KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 13

“Arzumand Jahāngīr, only because you are the top student of London School of Business, you aren’t capable enough to understand my Business Strategies.”

“Hasn’t HVSI lost Rs. One hundred crore more for the land it purchased today in auction?”

“According to its present value, isn’t it?”

“Of course.”

“You can’t imagine its future value HVSI is planning to give it.”

“I see.”

“After that, it’d pay HVSI so many hundred crores more we couldn’t have gotten if that particular land was not ours.”

“What do you mean?”

“You are pleasuring yourself thinking you’ve made me pay Rs. One hundred crore more. I’m pleasuring myself thinking I’ve secured so many hundred crores more for HVSI. Paying only one hundred crore more for them is too shrewd for the rest of the Business community to understand.” I smiled triumphantly.

Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled ironically.

“You are trying to save your face, Durgesh darling, the Supreme Business Tycoon. I sympathize with you.”

“That’s keeping you all the Business Community too satisfied and happy to watch me now for my new Business Games I’m playing behind it.”*

It was a great news today that the Supreme Business Tycoon, the multi zillionaire Durgesh has lost to a much younger girl from Karachi Pakistan.

Business Today Karachi had published that Arzumand Jahāngīr had successfully defeated me.

Yet, the other Business Dailies doubted my ostensible defeat.

They said,

‘Durgesh is too shrewd a businessman to be defeated so easily. There must be some hidden business strategy they are still unable to understand.’

Yet, Salīm Jahangīr had called Arzumand Jahāngīr to congratulate her.

“My child, you’ve successfully broken the pride of Durgesh the so called Supreme Business Tycoon, the multi zillionaire.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr was not so sure now.

“Abbū, thank you very much. But now I myself doubt my so-called victory on Durgesh. It was too easy to be genuine, I think now.”

Salīm Jahangīr laughed.

“That’s what Durgesh’s strategy whenever he loses any business to someone. He manages to play his cards in such a manner that everyone gets confused what Durgesh really after is.”

Noorjahān Jahangīr, Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Ammī, was worried it might be the end of business carrier of Arzumand Jahāngīr.

“Durgesh is dangerous.”

“Not to his women, you stupid.” Salīm Jahangīr laughed, “I wasn’t born yesterday. I know very well how to protect my daughter from the ever shrewdest businessman Durgesh.” He winked at his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān wife.*

My master plan overall had to be carried out quietly.

The minute I tried to blueprint my plans, it might defeat its own purpose.

Prices of the properties I hoped to acquire might go up beyond all reasons.

There were so many anti humanity forces that didn’t want HVSI win the battle.

All of them had their own selfish stakes.

The interests of HVSI were always against them.

It wasn’t anything that could be explained publicly.

It was detrimental to the business.

I intended to address the stockholders’ meeting.

There was entire Ārsh Sadan to support me.

Yet, what about the small stockholders?

The ones who had put some thousands of Rupees here, some thousands of Rupees there?

Weren’t they the stockholders that concededly wanted profit and action?

They didn’t know how to do business successfully.

Neither, they wanted to know it ever.

The only thing they wanted foolishly was profit and action.

I folded the newspaper, switched out lights.

I was heading for the door, when the phone rang.

I answered it.

“Durgesh speaking.”

There was some woman on the other side.

Her voice was fascinating.

Yet there was something in it that carried its own warning.

It was too syrupy smooth.

I felt I’d certainly heard it before.

“Hey Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

“The same.” I smiled, “May I ask who is it honoring me now?”

“Come and have the full honor.” She smiled seductively, “I must see you. I have some secret information that will be of the greatest value to you.”

“I’m waiting here. Please come to let me give you proper response.” I smiled artfully.

“Sorry darling. I can’t come to your office. My jealous Musalmān husband is watching me.”

“You are a Musalmān Beauty?”

“Shaguftah Rashīd for you.”

“I don’t think I place you.”

“You don’t know me.”

“Then honor me to let me know you personally.”

The voice of Shaguftah Rashīd grew more seductive.

“That’s why I want to meet you privately, alone, somewhere where no one will know.”

“Don’t get frightened of your jealous Musalmān husband.”

“He is capable.”

“What do you mean?”

“He is criminal minded and I suspect he is a criminal himself.”

I winked at the unknown Musalmān Beauty.

“Want to cuckold him?”

“Why not?” Shaguftah Rashīd beamed, “It would serve the bastard right.”

“Come on. I already have a great erection for you.”

“I don’t think it would be safe. Let’s see each other at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.”

“Okay.”

“Come with your Uncut Hindu Lund in erection already for me. I promise to have my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot wet and ready to have it inside.”

“Done. See you my darling.”*

Shaguftah Rashīd smiled.

“Thank you. Go there. Register there for masked fucking.”

“Eīshān, Shaguftah Rashīd, you want masked fucking between us?”

“Nonsense. I want to disguise myself from my Musalmān husband only, not from you. We would remove our masks once we are with each other.”

“That’s very good.” I beamed, “How old are you, Shaguftah Rashīd?”

Shaguftah Rashīd smirked.

“Can’t wait even until you see me yourself?”

“Nonsense! Sālī, you’ve already hardened me enough to fuck you forever.”

“I’m honored. Thank you very much for behaving with me so nice.”

“It’s my pleasure, my dear.”

“I thought you’d be cautious enough to meet me.”

“Not enough, not even to take the chance that I can fuck a Musalmān Beauty.”

Shaguftah Rashīd laughed.

“They say appropriately that you are crazy to fuck us Musalmān Beauties, méré Hindu Piyā.”

“I know I do live in a glass house always with my Musalmān Beauties. Their ever jealous Musalmān husbands and other over zealous Musalmān brethren are always after us. Poor stupids don’t know they risk their ever certain cuckolding for coming between their Musalmān houseladies and me.”

Shaguftah Rashīd laughed debasing such Musalmīn.

“Mérī Musalmān Choot mein jab Hindu Lund hai,

Muslim, hai yeh sazā tujhé, mujhko pasand hai.”

I laughed too.

“I appreciate the spirit, my darling.”

“I can’t talk with you now any longer without making my Musalmān husband suspicious. And dangerous consequently. I don’t think it would be wise. I want to see you. I want you to fuck me to degrade my criminal minded Musalmān husband. I’m married to him only because we were Muslims. There was no question of him being a noble man too.”

“Most of the Muslimahs are married to absolutely undeserving Musalmīn similarly. I sympathize with you Musalmān Beauties. That’s why I fuck you Musalmān Beauties to compensate it however much I can.”

“We Musalmān Beauties are grateful to you, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Deeply indebted for the social service you are providing in this way to us Musalmān Beauties.”

“We, the entire Hindus, are instructed to serve you Musalmān Beauties in this way, my dear. Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā orders us:

‘N’ yé divah pr’thivyā antamāpurn māyābhirdhandām paryabhūvan,

Yujam vajram vr’shbhashchakr indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat.’

‘The persons that didn’t reach the end of celestial bodies and earth, neither chagrined by prudences the one that gives wealth all over. Vr’shabh did vajr to ‘yuj’. The controller of organs continuously milked the cows of darkness, with light.’

― Ved: R’gved: 1| 33| 10”

Shaguftah Rashīd smiled.

“We appreciate the concern, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! But not only have our appreciation we to offer to our Muħsin-e-Åāzam, Muħsin-e-Muslimāt. I have information too you should have. It is the information that you must have to protect the stockholders, protect us Musalmān Beauties, protect yourself, and save HVSI for the welfare of entire humankind. Imām Muħammad Ħasan hasn’t only succeeded in penetrating our safest fort of HVSI through some of us foolish Musalmān Beauties, he has even more proxies than you estimate. You’ve succeeded in cuckolding him, but he has accepted his cuckolding as his inevitable fate. It has made Imām Muħammad Ħasan even ever more perilous than you think.”

“Oh,”

“Imām Muħammad Ħasan is a very dangerous antagonist now to us Musalmān Beauties as well as to you Hindus too. He is against his own daughter, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s movements ‘Cuckold your Musalmān husband’, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club etcetera. He is fighting desperately to control HVSI too, at least as much as he can.”

“I see.”

“You have to start a counter campaign.”

I smiled.

“Chahat uđāvani phūnki pahāđū?”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t follow you.”

“He wants to blow away mountain, Himalayas rather, by―”

“Aren’t you underestimating him too much?”

“I don’t think so.” I contradicted Shaguftah Rashīd, “Rather I think you are making a mountain out of a molehill.”

“I appreciate your self confidence yet―”

“Let’s meet. There are certain matters I can’t discuss over the mobile.”

“I can understand. I’m not dumb enough not to appreciate your position.”

“That’s very noble of you. But there are also certain matters that are not apt to be discussed in the media. The stockholders have to have faith in someone, after all. If they don’t understand it they might wind up in financial gutter even. Their holdings have multiplied so many times in value during the past years in my management. I’ve every reason to believe they’ll continue to climb, and―”

“Allah, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” the melodious female voice exclaimed, “Don’t try to sell me. I’m not imprudent enough not to understand that. Imām Muħammad Ħasan is a crook. He is trying to get at least somewhat control in HVSI. He and his friends are after manipulation of the assets of HVSI. I wouldn’t trust him two feet away for two seconds even. I want you to have the information that I have.”

“I understand.”

“I don’t think you do perfectly. If you knew as much as I do, you’d realized that I’m in danger already just talking to you.”

“What danger?”

“Allah, don’t act to be so innocent enough that you don’t understand these things perfectly. If you didn’t you weren’t the Supreme Business Tycoon, the multi zillionaire.” Shaguftah Rashīd said angrily, “I’m in danger of getting killed.”

Shaguftah Rashīd slammed up the telephone at her end.*

I sat on my executive chair for some minutes I’ve put the receiver on the cradle.

Shaguftah Rashīd was not her real name, I was sure now.

She was prudent enough not to use it.

Yet, there had been something in her voice, attitude and other things that carried genuineness.

It carried conviction.

I knew the necessity for caution, however.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan could really go to any extent.

His every Musalmān houselady is my Live in Relationship Partner now.

He himself was cuckolded to his extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies and me to the extent he licked their Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān asses after I fucked them.

Nafīsah Salmān enjoyed it, but even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was not against it.

She was ultramodern and bold enough to allow her real Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, to lick her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt clean after I fucked her.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan did it publicly proudly even.

Yet I wasn’t sure he never felt his self respect hurt from what he was forced to do by his own Musalmān houseladies, even by his own real daughters too.

We urinated in his mouth.

We used it as our toilet too.

Nafīsah Salmān enjoyed it very much.

But even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was not very much against it.

Half a dozen attempts were made to frame me during last two weeks.

I anticipated it.

In every attempt the major players were caught red handed and now they were behind the bars.

I was sixty three already.

I knew very well how they used to play these dirty games.

My infinite Bhogchakr was not letting them succeed even a bit.

They hadn’t any Bhogchakr left to them at all.

Their constant Shaktixaý they were unable to stop as they didn’t even believe in the Shaktipāt Shaktixaý principle.

Yet, I couldn’t deny the possibility if I go to a hotel, leave the door open, have some Jet Musalmān Beauty join me, and perhaps a few minutes later there could be the sound of police whistles.

The conspirators never knew I’d already reported to the higher police authorities and was acting under their constant surveillance.*

My infinite Bhogchakr had provided me infinite intelligence too.

It had already made the higher authorities favorable to me.

Due to my every day ten times multiplying infinite Bhogchakr they couldn’t go against me ever.

They didn’t know anything about it.

Even if they were told they believed it was a superstition of the foolish Hindus.

So they couldn’t have an antithesis against it.

I was never afraid of any unpleasant newspaper notoriety even.

Ved, Divý Itihās, the vast history of the ever shrewdest Bachhalyās, Hindu history, and Mahā Bhārat etcetera had already made me shrewd enough to change every unpleasant newspaper notoriety even, in my favor with not more tremendous efforts.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā was always with me if I was never against humanity, and ever active in doing favors to it instead.

Let the atheists laugh at it imagining it my superstition.

Why should I worry when I never suffered in having faith in it?

I always believed in results.

Never in gossips and the foolish blind superstitions of the atheists.

In my opinion, the atheists were the stupidest persons who still believed in atheism despite Soviet Union’s and Comm unism’s too, drastic failure everywhere.

I laughed at them.

In my opinion only atheists could be so blind, impractical and imprudent.

None of any practical persons could be ever so unwise.

I waited for fifteen minutes.

Then I again switched out the lights, saw that the night latch was on the door, and went down in the elevator.*

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah inserted her latchkey, clicked back the lock, and entered the living room where Muħammad Ůsmān was sprawled out in a chair reading a newspaper.

A small, leather backed memorandum book was in his left hand.

A pencil was behind his right ear.

Frowning at the interruption, Muħammad Ůsmān looked up.

It took him an effort to manage a smile as he saw Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t fail to notice that Muħammad Ůsmān hastily shoved the notebook into the side pocket of his coat.

“Hello, Kħātūn-e-Jannat^rza,” Muħammad Ůsmān tried to beam at her, “Your precious sex sessions with the Supreme Business Tycoon, the Multi Zillionaire, Durgesh, have started to produce their miraculous results to you I think. I couldn’t hear you drive up.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah so hated Muħammad Ůsmān that she didn’t try even to hide her hatred for him.

“Where’s Ruqayyah Bājī?” she asked him curtly.

“Upstairs my dear.” Muħammad Ůsmān smiled at her over doing his welcome contemptuously, “Where else?”

“Asleep?”

“No. She is lying there reading.”

“I’ll go up for a few minutes.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “You aren’t going out, are you Kħalīfatul Musalmīn?”

She always called him Kħalīfatul Musalmīn as he used to call her Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allāhu tålā ånhā ironically.

“No. Gosh, no. What gave you that idea, Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allāhu tålā ånhā?”

“Don’t call me that. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan would hear and nowadays she is being called by that gracious title.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at him humiliating him more.

“For me you are yourself Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah avoided the discussion.

“I want to see you.”

“You are most welcome my lady.”

“Don’t exaggerate it.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said tartly, “you look ridiculous.”

She paused in the doorway, turned and said,

“When you are figuring the race horses, Muħammad Ůsmān, don’t think you have to fall all over yourself putting out of sight just because I happen to walk in unannounced.”

Muħammad Ůsmān flushed.

Sālī, Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot is making her more and more smarter day by day.

The trouble with Durgesh and the other similar Hindus is they don’t only fuck Musalmān Beauties.

They make them smarter than Musalmīn too.

They are never interested in sex with them only.

They make them educated, sophisticated and financially independent too.

Once a Musalmān Beauty gets a Hindu lover, she never returns to a Musalmān.

The Hindus give too much to their Musalmān women.

Durgesh gives even more than the other Hindus.

They shamelessly say:

‘Once with Durgesh,

All the rest is trash.’

Durgesh has made them multimillionaires at least.

The Musalmīn are left so much far behind now.

Moreover, the gap between the Musalmān Beauties with Hindus and the Musalmīn is still widening day by day, financially, intellectually, politically and in humanity and religious knowledge too.

The Musalmān Beauties with Hindus are more and more successful everywhere.

Muħammad Ůsmān tried to save his face laughing and saying somewhat sheepishly, guiltily, awkwardly, shamefacedly,

“You startled me, Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allāhu tålā ånhā, that’s all.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah climbed the stairs to where her elder sister lay in bed leisurely.

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah was herself not less smart.

Since her accident, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah had understood everything what Muħammad Ůsmān was after.

She punished him suitably.

She fucked Durgesh herself right in front of Muħammad Ůsmān and made him to clean not only her Musalmān Cunt but her gorgeous Musalmān ass as well.

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah successfully cuckolded Muħammad Ůsmān to herself and me.

Fucking Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah I had warned Muħammad Ůsmān.

“You are a slave for Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah from now on, Muħammad Ůsmān. We promise it to keep to us if you cooperate with us. If you don’t, the movie of what happened here today will be released in the global theaters of Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, ‘Cuckold your Musalmān husband’, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club and Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. It’s up to you now what your future would be. As far as the future of Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is concerned she is safe now in my nude Hindu lap forever.”

Pillows propped against Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah’s back elevated her beautiful shoulders to a comfortable position.

A rose-shaded reading lamp was fastened to the head of the bed.

It threw light over her left shoulder to the pages of the book, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah was reading.

It was ‘Årab Maha Bhārat’.

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah turned the shade of the light down.

The room was filled with a soft, rosy glow.

“I thought you wouldn’t come now.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was grave.

“I can’t afford not to come. I was detained actually. How’s everything today?”

“Getting better day by day. Muħammad Ůsmān now himself holds Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund and sets it between my labial lips. He has surrendered to us now absolutely.”

“It maybe his act only.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah warned her, “Muħammad Ůsmān is not so dumb as he wants the others to believe. Never forget he was the person who wanted to murder you for your money.”

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah gritted her teeth.

“How can I? The bastard has to payback for it for the rest of his life.”

“That’s the spirit.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled, “I was afraid of your Spectacular Islamic loyalty as his ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.”

“You were always right, Fātimah, that the bastard was after my money. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you first.”

“But thanks Allah that your subconscious believed me, otherwise you wouldn’t have jumped out from the car successfully as soon as you realized there was something wrong in your Musalmān husband’s attitude.”

“Your warning saved me, Fātimah.”

“Allah Raħmānirraħīm.”

“You are right.”

“What’s the book?”

“Årab Maha Bhārat.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

“How many times you’d read it?”

“Durgesh is the only writer I love to read now again and again.”

“Bājī, you hated his writing once.”

“Yes, what a fool I was. I thought he writes against us.”

“And now?”

“And now what?”

“You know.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

“Now Durgesh is the only writer I love to read ever. But he isn’t an abundant writer, Fātimah. He must write more. He is the only writer that understands our problems, our society, our religion and our needs as accurate as even we don’t do.”

“You are right.”

“He must write more.”

“Make him.”

“He says he tries his best but he has other things to do as well.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

“Well, I’m sorry I was late. I just ran in to see how you were getting along after Cuckolding Your Musalmān husband.”

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed,

“My blind loyalty to him is gone forever, Fātimah. Don’t worry. I want to punish him forever now. That’s all. Otherwise I’d have turned him to the police.”

“The police? The police are also pro Pseudo Islam. It’s really Årab Imperialism now, Bājī.”

“I dreamed of Fātimah, that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has succeeded after all. She is the new Everfirst President of Saůūdī Årab.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.

“Nonsense. She wouldn’t be ever. She says only Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī deserves the honor.”

“Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī says Kħadījah Muħammad Bājī is perfect for the post.”*

Kħadījah Muħammad was startled.

“What? I would be the Everfirst President of Saůūdī Årab?”

“Why not?” Saiyadah Fātimah PhD asked curtly.

“Bājī, you don’t mean it seriously, do you?” Kħadījah Muħammad laughed, “You are joking. Aren’t you?”

“Absolutely not. I’m dead serious.” Saiyadah Fātimah PhD declared firmly.

Kħadījah Muħammad hesitated.

“Why not you?”

“Because I lack to qualify.”

“What do you mean? We both are PhD.”

“But I never outexcelled you in politics, did I ever?”*

Abruptly the King’s voice was gone.

Through the perforated holes of the loudspeaker box came a faint tearing sound.

It was as if some canvas being ripped.

Then there was a tinny whine, and then the ear splitting falsetto crackle of static, and then dead silence.

Sheikħah Al Ibādat Åbdul Åzīz had reached forward.

She placed a hand on the microphone box as if to steady it.

Then quietly she spoke into the box.

“Your Majesty― hello, your Royal Majesty, we cannot hear you. We have lost you. Try again. Please try again.”

Sheikħah Al Ibādat Åbdul Åzīz remained immobilized.

Her cocked head was listening for a response.

But there was no sound.

Her hand shook on the microphone box slightly.

“Muåīn, this is Al Ibādat here. Can you hear me?”

The loudspeaker stood mute.

Sheikħah Al Ibādat Åbdul Åzīz stared at it a moment.

Then she looked about the room at the others:

“I think we’ve been disconnected. We’ll have to get him back.”

General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was already on her feet.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s movements ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’, ‘Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh’, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club etcetera had forced the King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz to surrender to the popular demands of the globe wide followers of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

The appointment of General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was the result of it.

Not only it, there were so many drastic changes also in Saůūdī Årab administrations.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was succeeding miraculously.

She was already on the road to establish democracy not only in Saůūdī Årab but in the entire Islamic countries as well.

Both Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad were immensely supporting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan almost blindly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the utmost popular leader of not only Musalmān Beauties, the Musalmīn even in a great large number were supporting her knowingly or unknowingly.

General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz hurried to the ordinary green handset telephone at Al Tawħīd Al Islam’s elbow.

“Let me get hold of the Signal Corps.” She was saying, “This happens from time to time with the mechanical unscrambler. I’ll have them track the trouble down. We’ll be hooked up again in a few minutes.”

Al Tawħīd Al Islam was worried.

She wasn’t as sure as General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam knew very well that ultimately Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had done it.

She has ultimately succeeded in destroying the age old autonomy of Al Sauds.

King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz was made to surrender to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan gradually, systematically and diplomatically.

They say Durgesh was not behind it.

It was done by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her movements ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh’, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, and her millions of the followers themselves.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam only smiled at these diplomatic rumors.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t do anything without the systematic veiled support of her Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam had witnessed the treaty between King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

It was only the political drama to immobilize the supporters of Al Sauds.

King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz has voluntary retired.

He has received more than he could have in all his lifetime.

Why then he had wanted to face Islamic terrorists?

He wasn’t fool enough.*

From her earliest childhood at Makkah Mukarramah, Al Tawħīd Al Islam remembered, she had been raised by her parents.

Her Abbū had lost his wife ab initio when his nikāħ was in execution.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam’s Ammī, Al Furqān Al Wahāb, refused even the Shab-e-Ůrosī with her duly married husband, Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās.

She demanded Durgesh and Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās provided her.

Al Furqān Al Wahāb had threatened to disclose his secrets otherwise.

Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās couldn’t afford it.

It was a miracle he had succeeded in convincing Al Furqān Al Wahāb to sleep with him too as I couldn’t be available to her all the time.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam was Al Muħammad Al Ikħlās’s daughter from Al Furqān Al Wahāb.

As personal secretary to the King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz, Al Tawħīd Al Islam possessed great pride in her position.

She was shrewd enough to understand the trend when Al Saåūds started to lose.

Gradually the things were turning beyond their control.

She was prudent enough to understand sooner or later the Al Saåūds had to go.

She joined Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan secretly when she was invited.

Even King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz didn’t know it.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam was smart enough to manage it.*

General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz called the department of Army.

She reported the communication failure.

Barking her displeasure, General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz demanded that the line to her Commander in Chief be restored.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam had the mental picture.

A Brueghel in animation, of a thousand little enlisted men and women, Hindu men and Musalmān women, only they were capable to handle it.

The Musalmīn loved Pseudo Islam more than the ultramodern education.

Thousand Hindu men and Musalmān women with repair tools were scurrying up and down the ramps of the Communication Building.

General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz’s stars and her ribbons and her adamant anti Pseudo Islam attitude had always cautioned Al Tawħīd Al Islam.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam wanted to be as far away from General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz as possible.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam knew, General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s one of the best friends and Durgesh’s one of the utmost loyal Live in Relationship Partners.

General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was more capable than even King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz was.

General Al Firdaus Åbdul Åzīz was still on telephone.*

Al Tawħīd Al Islam put down her pad, pushed back her chair and stood up.

She found the green silent butler, and began to move about the Cabinet table.

The Cabinet table was also a new development.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam emptied ashtrays into the green silent butler.

Here and there, around the table, the participants in the conference call had shifted positions on their chairs to discuss the King’s opinion on what had happened so far at the Islamic Countries Conference and what must be done about it.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was rocking back and forth on my Uncut Hindu Lund bravely gripping it into her ever tight, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, proudly.

Al Tawħīd Al Islam watched the superb successful young Musalmān lady scrutinizing her.

Was it true Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Svarūpé avasthānam, her ultimate synchronization with her original body in absolute space, has taken place?

Was her original body really Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā?

She couldn’t decide.

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā couldn’t be as ultramodern as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is.

It was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s another political stunt to be benefitted from the ever superstitious Pseudo Musalmīn.

She had successfully exploited the religious sentiments of Pseudo Musalmīn all over the globe.

The Hindus were also behind her under the ever shrewdest leadership of Durgesh himself.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had listened carefully to ‘Senator’ Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and representative Barr-e-saghīr Hind-o-Pak, discuss the possibility of expediting ratification of Islamic Unity Pact.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar expressed confidence that she would have sufficient votes to obtain passage of the Pact through National Assembly of Pakistan.

Still, to win the necessary votes, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt that she would have to do some shrewd horse trading in the cloakrooms and at luncheons in the Hotel Kħātūn-e-Jannat.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar admitted that she hated to make concessions on the important Minorities Rehabilitation Program.

It was being debated by the Labor and Public Welfare Committee.

Yet, it might be necessary still.

As soon as the connection was made again with Islamic Countries Conference, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar would ask the King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz how much he concede to the opposition floor leader, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, in return for Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s full support of Joint Senate.

Cleaning out the last of the ashtrays, Al Tawħīd Al Islam could hear Assistant Secretary, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī and Governor Nafīsah Salmān once more locked in disagreement.

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was saying that any weakness that the Saůūdī Årab Government displayed in Islamic Countries Conference, would immediately aggravate Pseudo Musalmīn protest groups in Saůūdī Årab.

Nafīsah Salmān wouldn’t accept this.

She tried to reduce Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī to the role of uninformed outsider.

Nafīsah Salmān was retorting that both she and the King Al Muåīn Al Åbdul Åzīz had already met with the Imām Muħammad Ħasan.

The clergyman was once her husband, actually still now legally, as there wasn’t any divorce between them legally.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan had assured Nafīsah Salmān that the vast conservative Ummat-e-Muslimah was headed by him.

Ummat-e-Muslimah had outgrown the Al Ħifāzat Al Islam in membership and power.

Ummat-e-Muslimah would be satisfied with the ratification of the Islamic Unity Pact.*

I remembered:

I smiled,

“Zinger?”

“Of course,” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar pushed herself somewhat backward and unzipped me shamelessly, rather boldly.

She brought out my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis and kissed it passionately.

I closed my eyes in heavenly pleasure,

“Thank you, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.”

“Nonsense, it’s my pleasure.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar admonished me.

“You are thirty only, my darling.”

“So what? You are thirty two yourself. We make a perfect Ashvinātam Couple, the trend of the age now.”

“Thank you. However you are mistaken. I’m sixty two.”

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar laughed.

“Yes, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan warned me.”

“Oh,”

“Why do you do that, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!?”

“Why do I do what?” I asked somewhat curtly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was already influencing her.

It was not good.

“Why do you love to fuck mature Musalmān Beauties more, I mean?” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled playing with my Uncut Hindu Lund boldly.

“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said that to you?”

“She is your unmarried wife, Durgesh darling. She is your Live in Relationship Partner.”

“I never rejected her claim to be so.”

“You are not happy with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?”

“I’m fed up of the twenty eights and thirties. I’m sixty two. I want to enjoy the Musalmān Beauties of my own age group.”

“And Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is an impediment in it?”

“She is deliberately trying to keep away them, obstinate to replace them with twenty eights and thirties.”

“Allah Allah! Angry young man, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan loves you very much, and so do I.”

“So do me too. Yet I abominate the way Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is trying to compel me to fuck twenty eights and thirties only.”

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar threw her head back and laughed.

She was playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis now delightfully.

I entered my right palm into her bra and started playing with her erect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts, myself.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar bent and started licking my Uncut Hindu Lund along its entire Hindu length and thickness.

“Dr. Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr has already come to help you, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled at me teasingly.

“Sālī, Badmåsh, who are you with, actually, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan or me?” I smiled controlling myself now.

What was the use, after all?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was incurable.

She reviled her Ammī Nafīsah Salmān.

“You haven’t told me about the zinger still now.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She was sucking it now hungrily.

I smiled.

“I don’t think you miss your husband very much. I’m replacing him without any much effort on my side.”

“Should I really miss the bastard?”

I winked at her.

“Imām Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was a bastard, I didn’t know.”

“Hey, don’t try to tease me. You know very well what I mean. I thought it would never come that he would leave us ever.”

I wasn’t taken aback.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled.

“I see I didn’t shock you. You are in the wings too long time to be shocked. You are enjoying sex with so many Musalmān Beauties now that you have experienced almost all the reactions from us.”

I didn’t say anything.

I kept smiling only.

“We were fed up of him. He was too religious to be a normal husband. Musalmīn are stupid enough―”

I raised my right hand.

“I know how stupid the Musalmīn are. You the four are given a nice settlement.”

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled.

“Well, let’s get on with it. Make it official, Durgesh darling.”

I was unsettled somewhat.

I pulled myself together.

Then I drew the document across the desk closer to me.

I took a moment to compose myself.

“Would you like me to read the deed of settlement to you, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar? It’s a short testament. You should have heard it fully before you signed it. I told you to do so.”

“That was not our goal. We wanted to get rid of him. The settlement was secondary.”*

Chapter 14

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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