I looked at Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.
“Well, the will is a public document. It can be read by anyone after probate. Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s father, didn’t want, naturally, to invite speculation about his relationship with Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī grimaced.
“Everyone isn’t as bold as you are.”
“What do you mean?”
“You never tried to hide your relationships with women until and unless the women themselves requested you to do so.”
“Well, Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq had allowed Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī to keep it clandestine. It was their personal matter.”
“Speculation!” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī chuckled, “The old hypocrite. Everyone knows Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī kept her from day one. He must have left her something in the will too.”
“Well, you know he didn’t leave Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq nothing. It’s only that Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq isn’t in his will. Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq was provided for a year before the death of Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s father, at the beginning of his last illness.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī watched me apprehensively.
“I made his will for our firm HVS Law Internationals. Still Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī never told me what he gave to Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq.”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is trying to know asking you every now and then, you told me.” I was grave now, “It’s better you don’t know it.”
“Well, I want to know it myself.”
“I promised Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī and Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq, both, never to tell it to anyone. I’m sorry it wouldn’t be right for me to go into that, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī. There is a confidentiality in a relationship between─”
“I know, I know,” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī interrupted, “I just wondered how he felt about Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq at the end. Did he leave her the flat?”
“What if he did? Why Al Nādir Al Ghāzī is interested in it?” I said somewhat curtly, “It wasn’t Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s money. It wasn’t his flat. His father Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī built it with his own money. Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī could give him to any black thief even if he wanted to. Tell him if he tries to know again, it’s none of his business.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī suspects you fucked Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq even while his father, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, was alive.”
“The only person that could object it was Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s father, not Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.” I said curtly, “Tell the stupid not to interfere with my affairs. Otherwise, even his Ammī wouldn’t be capable to save him.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.
“I’ve already advised the bastard accordingly.*
I looked at her.
“Damn it, Ħāfizah Ashraf, that’s one of you, my beloveds’, daughter you’re talking about. I want her here.”
“One of us, your beloveds’, daughter? I saw how she was looking at you! Not very daughterly, Durgesh.”
“Ħāfizah Ashraf ─”
“NO! You know I wanted you to fuck me out there by the pool, for reason. You just don’t want to share my attention. She’s such a homely dorky little thing anyway.”
I stared at Ħāfizah Ashraf gravely.
“Let me remind you, Ħāfizah Ashraf, you are my friend’s daughter actually, not a cook. You are living here with me only acting as my cook. Your Abbū, my friend, left you here only to help me for cooking until he didn’t find a suitable cook for me. You lied to him that the Musalmān terrorists were seeking you because they thought you are living in relationship with me, erroneously. My friend thought you are safer here with me in that case, than with him. I suspected your intentions ab initio. That’s why when you fucked me while I was sleeping; we have a Close Circuit TV recording of everything what you did with me.”
Ħāfizah Ashraf smiled.
“And you think, my Abbū, never knew what I was after?”
“He knows everything.”
Suraiyā Ibrāhīm made a lot of noise as she came down the last few steps and turned into the kitchen.
I was pouring a juice for me and Ħāfizah Ashraf’s back was turned.
The air vibrated with tension.
I looked up and I was graver.
“Suraiyā Ibrāhīm cat, you look ─” I left my sentence incomplete.
Ħāfizah Ashraf turned to see and her mouth dropped open.
Suraiyā Ibrāhīm thought it was the closest she would ever come to a Cinderella Moment.
I walked over to her taking in every inch of her skin hugging, low cut, sophisticated black dress.
I reached out and fingered the delicate string of pearls.
My knuckles brushed her collarbone and sent goose bumps racing across her skin.
Then I turned and stuck my arm out like a proper gentleman.
“Madame, may I escort you to dinner?”
Suraiyā Ibrāhīm giggled at the unexpected joke and took my arm.
We strolled into the dining room leaving Ħāfizah Ashraf standing in the kitchen with her mouth hanging open.
I pulled her chair out and slid it under her, then seated myself.
Ħāfizah Ashraf stomped in the room with dinner plates.
She slammed down the chicken Caprese in front of Suraiyā Ibrāhīm and me so hard, our silverware rattled.
She left and returned with three glasses and started pouring sweet tea.
“This looks delicious, Ħāfizah Ashraf.” Suraiyā Ibrāhīm said trying to break the remaining tension.
“Oh thank you, dear,” Ħāfizah Ashraf replied with barely hidden sarcasm. “I’m sure you just love LOOKING at things.”
“Ħāfizah Ashraf!” my voice was raised. “Thank you for all your hard work today. Why don’t you take the night off? I think the robot maid can do the cleaning up.”
Ħāfizah Ashraf turned to me, silent, eyes wide.
“Good night, Ħāfizah Ashraf.” my voice was deep and threatening.
Ħāfizah Ashraf stood, unmoving, for a long uncomfortable Moment and then rushed out slamming every door on her way.*
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī enquired again.
“Did Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī let Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq keep her condo?”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked you it too?”
“He is very inquisitive.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī looked at me gravely.
“I see. Try to squeeze him more why he is so inquisitive? Have any idea?”
“Not until now.”
“Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī gave the condo to Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq years ago. Moreover, he made Al Ħanīfah Al Siddīq a cash settlement too. A generous cash settlement. She is already living in comfort herself.”
“I see,” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī digested the information.
It wasn’t easy to get any information from me about my clientele if it weren’t utmost necessary for her to know.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was my associate attorney, as well as my live in relationship partner too, yet my clientele’s privacy was still a sacred thing I always guarded carefully.
That was why my clientele have faith in me more than they had in other lawyers, consultants and sex therapists.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was too inquisitive.
“How much of the estate did Abbū leave me, ma’am, actually?”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī had regarded him apprehensively.
“As I said the bulk of it. About the three quarters of it went to your sister, Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī.”
“Well, it isn’t any surprise. He never hid he thought Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī Bājī more efficient than I am. We differed only in one matter. Abbū claimed it was her own intelligence and I claimed it was Durgesh that was guiding her.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī retorted.
It wasn’t Al Nādir Al Ghāzī alone that attributed the Musalmān women’s intelligence to Durgesh, almost the entire Musalmān mankind did it.
Because it was a fact?
Well, somewhat it was true even, yet not to the extent, they claimed.
The Musalmān womankind herself wasn’t as stupid as they thought.
“How much?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked.
“To Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī?”
“I should estimate─ a worth of over a billion dollars.”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī sat down.
“Give me the rest of it, please,”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī couldn’t decide Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was really polite or he was especially polite to her because she was associated with Durgesh.
“What about the newspapers?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī asked patiently.
“Well, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, your Abbū, gave most of the newspapers to your elder sister, Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī. But there are still five left.”
“I’m interested in only one,” said Al Nādir Al Ghāzī patiently, yet with obvious efforts now to keep his patience, “The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Abbū’s flagship paper. The others are not rags. Yet, The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, that’s important. I agreed with Abbū that I would let him give his three quarters of estate to Al Taqddus Al Ghāzī Bājī if he gives The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah to me. He left me that, didn’t he?”
“Ah, yes,” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī fumbled with the pages of the document, “Yes, I was about to get to that.”*
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was impatient, but he didn’t want to show his impatience to Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Seven Movements Musalmān Beauties Brigade was constantly advertising everywhere deliberately that the Musalmān mankind was always impatient not to understand anything ever.
They always acted without trying to understand the entire things their opponents wanted to hide from them ever under their well-guarded secret strategy.
That’s why their brain never developed optimum.
The Musalmān womankind had always to live under their never understanding Musalmān mankind.
It was necessary therefore to use their brain as much as it was possible for them.
That’s why their brain developed more than the brain of their Musalmān mankind.
It was the matter of survival for the Musalmān womankind.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī always tried his best to prove this claim wrong.
He controlled himself.
“What’s there to get to?” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī tried to smile, “It’s my Abbū’s one possession that matters to me utmost. That paper made him famous, until he became inattentive. I grew up on that paper. I know what to do with it. It is mine now, isn’t it?”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī enjoyed the situation.
Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī knew his son’s inhumane terrorist intentions.
He also knew Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was dying to fulfill them through The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
He wasn’t intelligent enough to understand that it became famous not due to its excellent journalism.
It represented Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ever infamous Seven Movements instead, clandestinely.
It was advertised orally everywhere by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Seven Movements Brigade.
They always purchased it.
They always advertised it.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī never understood behind every successful newspaper and news channel there was a well-organized political organization represented by it, clandestinely.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī turned the pages of the will.
“Well, as to that, yes and no,” she said.
She found what she wanted and reread it to herself.
“Concerning The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, there is a restrictive clause.”
“I see. What’s that?”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was surprised to find Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was still patient.
He still wasn’t impatient even a bit.
It was a miraculous positive change in Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī has died waiting for it.
Nevertheless, ultimately Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī had succeeded to improve his otherwise rotten son to behave more intelligent for his own success.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī praised Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī genuinely but not openly.
She doubted Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s apparent patience heavily.
“Your Abbū bequeathed the newspaper to you but there is a restrictive condition.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī said patiently.
“It’s an odd clause.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī watched Al Nādir Al Ghāzī carefully, “I remember when he inserted it.”
“Let’s come to the point.”
“You’re to have The Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, of course. But conditionally, for a trial year. During that year you must at some point exceed the daily circulation of Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Times. If you can do that just once, the paper is yours permanently. If you fail, the newspaper must perforce be sold to Dr. Saåīdah Qamar of the Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Times. Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had made your Abbū an offer some months before his death. Yet, of course, that clause is inoperative if…”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī could not listen to her anymore.
His immediate reaction was,
‘The bastard Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot lover pervert. He always loved to lick Musalmān Cunts and female Musalmān ass, and clean them, after Durgesh fucked them. He was suffering from cancer and he believed it would cure him. Coincidentally he really was cured. The ever superstitious damn fool believed it was due to what he was doing, licking and cleaning the beautiful Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān ass of his beautiful Musalmān houseladies after Durgesh fucked them. Even Durgesh said it was a coincidence only. Yet he never believed Durgesh even. He believed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan instead that was already running ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement’. He was a pervert bastard that was supported by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. He succeeded because his success was beneficial to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. He didn’t have any talent whatsoever as it’s claimed everywhere.’
Yet, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī didn’t say it.
Instead, he said.
“Abbū always thought Dr. Saåīdah Qamar more intelligent than me, his own son. I’m glad that at least he gave me my chance. I have to prove myself more intelligent than Abbū’s real younger sister, my aunt, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar Buā? Okay.”*
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked at Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr.
It was more than obvious, Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr was worried.
“Narendr has promised to do everything he can.” Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr said.
“I don’t think he can do very much. The Pakistani High Commissioner deliberately did it and I am sure Narendr Modi would never tolerate it.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar said gravely.
Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr clenched her fist.
“The separatists once more succeeded in keeping Pakistan separate from mainstream. Nawaz Sharif tried his best, but Imran Khan and Muħammad Tahir ul Qadri found it detrimental to their own political career.”*
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī looked at Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.
“Your Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī, was immensely influenced by Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr. Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr was actually his friend, philosopher and guide.”
“That was the actual problem the most of the Musalmīn hated my Abbū.” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī said scornfully.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled sarcastically.
“I don’t think so, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī. Your Abbū was a more respected figure among journalists than you can even imagine.”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī controlled himself.
Allah, how the hell he forgot Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was an ardent fan of Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr and Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā both.
Despite the fact that Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr and Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā never married they were one of the most successful couples of Global fame.
They had ten sons.
Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was the eldest of the ten sons Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā and Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr had.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was proud of herself that she meticulously succeeded in keeping her live in relationship with me clandestine.
Her shrewd co wives, Dr. Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, Dr. Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Dr. Tasnīm Jamāl were themselves not born yesterday.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was thirty-three now.
Dr. Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was thirty two, Dr. Tasnīm Jamāl was thirty one and Dr. Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was too around somewhere the same age group.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had found Dr. Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Dr. Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī to grab my Uncut Hindu Lund every now and then playfully.
It was really a miracle to her that none of the both had still succeeded in having sex with me formally, despite the long three years that had passed.
It was difficult to decide among them who was more beautiful and cunning.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was the one actually.
She was sucking me now, giving me an extraordinary blowjob.
“Hey Durgesh, you got an itch there?” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar joked.
“Why? You want to scratch it?” I teased her back.
“Hey, you’re being bad, now.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar mockingly replied.
“Oh, I think you can handle it,” and I gave Dr. Saåīdah Qamar the big grin, one more in a series of them we’d seemed to share.
“I don’t know, let’s see,” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar said and leaned toward me in my chair holding my hands out and motioning to me.
“Huh?” I wasn’t sure where Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was headed.
“Come here and sit up,” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar instructed, and when I did, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar took my right hand into her hands and turned it so it faced palm forward and fingers up.
I looked at Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was close enough now to smell my musky and distinctive scent.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar held my hand up with her left hand and then she pressed her right hand against mine.
In a low voice, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked me in the eyes and slowly said, “Durgesh, I think you’re right. … I think I can handle it.”
There was no mistake what Dr. Saåīdah Qamar meant.
There was no longer a smile on either of our faces, but there was an intensity and closeness ready to explode.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar then surprised me, saying,
“There’s a bathroom in the pool house if you need to use it. I’m gonna get some more beer out of there to take in the house.”
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked at me with a grin as Dr. Saåīdah Qamar stood, not saying a word.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar must have been out of her mind, because Dr. Saåīdah Qamar tugged the wrap from my waist and just let it fall to the ground, leaving her little bikini facing me and just inches from my face.
I paused and let me stare.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar then turned and walked up toward the pool house.
What was Dr. Saåīdah Qamar thinking?
From inside, if anyone had been looking, it’d have been like Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was taking it off right there in my face, teasing me and working me up all the more.
And then, when Dr. Saåīdah Qamar walked up toward the pool house, well …for me to just shake her tight Musalmān ass back and forth, knowing good and well I was looking.
It probably would’ve looked even obscene.
Nevertheless, no one was looking.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar got inside the pool house and it was dark, given the late afternoon/ early evening time.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar didn’t turn on a light, and she didn’t hear if I was coming in behind her.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar just made her way to the room in the back that did have some light barely shining through.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar still didn’t hear me coming inside the pool house.
Yet, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar didn’t turn around or pause.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was confident there was no question I was coming in the house and coming into this bathroom.
I was coming for Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar realized.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked into the mirror and smiled at my reflection, “you are really, really a bad girl.”
Then Dr. Saåīdah Qamar jumped.
She was startled by seeing me now standing behind Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.
We were looking now at each other in our reflections.
Nothing was said as I moved closer behind Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt my utmost experienced Hindu hands on her perfectly round, firm, gorgeous, ever glamorous, heavy, big, plump, excellent, exquisite, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks and then my Hindu male lips on her neck.
My lips kissed gently at her neck as my arms enveloped Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.
My arms held Dr. Saåīdah Qamar close to me and for the first time Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was aware of my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund pressing her.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt the contour of it in her shorts as it snaked down my leg.
I felt very hard.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar raised her hands up over her head to reach behind her for my face and hair, stroking me and letting me have unfettered access to her top.
I reached around, and in one motion, I rubbed under the bikini top and had my hands on her bare Musalmān tits.
They were just a little bigger than my handfuls, but the nipples were large and thick.
They got thicker as I rubbed her beautiful Musalmān tits and pulled on her nipples, making Dr. Saåīdah Qamar hum.
After I had had my way with her beautiful Musalmān tits for a while, I wanted to know the effect I was having on the thirty-three years old, young, extremely beautiful, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar.
I was grateful to her husband that he suspected his entire extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wives were having extramarital affair with me.
It was not so then.
Dr. Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and Dr. Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī were only teasing him grabbing my Uncut Hindu Lund before him, but Dr. Saåīdah Qamar wasn’t doing even that.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar did it when her husband actually deserted them on erroneous suspicions.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar took my right hand in the both of her hands and slowly moved it down her front, never letting it leave her soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān skin.
My rugged and calloused hand was a nice contrast to her young soft Musalmān skin, as we both watched what she was doing in the mirror.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar stopped my hand with her right hand, as it cupped her tummy.
I pressed slightly feeling her softness there.
Then, when she was sure I had my eyes looking in the mirror at my hand right above her crotch, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar took my left hand and pulled open her bikini bottom, pulling it down somewhat in the process.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar let me see the blondish-brown curls nestled atop her special little place down there.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar then looked into my eyes in the reflection, as her right hand pushed my right hand on downward until my palm cupped her beautiful mound.
I definitely did press forward then.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar let my head fall back on the nook between her shoulder and neck when Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt those thick Uncut Hindu Lund wiggle at her Musalmān gash.
I felt her juices soak my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar moaned a low and throaty response as I worked my Uncut Hindu Lund over and around her pussy lips, then plunging it inside her.
“AAAAHHHH…” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar groaned as I plundered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot unrestricted.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar bucked against my Uncut Hindu Lund, and I obliged Dr. Saåīdah Qamar by pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund deeper, using my thumb to graze over her hard clit.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was as turned on as she had ever been before.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar didn’t care now, if the entire world watched, because this was what Dr. Saåīdah Qamar wanted and what Dr. Saåīdah Qamar needed.
She had to have me.
I sensed this, as Dr. Saåīdah Qamar released her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot from my Uncut Hindu Lund, and then pushed her upper torso forward so that her upper body was now lying over the tile counter.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt her legs spread her stance apart, shifting her legs. Dr. Saåīdah Qamar let out a little crying sound at the feeling of being totally in my control and bent over to my will.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked up into the mirror and I disappeared behind her, descending out-of-view.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked straight ahead.
She was close to the mirror and my reflection, wondering what was to come next.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt my hands at her smooth pink Musalmān thighs, a gentle lifting motion putting her a little higher onto the counter.
I was basically doing what Dr. Saåīdah Qamar wanted to her, and her body was completely mine to have.
It was then that Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt my Uncut Hindu Lund nudge between her legs from behind and Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt my Uncut Hindu Lund touch her ravenous Musalmān clit.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar let out a yelp at the surprise of this.
and then Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt my Uncut Hindu Lund trace slowly from the front of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, into and onto the lips of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and pull back up into her backside.
I rubbed at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot two or three times , dragging my Uncut Hindu Lund through her as she groaned.
I was tasting juices around my Uncut Hindu Lund that were flowing freely.
There was a pause where Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt nothing for a moment and then Dr. Saåīdah Qamar felt me drag my Uncut Hindu Lund from the back of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot slowly up the crack of her beautiful Musalmān ass.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had never felt anything like that before and the sheer wantonness of it made her come and come hard, as I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund around her Musalmān asshole and poked at her puckered Musalmān hole.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was dizzy with the sensations.
I again moved away from Dr. Saåīdah Qamar for a moment.
I stood and Dr. Saåīdah Qamar saw me behind her.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked at me in the mirror, and as our eyes met, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar winked mischievously.
I silently nodded.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar took my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund with her right hand and placed the head of it to her labial lips back there.
My left hand rested on her back, in effect keeping Dr. Saåīdah Qamar pinned.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar liked the sense of not having any control whatsoever, and I knew what was coming.
Her juices flowed.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar traced the unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lundhead back and forth, up and down her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty-three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips spreading her juices around and getting her good and ready.
After some of this teasing, I pushed a couple of inches inside of Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and Dr. Saåīdah Qamar took in a deep breath, gasping loudly.
The thickness of my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund was something she was enjoying since past three years.
Thank goodness, I always knew what I was doing.
I let Dr. Saåīdah Qamar once more get used to me, only moving again once her opening had relaxed somewhat.
It was while I was gently rocking back and forth inside of Dr. Saåīdah Qamar that she did relax more.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar surprised me when she pushed back against me.
Even so, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar couldn’t get me more than half way inside on that push.
Nevertheless, it was the move I’d waited on.
Because I pulled back after a moment until I was just about out.
We caught each other’s look again in the mirror, and in that instant, I knew what was coming. I wondered if maybe─ just maybe─ she’d finally overdone it.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar thrust her perfectly round, firm, gorgeous, ever glamorous, heavy, big, plump, excellent, exquisite, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks hard against me and Dr. Saåīdah Qamar cried out.
It was both pain and intense pleasure, as I bore into Dr. Saåīdah Qamar with long powerful Hindu strokes.
I was now fucking Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and fucking Dr. Saåīdah Qamar hard.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had no control or movement to it, instead I held her on to the counter and I took Dr. Saåīdah Qamar repeatedly.
I was incredibly hard and filled Dr. Saåīdah Qamar up with each downstroke.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar made noises and groaned, and I distinctly remembered the expression “fucking like animals”—this is what it was.
Just primal pounding of Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and me going at it, and nothing but our panting and the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the room.
None knew how long it continued similarly.
The orgasms and sensations flowed over her.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar thought Dr. Saåīdah Qamar might really pass out. After a while, I was close and I pushed in deeper.
I was close and I held my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund deepest in her extremely beautiful, extremely enticing, extremely lovely, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, pink, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar fell to her knees, facing opposite me.
Her beautiful, extremely enticing, extremely lovely, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, pink, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks fitted my nude Hindu lap optimum.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked behind at me.
I looked down at her, and then with my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund between us I pumped it into her.
My come shot into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty three years old, young, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
After the first few threads, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar closed her labial lips around my unique, legendary, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund, sucking the last drops from my thick head, her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes locked to mine.
We both were now savoring our intense love for each other.
She never knew she loved and needed me so much.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Mid Term 2012
The four extremely stunning Musalmān Beauties
The families, I lived in, were mostly the families of almost all beautiful Musalmān girls, and later…..all beautiful Musalmān women.
They needed me more than the families that had male members already.
In this case, he abandoned them a little over a year, surprisingly; after just he married his fourth wife Tasnīm Jamāl.
Tasnīm Jamāl and I had so many of the same facial characteristics, that so many persons thought Tasnīm Jamāl were my real daughter even.
Actually, Tasnīm Jamāl’s Ammī never slept with me.
Moreover, I was incapable to father any daughter at all.
I was a Y Chromosomed Hindu man.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was the Chief wife, though now she was too abandoned.
She was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s friend and was of her age, thirty years herself.
Tasnīm Jamāl had her Ammī’s almost reddish honey blonde coloration.
The eldest woman of the family, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had been forced to return to work full-time which necessitated her next co wife Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī becoming almost a second elder sister to Tasnīm Jamāl.
Tasnīm Jamāl was twenty-eight and Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was twenty-nine.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, the eldest one: Thirty years.
Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, the next in age and power both: Twenty nine years.
Tasnīm Jamāl, the married yet still virgin wife: Twenty eight years.
A great deal of responsibility was thrown on Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī.
She was at least more mature than Tasnīm Jamāl, though Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was only one year older than her.
It became more and more necessary in order to alleviate some of the hardships that their Chief Co wife, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, was facing.
Luckily, Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī eventually had help from Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī who was only two years younger than Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was.
Needless to say, over the course of the years, they all grew extremely close while growing up.
I was sixty two already.
I especially conducted a meeting with all the extremely beautiful young Musalmān wives abandoned.
They were sitting on lavishly precious black leather chairs kept in opposite my table half around it.
“We all are fully capable to protect ourselves, Mr. Durgesh.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar said in a manner as if it was beyond her dignity to talk with me, “We are all grown up, highly educated successful industrials and politicians. Midterm 2012 has been announced. We have to fight hard to keep our parliamentary seats.”
“Saåīdah is right, Durgesh.” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī seconded her, “It is the first election we have to face without Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr.”
“I know that.” I watched all the four extremely stunning young Musalmān Beauties scrutinizing them, “Yet, I’m sorry. I can’t help it.”
“We can’t and don’t leave our Islamic Media Empire in your Hindu hands.” Tasnīm Jamāl smiled at me.
“Tasnīm Jamāl,” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī addressed Tasnīm Jamāl patronizing her. Her voice was extraordinary sweet, “You are forgetting the reputation of our Chairman. He is not famous for controlling Islamic Media Empires. He is infamous for something else.”
“Stop it.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar admonished her co wife.
“Saåīdah!” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī retorted, “He wants to fuck all of us. Nothing else.”
“Safiyah, please!” Tasnīm Jamāl smiled, “Saåīdah hasn’t any objection whatsoever.”
Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī laughed.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked at them with abundant disapproval,
“Shut up, you idiots. We can’t keep Durgesh out of this game. Our ever shrewd husband Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr wanted to prove his charges on us. He has deliberately arranged this predicament for us.”
I didn’t say anything.
I kept on watching them gravely.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was not only eldest of them; she was the most brilliant of them too.
“I can prove my virginity still intact.” Tasnīm Jamāl said irritably, “How can the bloody husband of us, Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr prove Durgesh fucks me?”
Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī looked at Tasnīm Jamāl irritably,
“Well, I’m not virgin. Saåīdah is also not virgin. But Durgesh doesn’t fuck us nevertheless. Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr can’t prove it too.”***
Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr remembered he was received in the Saůūdī Årab Capital, Riyāz, or Riyadh as it was written in English erroneously.
They received him there with the ceremony and respect though they knew very well that almost the entire houseladies of his household were sleeping now with me shamelessly, rather with pride.
Entire houseladies, except his present four wives only.
Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr had deliberately chosen them to be so.
He was a big name now in Islamic world.
Even the fact that he had an Indian Hindu father, Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā and a Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Ammī, Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr, could not stop his meteoric success in Islamic world.
Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā was not a Professor then.
He was a greater Journalist then.
He was Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr’s ideal.
They were never married.
But they were still an ideal International couple having ten sons of their own now.
The Indian law that a Hindu could have only one legally married wife at a time was always met with the smart devious Hindus having as many unmarried sex partners almost everywhere in the world as they could maintain.
Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was the eldest of the ten sons Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā and Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr had.
He was treated in Riyadh/Riyāz with absolute authority.
He perceived that among his journalistic contemporaries there were those more erudite, learned, cleverer, and wiser than himself.
He was merely a philosopher of the fourth estate while they were the ruling queens because they had the legions, crowds, masses, hosts, multitudes, bands, throngs, platoons, and teams to support them.
They were not only extremely beautiful, they had brains even.
Moreover they used their brains to elevate themselves ingeniously.
Their legions were formed by their vast and loyal reading and viewing public.
There were millions who followed their columns and shows.
They believed their every word even after so much exposure of some treacherous media persons.
When they issued their daily edicts, lively, dramatic, firsthand reports and opinions on the world trouble spots, their followers believed them, hailed them, and their massive plebeian chorus was heard in high places in Washington, D.C., New Delhi, Ved Nagar, as well as abroad.
As a result, the private key elevator to the sacrosanct, inviolable seventh floor of the Department of States, and the guarded doors to the oval office of the White House, were always wide-open to them.
Every President had been their admirer, respectful to them.
He wondered at this great revelation.
He couldn’t believe on what he himself learned so laboriously and not known to others.
He suspected the real power was not in the hands of the President of USA even.
The real power lay in the hands of the persons whom these queens of journalism represented.
None knew who these persons were.
Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr wanted to know them on every cost.
They were the real persons who eliminated foreign rule from India under disguise of Congress.
The actually Powerful Persons ruling the Universes.
Who were they?
The smartest persons who understood very well the principle that the Security is in anonymity.***
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Mid Term 2012
Durgesh Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was 28 years old, and married.
She had a 5 years old daughter.
Her husband’s name was Muhammad Aqīl and he was a businessperson.
I was involved in export and import business already.
He joined me.
He had to travel out of the country occasionally.
He rarely took her with him.
They lived with their in laws that were her father in law, mother in law, her husband, her daughter and me.
Her mother in law was strict.
So Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had to live being a good daughter in law.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had to obey her, dress up in traditional way.
She had maintained a strict environment in the house.
So Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had no freedom.
Her father in law was a retired government official.
He was about 65 years old.
But he was not as strict as her mother in law was.
He was open-minded.
So open-minded Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad’s father in law was that when, he lost interest in sex, with his still ravenous wife, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī, he allowed her to have sex with me.
Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī was startled,
“Why are you so surprised, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī?” Muhammad Zahīr smiled.
“I…I can’t understand you.” Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī said bluntly.
Muhammad Zahīr laughed patiently,
“What do you mean, darling?”
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad blurted,
Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī was crestfallen.
“You… you did it deliberately?”
“Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī, I loved you.” Muhammad Zahīr said gravely, “But I knew very well, you didn’t love me. You married me only using me as a stepping stone to get Durgesh.”
“You… you knew it?”
“What is so surprising there, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī? You were so obsessed with your love for Durgesh that you never hid it from anyone. You openly announced everywhere that you loved Durgesh. I was not deaf. I was not blind. I was not born yesterday.”
Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī sighed.
“I see. So, you are not jealous of Durgesh?”
Muhammad Zahīr laughed,
“Jealous of Durgesh? He is my best friend. All my real sisters, all my Kħālāzād, Māmūzād and Chachāzād cousins are Durgesh’s Live in relationship Partners. He hasn’t obliged his every friend to this extent. I’m of course very grateful to him.”
“You should have very much earlier, my darling. I never fight where I can’t compete ever.”
“Very smart of you.”
Muhammad Zahīr smiled,
“You don’t need to be sarcastic, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī.”***
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad’s sex life was more or less satisfactory.
Muhammad Aqīl used to be out of home on business tours and Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad used to be alone very often.
He was also not so strict and had granted Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad freedom.
As her mother in law also had sex with Durgesh openly, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad could experience some sort of freedom.
There were only Muhammad Aqīl, her daughter, her father in law, Muhammad Zahīr, Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad and I living together.
Her mother in law Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī was interested in active politics.
As she went away to campaign for her Parliamentary seat in the sudden Midterm 2012, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was the only lady in the house and had no one to comment on her.
Then Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad brought changes on her especially in her dressing.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad loved wearing saree but not covering all her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body parts.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad started wearing sexy and transparent sarees that Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was forbidden before wearing it.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad bought sexy blouses having strings at back that exposed her backs.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad loved wearing saree below navel.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had sexy, deep and round navel.
Her belly was flat so her navel and belly looked sexy.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad loved to expose her belly.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had bouncing boobs and Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had noticed men staring at it.
But while going out Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad normally wore Shalwār qamīz and simple sarees not that exposing.
While at home Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad loved to wear sexy sarees.
As Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad wanted to make her sex life with Muhammad Aqīl interesting Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad tried to attract him towards her.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad wore sarees in sexy manner but he didn’t show much interest.
Instead of that, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad suddenly found, to her very much pleasant surprise that I was being attracted towards her.
She suddenly found lots of changes in my attitude.
Though still sophisticated and grave, sI found me now staring at her boobs and ass.
Well, they were not so exposed before.
But, Allah, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad never thought sI could attract even me.
While serving food sI found me secretly trying to look at her belly and navel.
While Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad used to be working at kitchen, I suddenly started to visit frequently making one reason or other and used to stare at her back as her back used to be exposed as Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad used to wear blouses not enough to cover her back.
At first, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad showed that sI didn’t like it.
I was not only a Hindu, I was even as if tI father of her husband.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad thought not to expose her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body more.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad felt that the way I looked at her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was not good.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad thought that I would stop doing this.
But I started making moves to touch Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.
One day I called Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad in my room.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad went there.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was a bit nervous.
Yet Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad went there.
I was sitting on the sofa.
I had a silver chain in my hand.
“Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, I had given order to goldsmith to design this chain. This is tI ancestral custom here in this house, that the entire daughters in law should be given this type of chain. Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, I should have given on tI day of your marriage but Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, sorry, I had forgotten. Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, I remember it now. Wear it.”
I handed Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad tI chain.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad tried to wear it around her neck.
I laughed and said,
“This chain is not for wearing around neck, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.”
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad asked,
“Then where should I wear it?”
“This chain should be tied around the waist. This is worn around tI belly.”
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was a bit surprised to hear that.
But Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad agreed to do that.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad tried to tie it round tI belly but Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad could not.
“Let me help you.”
Before Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad could think anything, I dropped her palloo.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was surprised to see that.
Yet, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad could not think how to react on it .
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was embarrassed.
Her entire belly and navel was exposed now.
I moved my hand around her extremely beautiful Musalmān waist and tied tI chain.
While tying tI chain I had kept my little finger close to her navel. It was trying to enter her navel.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was so nervous, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad felt so tickle that she didn’t know what she should do.
I removed my hand.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad put on the saree palloo.
“TI chain looks so sexy around your belly.”
I first time used the word sexy.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was so embarrassed that sI thanked me smiling and went quickly out of room saying that she had some work in the kitchen.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad rushed to her room and locked it.
I should have enjoyed the feeling.
It was the first time I touched Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad and that also her belly.
Next day while Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was serving me food I looked at her and said,
“Where is tI chain, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, I had given you?”
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad replied
“I have it in the room Papa Jī.”
“You should always wear it. It is the tradition of this house.”
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad thought the reason behind this tradition is to touch tI belly of daughter in laws.
But she didn’t say it.
It was not polite after all.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad went to the room and tied it around tI belly.
At the afternoon, I went to her room.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was watching a movie that time.
I sat beside Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad and asked,
“Is the chain tight?”
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad replied,
“No, Papa Jī, it is not.”
“Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, I think it is tight. “Saying this I brought my hand close to her belly, inserted and pulled the chain by my forefinger.
My forefinger touched her magnificent Musalmān belly.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad felt tickling and shy very much.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had to tolerate it because Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad didn’t want to make it a great issue.
If Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad said anything to her husband then Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad could be taken as negative.
Her husband respected me even more than he respected his real Abbū.
‘It is what happens in the male dominated society’ Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad thought and sighed.
But to her surprise, I started being bold.
One day I phoned a saree shop and ordered 31 beautiful sarees.
I said that they were all for her.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad looked they all were transparent.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad immediately knew my intention behind it.
Then the same day I called a young best female tailor, who was my friend, to take measurements of her blouse and petticoat.
I called Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad in the drawing room.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad did not want to go but Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had to.
Therefore, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad went there.
The female tailor started taking the measurements.
The tailor dropped her palloo to take the measurement of chest.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was embarrassed a bit due to my presence.
Her breast was exposed in front of me.
My eyes were rolling over her exposed belly and navel.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad thought I had lust in my eyes.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was so embarrassed.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad didn’t want to continue but Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had to.
The tailor asked what design the blouse should be of.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad answered simple one and covering lots of her parts.
But I interfered and said to sew it in the ultra-modern stylish way.
The tailor had brought a book of different types of blouses.
I was looking through it.
I found a design and said to sew in that way.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad took the book.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was wondering what my choice was.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was eager to know what I wanted my daughter in law to wear.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was shocked what Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad saw.
I wanted to stitch the blouse that was backless with only strings.
It would expose whole of her back.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was ashamed.
Yet, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad could not say anything.
She had already worn that sort of blouse proudly to attract her husband.
I again looked through the book and found another low cut blouse.
It was too low that it was no worth of wearing the blouse.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad disagreed but I forced her to do so.
“You have already worn that too. Haven’t you? I’ve seen you enjoying it with pride. Why are you trying to be so conservative now? It’s alright. I don’t mind it, darling. Never be ashamed of yourself if you feel proud of something. Go ahead and enjoy. I never mind, my dear. I’m not so backward myself.”***
“Thanks Allah, ultimately Naréndr married you.”
Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā protested immensely,
“Hey, you always teasing bitch, what do you mean? I didn’t want to marry Jamīlah Abul Karīm?”
Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī laughed.
She didn’t reply to Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā.
She smiled at Mrs Jamīlah Narendrnāth Sharmā instead,
“Your husband loved me very much, Jamīlah. I’m sorry I couldn’t respond to him accordingly.”
“I think I must thank you for it.”
“What do you mean?”
“If you would have married Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā I would have perhaps died after Bashārat’s so great a betrayal of me.”
Both of them never minded the presence of Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī.
Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī laughed and called me.
Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī was so turned on that she rushed to me and tore my clothes literally.
“To hell with your undressing.” Ħabībah Isrār Qurayshī threw away my torn clothes, “You are a multi zillionaire, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Purchase another one. Right now, fuck me you idiot. They both are already fucking each other.”***
The tailor agreed.
She was my friend.
But Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was more surprised when I asked the tailor whether bikini blouse was available. Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was stiff to hear that
I wanted Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad to wear a bikini blouse as Ash had worn in the movie “Mistress of species”.
The tailor said that she would provide it.
I was delighted, as I wanted to see Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad half nude.
The breast measurement was completed.
Then it was the turn of petticoat.
While taking the measurement, I stood up, went near Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, and knelt down.
I said to the tailor that the petticoat should begin at least 6 inches below the navel.
Then I kept my index finger above her saree to show from where the petticoat should begin.
It was just above her pubic hair.
While I touched her in that region that also in front of my own female friend, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was eaten alive.
A current passed through her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body when I touched her above her pubic hair.
Then I rolled my finger up and brought up it to her naked flesh just below her navel.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad felt so tickled that Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad moved a bit and wore the palloo.
Then Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad left the room.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was so surprised to see what happened to her just before. My intentions were clear to Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.
I wanted her to look sexy and expose her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
But that was nothing new.
Yes, it was to attract Muhammad Åqīl, her own husband, but all the exposure was already there.
After few days all the blouses and saress were delivered.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad knew that her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was going to be punished and touched by the Hindu hands.
I called Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad in my room.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad went and took all the sarees.
I asked Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad to wear them.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad could not oppose me.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad went to another room and came back after changing.
The blouse was too short revealing almost all her backs.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad didn’t wear bra.
The saree was so transparent it revealed all her tummy.
Saree was 7 inches below her navel just above her pubic hair.
Little of her pubic hair was coming out of the saree.
Her upper portions of boobs were exposed.
Overall, her only thigh portion was properly covered.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad went to My room.
I was stunned looking her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad could see lust in my eyes.
I asked Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad to turn around to have her all round view.
Then I noticed her pubic hair coming out.
I asked to cut it.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad shamefully replied that she would do it afterwards.
But I stood up, brought my scissors and went towards her.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was frightened.
I bent on my knees and removed her palloo.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was not being able to do anything.
I started cutting her pubic hair.
To her immense surprise, instead of shame, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad got very much pleasure.
Her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was becoming wet and her nipples were betraying Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.
It was too much for her.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad closed her eyes.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was enjoying it very much, though she was scared and cursing herself simultaneously.
Her idiot husband Muhammad Åqīl never did it for her what I was doing.
Allah, yā Allah! How she had dreamt of it.
Her dreams were that her husband was doing it.
Okay, Durgesh had replaced her husband.
The dreams were still coming true.
Were they not?
Then I suddenly kissed her navel. Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad opened her eyes.
I was kissing her belly.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad moved backward.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad said horrified,
“What are you doing? I am like your daughter. This is a sin.”
I smiled gravely,
“This is love, my darling and I love you. I want you. I had been waiting to fuck you. I want to make you my new Musalmān wife. ”
Then I held her palloo and pulled out in such a force that Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad fell down in the floor.
Her saree was gone.
And Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was in blouse and petticoat.
Then I kissed in her forehead then her eyes, then cheeks.
I placed my Hindu lips in her lips.
I was sucking them.
Then I inserted my tongue in her mouth and my tongue was playing with hers.
Then I lifted Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad up and took her to bed.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was not being able to run.
I was such a strong man still now at my sixty-two.
Then Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad cried and pleaded me,
“Please leave me. You shouldn’t do this. Your son will kill me. Please.”
I said gravely,
“Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad, I know you want to have wild animal sex with Muhammad Åqīl but he is not interested. I can give you all what you need very much. He will not know.”
Saying this, I kissed her boobs and tore the blouse.
I was having view of her white juicy boobs.
I stared at them for some time.
“It’s the first time I am looking at your such sexy balls, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.”
Then I hold her nipple with my index finger and thumb.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad moaned,
Then I bit and made her boobs wet by licking them.
Then I went down to her belly.
I kissed, licked and bit her stomach.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was feeling immense pleasure.
It had been a long time since Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was being bitten like that.
Tears fell down her eyes.
I was doing such a thing with Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.
Thinking this Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad cursed herself and me too.
However, it was a fact that Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was enjoying it too very much.
Then I reached her navel.
I made a circular movement in the circumference of her navel and then I inserted my finger in it.
I tickled her inner skin of her navel.
It was giving Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad such a pleasure that Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad frequently lifted her head and then lay down.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was biting her lips.
Then I untied the knots of her petticoat.
I slightly moved it down and kept it just above her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was all wet. it was the proof how much Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was really enjoying my activities.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad wanted me now inside, but she couldn’t ask me for it due to immense shame.
Yet the lust was more immense.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad bit her lower lip.
Why the old Hindu idiot is not fucking her already?
Why does he wasting the immensely precious time?
I kissed Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad just below her navel and continued up to the upper end of petticoat just above her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
It was unbearable pleasure for Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad kept her eyes shut.
Then I pulled her petticoat completely.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was now in bra and panty.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was now breathing heavily and she was unaware of the surroundings.
Yet Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was enjoying it immensely.
Then I got up.
I took out my digital camera.
Then I took her pictures in just bra and panty.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was not willing to protest.
I took pics from various angels.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad just kept watching me raping her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body with the camera.
Then I took off my clothes.
I took out my underwear.
It was the first time Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was looking me completely nude.
Allah, four times longer!
What a Prick!
What an Uncut Hindu Prick!
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was both excited and horrified to look at its size.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad knew that this Hindu monster is about to invade her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad felt so ashamed of her own appreciation of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Again remembering that Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was in bed with the Hindu father of her husband, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad cried and closed her eyes.
Then I went towards Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.
I took off her bra.
Now Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had only her panty with her.
My hands were crushing her soft boobs and I was even biting them.
Then I said Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad to sit up.
Then I told her to open her mouth.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad didn’t know about this.
Her husband never did it with her.
Yet, Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was horrified to realize that she herself sucking it now ravenously.
No, she was not feeling herself degraded or raped.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was enjoying it instead very much.
She was sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund so greedily and so ravenously that she couldn’t believe Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad herself was doing it.
She looked at me.
Allah, yā Allah! The role was reversed now.
Now it was Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad assaulting my Uncut Hindu Lund with her immensely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and I was enjoying it immensely with my handsome Hindu eyes closed.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad wanted to remove her mouth from my Uncut Hindu Lund.
But she found herself quite incapable to that.
Why so late?
Why so late?
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad sucked me for hours.
And ultimately Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was rewarded.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad’s young ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth greeted it immensely and gulped all of it as if it was not her first time of gulping my Hindu Vīrý, she was doing it as if since decades already.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad couldn’t believe her own ears when she heard herself thanking me gratefully indebted.
“It’s alright my darling. My pleasure it is. Don’t mention it ever.”
Then I pushed Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad down and went to her panty.
I kissed her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy over the panty.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad moaned ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
It was so pleasant and unbearable.
I kissed her milky thighs from toe to panty.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad had closed her thighs so close.
I parted them, pulled her panty down and Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was completely nude now in front of her Hindu father in law.
I came down and kissed her lips.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad moaned.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad cried heavily.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was not kissed in that part before.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was biting her lips.
Then Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad arched her extremely beautiful young excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Then I kissed it.
My Hindu lips were playing with her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad went wild after such a pleasure.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was crying and shouting.
“Please stop it. I can’t bear it anymore.”
But Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was also saying that ‘choomo mérī excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot.’
Then Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was trying to insert my Uncut Hindu Dick in her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy herself .
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad felt to stop it.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad said,
But it was too late and that 8-inch Hindu monster went deep inside.
It travelled deepest inside Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad moved in back and forth motion herself.
It was too much for me too.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad let a deep yell.
I was humping Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad hard now.
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was encouraging me shamelessly,
“Yessssssssssss! Yessssssssssss! Please fuck me. Please fuck me Durgesh darling! Please fuck me immensely. I’m ravenous. My Musalmān husband is impotent. You are a Hindu. Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Chodo mujhé. Chodo mujhé. Please fuck me.”
Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad was kissing me madly on my Hindu lips.
I fucked Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad nonstop for seven days and nights.
“You are my real husband Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Thanks for fucking me so much wildly. I needed it. I needed it very much.”
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” Nāsirah Ibādat Saiyad said shamelessly, now kissing me on my lips with her every ‘Thank you’.
An underworld Don
Her mind went to the past.
When she was elected a Member of Parliament.
Election Commissioner, Naåīmah Furqān cleared her throat and smiled at the VIP audience,
“Ms. Returning Officer, Ladies and Gentlemen. Quiet, please!”
It was natural.
After all, it was not a normal election.
The UPA Government had to resign due to its complete failure in every field.
It was very brilliant of Kħadījah Al Kubrah and Muħammad that they never broke their social and personal relations with NDA persons.
It was NDA almost everywhere now.
UPA had to pay the price for its immense incompetence and foreign support.
In the body of the hall, Mrs. Jamīlah Narendrnāth Sharmā patted her blue rosette and eyed her intelligent husband, Narendrnāth Sharmā, with a pride.
Jamīlah was proud of herself that she took right decision at the right time.
She was an active member of Jamåt-e- Islāmī.
She married Maulānā Bashārat Ħusain.
But she never knew Maulānā Bashārat Ħusain was a Pakistani agent.
When he was arrested, Jamīlah Ibrāhīm felt cheated and betrayed by her anti national criminal husband.
To punish him profoundly and to demonstrate that how much she hated Maulānā Bashārat Ħusain and the persons like him, Jamīlah Ibrāhīm married Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā, an RSS member.
The count had gone well and both the husband and wife, Dr. Jamīlah Ibrāhīm and Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā, were now Members of Parliament from NDA.
Dr. Jamīlah Ibrāhīm was not punished for the anti national activities of her former husband, Maulānā Bashārat Ħusain.
Instead, she was rewarded for her new marriage with Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā, an RSS member.
Both fought on different tickets, however.
Despite every effort from Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā, BJP could not manage to give a ticket to Dr. Jamīlah Ibrāhīm.
Dr. Jamīlah Ibrāhīm fought on the ticket of Jamåt-e- Islāmī Hind, and won.
Jamåt-e- Islāmī Hind was interested in demonstrating that it was not with Maulānā Bashārat Ħusain.
He did, what he did, on his own accord.
Jamåt-e- Islāmī Hind was not responsible for his anti national activities.
Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā was a good man, honorable and courageous.
He was brilliant even.
Muħammad Afzal, a JDU candidate, hugged his wife gladly.
The television monitor now proclaimed a NDA victory despite all the media.
It argued that the Congress was not responsible for it.
The voters rejected the media and voted profoundly in the favor of a NDA Government.
They continued Bihar Assembly Verdict.
Muħammad Afzal’s beautiful wife, Nasīm Irfān, could hold back her tears of gratitude, no longer.
The pair was joined by women from Muħammad Afzal’s campaign team, arms around each other in mutual happiness while their men stood around bewildered, examining the paper scattered floor, shuffling their feet with no words for their distress.
Abhilāsh Vikramāditý stubbed out a forbidden cigarette, punched a number on his mobile, and spoke urgently into the mouthpiece.
It was middle of nowhere.
Editor’s revenge, no doubt.
He shouldn’t have announced that he was leaving Times of India for a much better job in HVSI Times.
No more ennui, no more tedium, at magistrates’ courts reporting poll tax and social security dodgers, no more penning obsequious rubbish of visiting royals and local politicians.
On the HVSI Times, Abhilāsh Vikramāditý could at last write the truth, and show them all up for the hypocrites they were.
He was fed up of biased reporting.
Times of India was never an unbiased paper.
It always favored UPA.
Thank Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!
HVSI Times has no such obligations.
Not even to NDA.
HVSI Times was dedicated to the truth and truth only.
In a corner, Ajaý Yogtantrdhar, a Jan Shakti candidate, was looking through in a cardboard box.
Beside him, his wife, Stella Parker, clutched a small chocolate cake and a lighter.
“I’m sure I put it in here.” Ajaý Yogtantrdhar, the Jan Shakti candidate, said.
“Try your trousers, darling.” his wife, Stella Parker, suggested happily.
With an impatient gesture, Ajaý Yogtantrdhar thrust his hand inside a trouser pocket, found the white candle he was seeking and put it exactly on the cake.
“There,” Ajaý Yogtantrdhar said, “we are ready.”
Silently, his wife, Stella Parker, prayed he would now never go back to be a lowly clerk and indulge now in changing the world.
Ajaý Yogtantrdhar had always dreamed of it.
He tried his best for BJP ticket.
He could not get it.
JDU offered him a ticket but Ajaý Yogtantrdhar said,
“Thank you very much for the offer, Dayānand, but I’m sorry. I think JDU is not pro Hindu.”
The president of local JDU unit, Dayānand Shrīvats, smiled,
“We are not anti Hindu either, Ajaý.”
“You hate anti Hindu parties such as Congress, RJD, LJS, BSP, SP, etc. not us, I think.”
“You are right, Dayānand.” Ajaý Yogtantrdhar smiled, “yet, nevertheless, I’m a pro Hindu, and want to keep my identity as such.”
Dayānand Shrīvats, smiled,
“Hindus are always denied even justice, do you know?”
“JDU is never responsible for it, the anti Hindu parties such as Congress, RJD, LJS, BSP, SP, etc. are.”
“I know, I know. Our democracy is great. Isn’t it?” Ajaý Yogtantrdhar laughed ironically, “it hates the majority people and fights for the rights of minorities only. The selfish shamelesses deliberately forget, it was the majority who sacrificed more in the freedom war for independence.”
Congressperson Nādirah Ħabīb was dying for a cigarette.
She cursed the large ‘No Smoking’ signs hung around the echoing hall.
A stiff whiskey would have gone down well too.
It was two o’clock in the morning.
Congressperson Nādirah Ħabīb had been without sleep since the previous Tuesday.
On the day before the election, Nādirah Ħabīb had found herself with 10, 000 recently printed leaflets and only two exhausted helpers left out of the optimistic roomful who had nominated her.
Immensely afraid of CWG, Adarsh Housing Society Scam and 2g Spectrum Scam, Sonia Gandhi had decided this time to ticket most of the Musalmān lady candidates who had either married the Hindus, or were having affairs with Hindus.
After all the disaster Congress was facing continuously since Bihar Assembly debacle, Sonia Gandhi’s this strategy paid her mostly however.
UPA lost most of the seats, but not the ones fought with this winning strategy.
Nādirah Ħabīb and her two helpers grimly spent the hours of darkness delivering to their best areas, falling over dogs, disturbing some burglars, meeting astonished milkwomen as dawn broke.
Thank Allah, Nādirah Ħabīb got their votes.
Her strategy to help even poorest Musalmān Beauties providing them jobs of milkwomen at least on the dairies of her own influence, had worked in her favor immensely.
Their foolish husbands opposed it.
But Nādirah Ħabīb was a vowed feminist.
She fought with their foolish husbands to every extent possible for her.
“Why don’t we seek the help of Durgesh?” her election secretary, Zamurrad Sultānah had suggested.
Nādirah Ħabīb laughed shrewdly,
Zamurrad Sultānah winked at her.
“I helped the poorest Musalmān Beauties even selectively.”
“What do you mean?”
“They are poorest in money, not in beauty.”
Nādirah Ħabīb slapped Zamurrad Sultānah on her back.
“They are poorest but not uneducated. I was working on them for a long time.”
At the TV a presenter was trying to get Election Commissioner, Naåīmah Furqān to wind up, so that the program could catch the declarations from everywhere.
Election Commissioner, Naåīmah Furqān, was enjoying herself immensely.
Since she surrendered to Durgesh at San Diego, there was everything good in her life now.
Of course Durgesh takes care of his women.
First Durgesh helps his women, then his women help him.
Durgesh does not only enjoy lovemaking with his women, he studies them profoundly.
He knows his women deeply.
What their weaknesses are and what their strength, Durgesh studies completely.
And then, without even allowing them to be aware of it, Durgesh starts to remove their weaknesses and strengthen their strength.
Suddenly one day, she finds herself all in good.
She realizes it’s because Durgesh loves her.
She surrenders entirely to Durgesh indebted and in gratitude.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat’s own result had come an hour earlier.
She had won with a great 1, 60, 000 NDA majority from BJP itself.
After a quick celebratory drink, Kħātūn-e-Jannat dashed over to the studio, picking up the increasingly good news on her car radio.
Soon, Kħātūn-e-Jannat was teasing the devastated Congress spokesman unmercifully.
“You said an eighteen year teenager can’t win the election, don’t you? Now what do you say?”
Albert Abraham could not believe he has been proved wrong.
An eighteen year teenager didn’t only win the election, she defeated the veteran Congressman, Mushtāq Muħammad by 1, 60, 000 votes, and that even from a Muslim majority constituency.
Both Saudi Arabia and Iran were startled.
They were playing their political games in India right from the Islamic Counter Revolution.
Yet they were never so afraid of true Musalmīn.
Saudi Arabia represents Sunni Musalmīn.
Has Ummat-e-Muslimah to face a new Counter Revolution to the old Counter Revolution of Karbala?
Is the true Islam winning once again?
Regretfully Kħātūn-e-Jannat turned to the monitor.
What she saw, pleased Kħātūn-e-Jannat very much.
Saiyadah Fātimah had made a back in Vijay Nagar Jabalpur.
She had done very well.
A good woman.
It was a midterm election, as the current election itself was.
Since then Saiyadah Fātimah had consolidated herself nicely.
Her reward tonight was a solid 1, 75,000 majority.
Though Kħātūn-e-Jannat always wonders, is there any seat really absolutely safe ever, in politics?
Imam Ashraf’s old seat in Adhartal Jabalpur was as safe as houses, of course.
But Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī defeated Imam Ashraf successfully now.
Only because Durgesh supported Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī?
No, there must be something else too.
Yes, her private sexual life was rotten before Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī submitted to Durgesh.
But Imam Ashraf was nobody’s saint himself.
He was and still is a loyal Congressperson.
But what the Congress has given to the residents of Adhartal so far?
Can anyone deny it has become more and more unsafe for even the law abiding Musalmīn?
Only a criminal/criminal minded can survive there.
Uneducated/under educated Musalmīn have become more and more powerful there, bribing the similarly uneducated/under educated Mullahs and Maulavīs to support them religiously, socially and politically.
And Imam Ashraf never supported the sufferers.
It had gone worst when Muħammad Åbdullah, an IAS Musalmān Officer, lost his extremely beautiful IAS Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife, Kħadījah Munawwarah, to a corrupt Congressman, Arjun Singh Rāŧhore.
Only because Arjun Singh Rāŧhore was a powerful Congressman, a minister, Kħadījah Munawwarah ISA ultimately had to surrender to him.
Muħammad Åbdullah, the IAS Musalmān Officer, fought his best to keep his extremely beautiful IAS Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife, Kħadījah Munawwarah, to himself, but corrupt, Congress generated and supported, political system humiliated Muħammad Åbdullah, the IAS Musalmān Officer, very much.
Muħammad Åbdullah, the IAS Musalmān Officer, lost and lost more and more as he fought with Arjun Singh Rāŧhore.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī capitalized on such incidents.
They were not small in number.
In fact they were countless.
Imam Ashraf supported, almost in all the cases, the corrupt Congressmen.
Most of the beautiful Musalmān ladies in Adhartal were forced thus to serve those corrupt Congressmen on their bed.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī came in the support of the sufferers, and the sufferers consequently supported her, ignoring her former private sexual life altogether.
In the hall, Muħammad put his arm around his victorious wife Kħadījah Al Kubrah.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah didn’t know Muħammad knew of her sexual relations with me.
“You’ve made it, darling.” Muħammad whispered and kissed his wife.
“Thank you, Muħammad.”Kħadījah Al Kubrah smiled at her husband.
She wondered whether he was really an underworld Don and a terrorist.
Is Durgesh right?
Kħadījah Al Kubrah controlled the tears of euphoria, fatigue, gratefulness and an extraordinary outlandish awareness that a part of their life was changing forever.
She stepped back from Muħammad, straightened his tie and adjusted the silky green rosette.
“Do I look all right, Muħammad?”Kħadījah Al Kubrah asked smiling at her husband.
“You look lovely, as ever, Kħadījah. Fresh as a daisy. I don’t know how you do it. I’m worn-out.”
Kħadījah Al Kubrah glanced musingly towards the platform.
“We’ll have to get used to a different pace of life now, I guess. Hope you can cope.”
Muħammad squeezed Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s hand quickly,
“I will, Kħadījah. I promise.”
Election Commissioner, Naåīmah Furqān, cleared her throat and stepped forward to the microphone.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, the result for the Jabalpur election is as follows. I’ll announce the names in alphabetical order.”
“You are a prat, Naåīmah.” I murmured to her affectionately, “Eīshānāý Parambrahmañé Paramātmané, get on with it.”
“Anīs Sulémān, fifteen thousand five hundred ninety nine.” Naåīmah Furqān announced.
The people in the room clapped energetically.
Anīs Sulémān lost, meaning NDA Candidate has won.
Anīs Sulémān turned out to be pretty useless for Congress and UPA both.
“Bilqīs Durrānī Fifty thousand eight hundred fifty nine votes.”
The Congressman’s wife smiled acquiescently through her tears.
A worn out cheer went around the hall.
Yes, the Congress and UPA both lost but not all the Congresspersons.
“Chānd Muħammad Chaudharī, nine thousand.”
A pitiful jeering, mocking, rose from NDA supporters.
Chānd Muħammad Chaudharī was one more Congressman lost the election so pitifully.
Bihar Assembly result really started the all time disaster for the anti Hindu parties such as Congress, RJD, LJS, BSP, SP, etc.
It had to be sooner or later.
Congress never tried to understand the feelings of the Hindus.
It continued the rotten policies of ignoring Hindus’ interests the British resorted to after 1857.
Congress had forgotten every injustice initiates unsatisfaction.
If Congress did not mean the same thing it should never continue such a destructive policy.
Yet, it did.
Observing the continuous political success of the anti Hindu policies of Congress, other more anti Hindu parties such as Congress, RJD, LJS, BSP, SP, etc. came into existence, and beat Congress in its own dirty game.
Yet, these anti Hindu parties such as Congress, RJD, LJS, BSP, SP, etc. had forgotten to take the most important historical lesson from our freedom fight.
They sinned without gain.
If Congress hadn’t turned out into a hereditary party, its leaders would have understood their own final debacle.
The other the anti Hindu parties such as RJD, LJS, BSP, SP, etc. would have understood their own final debacle, if they had their own original political thinking.
The natural laws governing the Multiverse are scientific.
And unfortunately science doesn’t have any kindness whatsoever.
Bihar Assembly result started the final debacle of all the anti Hindu parties such as Congress, RJD, LJS, BSP, SP, etc.
And now it’s the end of political anti Hinduism.
It couldn’t survive ultimately as the British rule couldn’t.
The history repeated itself, as it always does.
Election Commissioner, Naåīmah Furqān, smiled at the winner Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, ingratiatingly.
It would do no harm to be in well with the new Member of Parliament.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.”Naåīmah Furqān boomed portentously, self-importantly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted to remember this moment for ever.
It was the success she had dreamed of always.
Now she was more able to help her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Her Ammījān had left her Abbū in greatest humiliation, in greatest mortification.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had to become a Member of Parliament herself as her Ammījān was.
Yes, Durgesh is the best.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself knows it now.
But her Ammījān was successfully living with her Abbū.
She herself was the result of their mutual love for each other.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ears tuned in to the soft whispering noises in the expectant silence around her.
They tuned in to the sound of papers rustling, the jostling of green rosette friends gathered by the platform, the hiss of the ventilation system overhead, the isolated pop of flash bulbs, the muted crackling of a policewoman’s radio, a train whistling faintly in the distance.
“Two lac ninety thousand nine hundred ninety nine.”Election Commissioner, Naåīmah Furqān, bellowed, “I hereby declare Ms. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to be duly elected Member of Parliament for Sadar Jabalpur.”
Unable to hide her partisanship, her political leanings, any longer, Election Commissioner, Naåīmah Furqān, waved the paper over her head with a flourish, with a boom, as if she herself were the winner.
Even the counters joined the applause.
All evening Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had been the object of curious scrutiny.
Would she win?
Would she laugh?
Top marks for appearance:
Would she be strong enough?
Well, it was not a serious question now.
So many women have proved their strength now.
What did her father, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, think of having to play number two to his own daughter?
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was itching to get down from the platform to mix with the party supporters who were vigorously shaking champagne bottles to make the corks explode.
Councilor Altāf Muħammad was looking so elated Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan worried he might have a heart attack.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was in a daze.
She made a breathless little speech of thanks, then her beaten opponents made theirs in descending order.
Now only one more candidate was left to take the floor.
Lailah Tayyab stepped forward confidently, put her mouth too close to the microphone and began to speak.
Both NDA and UPA party workers were becoming restless.
Lailah Tayyab flourished the cake and began fumbling with the lighter.
She seemed to take for ever.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan signaled the NDA young woman and the two edged sideways off the platform followed by the JDU woman, leaving Lailah Tayyab muttering a still crowded magnetism over the lighted candle.
Abhilāsh Vikramāditý , watching from the sidelines, took out his notebook.
‘New NDA Member of Parliament walks off platform at count.’ Abhilāsh Vikramāditý wrote crisply, ‘New NDA Member of Parliament, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, ignored fellow candidates’—he would put the names later— ‘when she trailed off the platform immediately her own result was announced, ignoring the usual courtesies. Her own party workers commented adversely about her rudeness.’
Abhilāsh Vikramāditý would have to make up some suitable quotes:
Perhaps her future colleagues should be warned.
This young lady may have to be taken down a peg or two.’
Abhilāsh Vikramāditý checked his scribbling.
Not bad, really.
More like HVSI Times than TOI.
Roll on Parliament Street; roll on fame as one of the country’s best investigative reporters.
The future beckoned brightly, and not only for the glamorous Ms. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
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87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13
88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14
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90. The Extent
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111. Ahl-Al Bayt 18
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118. Ahl-Al Bayt 25
119. Ahl-Al Bayt 26
120. Ahl-Al Bayt 27
121. Ahl-Al Bayt 28
122. Ahl-Al Bayt 29
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125. The women in my life
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147. The threesome
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150. The Chairman: 2
151. The Chairman: 3
152. The Chairman: 4
153. The Chairman: 5
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24. Majājī Kħudā:4
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36. Saamved: Mantr 1