Ved Nagar: 40

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Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

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Chapter 40

Durgesh Arzumand Jahāngīr

That little bitch! Wājidah Akbar said quietly.
“So have you may be given anymore thought to possibly go out with me?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked me all of a sudden as we sat side by side in the empty lab.
Arzumand Jahāngīr, caught by surprise wasn’t sure how to respond.
“Well, uh I mean I told you I was seeing someone.”
Sakīnah Āftāb sighed.
“I know I was just hoping maybe you’d have dumped him this weekend.”
If Sakīnah Āftāb only knew who Arzumand Jahāngīr was seeing, she’d probably freak and for sure she’d stop asking her out on dates.
“Well I didn’t dump him, sorry,” She said giggling.
I have to find out who this guy is.
He must be something special for her to turn me down.
Sakīnah Āftāb thought wondering.
She loved working with Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Each day she talked to her, she liked her more and more.
It was her luck though, she’d finally found the perfect girl and she was taken.
Wājidah Akbar stomped to the restroom furiously.
She felt tears in her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.
She looked at her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face in the mirror closely.
She couldn’t figure it out.
She was very pretty, smart and ambitious.
Most men wouldn’t turn her down, most men except Sakīnah Āftāb.
Sakīnah Āftāb was a vowed profound lesbian.
Why had she even bothered to sleep with me?
Now here she was going crazy because I liked another girl.
It was finally the end of another day and Arzumand Jahāngīr was anxiously waiting to get home to be with her utmost experienced Hindu lover.
She was walking out and saw Wājidah Akbar straightening up her desk.
Arzumand Jahāngīr hated passing by her but she knew she had to.
“Well leaving already? I thought you and Sakīnah Āftāb were working late again?” Wājidah Akbar said sarcastically as Arzumand Jahāngīr was trying to walk past her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr stopped and glared at the tall blonde.
“Well no, not tonight.”
Wājidah Akbar rolled her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes.
“I suppose some other night then, when you’re in the mood huh?”
Arzumand Jahāngīr frowned.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
Wājidah Akbar didn’t respond.
She just went back to what she was doing.
Arzumand Jahāngīr figured she wasn’t worth wasting her time.
She just walked out annoyed by the girl’s comment.
She must really still like Sakīnah Āftāb to be acting like a 13 year old.
Outside, Sakīnah Āftāb was talking to Al Rashīdah Al Shams.
She kept going on about her first day of University.
Sakīnah Āftāb had her mind on Arzumand Jahāngīr still.
Almost everything Al Rashīdah Al Shams was saying was not registering.
“Sakīnah Āftāb? Are you listening to me?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams shrilled.
“Y-yeah I am. Give me a break girl; I’ve had a long day Al Rashīdah Al Shams.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams grunted aggravated.
“Forget it cuz, I’m gonna go talk to Wājidah Akbar now.”
“Great! And if you talk to her, tell her how much I like Arzumand Jahāngīr.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams narrowed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes at her cousin.
“You can be such an asshole, Sakīnah Āftāb. Bye!”
Sakīnah Āftāb laughed wickedly as Al Rashīdah Al Shams rushed off to talk to her friend.
“Wājidah Akbar? Are you OK?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams asked finding Wājidah Akbar crying in the library lobby.
“No I’m not! Your cousin is so mean to me! She knows how much I love her and she loves to be harsh with me.”
“Allah, Wājidah Akbar, I’m sorry. I’ve tried talking to Durgesh . Don’t worry, tomorrow point out this Arzumand Jahāngīr girl, and I’ll take care of that bitch.”
Wājidah Akbar seemed to calm down.
“I actually have a plan. I’ve got access to almost all of her information. I’m going to do some research on this bitch and find out everything I can about her.”
“What if you don’t find anything?”
“Then I’m just going to making something up. Something big. Hopefully get her fired.”
“Oh so wicked my friend. I love it!” Al Rashīdah Al Shams yelled out.*

I called out into the kitchen where Arzumand Jahāngīr was preparing a fruit salad that evening.
“Hey Arzumand Jahāngīr? Arzumand Jahāngīr?”
“What babe?”
“Well, I almost forgot to tell you that Ammījān and Abbū invited us for dinner tomorrow night.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s heart sank.
It had been hard enough to go through dinner with her extremely orthodox Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān parents for one night but now another?
She knew she had to go because she loved her parents but she just kept praying they wouldn’t bring up any of her or my past relationships.
“What time did we say we had to be over there?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked mixing up the fruit.
I walked into the kitchen sitting down on one of the bar stools.
“Well, she said around seven tomorrow night. She said there was going to be some special guests.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr groaned.
“Aww, It’s bad enough that we are there, but to have someone else? Oh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! How am I going to be able to keep my hands off you for one evening?”
I stood up putting my arms around her.
“Mmmm, well, don’t worry you can make it up to me once we get home.”

She laughed softly enjoying my hold.
“So tell me how is work treating ya? Do you like your new job? You haven’t told me much about work.” I asked concerned.
Arzumand Jahāngīr shrugged.
“Well, work is work you know. I mean, well, I just think there’s some girl there that doesn’t like me much.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Doesn’t like you? Who on earth wouldn’t like you Arzumand Jahāngīr?”
“Well it’s probably because her ex-girlfriend kinda likes me.”
“She kinda likes you?” I echoed.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked sheepish.
“Yeah but it’s OK, mérī jān, I’ve already told her I’m seeing someone.”
I smirked.
“Good! I want this girl to keep away from you. Not that I blame her for trying to hit on you. Yet, I want you to keep away from lesbianism even.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr chuckled.
“Well, Sakīnah Āftāb doesn’t have any penis for me. She herself has a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt, for you instead.”
“I think I should fuck your Sakīnah Āftāb too, to keep away her from you.” I said gravely.
Arzumand Jahāngīr laughed.
She chuckled once more.
“Sakīnah Āftāb? Interesting.”
“What do you mean?”
Sakīnah Āftāb is a vowed profound lesbian. She hates Hindus and Musalmīn mankind alike.”
“Nonsense, why?”
“She thinks you Hindus are nāpāk, filthy, and most of the Musalmīn are Uneducated/Under Educated, criminal/criminal minded therefore consequently. Lesbianism is better instead of surrounding to anyone of you Hindus or Musalmīn.”
“She must be crazy.” I laughed.
“Oh whatever, you know you got me under your spell Durgesh, my Hindu Love. I’m so in love with you.”
I slid my arms around her waist once again pressing my body on her.
She always made me hard.
She had this way of turning me on, such an innocent way.
It was still hard to believe that she was mine, all mine.

The next day Wājidah Akbar looked in the employee files to get as much information about Arzumand Jahāngīr as she could.
So far she’d come up with nothing.
“Allah! God, this is useless!” She muttered.
She only found out that Arzumand Jahāngīr supposedly didn’t live in town, but out in the suburbs.
She must really need this job for her to be driving out here every day.
Oh poor girl, Wājidah Akbar was gonna fix that for her.
She’d make sure to get her gorgeous glorious excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass fired.
“Wājidah Akbar, you seen Arzumand Jahāngīr ?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked as Wājidah Akbar almost jumped from her seat.
“N-n-no I haven’t.”
Sakīnah Āftāb looked at her suspiciously.
“What are you doing?”
Wājidah Akbar covered up the computer screen.
“Nothing, just researching. Mind your damn business!”
Sakīnah Āftāb frowned and walked away.
She hated working with Wājidah Akbar and knew she was just here to keep her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes on her.
Sakīnah Āftāb’s uncle, Al Shams Naåīmuddīn, was Al Rashīdah Al Shams’s Abbū, was the dean of the university and adored Wājidah Akbar and her whole family.
Wājidah Akbar knew she could get away with almost anything.
She didn’t even have to work coming from a rich family, but she did just to be by Sakīnah Āftāb’s side.
Wājidah Akbar herself was an incurable lesbian.
It was not easy for Wājidah Akbar, therefore, to keep away from Sakīnah Āftāb.

Sakīnah Āftāb found Arzumand Jahāngīr outside by her car.
She heard her car making loud screeching noises.
As she got closer, she saw Arzumand Jahāngīr almost cursing loudly.
Sakīnah Āftāb smiled looking at her sweet innocent face looking so upset in need of help.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr, what’s wrong?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked as she approached her.
She hit the wheel of her car with her and grunting.
“It’s this damn car. It doesn’t want to start. I was going to go, have some lunch, and here I find myself stuck!”
Sakīnah Āftāb knelt down to have her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face to face.
“Don’t worry Arzumand Jahāngīr. Look I was gonna go have some lunch too. In fact I was gonna ask if you wanted to go have lunch with me.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked down.
“I-I can’t. I’m just going to stay and have lunch in the student lounge.”
Sakīnah Āftāb laughed.
“Nonsense! Come on. It’s not a date. Just two people going out for lunch.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr ran her hands through her hair.
“Oh, Ok, I suppose so.”
Sakīnah Āftāb felt her ego stroked.
They both walked over to Sakīnah Āftāb’s BMW and rode off to have lunch.
Sakīnah Āftāb went on telling her a little bit about herself and her family.
It seemed as she came from a big wealthy family.
Although Sakīnah Āftāb was rich, she didn’t seem snotty to Arzumand Jahāngīr.
She’d run into many wealthy girls in her time, but none had the pleasant attitude Sakīnah Āftāb had.
They arrived at a nice little bistro downtown.
The place was pretty crowded yet they still didn’t even have to wait to sit down.
Arzumand Jahāngīr supposed the people at the restaurant must know Sakīnah Āftāb or her family.
They sat in a table outside since the sky was cloudy and the weather was nice.
“So I finally get to talk to you outside of work.” Sakīnah Āftāb said as they skimmed through the menu.
“Yeah I suppose so. Do you come here a lot?”
“Not really. I mean I do know some of the waitresses here. I went to University with some of them.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr watched one of the waitresses approach them bringing them two glasses of water.
She smiled flirtingly with Sakīnah Āftāb.
Sakīnah Āftāb didn’t seem to give her the time of day though.
“I see you’re popular here with the ladies,” Arzumand Jahāngīr teased taking a sip of her water.

Sakīnah Āftāb scoffed.
“Yeah I guess, but there is one lady who won’t give me a chance at all.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt Sakīnah Āftāb’s blue eyes pierce at her.
She cleared her throat changing the subject.
She’d hoped Sakīnah Āftāb would just accept the fact that she’d never be interested in her.
But most of all she’d hoped she’d never find out about who Arzumand Jahāngīr was in fact in love with.
Arzumand Jahāngīr didn’t want to face her extremely orthodox immensely unreasonable Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān parents that she loved me, a Hindu.
Yes, her parents, Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī and Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn, both loved me very much as their ‘son’, but not to the extent that they would allow her permanent live in relationship with me.
The Hindus were nāpāk, filthy, in their opinion.
And I was a Hindu, after all.*

After lunch Arzumand Jahāngīr and Sakīnah Āftāb headed back to work.
Wājidah Akbar could see them driving up through the window in the library.
She felt her heart breaking.
It seemed like this Arzumand Jahāngīr bitch was just teasing Sakīnah Āftāb.
She must be one of those kinds of women who like to drag people’s heart around and then just move on to the next victim.

Sakīnah Āftāb and Arzumand Jahāngīr walked back in laughing and making Wājidah Akbar want to just burst out crying.
Arzumand Jahāngīr passed by Wājidah Akbar’s desk feeling her smile fade, while the blonde gave her hateful stares.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt bad deep down knowing this girl loved Sakīnah Āftāb.
Arzumand Jahāngīr hurried back to her car that evening hoping it would turn on.
No luck.
It just made loud sounds that almost made her ears bleed.
Durgesh ! I’m gonna call Durgesh !

She ran back up to the building to call me hoping I’d already be home.
Wājidah Akbar sat at her desk talking to Al Rashīdah Al Shams.
Arzumand Jahāngīr passed quickly by them.
“That’s her!” Wājidah Akbar hissed pointing out Arzumand Jahāngīr to Al Rashīdah Al Shams.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams frowned.
“Wājidah Akbar, you shouldn’t even worry about her. She looks so plain.”
“Well, plain or not, your cousin obviously likes her!”
“What is she still doing here?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams asked in disgust.
“I don’t know she probably forgot to give Sakīnah Āftāb a lesbian eat and she is rushing back to do it.”
Both girls laughed at Wājidah Akbar’s comment.
“Shit Wājidah Akbar, that was a good one!”
The phone was ringing and no answer.
“Shit!” Arzumand Jahāngīr whined.
She then went ahead and tried my cell phone.
She’d hoped I wasn’t in the shower or on the other side of town.
“Hello?” Arzumand Jahāngīr finally heard my voice pick up.
“Durgesh! Oh sweetie I’m so glad you picked up! Listen my car won’t start! Could you pick me up from work?”
“Yes! Of course! What building you in?” I asked.
Arzumand Jahāngīr gave me directions and I’d advised her I’d be there in a few minutes since I was myself close to the university then.
Arzumand Jahāngīr decided to just wait in her office for a while.
She didn’t want to walk by Wājidah Akbar and her friend again.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams and Wājidah Akbar were still at the front desk gossiping about other innocent people.
Wājidah Akbar was mostly talking about Sakīnah Āftāb like always.
In a way Al Rashīdah Al Shams would get tired of hearing her friend whine about her cousin, but she was her best friend after all.
They were talking loudly until Al Rashīdah Al Shams heard someone walking up the stairs.
She turned to see a medium handsome young man with my eyes on her.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams felt her breath being taken away.
Allah! Oh my God! Fuck he is hot!
Wājidah Akbar watched curiously at her friend gawking this young man.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams just stood there with a silly smile.
“Can I help you?” Wājidah Akbar went on.
“Yeah I’m here looking for Arzumand Jahāngīr.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams all of a sudden felt disappointed.
Did this Arzumand Jahāngīr bitch also have this gorgeous guy under her possession?
Wājidah Akbar on the other hand, felt more relieved.
Maybe this guy was Arzumand Jahāngīr’s boyfriend.
She only hoped so.
“May I ask who you are?” Wājidah Akbar prayed I’d say ‘a boyfriend’.
“I-I’m Durgesh. Durgesh .”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams’s smile returned and Wājidah Akbar’s disappointment continued.
“Oh? Well let me go tell her you’re here.” Wājidah Akbar stomped out to get Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams couldn’t stop grinning.
The young man just made her feel like a little University girl.
“So? You’re Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Hindu boyfriend? Well Arzumand Jahāngīr is a really good worker, so I hear.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams lied.
“Really? You know my Arzumand Jahāngīr?”
“Well not really, but Sakīnah Āftāb, my cousin, has a huge crush on her and I told me herself that she is a hard worker.”
I stared closely at the dark haired Musalmān Beauty.
She looked devious and mean.
Was she actually trying to set up her cousin with Arzumand Jahāngīr?
I’d have to ask Arzumand Jahāngīr about that.

Arzumand Jahāngīr was getting her purse ready to walk downstairs.
She saw Wājidah Akbar standing there.
“Your Durgesh is here asking for you.” She said in a cynical tone.
“Thanks.” Arzumand Jahāngīr rushed to see her utmost experienced Hindu lover.
She paused for a Moment as I was talking to Wājidah Akbar’s friend.
This girl seemed to be flirting with Durgesh !
Luckily, it seemed like Durgesh wasn’t paying much attention to her.
My face lit up as I saw Arzumand Jahāngīr.
“Hey Arzumand Jahāngīr.” I said quietly.
“Thanks for picking me up Durgesh, my Hindu Love.” She felt herself blush.
“Oh Arzumand Jahāngīr, is it?” The dark haired girl asked.
“Yes?” Arzumand Jahāngīr replied confused.
“I’m sorry; I’m Al Rashīdah Al Shams. Sakīnah Āftāb’s cousin.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr shook the girl’s hand.
“Nice to meet you Al Rashīdah Al Shams. Well we gotta get going.”
“OK. Nice to have it you Durgesh . And you too Arzumand Jahāngīr.” Al Rashīdah Al Shams said watching us walk away.
She felt Wājidah Akbar staring at her.
“What?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams asked innocently.
“Were you just being nice to my biggest enemy?”
“No, not really.”
“Shit Al Rashīdah Al Shams! You like Durgesh , don’t you?” Wājidah Akbar asked furiously.
“What? Durgesh and me? No way!” Just keep lying Al Rashīdah Al Shams.

Al Rashīdah Al Shams drove home with Sakīnah Āftāb once again that evening.
She was quiet this time.
She couldn’t get Arzumand Jahāngīr’s utmost experienced Hindu lover Durgesh out of her mind.
I had a look that was so sincere and loving.
Not only that but I was so fuckin’ hot!
Now she felt trapped.
She didn’t know whether to get Arzumand Jahāngīr and Sakīnah Āftāb closer so she’d have a shot with me , or keeping her word to her best friend about helping her get Arzumand Jahāngīr out of Sakīnah Āftāb’s life.

Arzumand Jahāngīr and I drove to her parents’ house in silence.
Arzumand Jahāngīr wondered what Wājidah Akbar or Al Rashīdah Al Shams had said to me about Sakīnah Āftāb.
I was never silent unless I was thinking.
“DURGESH? You OK?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked softly placing her hand over mine.
I sighed.
“Yeah I’m fine but that Al Rashīdah Al Shams girl mentioned something about her cousin having a crush on you?”
“Well, yeah, that’s the guy I told you about. I already told you that I got that situation under control babe. She knows I’m seeing someone. That someone is you.”
I still didn’t feel comfortable.
I didn’t like the fact that my beautiful maternal cousin was working with some girl who would obviously try to hit on her.
The fact that I really couldn’t do anything about it worried me off even more.
“I guess I just get anxious thinking some girl might lure you away from me.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled.
“No way! That will never happen. I’m yours Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! All yours.”*

We arrived at Arzumand Jahāngīr’s parents’ house a little before seven.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her heart sink as she saw two cars in the driveway.
She recognized one of the cars. It was
Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb’s car!
She looked at me and saw my face go grave.
I slowly turned to Arzumand Jahāngīr with an apologetic look.
“I didn’t know Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb was going to be here, Arzumand Jahāngīr.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr took a deep breath.
“I didn’t either. Look she is your past. Let’s just get this night over with.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr and I walked in the house immediately hearing Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī’s boisterous voice.
We could hear the laughter of Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb and Arzumand Jahāngīr’s parents in the dining room.

Arzumand Jahāngīr knew her parents always wanted me to end up marrying Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb, and I knew that as well.
Ridiculous!
Wasn’t it?
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s immensely orthodox, extremely backward utmost communal Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān parents didn’t have any objection that Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb, an ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girl, would marry a Hindu.
Yet, it was certain almost that they would object to Arzumand Jahāngīr’s live in relationship with me.
Arzumand Jahāngīr retorted sarcastically.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr! Durgesh ! Come on in! Look who’s here!” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī shouted seeing us arrive.

Arzumand Jahāngīr forced a smile as she greeted Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb’s parents Imāmuddīn Wahāb and Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb.
They loved us as Arzumand Jahāngīr’s own parents did.
They used to sometimes baby sit Arzumand Jahāngīr when she was a little girl.
To me and Arzumand Jahāngīr, Imāmuddīn Wahāb and Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb were considered Arzumand Jahāngīr’s second parents, just as Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn and Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī were to Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb.

Yet, I felt my stomach didn’t turn to knots.
I looked at Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb.
I had to admit she looked very beautiful.
Her green eyes sparkled as she looked at me.
Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb stood up from her chair and walked over to greet me.
She was wearing her dark navy blue pants and a white and blue shirt that clung on to her nice Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
“Hey there.” She said softly giving me a hug.
“Hey how you been?” I asked quietly.
I held her in my strong Hindu arms feeling her move her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body closer to mine.
I felt immensely hardened for her.
Yet, still, holding Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb was nothing compared to holding Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Arzumand Jahāngīr eyed me holding my ex-girlfriend.
She felt a twinge of jealousy for a Moment.
Ok stop it Arzumand Jahāngīr, Durgesh loves you now, she reminded herself.
“I’ve been good. I don’t know if your Ammījān told you or not, but I finally finished my lady doctor’s degree. I’m working at one of the largest hospitals downtown.”
“Yeah, she told me. Congratulations. I always knew you’d achieve your dream.”
Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb‘s pretty face turned red.
It’d been so hard to get over me, after our wonderful live in relationship we’d had.
She knew deep down she loved me still and she’d go back to me in a heartbeat if I ever asked her.
I found her right palm once again closing around my Uncut Hindu Penis.
In courtesy?
Courtesy to our wonderful former live in relationship?
I wasn’t sure.
Her grip on my Uncut Hindu Penis was immensely inviting actually, rather than pure formal courtesy only.
“Thanks! Hey, Arzumand Jahāngīr looks great! I hear she is working at one of the local University s in town huh?”
I nodded feeling proud of Arzumand Jahāngīr. My ardent Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān lover.
“Yeah and she loves her job so far.”

Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb took one look at Arzumand Jahāngīr and went to greet her as well.
Arzumand Jahāngīr always admired Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb for being so smart and beautiful.
She’d never really paid attention to her and my relationship until now.
It was weird to be friends with someone, who used to be with the person, you were in love with now.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr sweetie, how are you?” Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb squealed giving her a hug.
“I’m great and you?”
“Well, just been working a lot. This is my first day off in a while. I mean University was nonstop and I just started working a few weeks ago so I finally got my day off today.”
“It’s good to see you Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb,” Arzumand Jahāngīr said almost lying.
“You too Arzumand Jahāngīr. We need to hang out like we used to.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr almost cringed at that media.
How would she be able to hang out with Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb, knowing Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb would talk about how she and Durgesh used to kiss, touch, and everything else.
She didn’t want to hear that at all.
That was my past.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was my future.

Chapter 41
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 22

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Durgesh Nadirah Muħammad Yåqūb

Durgesh Jacqueline Lincoln

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Spring had come to Washington, a city, like the nation, happy with joy and cheers.

Spring had come to the new President’s Oval Office, where those who worked with her and for her were waiting for Jacqueline Lincoln.

Nadirah Muħammad Yåqūb was now the new Private Secretary to the new President of USA, Jacqueline Lincoln.

After Barack Obama, Jacqueline Lincoln was also a greatest surprise USA had given to the globe.

Nadirah Muħammad Yåqūb’s extremely beautiful American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes were twinkling.

What the hell more she wanted from her life?

Just eighteen Just adult she was the permanent Live in Relationship Partner of a man that was unique and legendary in the entire human history.

He was still young despite his sixty three had already completed.

And now her own best friend was the new President of USA.

What more Nadirah Muħammad Yåqūb needed?

The young beautiful girl, Jacqueline Lincoln, was the top executive, Chief Executive to be more precise, of the world’s most important nation.

Well, Jacqueline Lincoln deserved it however.

Everyone had laughed at Jacqueline Lincoln when she raped me.

“He isn’t your suitable life companion, you stupid.” Her own mother, Dolly Carter had rebuked Jacqueline Lincoln, “Durgesh loves Musalmān Beauties and Musalmān Beauties only.”

“I don’t think so.” Jacqueline Lincoln had contradicted her mother, Dolly Carter, “Durgesh has accepted me ultimately.”

“You are a Protestant and I don’t think there are so many Protestant Live in Relationship Partners your Hindu Live in Relationship Partner does have.”

“That’s why it was necessary, Mom, for a bold Protestant girl to rape the Hindu Stupid.”

“What do you mean?”Dolly Carter looked at her daughter in perplexity.

Durgesh is the most important man now. Don’t you agree with me?”

“Well, he is the dream man of you young ladies, I know.” Dolly Carter teased her most ambitious daughter.

Jacqueline Lincoln smiled at her mother.

“Mommy, I know you too love the Hindu beast. And I suspect you do too have sex with him, haven’t you?”

“Nonsense, Jacqueline Lincoln, you―”

“Momma, I’m quite adult now. I understand what we womankind need even more than mankind.”

“You feminist bitch, don’t tell me you are also a nudist exhibitionist as your Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the Utmost Ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allāhu tålā ånhā is.”

Jacqueline Lincoln smiled.

“As if you were not, in your younger days.”

Dolly Carter advanced to the window.

“Yes, I was. I was so proud of my extremely beautiful female body that I wanted to show the entire Multiverse what I had the rest of them didn’t.”

“You still have that miraculous extremely beautiful female body, Momma.” Jacqueline Lincoln was proud of her mother suddenly.

“Yes,” Dolly Carter turned to her daughter and smiled, “I still have it. But now I’m more experienced, my child.”

“What do you mean?”

“They granted me the title of ‘Miss Universe’ along with the honor of Durgesh being the first man of my life.”

“What? You never told me before that Durgesh was your ever first man.” Jacqueline Lincoln was excited now childishly.

“My dear child, you are my daughter. A mother always tries not to talk about her sex life with her children.”

“But it doesn’t mean she hasn’t any sex life.” Jacqueline Lincoln was furious, “does it?”

“No.” Dolly Carter accepted, “it doesn’t.”

“Then why the hypocrisy, Mom?”*

Nadirah Muħammad Yåqūb observed.

They were no longer gathered around the Cabinet table.

General Alfred Washington was pacing near the telephone.

Yet, he wasn’t worried.

The new President is only a young lady.

Everyone thought Jacqueline Lincoln would lose the election.

The entire USA, all its fifty states, couldn’t be so childish ever that an independent candidate, neither Democratic nor Republican, can defeat both the authorized Democratic and Republican Presidential candidates.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said, it would happen.

None believed her.

“She is over confident now.” Even Dolly Carter had commented, “She may be the ever first President of Saůūdī Årab now, but it’s USA. No independent Presidential candidate can win here.”

“How do you know, auntie?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the Utmost Ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allāhu tålā ånhā protested strongly, “You are insulting Saůūdī Årab herself.”

“Certainly not, my child, certainly not.” Former Miss Universe, Dolly Carter, said, “You succeeded in removing the age long Kingdom from Saůūdī Årab, because Saůūdī Årab is a Pseudo Islamic country after all.”

“What do you mean?”

“Forgive me, please, if I’m somewhat blunt in my statements. But it is the truth that the Ummat-e-Muslimah at present is the utmost backward society of all the societies found on the globe.”

“Well, You may be mostly correct in your analysis of the present day Ummat-e-Muslimah, but I think you Westerners somewhat exaggerate the facts when you talk of us Muslimāt and Musalmīn.”

Former Miss Universe, Dolly Carter smiled discordantly.

“The point I’m trying to make and you are deliberately trying not to admit, is that it was rumored widely and being hammered 24×7 that you are a Parahuman. You are Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allāhu tålā ånhā yourself. The ever backward and  ever superstitious Ummat-e-Muslimah believed it. They believed it beyond every rational whatsoever, every logic whatsoever, that a young Musalmān girl, nudist, feminist, having sex with a Hindu who established Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire, openly, who fucks Musalmān Beauties under Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service and Durgesh Farīdah Jalal Sheikħ Sex Therapy, can be Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā herself. Can anyone believe it? But most of the Muslimāt and Musalmīn believed it. They even believed that Durgesh is Ħazrat Mahdī ålayhissalām himself. Nonsense.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was smiling prudently unhurriedly.

“The hell with you all. I still can’t believe it this miracle has happened.”

“Auntie, please!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed gently.

Miss Universe Dolly Carter smiled sophisticatedly.

“Is there anything wrong in what I said?”

“Not in gist, auntie.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan also smiled patiently, “But in your over enthusiasm to prove us Muslimāt and Musalmīn backward and grossly superstitious, actually you have over simplified us Muslimāt’s entire one thousand four hundred years tremendous Jihad against Pseudo Islam. It was not that easy, auntie, as you have summarized it.”*

Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd was sitting in a Cadillac limousine that was taking him from the United Nations to the Saůūdī Årab consular building in New York City.

He couldn’t believe still now that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is really succeeding.

Can she really succeed in removing the age long regime of Assaåūds?

Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān still enjoyed a sense of elation, a sense of ecstasy, at the excellent reception given his speech at the United Nations.

He can say anything until he holds the absolutely unsuspected faith of the family,

The family has profound faith in his constantly successful foreign policy.

Ever since Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has started her movements from India, Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd successfully keeping her believing that he isn’t against her movements actually.

Yet he has to show the entire globe that he is also against her.

Otherwise his royal family persons, the great Assaåūds, would start suspecting Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd too.

They would lose their ever undisputed faith in him.

He would be removed from his post.

And thus, he wouldn’t be able to help her movements

from inside diplomatically.

Especially the delegates of the Islamic World appreciated him much more than the rest of the audience.

Even Jacqueline Lincoln had assured him that she would tell Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan how he is successfully helping their all the four movements: Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, and JetMusalmān BeautiesSquadas diplomatically as possible.

While even the Saůūdī Årab ambassador to the United Nations, his own real younger sister, Sheikħzādī Al Kħālidah Assaåūd, delivered the routine speeches, it was Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd, the veteran foreign minister of Saůūdī Årab, that really stole the glory.

That’s why he was always sent to New York to make the more crucial public statements.

This morning’s address, on the continuing increasing political power of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, internationally, had been a crucial speech.

Moreover, it had gone down well.

His own enthusiastic word still echoed in his own ears:

“I have immense respect and profound honor for my Muslimāt sisters who are increasingly losing their faith in our ever ancient marriage institution and surrendering to Live in Relationship, in a constantly increasing great number I must say, with the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.”

There was a storm of applause from the Musalmān Beauties attending the event with their Hindu Live in Relationship Partners/lovers/husbands.

He always used to say it and he was always appreciated somewhat similarly.

“Allah Subħān Wa tålā orders:

Wa lā tunkiħū almushrikīn ħattā yu’minū

And do not marry polytheistic men until they believe.’

― Al Qur’an Al Karīm: 2: 221

Yes, I do agree with my ever honorable Muslimāt sisters’ interpretations of this Āyat-e-Karīmah that it doesn’t restrict them from marrying Vedic Monotheist Hindus.”

Again there was a bigger storm of applause from the Muslimāt.

It lasted more, moreover.

His indignant royal family had objected.

“This interpretation of this Āyat-e-Karīmah is wrong.”

“I don’t agree with you.” Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd had said tartly, “the word used in Al Qur’an Al Karīm is ‘Al mushrikīn’, not ‘Al kāfirūn’.”

“Nevertheless…”

“Nevertheless our own so many sisters and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies are sleeping today proudly with Durgesh/other Hindus. How can we explain that?”

“It doesn’t mean…”

“The hell it doesn’t. It does. It does mean that our Musalmān houseladies are doing nothing wrong. So the slogans being used against us that our family is not devoted to Islam anymore as it was once, are entirely unjustified, wrong and only politically motivated.”*

Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd could not adjust, however, with the rude way in which his speech had been treated by the leading member of his own delegation.

Midway through his ringing address, Ambassador Sheikħzādī Al Kħālidah Assaåūd, his own real younger sister, had abruptly risen from her seat and left the hall.

Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd had been momentarily embarrassed by his own sister’s this boorish, ill mannered, behavior.

He had ignored her if she was only his sister.

But she was the Ambassador of Saůūdī Årab to United Nations too.

He couldn’t tolerate it.

He intended to tell Sheikħzādī Al Kħālidah Assaåūd so, and expected an official apology too, unless the ‘Ambassador’ had some excuse to offer.

May be there was an acceptable excuse.

The moment Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd had himself left the UN auditorium, and the applause, he had been intercepted by a member of his delegation.

He gave him a message that the Ambassador Sheikħzādī Al Kħālidah Assaåūd wanted to see Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd at the consulate at once.

Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd speculated may be there had been some emergency that had called the Ambassador away from his speech.

He was hardly aware now of the Saůūdī Årab security guard beside him.

 Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd was now more eager to learn what Al Kħālidah Assaåūd had on her mind.

He leaned forward in the back seat, peering between the driver and the second security guard from Al Mutwåīn to make out the Saůūdī Årab consular building up ahead.

Inside the consulate reception room, Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd had found an impatient Ambassador Sheikħzādī Al Kħālidah Assaåūd waiting for him.

He hadn’t expected it.

She led the way to her safe office rather hastily somewhat.

He knew his sister very well.

It wasn’t her characteristic at all.

Among the countless things she had learned from her Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, the ever amazing, HVSI Supremo, the Muħsin-e-Muslimāt, Durgesh, was: never be impatient too.

Always try to keep your patience whatsoever may the circumstances are.

Yet, Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd couldn’t deny, his younger sister was now uncontrollably impatient.

She was trying her best to hide it.

Yet, he knew his younger sister better.

She was biting her lower lip every now and then.

And it was only when she was impatient.

Her office was already electronically secured against eavesdropping.

She shut the door behind them carefully.

Without bother to sit down or wait for her elder brother to be seated, Ambassador Sheikħzādī Al Kħālidah Assaåūd began to speak.

She appeared strained somewhat.

“Bhāījān, my apologies for having to walk out during your magnificent speech. I was called away by an urgent emergency phone call from Riyadh.”

Riyadh?”

“Yes, from Åāýéshah Siddīqah herself, none other.”

General Åāýéshah Siddīqah was the new Chairperson of Al Mutwåīn now.

Her Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service was not limited to any single country now.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had met Åāýéshah Siddīqah especially.

None knew what the masterminds conspired to.

But suddenly Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service was an international movement supported by Cuckold Your Musalmān husband Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club Ashvinātam Gangbang Club Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh and JetMusalmān BeautiesSquad.

It was the sixth movement now openly being supported by Utmost Ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan managed to put Åāýéshah Siddīqah now on the topmost post of Al Mutwåīn.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah herself resisted but Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan explained her that it could be managed and it would be most beneficial to all these six movements of Musalmān Beauties.

Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd was now listening to his younger sister attentively.

“It’s King Al Ħanīf Assaåūd.” Ambassador Sheikħzādī Al Kħālidah Assaåūd said, “He’s suffered a stroke. He’s in a coma.”

“A stroke?” repeated Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd, “I’m used to his little heart attacks. But a stroke? How bad?”

“Massive. Whatever happens but the old man is through. If he comes out of the coma, recovers, he’ll be a vegetable, incapacitated. Or he may linger on in his present state. At best the doctors give him no more than a month.”

“A month? Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy isn’t being used?”

“King Al Ħanīf Assaåūd himself has refused it.”

“What?”

“He had ordered before going into coma not to play with the sanctity of any of his Musalmān houseladies.”

“Nonsense. And the royal family has agreed?”

“Well, every Musalmān houselady of the royal family is ready to sacrifice her sanctity to Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock. Yet, when they declared their consent to it the patient in coma, King Al Ħanīf Assaåūd, registered a great fall in his health. The doctors has announced that under the circumstances even Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy might be disastrous to King Al Ħanīf Assaåūd.”

“I can’t believe this nonsense.”

“That’s why the entire royal family has decided King Al Ħanīf Assaåūd’s successor to be alerted and placed on standby. That’s why General Åāýéshah Siddīqah, the Chairperson of Al Mutwåīn, called. She wanted you to be informed that an informal vote of the entire Royal Family overwhelmingly favors you as the next King of Saůūdī Årab. Congratulations, Bhāījān.”

She stuck out her hand.

Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd took it awkwardly nodding.

His brain was asking.

‘Sheikħzādah Al Moåīn Assaåūd?’

‘Sheikħzādah Al Moåīn Assaåūd?’

‘What happened of him?’

Yet he never asked this question.

Why should he?

Let the bloody Sheikħzādah Al Moåīn Assaåūd go to hell.

If the entire Royal Family has demonstrated their faith in Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd why shouldn’t he thank them and enjoy the topmost position in Saůūdī Årab offered to him?

He felt himself suffering from imbalance.

Controlling himself with every effort he could gather he made his way to the sofa, groped for an arm of it and lowered himself to a cushion.

“Let me get you a drink, Bhāījān.” Ambassador Sheikħzādī Al Kħālidah Assaåūd smiled in a celebratory mood, “One for each of us. What would you prefer, whisky or vodka? I’ve Stolichnaya. Let’s drink to it.”

She started for the bar.

“Yes, vodka, a stiff one.” Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd managed to say.*

Reclining low in the rear seat of the bulletproof Dārussalām limousine, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan felt like an ancient queen.

Well, wasn’t it better to be a President of a nation now, instead of being its queen?

She was satisfied ultimately Kħadījah Muħammad Bājī had agreed to be the President of Al Muttaħidah Al Ummat-e-Muslimah.

She had similar feeling this early morning.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan actually had the similar feeling every morning of the past week.

Up ahead, through the distortion of the bent windshield, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could make out the motorcycle escort, red light flashing.

On either side of President Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Sadar Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in Arabic, were more roaring motor cycles.

Behind her, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could hear the higher pitch of the protective sedan that contained the remainder of her complement of bodyguards.

Within the luxurious limousine there was every freedom.

In the front seat, the driver and the man next to him were Secret Service agents of the Dārussalām Detail.

In the back, an arm’s length from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, sitting sideways on one jump seat, was agent Ůzrah Taymūr.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan deliberately appointed Ůzrah Taymūr despite the constant protest from her Saůūdī Årab Secret Service.

It wanted some Saůūdī Årab there too.

Yet, it was true that none of them had their eyes upon Al Sadar Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan preferred to be addressed the First Citizen of Saůūdī Årab, Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat now to be more precise.

The chauffeur’s gaze was directed straight ahead.

The other agent in front examined the passing panorama of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Street to their right, and Ůzrah Taymūr examined the passing pedestrians and buildings to the left.

Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, pressed her black naqāb more tightly to her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head as the wind whipped in, through the opening of the electric window beside the driver.

Serenely Utmost Ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannat, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, took in the landmarks that she had passed so often.

It was in the years when she belonged to herself.

When she wasn’t Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.

When she wasn’t even Utmost Ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan recognized the Wahābī Academy, the Kħātūn-e-Jannat Masjid, the Ummil Mominīn Hotel.

She recognized the all-female Hotel Al Kħawātīn too, the Hotel Al Binnāt Al Tāhirāt, the Lebanon Embassy.

In minutes, the limousine would take her away from all this, around Kħātūn-e-Jannat Square, and to Executive Avenue and the south entrance of the stately Executive Mansion.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had waited with excitement the inevitability of this most important day in her life.

She never knew she would really succeed when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had planned it all.

Yes, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had masterminded it all.

It was her dream coming true now.

It was her moving day.

And now it was here King Al Ħanīf Assaåūd’s ardent Musalmān houseladies.

King Al Moåīn Assaåūd had also left his own Musalmān houseladies his behind.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t allow him to take even a single one of them with him.

“They are the only guarantee I have against your potential betrayal of us, Al Moåīn.”

“I am not a fool enough to…”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had raised her right hand.

“You are dead for them and for the rest of the world, aren’t you?”

“Okay, no problem, my lady.”

“I promise to take care of them individually personally.”

King Al Moåīn Assaåūd smiled ingeniously.

You? Personally? I thought Durgesh would fuck all of them and…”

“That’s right, my child, that’s right. That’s the way I personally take care of the extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies of my enemies.”

“I’m not your enemy ever.” King Al Moåīn Assaåūd kept smiling significantly, “neither I ever was.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had laughed skeptically.*

She had been told, the Musalmān houseladies of both the kings had overseen the removal of the King Al Moåīn Assaåūd’s personal effects and furniture from Dārussalām yesterday.

Governor Åzīz Assaåūd and Ghausiyah Muħammad Yåqūb had also removed the personal belonging of King Al Moåīn Assaåūd from the Executive Office of Al Riyadh three days before.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had decided not to treat Al Kħātūn Al Kħawātīn Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Sheikħzādī Vaqārunnisā Al Aħmad, with any special privilege any more.

She was now only the chairperson of the women’s organization of Saůūdī Årab.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has to treat men and women alike now.

Of course Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Antarvyom, interspace, was now open for anyone who needed an entrance there to meet her.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan can’t allow any privilege to anyone in the matter.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan brought her eyes from the window to the radiophone beside her.

Then her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes went to the grave face of the Secret Service agent in the jump seat.

Transiently Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wondered what the agent was so grave about.

Was her expression that of anxiety over her responsibility?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan knew most of her colleagues never believed she might really succeed in removing the age long kingdom blot from Saůūdī Årab and Islam as well.

“Yes,” this very Ůzrah Taymūr had argued with her, “Islam originally supports Democracy. Even Ħuzūrs died without instructing anyone who his successor would be. Hes left it on the shoulders of the then Ummat-e-Muslimah present. Yet, even Ħazrat Siddīq-e-Åāzamrzudidn’t follow this tradition established by Ħuzūrs himself. Herzu nominated Ħazrat Fārūq-e-Åāzamrzu instead of leaving it on the shoulders of then Ummat-e-Muslimah.”

What do you want to say, Ůzrah Taymūr?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had frowned.

“Nothing, if you are getting annoyed.” Ůzrah Taymūr had smiled urbanely, “I know you are following Durgesh.”

“I’m following Durgesh because Durgesh himself is following  Ħuzūrs magnificently prudently.”

“I doubt it, Naåīmah.”

“Nonsense.”

“I don’t claim that I know Durgesh more than you,” Ůzrah Taymūr smiled patiently, “of course, you have more brains than me. Moreover, you have perused Durgesh more closely than I have.”

“Yet?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had asked Ůzrah Taymūr bitterly.

“Yet why couldn’t it be true that Durgesh is interested only in communal sex with us Musalmān Beauties?”

“Even if it’s true we are successfully using the Hindu multi zillionaire’s multi zillions for our Islamic movement. Isn’t it?”

“Well,” Ůzrah Taymūr couldn’t contradict Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, “you are right at least to that extent.”

“Then what’s bothering you?”

“Perhaps the guilt conscience that Durgesh is a Hindu. He is sixty-three. I’m an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān doshīzah. Yet, I’m having sex with Durgesh.”

“So that you can use his multi zillions for Aqāmat-e-Dīn. What is wrong there?”

“Nothing ostensibly.”

“Nothing actually too. Stop being as obnoxious as to doubt everything even if you haven’t any proof for it.”

“Caution is better than ultimate failure, I think.” Ůzrah Taymūr had retorted.*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan remembered Ůzrah Taymūr had been on the afternoon shift.

It was throughout the week that, Ůzrah Taymūr was on guard, outside the Dārussalām Presidential Office.

This morning Ůzrah Taymūr had appeared at daybreak.

She said that she was on a split shift today, four hours now and four hours in the afternoon.

With the three excellent exquisite Musalmān Beauties, Ůzrah Taymūr had helped supervise the Army privates who carried the cartons and crates into their huge military truck.

There had also been several pieces of Al Sadar Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s furniture, a magnificent bedroom desk and bench, a maroon leather armchair, a tall lamp with a shade that her Abbū Imām Muħammad Ħasan himself had painted so long ago.

The Revels chair was also with the furniture.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was most proud of its possession.

It was a gift from the JetMusalmān BeautiesSquad.

How could Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ignore anyone of her five movements: Cuckold Your Musalmān husband Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club Ashvinātam Gangbang Club Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh JetMusalmān BeautiesSquad?

How could she even ignore Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service that she supported so strategically?

It was a genuine John Henry Belter rosewood chair with an upholstered panel in its scrolled back.

There was an upholstered felt seat also in it.

Her Abbū said it was handmade in New York in 1870s.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan had also told his ever-dearest daughter, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, that its real value lay in the fact that in the 1870s it had belonged to Hiram R. Revels, of Mississippi.

He had become the first Negro to sit in the United States Senate.

“But Abbū, someone has told me that Hiram R. Revels, of Mississippi had converted into Hinduism later on and he followed Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar, the Mudgal Hindu emperor that was so against Islam he used to sleep with his feet deliberately stretched to the West toward Makkah Mukarramah, Kħāna-e-Kåbah.”

“The hell with these rumors. My dear child, there is a society in Hindus that calls themselves Bachhalyā. They are the most successful diplomats and politicians among Hindus. It is said that even Rājpūts are the descendants of the Bachhalyās. The Hindu mythology about the Bachhalyās is that they are the real sons of Param Purush and BrahmJagdambās themselves.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had smiled discreetly.

“I know about the entire Bachhalyā mythology of the Hindus, Abbū.”

“Why not? Why not?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said cynically, “Your Durgesh is himself a Bachhalyā genetically. That’s why he’s so ever shrewdest in every matter. It is said that there is a time period according to Hindu mythology that’s called Brāhm Kalp.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled teasingly at her ever-communal Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.

“Yes, your Hindu son in law Durgesh has told me about Brāhm Kalp mythology of the Hindus. It’s an era that starts every now and then after every other era. And once it’s started, it runs repeatedly to almost infinity. Durgesh says the Brāhm Kalp has started once again now.”

“Nonsense.”

“I don’t think so, Abbū, Durgesh has so many evidences too, to prove what he has told me.”*

After the Army truck had wheeled away toward the Dārussalām, followed in a Presidential staff car by Nafīsah Salmān and Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Ůzrah Taymūr and the other Secret Service agents had waited to escort President Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.

Still filled with the joy induced by her thoughts of realizing her dream since her childhood, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan determined to question Ůzrah Taymūr.

She must be discreet however.

Yet, she must also find out constantly what she could do as a President and what she can’t.

Yes, Durgesh has provided her countless lady robots manufactured by HVSI.

They have every information Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan can ever need.

Yet why shouldn’t she find out what Ůzrah Taymūr herself knows?

Ůzrah Taymūr,”

The Secret Service agent turned her beautiful head,

“Yes, ma’am― I mean Madam President?”

“I want to ask you a question.”

“Anything, Madam President. Pardon me if I keep my eyes on the street while I talk. Duty, Madam President.”

Ůzrah Taymūr was attentive.

But her eyes were pointed to what lay out beyond the limousine window in the gray morning.

“I couldn’t get proper time until now to acquaint myself with the functions of the Secret Service. Yet I do gather your Detail is assigned to protect me at all times.”

“Yes, Madam President. I’ve been ordered to follow USA laws in the matter until we have our own Constitution. According to USA laws, since 1901, Title 18, United States Code, Section 3056, amended and approved by the 82nd and 83rd Congress.” Recited Ůzrah Taymūr.

Then she went on,

“Subject to the discretion of the Treasury, the United States Secret Service, Treasury Department, is authorized to protect the person of the President of the United States, in this case, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, the President of former Saůūdī Årab, and the members of her family.”

“Excellent.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cooed, “I hope you would remember similarly in quite detail when our own Constitution would replace it.”

Ůzrah Taymūr nodded gravely.

“Sure, Madam President.”

“I gathered that I haven’t been out of your sight for a second this week. Of course, that excludes when I’ve gone to the bathroom or have been asleep. Does it always have to be that way? Isn’t there some time when I can go alone, privately, to see certain― certain friends?”

Keeping her gravity continued, Ůzrah Taymūr shook her beautiful head.

“I’m sorry, Madam President. How can we protect you if we aren’t with you?”

Chapter 23

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KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 21

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

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Chapter 21

Durgesh Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī

Durgesh Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb

Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī had gone to bed around ten and was now pretending to be asleep as she heard her husband, Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb, come stomping into the bedroom.

She had successfully convinced Imām Muħammad Yåqūb to shift to USA.

Guiding and supporting him constantly now Senator Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī made her husband Imām Muħammad Yåqūb too a Senator now.

A rare case.

She made Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb to support Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club blindly.

In this way she successfully won her granddaughter Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s blind support to Imām Muħammad Yåqūb.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was all praise for her grand Abbū.

As soon as President of USA, Jacqueline Lincoln, made her residential entrance to the White House, she gave green signal to the Senatorship of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ‘immensely credible’ grand Abbū, Imām Muħammad Yåqūb.

President of USA, Jacqueline Lincoln,  knew Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had made her entrance in the White House possible.

The widely spread members of Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad etcetera had created an uproar against the Presidential candidate who fought against President of USA, Jacqueline Lincoln.

As if entire American Musalmān Beauties  were members of at least one of these four international movements led by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan successfully.

Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī made her husband, Imām Muħammad Yåqūb, to support Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Jacqueline Lincoln blindly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and all her four movements Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad supported Jacqueline Lincoln blindly.

Trying to make sure that her breathing was steady and even, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī listened to him move around to his side of the bed, dropping his clothes onto the end of bed and finally flouncing down onto the bed.

Then, with an angry flick, he turned the light off.

Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī could sense the anger in Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb as she lay unmoving on her side of the bed.

Why did he hate sex all the time, anyway?

Was it fair?

Men always seemed obsessed by sex from puberty until death, yet in women the fires burned lower and lower as they aged.

Why couldn’t their sex drives be the same and the exasperation that led to all this anger wouldn’t be there?

Why he would probably never do it if she would let him.

Allah, Goodness, it had only been…when had the last time been?

When had they last made love?

Then as her mind slowly tripped back over the days and nights, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī realized that it had been a week and a half since they had done it.

Allah, yā Allah! Oh, for goodness sake, she scolded herself, how could it have been that long ago?

That can’t be right, why it seems like it was only yesterday.

She let her mind retrace the nights of television and days of social events, the teas, the canasta games, and all the other functions that she endlessly attended to occupy her time.

Yes, it had been a week and a half.

It had been that Wednesday night that Durgesh spent the night with his friend, Amīnah Iltutmish.

Allah, God, it still seemed only a couple of night ago.

Maybe, maybe I ought to roll over and…

Just then, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī heard the soft, wheeze from Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb’s side of the bed and she knew that he was asleep.

As usual, she had waited too long and now he was gone for the night.

Well, I will just have to wake him up in the morning with a surprise, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī told herself as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī finally found herself waking up.

As the fuzz of sleep disappeared, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī remembered what she had planned for Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb.

Murmuring, she stretched and yawned before she slowly rolled over.

She felt a sudden wave of depression wash over her.

Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb wasn’t there.

Glancing over at the clock on the nightstand, she saw that it was already eight-thirty.

No wonder he was gone.

On Saturday’s he left for work at seven-thirty.

But, Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb only worked until noon.

Maybe I could meet him down at work and we could have a nooner.

Allah, Goodness, I can’t remember the last time we did anything like that.

Maybe that’s what I need to put some of the spice back in our sex-life. Maybe, if I started doing things like that, I might want to do it more often and make every thing better.

It is worth a try, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī thought.

Then, slowly from the core of her womanhood, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī felt that delicious tickle of desire that was so illusive.

Allah, Oh, goodness, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī smiled to herself as the urge began to grow.

Just the thought of doing something wild and crazy was adding fuel to the tiny little spark of excitement.

Why, I haven’t felt like this in ages, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī told herself, throwing the covers off.

Smiling wickedly, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī slowly ran her hands down her beautiful female Musalmān body, pausing for a moment to cup her big, droopy breasts and toy with her hardening nipples.

As Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī played with the big, rubbery paps, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī felt the tickle of anticipation tingle all the way down to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī ardent Musalmān Choot.

Damn, why didn’t I think of this earlier, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī laughed to herself, letting her hands slowly wander down over her smoothly rounded belly to the mat of curly brown hair covering her ardent Musalmān womanhood.

Allah, yā Allah! Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī thought to herself as she gently dipped a red tipped finger down between the fleshy lips of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān Choot.

I’m all wet down there. I’m all wet just thinking about this afternoon.

That hasn’t happened in a long, long time.

“Ohhhhhhh,” she groaned out loud as Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī ran her finger over her throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān Clitoris.

Damn, I could finish myself right here and now, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī thought as Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī tenderly peeled the fleshy little covering back away from the tingling knob of jutting flesh.

Delicately running her finger around the pulsating protrusion of flesh, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī felt the delightful tingle of pleasure course up her spine as flow into her brain.

“Stop it,” she growled to herself, slapping her legs together and jerking her hand away from her throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān Clitoris.

“Damn, I can’t remember the last time I felt this way,” Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī told herself, sitting up and easing her long, shapely legs off the bed.

Delighting in the foreign thrill of sexual excitement for the first time in ages, she hurriedly showered and rushed back out to her dresser.

Dabbing on a few drops of ‘Illicit Love’, her favorite perfume, onto the soft skin just below her ear, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī lifted her big, pendant breasts one at a time and ran the dauber underneath them, leaving a faint trail of perfume behind.

Setting the perfume down, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī gathered up her long, tawny streaked mahogany hair and pulled it up into a bundle.

Turning her head from side to side, she decided that she would wear it up.

Quickly, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī gathered it up and pinned it up with a couple of strategically placed decorative pins.

Later, with a simple jerk, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī could let it come cascading down over her shoulders, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī smiled.

Then as an afterthought, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī plucked out a couple of strands of hair to give herself that harried, disheveled look that men seemed to like so much for some reason.

Now what to wear, she asked herself?

Maybe I’ll just go over there naked and really surprise him.

“Let’s see,” Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī said out loud to herself as she jiggled over to her closet with her big, surprisingly still erect tits wiggling merrily.

Picking through the forest of clothes hanging before her, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī spied the soft, black double-breasted suit jacket that Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī loved so much.

It wasn’t really appropriate for what she had in mind, but …what if she wore it without the skirt.

It might be just long enough, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī giggled, holding the suit coat up in front of herself and seeing that the hem was two or three inches below her private parts.

It’ll work if I don’t sit down, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī laughed to herself, tossing the coat onto the bed.

Now what to wear with it.

Maybe nothing, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī thought, looking at herself in the mirror.

She had a nice Musalmān body for a matronly forty year old; big, erect breasts with nice, perfectly round areolas and big, puffy nipples that always showed through her clothes when she went braless; her belly, hard and flat, still hadn’t the beginnings of a matronly swell.

Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī could still hold it in when she needed to, but it wouldn’t be long before more work in the gym would be required; soft, sweeping hips, curving down into her perfectly rounded smooth Musalmān thighs that also needed a little more attention if she was going to keep them that way.

Arcing her legs, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī turned slightly and looked over her shoulder to the two round, firm cheeks of her great exquisite excellent gorgeous glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Her great exquisite excellent gorgeous glorious glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and her legs were enough to make men cry, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī laughed to herself, relaxing back down onto the soles of her small, dainty feet.

Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb likes for me to dress up in my little naughties, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī smiled, so I’ll do it for him today.

Strolling over to her chest of drawers, watching her big, erect breasts jutting about as she did, she bent down and jerked open a drawer.

She knew just what to wear.

A couple of years ago, Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb had bought her an outfit from ‘frederick’s of Hollywood’.

Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī had only worn it that same night and then it had gone untouched, hiding underneath the rest of her underwear since that time.

It was still there, wrapped in the plastic package that it had come in Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī saw, frowning at her inconsideration.

Stepping over to her dresser, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī ran her hand down into the package and pulled out the sheer, lacy material and laid it on the top of the dresser.

It was all still there: a choker, a half-cup bra, a garter belt, crotchless panties, and hose.

Sitting down on the stool in front of her dresser, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī slowly picked up one of the hose, relishing the smooth feel of the nylon on her skin.

Raising her leg, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī arched her toes and quickly slid the sheer, black hose up over her foot, her shapely calf, knee and the soft swell of her thigh.

Tugging it up snuggly, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī ran her hand down over her leg, straightening the hose and removing the wrinkles.

Picking up the other hose, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī repeated the process with it.

Smiling at herself in the mirror, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī picked up the sheer, black brassiere.

Wrapping the wispy straps of lace around her still miraculously flat female Musalmān belly, with the flowery half-cups of transparent lacework in the back, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī snapped the clasp closed.

Then with a quick tug, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī spun the cups around in front and ran her arms down through the shoulder straps.

Pulling the wisp of a brassiere up under her big, erect breasts, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī cupped them in the soft, clinging material.

Once her still miraculously erect proud Musalmān breasts  were situated inside their lace prisons, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī tugged the lace covered straps up over her shoulders.

Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī poked and prodded the big mountains of pink flesh until she was satisfied that they wouldn’t flop out ever, every time she moved.

Plucking up the next sheer, fluff of black lace, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī spread the panties apart.

As she did, they split into two segments joined only in the middle at the back and front of the lace-covered waistband.

Shaking her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head slightly, she bent down and slipped them on over one foot and then the other.

Standing up, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī quickly pulled them up her long, curving legs and drew the G-string panties up around her excellent exhips. There was so little to them, you almost couldn’t tell Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī had any on, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī frowned. Hurrying, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī retrieved the flowery, black garter belt and wrapped it around her waist. Snapping it closed, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī quickly reached down and fastened the four clasps at the end of the dangling thongs of top of her hose. A few adjustments here and there and there was only one little bit of black fluff left lying on the top of the dresser.

Plucking up the delicate, little choker, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī pulled it down over her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head. Now with the sexy little choker encircling her throat, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī stood up and looked at herself in the mirror.

“Nice. Very nice,” Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī smiled as Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī turned and admired herself in the mirror from several different angles. “If I must say so myself.”

“Boy is Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb going to be surprised,” Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī said, picking up her suit coat and slipping it on.

Padding over to the closet, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī slipped her small feet into a pair of four-inch heels and stepped back in front of the mirror.

“Perfect,” Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī said out loud, running her hands down over her coat. “No one Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb ever know, except me, and of course, Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb.”

Then, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī grabbed her purse and went clopping down the stairs.

Stopping by the phone holder, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī grabbed a pencil, a piece of paper and strolled into the kitchen.

Scribbling out a quick note to me, she opened her purse and pulled out a ten dollar bill and laid it on top of the note.

There, the money Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb get his attention, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī laughed to herself and hurried out the door.*

I got out of bed and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts.

I just couldn’t get used to sleeping in anything.

Just too damned constricting, I laughed, reaching down and pulling on my extremely impressive Uncut Hindu Cock.

But then again, with an Uncut Hindu Cock as big as mine, anything I wear is constricting, I laughed proudly.

Especially for a sixty three year old.

I wonder why the house is so quiet, I said to myself as I flounced down the stairs watching the big bulge sticking out against the front of my shorts flopping around heavily inside my shorts.

Strolling into the kitchen, I spotted the note on the table.

It read:

‘Durgesh,

I’ve gone downtown to have lunch with your unworthy Musalmān competitor, Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb. We should be back by five or so. Here’s a bill of ten dollars with my signature. Go show it to my secretary, Nafīsah Åbbās Farīdī. Seeing this bill with my signature, she’d understand what to do. Enjoy my immensely sexy American Musalmān Beautiful girlfriends.  See you tonight,

Love,

Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī’*

I remembered:

It was a cold day.

It had been snowing all week and the traffic was miserable.

On my way home I saw four different cars off the road and had to ease the brakes at stop signs to prevent sliding.

I used to love the snow, it meant days off and fun and everyone gathered around a fire but there was no such joy to look forward too lately.

There was no dinner waiting for me, Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb’s wife, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī, now ex-wife was in Saůūdī Årab with her parents.

With Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb’s wife, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī, gone, and daughter Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb off to University I was back to being on my own.

I could watch anything I wanted, listen to whatever I wanted and nothing was put away where I couldn’t find it.

Last week my new sense of living on my own was shattered.

Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb’s daughter, Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb, came home for winter break and because of her distaste for her Ammī, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī, and even her Abbū, Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb, Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb opted to stay with me.

Generally tolerant, her Ammī, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī,
was suddenly furious with Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb.

“What do you want to prove, Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb? You dislike me, you dislike your Abbū, Imām Muħammad Yåqūb, yet you don’t dislike Durgesh?”

“You both dislike my best friend, Jacqueline Lincoln, the Presidential candidate. Durgesh doesn’t.”

“You must be crazy.” Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī stormed at her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān daughter.

Well, Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb was not a citizen of Saůūdī Årab.

Both Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī and Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb had changed their citizenship to that of USA.

Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī was an ultramodern Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.

It was enough for her that Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān were 26% of the total Musalmān population of USA.

“Why not India?” Imām Muħammad Yåqūb had argued sarcastically, “Most of your Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān girlfriends that left Saůūdī Årab, have settled themselves in India instead.”

Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī, not senator then, not even citizen of USA, smiled suggestively.

“All of them were after Durgesh, or even if they couldn’t get Durgesh, they wanted a Hindu lover for them.”

“Why? The Musalmīn have lost their penises forever?”  Imām Muħammad Yåqūb was even more indignant feeling more humiliated.

Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī was even more indignant now.

She stormed at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān husband.

“What do you think; we Musalmān Beauties have our Musalmān Cunts only? We haven’t our brain? We haven’t our self respect? We don’t need proper education? We don’t need true love? We don’t want intimacy? We don’t need to enjoy our life, freedom, our share of administration?”

“And you can have all of it, only when Durgesh fucks you or some another Hindu at least?” Imām Muħammad Yåqūb shouted.

“Yessssssssssss!” Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī also shouted to outdo his comparatively communal Musalmān husband. “Yesssss! Moreover, your cut Musalmān nūnīs are worthless.”

Imām Muħammad Yåqūb marched out of the room too furious to argue with his ‘Overhuman’ wife.*

I loved Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb’s daughter, Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb, and I would do anything for her.

So naturally I was very glad she came home to me for break rather than get drunk with her friends.

That must be her aversion to her Ammī, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī, too; she never drank or even went to parties like her Ammī, Senator Āmnah Nasīm Rizvī.

I walked in the garage door and took my coat off.

My electric bill was going to be high this month.

Even when it was freezing out Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb had turned the thermostat way up and I was already sweating in my suit.

“Durgesh! You’re home. They said on the news eight inches of snow.”

“I fine sweetie, come give Durgesh a hug.”

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb was not suffering from the heat, the reverse in fact.

She was only wearing a thin white tank top, tall striped socks, and sexy little white panties.

I must be the envy of all the boys from school, what they would give to see her run up and then jump into their arms her tits free to swing, nipples just barley visible through the fabric.

I held her close, and I couldn’t help but enjoy her sexy American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

“I tried to order pizza but they said they won’t deliver tonight.”

Setting Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb down, I circled my hand through her hair and held her chin.

“I guess we are just going to have to make something for ourselves then.”

Walking into the kitchen I went to the freezer and got out Chicken chops and a couple of honey crisp apples out.

I put the Chicken chops in the sink and turned the water on to start them thawing and got out the cutting board for the apples.

I cut up the first apple and Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb took a piece and jumped up on the counter next to me.

Glancing over I noticed how her panties were now pulled taut against the lips of her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Distracted, the knife slipped and grazed my finger.

“Durgesh! You cut yourself. Here let me kiss it.”

Grabbing my hand Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb brought my finger up to her mouth and kissed it.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb then looked at it closely at my finger and blew on the cut.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb then put my finger in her mouth and sucked it.

Taken aback I was too thrilled and even aroused to react.

As soon as it started it was over and Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb took my finger out.

“There good as new,” she said triumphantly.

Turning away from Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb I rummaged around the cupboard to get the frying pan.

This was partially to hide my Hindu erection; the combination of her sexy body, well-defined American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, and sucking on my finger had made my attraction a little too obvious.

I filled the pan with water and put it on the stove.

I took the Chicken chops out of the sink and broke them apart putting them in the pan.

“How’s your paper coming along, sweetie?”

“Argh, my stupid Prof forgot what it’s like to be a kid. This is ironic, because my paper is about child development. He agrees with Plato. The ‘brain’ wants a society where the brains lead and children are reared to be model citizens by those best suited to parent, without the necessity of actually being their parents or something like that.”

“Well, it sounds like you know what you’re talking about.”

The Chicken chops were now in simmering water and I flipped them over to heat them move evenly.

“The guy is just bitter I think. I don’t think he has ever been laid, let alone had children, so he figures just institutionalize it and put him in charge. But you wouldn’t let that happen would you, Durgesh?”

The water was now boiled off and she added a splash of apple juice and laid the slices of apple on the Chicken chops.

“And lose you to some stranger? No sweetie. I would never let that happen. Who would heal my finger then?”

“Durgesh,” Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb said mockingly and tilted her head.

“Alright fine, I would keep you for other reasons too.”

“I know.”

She jumped down from the counter and walked over to the pantry.

Grabbing a chair and climbing up she reached to grab the jar of hot chocolate mix.

Her ass was big, round and firm.

I had to hold myself from a feel of that gorgeous excellent glamorous exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

“Make me hot chocolate Durgesh.”

“But that doesn’t go with Chicken cho…”

“Please.”

“Alright but you get the cups out.”

“Yay.” Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb jumped up again and hugged me.

Again her tits pressing against me.

This girl was going to ruin my pants if she didn’t stop being so Goddamn cute.

Walking back over to the pan she flipped the Chicken chops again sprinkling some seasoning on them before replacing the apples and giving the pan another splash of juice.

She got out double kettle and filled the inside with milk putting it on the stove to heat in the water bath.

After that, Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb was sitting at the bar on the other side of the counter and was humming erotic songs.

The milk and the Chicken chops finished a few minutes later.

She got us our plates and served the Chicken chops and apples.

She poured the milk on the chocolate mix too, in the cups.

I turned on the TV.

we watched The Daily Show while we ate and drank our hot chocolate.

“Durgesh, can you read me a story?”

“Don’t you think you’re a little old for a story?”

“No. And besides it would be good for my paper and I like when you read to me.”

“Well, how can I say no, since it’s for your paper?”

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb kissed me on the cheek and ran upstairs to find a book.

I followed her up to her room.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb had a big room; really the top floor was hers.

She had her own bathroom and what were once a playroom and her bedroom.

The playroom was now a gym but her room remained as it was since she was a little girl.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb was not a girly girl but she liked pink and still had most of her dolls all set up in the dollhouse her Abbū, Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb, made her for her birthday.

She also had a big comfy leather chair.

The chair was mine and I read to her in it for many years and it just seemed to belong here.

“Read me my story again.”

Of course, our favorite, Alice and Wonderland.

I had read the book more times for her than I could count.

She was my little Alice, her hair was smooth and wavy just like Alice’s and Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb too was always off in her own world.

Sitting down, Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb sat back in my lap just like she used to.

The feeling was very different however.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb was not a little girl anymore.

she was a hot scantily clad American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān babe pressing down on my leg and up against my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Trying to ignore my rising excitement I turned to the first page and started to read.

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, ‘and what is the use of a book,’ thought Alice ‘without pictures or conversation?’

So she was considering in her own mind,as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid, whether the pleasure of making a daisy- chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.

There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, ‘Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!’

When Alice thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that Alice ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural.

But when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat- pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.

In another moment down went Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.”

“Hold me Durgesh, I’m cold.”

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb was in no way cold.

Not only did she just eat and have hot chocolate and her body was hot to the touch against me, nonetheless I found myself sliding my arm around her waist and pulling her closer to me.

Her chubby body was so close to mine I had to force myself to keep reading, she was my little girl and I was reading her favorite story that was all.

She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, ‘Which way? Which way?’, holding her hand on the top of her head to feel which way it was growing, and she was quite surprised to find that she remained the same size: to be sure, this generally happens when one eats cake, but Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.

So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake

‘Curiouser and curiouser!’ cried Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb.

She was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English.

‘Now I’m opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!’

For when she looked down at her feet, they seemed to be almost out of sight, they were getting so far off.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb turned in my arms and her tits pressed up against my check.

“Oh sorry Durgesh, it seems these have had some of Alice’s bread since we did this last. And they’re not the only ones.”

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb smirked as she rubbed her extremely beautiful gorgeous glamorous glorious firm round young adult heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass against my Uncut Hindu Cock, which as she noticed was growing like Alice, my face still pressed against Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb’s perky young tits I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb, uhh, it’s not, uhh.”

“Its okay Durgesh, I would be a little hurt if you didn’t respond, in fact I really like it. Do you, do you want to hold them.”

“I shouldn’t; really, I should go I have things work on…”

“Durgesh, don’t you want to hold them?

“Yes but…”

“It’s not hard, her let me help you.”

She grabbed my arm, still around her waist, and took my hand and pressed it to her breast.

“Mmmh your hand is so big and warm Durgesh. Play with my titties Durgesh, I want to feel your hands on me, so big and strong.”

My hands were moving of their own volition, I didn’t tell them to but soon I had Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb’s tits in my hands tweaking her nipples through her shirt.

“Harder Durgesh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!  Pinch them harder.”

I reached under her shirt and found her nipple, the small rough spot on her unbelievable smooth torso.

Pulling her shirt up I kissed each nipple then squeezed one slightly.

“More, Durgesh, more it feels so good. Play with my titties. Make my nipples raw.”

Her tits were so perfect, smooth and soft very good sized but not so large as to be obnoxious.

Her nipples were hard and very sensitive.

I could feel her moan as I squeezed them.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb took off her shirt entirely and was now rubbing my Uncut Hindu Cock with her extremely beautiful gorgeous glamorous glorious firm round young adult heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

“Yes Durgesh, play with my big titties. They are bigger than Ammī’s are. I know you like my titties, but I have something else I want you to play with.”

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb took my hand again and this time it led to her panties.

My hand followed her path without resistance.

I held her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and pulled her down against my Uncut Hindu Cock.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was pressing in on her extremely beautiful young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Slit.

Her panties were being forced in around Uncut Hindu Cock  inside her outer lips.

Still my hand was on her nipple but our attention was on her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, hot to the touch.

I massaged her lips with my Uncut Hindu Cock feeling how soft her little American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb moaned and tried to move but I held her still.

“You’re trapped my little Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb, too big and all the doors too small.”

“Mmh ahh Durgesh mmmh it’s getting so wet in here am I shrinking or are you getting bigger?”

“You have to drink this, my little Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb.”

I brought my Uncut Hindu Cock  from her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and put it in her mouth.

She sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock .

Licking and sucking it made her eyes burning with lust.

“Fuck me Durgesh. No more game. I want your big Uncut Hindu Cock.”

“Patience now my little Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb, one must cum before they can go.”

I brought my Uncut Hindu Cock  back to her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and neglecting to move the panties aside forced my Uncut Hindu Cock, panties and all, inside her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

She jerked and made a muffled yelp.

I pinched her nipple as hard as I could and made her arch her back, head pressing back against me.

My Uncut Hindu Cock  was on her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy now.

I found her clit and started to flick it back and forth while I massaged the inside with my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb was moaning and rocking to my hands.

Her body was smooth.

Her moans of pleasure intensified.

Her breathing too increased.

I rubbed her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Her panties were now soaked in her juices.

I wanted so badly to fuck her, but I wanted to feel her cum on my Uncut Hindu Cock more, and she was getting so close.

Her body started to stiffen and I pushed in as far as her panties would allow with my Uncut Hindu Cock.

She shook as she came.

Not violently, but she had several aftershocks before she could control herself.

Standing, Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb turned around, pulled her panties down and then she bent over and grabbed my Hindu crotch.

“Caterpillar is hiding in your pants. I want to play with him Durgesh. Bring him out in the light so we can play Durgesh.”

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb was undoing my pants and before I could say anything she had my Uncut Hindu Cock out and in in her hand.

I was rock hard and her hands felt so good.

“You like your Uncut Hindu Cock on my tits Durgesh. So big and hard you want to cum all over your nasty little Musalmān girl, don’t you?”

Pre-cum oozed out of my Uncut Hindu Cock and Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb licked it up. Fuck.

“Mmm, it tastes so good Durgesh, I want more.”

She sucked my entire Hindu Prickhead into her extremely beautiful gorgeous glamorous glorious young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and continued to lick the tip.

Her hair was so fucking smooth I gripped it.

Senator Imām Muħammad Yåqūb’s daughter, Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb, his sexy fucking daughter was sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock.

My hands started to press I needed more.

I had to feel her throat; it would make her stop talking so nasty.

Fuuuck her throat convulsed around me, she was too good at this.

Pulling off she gasped.

“I love your Uncut Hindu Cock Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!  My American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy is dripping. Why the fuck did Ammī miss this?”

I shoved her back on my Uncut Hindu Cock, she felt so good and her words were a little unnerving.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb took me all the way inside her extremely beautiful gorgeous glamorous glorious young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and grabbed my Hindu balls.

She sucked and licked my Uncut Hindu Cock and even stuck her tongue out to lick my balls.

I finally let her up for air and she gasped.

“Fuck me Durgesh. I want your big Uncut Hindu Cock in me.”

I pulled her to me and kissed her.

Eīshān, her tits were perfect.

They were so full and perky as they pressed up against me.

She reached back, grabbed my Uncut Hindu Dick and rubbed it on her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

I leaned back fuck, she was dripping.

“You want my tight little American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, Durgesh?”

“Yes, yes I want it.”

“You want to fuck your baby girl in her room and make her cum on you.”

I answered by grabbing her shoulders and yanking her down onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.

She screamed out and I couldn’t even move it felt too good.

I held her down as Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb tried to move, pressing deeper into her.

She started to rock her hips.

I pinched her nipple and squeezed her breast too.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb moaned and rocked more.

I held her tight pressing her against me and then I grabbed her hair.

It was so long and smooth.

I pulled and made her lean her head back and she groaned.

I kissed up her exposed neck and thrust into her.

She cried out and tried to rock back on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I thrust again and clamped down on her neck.

I could feel the blood pump in her neck as I sucked and bit lightly.

She just moaned harder and squeezed with her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Play with my ass Durgesh, play with my ass as you fuck your baby girl.”

I gripped her extremely beautiful gorgeous glamorous glorious firm round young adult heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and lifted her slamming her back down.

She gripped me tightly pulling her perfect tits hard against my face.

“Yes Durgesh yes, play with my ass, Durgesh. I want your Hindu palms on my Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān  ass.”

I reached down and felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb moaned and arched her back.

I kissed her chest between her tits and bit the skin.

Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb moaned and cringed into the bite, wrapping her tits over my face.

“You’re going to make me cum again Durgesh. You like playing with my nasty virgin ass as you fuck me Durgesh? I want you so bad Durgesh, cum inside me I want to feel your nasty Hindu cum as you explode inside me. Fuck me harder Durgesh make us cum.”

She was going to make me cum before she got off.

It was only partially effective as she screamed and her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy clenched on me.

She was so fucking tight, she would be sore tomorrow.

I fucked her harder and I felt myself getting closer and closer.

“Harder Durgesh harder! I want your Hindu cum so bad. Please Durgesh; make me your little cum slut.”

I pulled Nādirah Muħammad Yåqūb by her extremely beautiful gorgeous glamorous glorious firm round young adult heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass down on my Uncut Hindu Cock and meet it with as a strong Hindu  thrust as I could manage.

Over and over did she bounce, tits slapping her chest and my face.

I pulled her hair again and bit her neck kissing on it.

“Durgesh, Durgesh I’m cumming! Durgesh cum inside me I want it. I want it all!”

Slamming her home one last time I did.

I shot over and over into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān depths and she started to shake and scream as she came again, violently this time.

I held her to me as I emptied myself into her and until she started to calm down only twitching every so often.

We kissed again and then she stood.

“Thanks for the story Durgesh,” and reaching between her legs she gathered some of my Hindu  cum dripping from her American Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy on her finger and brought it to her lips, “and dessert.”

Chapter 22

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