name of Kħalīfatul Musalmīn Ħazrat Ůsmān Ghanīrzu. Did they know their son would be a blot to the name of Kħalīfatul Musalmīn Ħazrat Ůsmān Ghanīrzu?”
“Poor parents dream about their children and the children never care a damn what their parents had dreamt of them.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her elder sister.
“It’s alright. Let’s not talk about that now. We’ll get along all right.”
“I don’t think he wouldn’t attempt something detrimental to us.”
“I understand. I’ll go down and try to find out how detrimental he can prove to be to us. Leave the bastard to me. You take it easy.”
Then she picked up the book she was reading:
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gently closed the door and walked quietly down the stairs.
Muħammad Ůsmān folded the newspaper.
The pencil was no longer behind his ear.
She accepted one of his cigarettes, leaned forward for his lighter, sat back and looked at Muħammad Ůsmān steadily.
“Muħammad Ůsmān, don’t you think it might be a good plan if we all three sat down and had business chat?”
Muħammad Ůsmān raised his eyebrow.
“I’d manage both of them.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was in tonight.”
“She wants to buy the business― a controlling interest in it.”
“She doesn’t. HVSI actually.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has her own movements Durgesh doesn’t approve of― ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’, ‘Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh’, ‘Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club’, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club’. She is the new President of Saůūdī Årab now. I think she is also working on the same plan HVSI is working.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is overconfident. She thinks she can manage her movements through JetMusalmān BeautiesSquad so as to HVSI would play in her hands as Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī did in Everfirst Satyug, Everfirst Brāhm Kalp.”
Muħammad Ůsmān jumped almost as if.
“You mean Hindu History is true?”
“It seems to be so.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah blasted her bombshell patiently.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is a stockholder now.”
“A stockholder!” Muħammad Ůsmān exclaimed.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah saw swift alarm on his face.
Then he hastily averted his eyes.
“Why, how the devil could she―”
“Nafīsah Salmān Ammī. I think Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan managed her somehow to turn over the stock. I should have picked up that stock before Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could have it. Damn, I’d entirely forgotten about it. It’s such a small block―”
Muħammad Ůsmān seemed positively relieved.
“What Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan can do with that? It’s only five shares. That’s a drop in the bucket. Moreover we have Durgesh with us. However shrewdest businesswoman Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan maybe, she isn’t Durgesh after all. Durgesh has broken all the previous records of money, love, sex and power. He is the most successful man now. HVSI is the most successful ideological family organization that doesn’t have born Hindus only in it now. So many Musalmīn, Christians, Jews and even atheists are also in it.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shook her head.
“Durgesh is with us. Yes, but even then Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan won’t be pushed around. She wants something. I can’t ignore her. Being a stockholder Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is entitled to look in our books. Perhaps that’s what she wants. I don’t know. I’m going to talk with Durgesh about it.”
“Durgesh? He is with us, but he isn’t specialized in such cases. He is murder case specialist. Isn’t he?”
“Well, it’s his own shop in a way. This needs someone who can do more than just look in a law book and tell us what the law is. It needs someone who understands Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan as well. It needs a lot of legal ingenuity.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched him sternly.
“I thought it would be a good plan to take up all of the stock certificates and the stock book. Durgesh can want to see them.”
Muħammad Ůsmān laughed.
“Oh, you don’t need to do that.”
“It isn’t necessary.”
“Well, “ Muħammad Ůsmān smiled, “I’ve got an important appointment in the morning. That stock is in the safety deposit box.”
“What do you mean?”
“The stock is really in the safety deposit box?”
“My lady you are insulting me.”
“Yet, this insult is not even the trailer what you’d have to face if you’ve done something sinister.”
“I am not so mad.”
“You are, Kħalīfatul Musalmīn, you are.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled sweetly, somewhat exaggerating it, “I’m telling you so that you can’t complain me that I didn’t warn you. I want to see that stock now myself with my own eyes. I wasn’t born yesterday, Muħammad Ůsmān.”
Muħammad Ůsmān was white faced now.
“I’m sorry that you are always against me due to this or that reason. I have an important appointment I say. I can take it to Durgesh later on. My appointment is with an insurance company adjuster. If I cancel it it’d be hard to get him again. I’ve already had a lot of trouble getting him on the job.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I know. What do you think I’m dumb enough not to understand even that?”
“You won’t believe me as you say, but it was one of those cases where some guy comes down the street, crocked to the eyebrows. I wasn’t even in the car. I had it parked at the curb. I don’t know how in the world how he managed to smash it up the way he did. He must have skidded into it from the side.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.
“You can’t make even a good story, Muħammad Ůsmān.”
“I know you don’t believe me. That’s why you both brought Durgesh between us and cuckolded me. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, you Musalmān Beauties love Hindus to the extent that you never give us Musalmīn even the benefit of doubt.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah cooed.
“We Musalmān Beauties never have any doubt whatsoever, my dear, in you Musalmīn’s criminal skills. You Musalmīn out excel in it everyone. You hate ultramodern education childishly. Consequently most of you Musalmīn are uneducated/under educated. What job can you get therefore except pertaining to some criminal activities? So, since there isn’t any doubt whatsoever why there’d be any benefit of doubt?”
“I can’t make you to act sane somewhat.”
“Did you get the number of his automobile who skidded into yours from the side you say?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled skeptically.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.
“I say I wasn’t there.” Muħammad Ůsmān watched her contemptuously, “The car was parked. A couple of people saw it and told me about it. Unfortunately they were too dumb to get his license number.”
“Nonsense. I am not too dumb to believe that. Well, would you get down to the safety deposit box and―”
“I’m sorry. That’s absolutely impossible. You won’t believe me I know. Yet, I have two or three appointments in the morning. I just can’t cancel them now. But if Durgesh needs the stock, I’ll bring it in later.”
“Listen to me you stupid.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah suddenly said harshly, “I don’t think you have the stock anymore and Vallah, I promise you that you’d regret it. Muħammad Ůsmān, I won’t kill you because I’m not a criminal as you are. But if my suspicion is true, you’d find yourself in such a legal dilemma, you’d regret forever why you betrayed us.”
Muħammad Ůsmān was dumbfounded.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stalked to the door, out in the evening.*
He has successfully managed to bring her into her Live in Relationship with me but she still had complaints against me.
“Shut up, Wasīm.” Kħālidah Ashraf tried to stand up from my lap, but I pulled her there once again.
Kħālidah Ashraf fidgeted but she was glad in her heart that I had pulled her back to my lap.
What a damnfool she was.
Only because Durgesh didn’t marry her she was angry with her only love.
Now she understands it was her blunder.
It was better that Wasīm didn’t hear her.
Otherwise his entire life would have been destroyed too.
But Kħālidah Ashraf was too angry to listen to him.
She smiled to herself.
Durgesh really love her.
Why otherwise did he warn Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl ?
“Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl , she is a damnfool.”
Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl smiled.
“Because she isn’t marrying you? Durgesh, they call you Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! But it doesn’t mean you are really Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties. You want to keep her as one more out of your countless Musalmān mistresses. Kħālidah Ashraf is a young Musalmān lady of self-respect. She refused your offer.”
“How do you know?” Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl chuckled.
“Your Dīdī Umā Shukl told me so.”
“Dīdī wants to please you. She loves you.”
“Umā is my wife.”
“Idiot, my every Live in Relationship Partner is actually my wife. You Congressmen have played in the hands of utmost communal Mullahs and Maulavīs.”*
I kissed Kħadījah Muħammad.
“No need for you to wait, Kħadījah. That brief took less time than I thought it would. I’ll sit around and read the advance decisions until one.”
“Keep on fucking me, please.” Kħadījah Muħammad pleaded, “I need you inside there very much.”
“Kħadījah, you need sleep too, my darling.”
“You promised me you’d never refuse to fulfill my any desire because I sacrificed my position to Saiyadah Fātimah PhD to please Pitr’shrī.”
“I want to wait.”
“There’s nothing you can do, darling. I’ll talk with her and…”
“One and the same thing.” I smiled in my casual manner.
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled too.
She knew how deceptive my casual manner was to the witnesses.
Many a witness was misled by my casual manner.
They fabricated a story on the witness stand with every assurance that their prevarications were completely concealed.
But when they were enjoying their ‘victory’ on me, they suddenly found themselves facing a pair of granite hard black eyes, and realized only too late of course, the savage belligerency I could bear down with, on a perjurer, the rapier-like thrusts of my agile mind.
But, for the most part, it pleased me to assume a good-natured, easy going attitude of careless informality.
I liked the conventional ways of doing things only if they produced better results.
Kħadījah Muħammad was not my personal secretary.
She was my business partner as well as one of my infinite Live in Relationship Partners.
Normally we were suspected to be Parahumans.
Yet, not all of us.
Yet, due to their sexual relations with me, they were also on the pathway of being Parahuman.
They were Posthuman already.
After my Svarūpé avasthānam, self-synchronization, my foes were more afraid of me now.
Yet, still there were some miscreants who hated me very much when I protected some innocents from their insincere cruel activities.
Kħadījah Muħammad had that rare companionship with me that was the outgrowth of two congenial people devoting themselves to a common cause.
In her ever efficient leadership, my entire Live in Relationship Partners with me, were always able to function with the perfect co-ordination of a well-trained football team, whenever the going got rough.
Yet, it was very rare that the going got rough.
We were too vigilant to let it happen.
The telephone rang.
It was the landline.
Kħadījah Muħammad picked up the receiver.
Kħadījah Muħammad turned to me.
She cupped her hand over the mouthpiece.
“Durgesh, she is drunk.”
“Shaguftah Rashīd?” I asked.
“Let me talk with her anyway.”
“Nonsense. You know me better, stupid.”
Kħadījah Muħammad handed me the phone.
The voice that came on the receiver was so thick that I could understand it with difficulty what Shaguftah Rashīd was saying.
“Hi, Durgesh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I don’t think we can meet now at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. I― I think I’m poisoned.”
“What?” I was suddenly all alert, “Where are you?”
“Poisoned.” Shaguftah Rashīd said wearily, “they― they got me despite my every precaution.”
“I think so.”
“Damn it. The hell. Where are you?”
“Thought I was smarter―”
“Stop telling me anything else, you idiot. Tell me where you are. Nothing else. Let me come there.”
The words came with an effort.
They were interspersed with intervals of heavy breathing.
“Apartment… Box of candy… ate… sick… Can’t … Can’t … please send help… Get police… Get… Get…”
The conversation terminated in a crash.
It was as if the telephone was dropped to the floor.
There was nothing to be heard.
Then, after a moment, the receiver clicked into place at the other end of the line.
Kħadījah Muħammad had dashed to her mobile the minute she heard me asking ‘where are you’.
She tried to ask the exchange operator to trace the call.
Even then Kħadījah Muħammad was too late.
The receiver had been hung up at the other end before Kħadījah Muħammad had finished explaining what was wanted.
She waited at her mobile long enough to learn that there was no possibility of tracing the call anymore.
Then, she looked at me.
“What was it?” Kħadījah Muħammad asked me.
“She says someone sent her a box of candy. She ate the candy. It was poisoned. She certainly sounds sick or drunk. Now, the problem is I don’t know her.”
“What? I thought you have already fucked her.”
“How? On the phone? I’ve never met her and―”
“And I doubt her name Shaguftah Rashīd is also phony.”
“Hey, she can’t inform you she is poisoned using her phony name.”
“You may be right.”
Kħadījah Muħammad thumbed through the pages of the telephone directory.
“No, there isn’t.”
I looked at my watch.
“We’ve got to locate this Shaguftah Rashīd. That call sounded genuine to me. Police.”
I grabbed my mobile and contacted Commissioner of Police himself.
“Hello, Muħammad, Durgesh here.”
“Well, well, well, you rascal, at this time―”
“Muħammad Åbdullah, I want quick action from your police.”
“You mean business?”
“Of course, listen to me. I had a call a few minutes ago from a Shaguftah Rashīd. She said that she was at an apartment. I presume it’s an apartment where she lives, but she didn’t say so. I don’t know the address. I don’t know anything about her, except that I had an appointment with her in Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club for Masked Fucking at one o’clock this morning. She is my shareholder.”
“I said my shareholder. Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club is not my project.”
“Why do you hate Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club so much?”
“That doesn’t make it virtuous. Does it?”
“I didn’t mean that.”
“Come to the point, Muħammad. This isn’t the proper time to discuss the activities of my Live in Relationship Partners. Now get this straight. The so called Shaguftah Rashīd said over the telephone that someone had sent her a box of poisoned candy. She sounded very ill. Her speech was thick, and apparently she either fell over or the telephone from her hand as she was talking. Then the receiver was dropped back into place. She seemed to think she’d been poisoned to keep her from talking.”
“You can’t give us an address, Durgesh?”
“Well, we’ll try our best. She must be registered as a voter at least. We’ll look her up. If that name is phony none can save her, I’m sorry.”
“Call back me, Muħammad. And let me know, please, if you find anything. Will you?”
“Why not? But Durgesh, if my persons haven’t got an address, there’s nothing we can do. Where are you?”
“With Kħadījah Muħammad.”
“You’ll be there until I call you back?”
“Okay. I’ll call you back.”
“Thank you. And don’t give any exaggerated facility to my Live in Relationship Partners without my express consent.”
“I’m sorry, Muħammad.”
“Hell, I’m not complaining. After all, they may be right.”
“We are friends. They are my Bhābhījāns. So, they have a right on me. Don’t they?”
“To hell with you and your Bhābhījāns. Go to hell all of you. I have told you so many times not to treat them so important. But―”
“How is it possible, Durgesh? They are like my Ammīs. Aren’t they?”
“Go to hell.”
I disconnected the mobile.
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Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ smiled at me.
“Well well well, my old patient has called me once more as a doctor.”
“Not for me, Sālī. Tell me something about sleepwalking if you know.”
“If I know? What do you mean? I am a doctor.”
“Who is sleepwalking?”
“No one. One of my friends pretended that he sleepwalks.”
“And you want your friend not to be caught?”
“More. You have to accompany me to his house.”
“No problem. But what have I to do there?”
“Nothing, till I don’t tell you to do anything.”
Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ smiled.
“Am I really needed there?”
“Well, you are an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān. Yet you are one of the chief architects of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. Shankar Mahāpralayankar wants to meet you.” his extremely beautiful Lebanese Årab Musalmān wife, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, smiled at him.
“He wants to talk you about your new purchase of the abandoned island.”
“Not for repurchasing it from me, I hope. I’m only the dummy purchaser.”
“Jalāl!”Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ interrupted.
“The real purchasers are Islamic Countries, Farīdah. Why don’t you believe me?”
“You earned that money.”
“Yes, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was your partner. But—”
“It all was planned by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself. She asked me only to help her.”
Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ was suddenly serious.
“Yes, I know.” Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ looked at me, then at his Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Husband, “You never touched me even after we married. You helped me to get Durgesh for my extramarital affair with him. And you yourself suggested and insisted that you want to clean my sexual organs after I have sex with Durgesh, with your tongue.”
Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ watched his wife gravely.
“I’m not alone, Farīdah.”
“Yes. You told me that. But—”
“But you never believed me.”
“You think it quite impossible what I say. Don’t you?”
“They are cuckolds, I say.”
“All of them?”
“All of them. If not, at least most of them.”
“How do you know?”
“Because they are the real architects of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. They are the real purchasers of that abandoned island. I’m only their representative, their agent.”
“I—”Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ was dumbfounded for a moment, “I can’t even try to believe you, Jalāl!”
Muħammad Åbdullah’s chest rose and sank.
For a second or two, Muħammad Åbdullah was the only person breathing.
His lips parted to eat or drink, occasionally to talk, but never to smile.
Muħammad Åbdullah was angry.
It was, however, as usual.
The royal Sheikħs present there, believed that Muħammad Åbdullah even slept in hostility.
But, would Muħammad Åbdullah now curse, threaten, throw things, or simply boil under the surface?
The man was simply dangerous outright.
They were even watching and enjoying it very much in those videos.
What would he do?
They never knew with Muħammad Åbdullah.
The man is even shrewd enough to have Durgesh on his side.
Muħammad Åbdullah stopped at the edge of the royal table between two old royal Sheikħs.
They were the senior partners.
They were the members of the group of the multinational companies.
They were not Saůūdī Årab both.
One of them was Saůūdī Årab and represented Al Saåūd royal family.
The second represented Iraq.
Well, Muħammad Åbdullah was actually also one of them.
So, he had every right to growl and bark in their hallways for a month now.
Being even elders and seniors to Muħammad Åbdullah, neither of them dared not to look at him.
“What number?” Muħammad Åbdullah asked of Al Abu Bakr.
“Fifty nine.” Al Abu Bakr answered quickly, anxious to please Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Go back to fifty five.”Muħammad Åbdullah demanded.
Al Abu Bakr flicked rapidly until the face of Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ was once again on the wall.
Paperwork ruffled around the table.
“What do you know?”Muħammad Åbdullah asked.
“The same.” Al Abu Bakr tried to meet Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes.
But under the pressure of Muħammad Åbdullah’s very eyes, Al Abu Bakr was almost immediately looking away.
The beast had the videos of not only his wives but also of his entire houseladies.
And Al Abu Bakr was licking their sexual organs after I had sex with them.
Even Al Abu Bakr’s daughters and daughters in law were in them.
The beast has him completely in his control.
Why could he not control himself?
He failed to be one of the muttaqīn.
In Al Qur’an Al Kareem, 9th Sūrat, Sūrat At-Tawbah, Āyat-e-Karīmah 4, Allah Subħān wa Tålā has stated:
‘Indeed, Allah loves the persons who control themselves.’
Well, he, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, could not control himself.
He is lånat ålayhi.
Allah wouldn’t love him.
He has expressly declared:
‘Indeed, Allah loves the persons who control themselves.’
—Al Qur’ān Al Karīm: 9 At-Tawbah: 4
‘Guide us to the immortal path.
The path of those You have bestowed favor upon, not of those who have evoked anger or of those who are astray.’
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr is maghazūbi ålayhi.
He has evoked the anger of Allah Rabbil åālmīn.
Now he is one of ‘azzvallīn’ ‘astrays’.
He can’t win Muħammad Åbdullah anymore.
Allah Raħmānirraħīm is not with him now.
He is with Muħammad Åbdullah.
Muħammad Åbdullah repeated what Al Abu Bakr said sarcastically.
“The same? That’s just great. Out of two hundred, how many of them are still mysterious?”
“All Musalmān Beauties?”
“No these are males.”
“And how many Musalmān Beauties are still mysterious? May I ask the great Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr?”
“Subħān Allah. Måshā Allah. So we still have thirty five mysterious personalities?” Muħammad Åbdullah snorted and shook his head slowly.
Everyone waited for his eruptions.
It was naturally expected from him.
It was his characteristic when he talked with Årab Sheikħs.
The everywhere aggressive Årab Sheikħs were reduced to almost always defensive rats in front of Muħammad Åbdullah.
They could not even kill him.
More horniest than even the horniest Hindus.
It was to their greatest relief that, Muħammad Åbdullah, instead, stroked his gray beard, played with it thoughtfully, looked at Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr and allowed the severity of the moment filter in.
Then he did not say.
“You’ll work whole night. Your daily routine must be met with within four hours, including your sleep. Haven’t all of your idiosyncrasies already slept too much?”
All the Årab Sheikħs were furious and wanted Muħammad Åbdullah to show his place.
But they knew it would be as disastrous to them as were never before.
With obvious efforts, the Årab Sheikħs controlled themselves and nodded.
“I want all of your idiosyncrasies here at 10.00 AM sharp again.”Muħammad Åbdullah said with cold finality, and marched out of the room.
The door slammed.
The air lightened considerably.
Then, in unison, all the “powerful”, all the “mighty” Årab Sheikħs, with their present efficient leader Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, glanced at their watches.
“Allah. The devil himself.” Al Abu Bakr gritted his teeth, “Now I understand how Ħazrat Siddīq-e-Åāzamrzu should had felt when he found Ħuzūrs were no more there with himrzu.”
They had just been ordered to spend almost all the next two days, two nights and five hours more here.
And all this time, they had to look at the enlarged photos of faces they are tired of watching, memorizing names and birthdates, and vital stats even, of two hundred people.
And there wasn’t any doubt anywhere in the room that they all would do exactly what they had been told to do.
Not even the slightest.
Muħammad Åbdullah was dangerous beyond their capacity.
Even though Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was now 19, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr remembered, when Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was younger, I would take her and her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, to the circus.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, said that Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could only have one treat.
Once her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, went to the bathroom, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr pulled the “pleeeeze Durgesh” routine and I always gave in.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr guessed I felt because I was not her real daddy but her step-daddy that I had to do more to get her to love me.
That wasn’t so.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr loved me more than anything.
I was the one who raised Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr when her real Abbū, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, would have nothing to do with Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr.
It was really his loss.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, met and started her live in relationship with me.
I loved Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr and that was all Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr needed.
Even though I was her step-daddy, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr never introduced me as that.
When her friends would come over, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr would say “meet my dad” because to Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr that was exactly what I was.
I loved Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr and she knew that if Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr pouted just right, I was putty in her hands.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr thought that she had become closer to me than was her own Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, to her.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr never thought that her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, was a bad Ammī.
She loved Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr and worked to give her anything and everything Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wanted.
There was nothing Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr can even mention wanting that she didn’t go get an extra job to get for her.
Saying that, the only thing that bothered Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was the way she treated me.
She was much younger than me and used that to tease me.
She loved to be wanted.
She paid special attention to other women in front of me, letting me know how “wanted” she was.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr knew she would never do anything with them.
She wouldn’t because she was a prude.
It made Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr so angry to hear me demanding her for sex night after night.
Although I was older, my libido was apparently out of control.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, was like me with the fact that she can’t whimper.
Everything she said to me in our bedroom came across loud and clear in her bedroom.
The more Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr listened, the more she felt bad for me.
The more Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr listened, the more Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wanted me.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wanted to make things better for me the way I had always done for her.
I was quite the man.
I ran every day and kept myself in excellent shape.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had even noticed her friends checking me out.
Once again, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr lay here attempting to get some sleep, but Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was unable to, because Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was listening to her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, and me.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, was being her typical self and refusing to give me any sex.
“Sex is not immaterial with the further evolution of a person, Zaynab bint Åāmir.”I also smiled at her, “It’s not true that sex is an animal need.”
“That’s what you say.”
“Please Durgesh. I accept once I was even sexier than you. I wanted sex from you even more than you wanted from me. I left Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr because he could not, and did not, want to provide enough sex to me that I needed.”
“No. Don’t get me wrong. Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr has his other shortcomings too.”
“Yes?”I smiled at Zaynab bint Åāmir patiently.
“Doesn’t your wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, love you?”
“I never said she doesn’t. On the quite contrary, her love to me is absolutely exclusive.”
“And you are even proud of that?”
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“And still you fuck almost infinite of us Musalmān Beauties as savagely as no other man can even dream?”
“Because I need it. And NOT infinite of you Musalmān Beauties. It’s impossible.”
“Impossible? Why? Don’t you claim your infinite etheric bodies are being projected now?”
“What?”Zaynab bint Åāmir smiled at me sarcastically, “You never claim that your infinite etheric bodies are being projected now?”
“Never. I only doubt that such is the case.”I smiled at Zaynab bint Åāmir patiently.
Zaynab bint Åāmir was still nude.
She was still lying on her back.
I was still atop Zaynab bint Åāmir between her legs.
I was still fucking Zaynab bint Åāmir to my heart’s content savagely.
Zaynab bint Åāmir forgot she was now protesting it.
Zaynab bint Åāmir was behaving with me now somewhat patronizingly.
“You mean you doubt that now, when you are still fucking me, you are fucking almost infinite of us Musalmān Beauties too?”
“Yes, it’s my doubt. It’s not my claim.”
“Yes. You are right. That’s a strong possibility.”
“You fantasize you are an imaginary Param Purush, the Absolute Man that lives not on oxygen, on nonstop, ever unbroken, sexual intercourses, with entire Musalmān Beauties in the infinite creations that ever existed, now exist and will exist ever in infinite future. Don’t you?”
“Yes. But I never fantasize it. I know it.”
“Yes. To you.”
“To me. And to everyone else too who is sane and want to remain sane.”
“I never asked anyone to believe it.”
“But you yourself do believe it. Don’t you?”
“I don’t only believe it. I know it.”
Zaynab bint Åāmir laughed.
“Either you are an ever incurable liar, or you’ve self hypnotized yourself to the incredulous extent.”
“Even if it is so, what is harmful in it to anyone? Can you tell me?” I smiled at Zaynab bint Åāmir still patiently immensely.
“That’s the beauty of this fantasy. It isn’t harmful to anyone.”
“It’s harmful to yourself.”
“You may think it’s true.”
“May? I may? I know it’s true.”
“What an infinite dirty and ever nasty mind you have, Durgesh.”
“Have I harmed anyone ever with it?”
“No. Never. I do agree. But it is harmful to yourself, you don’t know.”
“How, my darling?”
It broke Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr’s heart to hear me arguing with her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, like that.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr heard her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, finally got up.
And she went to the living room to sleep on the couch, to avoid anymore sex with me.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had had enough.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr refused to let her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, treat me like this anymore.
When Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr heard her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, settle on to the couch and turn the TV on, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr decided that now it was her time.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr quietly sneaked into our bedroom and touched me.
“Durgesh, I had a nightmare” Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr whimpered to me.
“Your Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, is in the living room” I whimpered quietly, turning to try and focus on Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr.
“Can I sleep in your bed, with you, Durgesh?” Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr leaned closer to me, letting her nightgown covered breasts to run across my arms.
I patted the bed beside me.
That was only what Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr needed.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr quickly climbed in.
As we lay in the bed, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr couldn’t help but think of the conversation between me and her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, earlier.
Me demanding her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, for more sex.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, refusing me, just like she did, as often as she could.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr snuggled up to me as close as Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could get.
Since Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr always had been and was now a college cheerleader, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān body was in excellent shape.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr knew it was much better than even her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir’s.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr kissed me on the cheek and told me how much she appreciated me being her knight in shining armor.
Although it was dark, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could feel me smile as I said,
“That was my job, baby.”
As we drifted off to sleep, I felt Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr’s hands begin to roam my Hindu male body.
She wanted to give me the attention of a woman, I needed then very much.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr knew I was hyper sexual.
Even her own beautiful girlfriends had taken benefit of it and had themselves fucked me very much.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had smiled.
“Hey, you enjoy my Hindu dad?”
“Very much. He is the ever best.”
I wanted a woman to make me feel complete always.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr just assumed that since we had been living in live in relationship now for 17 years, we had grown apart.
It was not true.
But it was what Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr thought and believed to be true.
I still wanted her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, more.
But her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, wanted now exactly nothing from me, but only the security of our Live in relationship.
She was more interested now in Islam than in sex.
She said it was the way it was in her family.
Sex was a chore.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was not nearly as experienced as her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir was, but Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr knew that sex was wonderful.
Sex was not a chore.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr decided that it was time to give me what I deserved.
The female companionship I desired.
The loving relationship I craved.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr continued her sweet caresses.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock harden against her leg.
It was time.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr reached closer and kissed me.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr didn’t kiss me like we kissed when I dropped her off for school.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr kissed me like a young grown up adult Musalmān Beauty.
Needless to say, I was a bit stunned and said,
“Baby, we shouldn’t, I wouldn’t want you to hate me.”
But Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr again kissed me as passionately as Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could.
Her kiss let me know that Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could never hate me.
She kissed me fanatically for what felt like an eternity.
Moreover, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr began to explore my body using her hands.
Well, I knew now that I couldn’t, and shouldn’t, refuse to her.
She was excited and wanted sex very much.
Even the hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was not my half daughter anymore.
She was a fully grown up adult young Musalmān Beauty of twenty eight years.
Capable fully to take her decisions herself.
She hadn’t approached me tonight as my half daughter.
She had approached me now as an adult young woman in need of not my preaching, but my adult Hindu love instead I was legendary for.
Yes, I am sixty two.
Yes, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr is twenty eight only.
But she had refused to admit any importance of our age difference.
What can I do now?
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was already playing with my Uncut Hindu Cock now.
We continued kissing with a passion that had been brewing for years.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr whimpered to me,
“Durgesh, I want you to make love to me, the way you want to make love to my Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir.”
I kissed each her cheek and told her how much I would love that.
No preaching now, I told myself strictly.
No preaching now.
Yet, I really wanted to make sure Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was really serious.
“Tell me again, baby!”
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had been snooping around her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, and my room long enough to know that I liked it a bit rough and raw.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was in to bondage and discipline and she had even read most of my books and stories about sex too.
Those words were all it took and I was ultimately quick to oblige.
I practically tore her nightgown off, nibbling on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān body as I did.
Something about my kisses to Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr caused her to orgasm, before I even entered her.
Sure, Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr had masturbated to this scene on several occasions, but to have my warm Hindu lips on her, was more than Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr could take.
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr loved the feel as I stretched her, while fucking Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr.
“Damn baby, Your Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, never let me just take control of her and if I tried, she would tell me not to rape her.”
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr pulled me close to her.
“Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr promises to give you everything that her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir, won’t. Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wants you to think of me each time you get in the bed with her Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir. Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr wants you to taste me when you kiss her, now fuck me hard Durgesh. My friends say you are the best. How unlucky I am not to get you inside me before. I’ve wasted ten grand years of my life. But not now even a single moment. Just fuck me as savagely as you can. I want it. I need it.”
And I fucked Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr, perhaps even more savagely than I wanted to fuck her equally beautiful Ammī, Zaynab bint Åāmir.
I fucked Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr whole night, nonstop, in various sex positions.
She was very grateful to me.
Ultimately, my grunting got louder as I approached to orgasm.
I bit on her nipple and Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr was pushed over the edge.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān body convulsed with a wild orgasm as she screamed and I spewed my Hindu semen into her hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
We took a moment to catch our breath as I lay on top of Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr, my Uncut Hindu Cock still filling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I kissed Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr tenderly.
“I love you baby, I am thrilled that you gave me the gift you did. I will always treasure you.”
Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr let me know that “I better” and that Åāýéshah Al Abu Bakr fully expected me to come into her room and make love to her anytime I wanted.
She told me to expect more “nightmares from her as tonight it was.”
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I had a crush on Muħammad’s Ammījān , Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah.
I was 24 now, but my lust on her started at a very young age.
She was the most beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān woman of all of them I’ve fucked in my 24 years of life, and still fucking.
I wanted her and I felt a challenge even, of my life, to get her.
I definitely don’t want to rape her, or I don’t want to give her some sleeping pills and get her in sleep.
I wanted this gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Musalmān woman on my bed with her full presence and involvement.
Yes, she was old enough to be my own Ammī.
Age is immaterial in the chase for excellent sex.
Only the beauty is important.
And she was the most beautiful among all of them I’ve fucked in my 24 years of life, till now.
For me, the Muslim Beauties with brains were most desirable.
And, the Sālī Ammījān, Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah, had both.
With all her interest and satisfaction I wanted her to enjoy what I had for her.
The entire Musalmān Beauties, in the globe, were dying to experience it into their most private parts of the body.
I wanted her to know how much I want her, How much love I have for her And how much desire, lust and crush I have on her, how much adulation I have, and I wanted her to know how much of appreciation I have for her.
And that’s because I love her.
I love her as an extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān woman.
I love her charms and her character.
I am the one who saw her in her dark times and in her shadowy times. In her bad moods And I love every Moment of them.
She was a great Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady and one of the greatest human beings.
Simply to say, I was bewildered, bewitched and bothered just because of her.
I liked her from her head to toe.
I liked her silk sexy long hair, her round Saåūdī Årab Musalmān face, chubby Saåūdī Årab Musalmān cheeks and her dimpled chin, yeah, a fantasy fairy tale Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady, and her lovely eyes.
Her big beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, buttery or milky in complexion, like a molded butter cake. At the same time with a size of a coconut.
She had the most sexy, dark, and prominently golden hair, as normal Saåūdī Årab Musalmān women have…
I think I don’t have to describe her famous waist, or extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks.
Most of the persons are well aware of her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs which are still firm and standing straight trying to pierce through her jacket and saris.
My most experienced, unique, most wanted among extraordinary beauties, Uncut Hindu Penis, was not standing ever for her, worthlessly.
No young woman, of my own age group, could compete Sālī Ammījān Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah, in beauty or brains.
And her extremely sexy, fleshy, extremely enticing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Buttocks, were even sexier but these are not simply the reasons.
This adoration and admiration didn’t start overnight…
And I was in a situation that I, even I, imagine, could not openly, or forcefully, approach her.
Am I not famous for my such direct approaches to the deserving beauties, always?
Even then, I could not directly say that I love her, or I need her badly on my bed, because she is my utmost intimate friend, Muħammad’s Ammījān.
He loved me, even for my unique lust for Musalmān Beauties.
I never could betray Muħammad!
I never could betray Muħammad!
He offered me his own real sisters, all of them, only because he wanted to quench my lust for them.
“Durgesh,” Muħammad had hugged me, “I can do anything for you. And I mean it.”
My eyes were filled with unprecedented tears.
“Why are you so crazy for me, Muħammad?”
“Don’t you know? Want me to tell you?”
“No.Shut up, you fool! Never say it. It was your right on me.”
“Even to give the last drop of your blood for me?”
“Muħammad, our blood group is unique. We are rare persons in blood.”
“And if you’ve died yourself?”
“Sālé,” I smiled, “Can you guarantee that I’m immortal?”
“Never do it again even for me.”
“Nonsense, if needed, I’ll do it repeatedly, till I exist. You are one of a few Muslim males, I love and respect more than my life too. And—”I raised my hand to stop him to cut me in the middle, “and I don’t want any argument, idiot!”
“And make my sisters widows, Nauzbillah.” Muħammad slapped me, of course with intense friendly love.
Sālī Ammījān, Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah, was very strict at home.
She always behaved very much orthodox at home.
She never spoke about her career or the media buzz on her.
She seldom took me outside with her to long tours, but that would be a strictly family one.
She never took me to limelight parties of her industry.
She always liked me to grow up as a doctor, sex therapist to be particular, and get settled in a foreign country with an honorable position.
She never let me mixed with her sort of careers or never let her down at home or I never had a chance of getting closer more than what she allowed…
But I knew she loved me very much because I was the only one man left for her…
She hated her own son Muħammad, even more than she hated her most incompetent Musalmān husband, Dr. Imām Sheikħ Åbdullah.
Her husband, as all know, left her in a worst situation.
He took most of her money and wealth along with him.
He drained her bank balance…he corrupted her name in media.
He charged her that she was sleeping with both me and my father, my Pitr’shrī, Vishvās Shakr Mānav.
I knew she was NOT sleeping with me, and never slept with me.
I wanted to sleep with her, but it hadn’t happened ever, even till now.
She never looked her age.
People thought her elder sister of Muħammad, the eldest one.
Muħammad was the eldest son of the family, yet strangely, he called his own Ammī ‘Bājī Ħuzoor’ instead of ‘Ammī Ħuzoor’, as I called her for my relations to her equally beautiful daughters.
Even the fact that she is the real Ammījān of Muħammad, and my ‘wives’, her daughters, made me disappointed because she was very strict and conservative particularly with me.
It made me electrifying whenever I thought of her sexually, even though I was fucking her equally beautiful daughters, since their childhood.
And they were sixteen in numbers.
I was hopelessly in love with a mother of seventeen children.
Wasn’t it obsession?
Was I mad?
The mere fact that it’s a taboo to think like that, ignited all my cells and hormones.
Just those thoughts steamed me.
I felt like having an Uncut Hindu Cocktail whenever I thought of her.
Then, imagine what would be my position when I saw her.
Think of the situations she comes closer to me and touches me, even with mere affection.
At these times, along with the lust and fire I have developed, there is also a sense of pride inside me, being a son in law to her.
Yes, she accepted the relations, though she had fired her own son, Muħammad, for making them possible,
“You are a hell of a son, a hell of a brother, Muħammad. You—you planned it? Allah! What should I do of you?”
She was clenching and unclenching her fists in utter desperation.
“Bājī Ħuzoor!” Muħammad tried to say.
“Shut up. I say shut up. You filthy son, you filthy brother, you yourself planned that your sisters, your real sisters, must have sex with Durgesh? All the sixteen of them?”
“Bājī Ħuzoor! If you please let me explain…”
“Shut up, you swine. How can you explain it? Howwwww can you explain it? Only because I was busy in my industrial problems, because I had to fill the filthy bellies of you dirty seventeen, you took advantage of the helplessness of your own Ammī?”
Even in that rage, Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, she was the Saåūdī Årab Musalmān sex goddess of beauty and charms…
I always like to stay with her, and reside along with her, but most of my school education is outside home in India.
I was in India.
She was in Makkah Mukarramah.
I went frequently there, but I couldn’t stay there for ever.
Even if I went back, she might not be in her Makkah Mukarramah house, traveling around for work.
She spent most of the time in Riyadh.
She had two bungalows in Jabalpur.
I don’t know why, but she never let me visit or stay in her Riyadh house.
Given all these conditions, as I grew up, my sexual intentions for her, grew along with me…
My crush on her started from an early age of twelve.
As my little limbs and hormones began to change, my attitude for her also changed.
As a usual teenager I began staring at her, whenever her dress slipped.
Whenever her pallu slipped a bit, or if I could see her sideways.
Her jiggling Saåūdī Årab Musalmān butts, whenever she walked…
Even in India, and whenever I am alone in Mecca, at home; I would watch only movies of hers.
Starting with her first movie to today’s release and TV serials, I have watched many of her movies hundreds of times.
She was one of the most successful global actresses of Hollywood, Bollywood and Lollywood, simultaneously, alongwith running the Durgesh Fātimah group of global industries, successfully.
Fātimah Imam Åbdullah was her third eldest daughter, now herself 26.
Strange, she found me, 18, perect for Fātimah Imam Åbdullah 26.
She loved Fātimah Imam Åbdullah more than even her two elder daughters, elder than Fātimah Imam Åbdullah, Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah 28 andÅāýéshah Imām Åbdullah also 28, her twin.
Muħammad was her youngest son, now 16 only, two years younger than me.
“Durgesh, they all are fools. You’ve to see all this my business, though you are even ten years younger to my damnfool eldest daughter, Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah 28.”
“Yes, Ammī.” I said obediently.
“You are brought up in the excellent way by your brilliant parents that you outexcell even my eldest daughter Kħadījah Imām Åbdullah 28, in brain, knowledge and experences. You are now 18, idiot, show some responsibility, if not to me, to your foolish friend Muħammad, and rather more foolish your sixteen extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ‘wives’, the beauties without brains.”
“Ammī Ħuzoor,” I protested somberly, “Please, forgive them.”
“Never! I forgave you. That’s more than enough. Idiot, I also wanted you for all of them. You are the best. But, the way you all eighteen did it, Allah, mérī taubah! Allah, mérī taubah! You eighteen satans!”
“I want some permission, Ammī Ħazrat!”
“Oh, what do you want?”
“Will you be kind enough to inform us, whenever you come to our side of the Palace?”
“You mean Children’s side?” Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah smiled.
“I understand. I’m not a fool.”
“I know, Ammī Ħazrat!”
“Okay, boy, done.” Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah smiled again. But suddenly her eyes widened, “Hey, you don’t live there, always in nude? All you seventeen? You and my sixteen eversexy daughters? Do you?”
“I’m sorry, Ammī, but as you’ve accepted our relations now, me being even ten years younger to your eldest daughter, they are my responsibilities now, not yours.”
“You eversexy Hindu demon,” Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah gritted through her teeth, “Are you all Nudists?”
I replied calmly,
“I’m not. But your daughters are.”
“Allah, mérī taubah! Allah, mérī taubah!” She groaned, “All the sixteen of them?”
“All the sixteen of them.” I confirmed in the same calm voice.
“Stanch nudists. I’m trying my best to bring them to mainstream, but in vain.”
“Durgesh!” Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah was horrified.
“Muħammad knew them ab initio. He knew only I could handle them. He did it because he didn’t have another option. And you are punishing him for it, instead of rewarding?”
Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah was dumb founded.
Sālī, Ammījān!: Chapter 2
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