The Yacht: 8

Midterm 2012 Volume 4

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Volume 3

Ved Nagar Volume 2

The Yacht

Durgesh

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Chapter 8

Durgesh Al Taufīq Al Zāhid

Al Taufīq Al Zāhid smiled.
“Walks, for one.”
“Walks?” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked feigning innocent ignorance.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid wasn’t interested even a bit in his acting.
She was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Cock into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Her ever communal resistance against Hindu penetration had already gone to hell as soon as she realized I was available to her.
No doubt Durgesh had the unique penis.
The ever horniest Musalmān Beauties were not crazy for it worthlessly.
Durgesh had unique sexual prowess.
No doubt Durgesh can satisfy the entire womankind even sexually.
He had infinite sexual lust incredibly.
“A customer pays his bill directly at the cash register.” She said herself pushing her ever pink glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my nude Hindu male lap and swallowing my Uncut Hindu Prick into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt nonstop wildly, “The amount of the bill is two dollars and eighty five cents. He gives you a twenty dollar bill. You pretend to be very much interested in the addition on the check. Then apparently something goes wrong with the key on the cash register. You concentrate on that. Eventually you ring up two dollars and eighty five cents; still without apparently paying too much attention to him, you hand him fifteen cents, then give him two one dollar bills, then hand him a five, then look back at the cash register for a minute. Nine times out of ten the man will pocket the change and walk away. If he starts to pocket the change and then stops suddenly, or if he still waits there, you take out two additional fives and give it to him with a smile, then start looking back at the cash register again.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid wasn’t as unaware of Al Nādir Al Haibat’s immensely jealous, immensely greedy stealthy glances on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt swallowing my ever arrogant ever proud Uncut Hindu Cock nonstop, as she was pretending to be.
The ever incurable male animal.
The very same Al Nādir Al Haibat was always heavily critical of Hindus and their ever horny Musalmān beloveds that they were still animals in their human bodies.
He always pretended to be a highly sophisticated ever righteous Musalmān.
He always criticized even the Musalmīn that were criminals and/or criminal minded.
But actually what he himself was?
He was a corrupt attorney himself protecting ever harmful gambling to humanity.
How much he really hated ashvinātam sex was more than obvious from his constant stealthy obsession of gazing Durgesh’s proud Hindu penetrations of her ever glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Yet, he had control enough on himself to comment ironically, feigning sophistication still however.
“You seem to know all the tricks.”
“Sure, working at the place I couldn’t avoid to hear some of them.”
“And you sing?”
“Yes.” She said proudly.
Al Nādir Al Haibat nodded studying the young woman’s miraculously beautiful face sophisticatedly apparently.
Yet, even then he had managed dignified glances on our still nonstop sexual penetrations.
“You have had ups and downs?”
“Mostly downs,” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said, “but I was in there fighting nonstop. I deserve to get the break Durgesh has bestowed on me despite Muħammad Ůsmān’s frantic attempts to frame me. I know now why Durgesh’s Musalmān women are so faithful to him despite the fact that Durgesh is a Hindu. He is honest and sincere to his Musalmān women more than their ever dishonest ever insincere Musalmān husbands and Musalmān mankind. You are jealous of Durgesh and us Musalmān Beauties, but you can’t separate us because no dishonest and insincere communalism can ever replace the ever sincere ever honest love of Durgesh for us. The more you ever dishonest ever insincere communal Musalmīn try to separate us from Durgesh, the more inseparable we are.”
If Al Nādir Al Haibat was angry, he successfully hid his anger.

Al Taufīq Al Zāhid led the way.
I was behind her glorious bottom, fucking her from behind.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid was too afraid of Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim that she wasn’t ready to come to Paradise Floats if I wasn’t fucking her.
The chief of police accompanied us.
Muħammad Ůsmān, striding forward, was checked by Al Nādir Al Haibat.
Laying a restraining hand on his client’s arm, Al Nādir Al Haibat drew Muħammad Ůsmān back to one side and engaged in rapid fire, low voiced conversation.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid led the way into a room marked Employees, through a curtained doorway.
It had the word Female painted over the top.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid paused before a locker.
I grabbed her waist, pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock until only its head was inside, absolutely prepared for thrusting it into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt as soon as there was any indication from Muħammad Ůsmān and party of any unfair play.
Muħammad Ůsmān knew how dangerous a weapon my infinite Musalmān Beauties and infinite lovely Musalmān houseladies penetrator Uncut Hindu Cock was when it was visiting any Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
My Kundalini was active.
My infinite bodies were active.
With a simple affirmation now, I could immobilize even a whole infantry.
Muħammad Ůsmān had seen the demonstration with his own eyes several times.
However, he never believed a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman and a Stavak Hindu man could do it.
There must be something else hidden behind carefully.
Nevertheless, Muħammad Ůsmān wasn’t a damn fool to take any risk now.
“Open it,” I said.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid fitted a key and opened the locker.

In it, there was a suitcase, a pair of shoes, a suit and a raincoat.
“These all yours?” I asked fucking her once again.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid nodded.
“Do you want to put these things in the suitcase?” I smiled at her possessively.
She thanked me with her eyes for displaying my sexual possession on her.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid knew it was actually a disguised warning to everyone that s/he would have to face Durgesh’s powers if s/he tried to harm her in any manner whatsoever.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid thanked her Allah for her incredible Musalmān beauty and prudence that she approached Durgesh on the right time.
“The things came that way,” she smiled politely at me, “They can go out that way,” she said.
“You have some other things?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“There’s a stateroom assigned to us Musalmān girls,”
“Only Musalmān girls work here?”
“Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn are highly communal. They never believe anyone that’s not a Musalmān. Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim do also belong to the category.”
“But Muħammad bin Qāsim is immensely friendly with his Hindu brother in law, his Hindu Jījū, Prañav Yogendr Divyānand.”
“Sure, they need Prañav Yogendr Divyānand. It doesn’t mean they aren’t communal. Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim loved Prañav Yogendr Divyānand. They hadn’t another alternative except to marry them.”
“I see,”
“We sleep there in the stateroom. It’s a sort of dormitory. Al Sādiyah Arraħmān, another girl and I share a stateroom. Muħammad Ůsmān wouldn’t let me get my things out of it last night. I was virtually thrown out.”*

I said gravely,
“Better start packing.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid pulled out the suitcase and flung back the lid.
“I think Al Taufīq Al Zāhid would like some privacy now to prepare to leave this place not to come back. I have to wait with her and—”
I broke off at the startled exclamation from Al Taufīq Al Zāhid.
“What is it?” I asked authoritatively.
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid instinctively started to close the lid of the suitcase, then checked herself.
“Let me take a look,” I said.
“I’ll take a look,” the chief of police said, pushing forward.
“What is it, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid?”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid reopened the lid, then pulled forward the elastic that held closed one of the compartments in the lining of the suitcase.
A wad of currency had been thrust hurriedly into this compartment.
“I’ll take this into my custody.” the chief of police said triumphantly.
I moved so that I interposed a shoulder between the officer and the suitcase.
“Why?” I asked the chief of police curtly.
“Why?” the chief of police said sarcastically, “I want to know from where she got this wad of currency.”
“Who are you to ask it?”
“I happen to be the chief of police here.” He said ironically.
“Tell me the law, the section of it that authorizes a chief of police to investigate any money a person have in his/her possession even it’s his/her valid money legally earned by him/her.”
“It isn’t her money.”
“How do you know?”
“It stands to reason.”
“How?”
“If she had that wad of currency of her own, she never needed to work here as a cigarette girl.”
“Think again.”
“I don’t need to.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid was looking at me in questioning panic.
Allah! That was the reason she was afraid of Muħammad Ůsmān.
It wasn’t her money.
It was more than obvious that Muħammad Ůsmān had managed to put it there to frame her.*

I pushed my Uncut Hindu Penis entirely into Al Taufīq Al Zāhid’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Count it.” I said.
With trembling fingers, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid counted the money.
“Ten thousand seven hundred ninety nine dollars.” she said.
“Good,” I smiled, “We’ll give Muħammad Ůsmān credit for that on the amount of back wages due and our claims against him for defamation of character.”
Muħammad Ůsmān had quietly entered the stateroom with Al Nādir Al Haibat at his side.
Muħammad Ůsmān started to say something, but just then the curtained doorway was flung back with such violence cloth was almost ripped from the guide rings on the overhead pole.
A woman’s voice said angrily.
“Defamation of character, indeed! That’s a laugh—the kettle is calling the pot black, I’d say!”
Her eyes blazed hatred at Muħammad Ůsmān.
“But I didn’t come here to see that husband stealer. Let her take him. The bastard doesn’t deserve any true love, loyalty and faithfulness now. If the impotent thinks a cigarette girl and singer in a gambling yacht is better for him than even a multi-millionaire Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, let him have her. I damn care. I came here to see you, Mr. Muħammad Ůsmān. Just what do you think you are doing with my hard earned money that bastard lost to you?”
“Why, Ma’am Al Saåīdah Al Wājid!” Muħammad Ůsmān said, stepping forward and smiling cordially.
Then he glanced at me.
“I should have known you better. You can’t strike masculine ever. Before coming to strike on me, you investigated about my antagonists. You found Ma’am Al Saåīdah Al Wājid is one of them. And you managed her entry here when you are here too.”
“Anything wrong with that strategy?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “Mr. Mayor has promised me to fight my case against you bloody gamblers.”
“So, your husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad, is right that you have a clandestine extramarital affair with Durgesh?” Muħammad Ůsmān smiled trying to humiliate Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.
“What if I do?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said curtly, “I’m not under eighteen, nor you are my legal guardian. Who the hell are you to ask that question on my personal life? Now, you have charged me being a cheater to my husband. I would take you to the court, to prove what you just said. One more case of Defamation of character against you, stupid. Mr. Durgesh is my attorney too, in both the cases against you.”
Muħammad Ůsmān was dumbfounded.
He wasn’t prepared for so many legal attacks.
He should have known better than to antagonize me.*

Nevertheless, Muħammad Ůsmān tried to grab the state of affairs.
“This is—that is—we aren’t really open for business yet. I had some people come in and—Come on with me and I’ll buy a drink.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid ignored Muħammad Ůsmān’s proffered hand, said furiously,
“You’ve trimming my husband, Al Wājid Al Muħammad, in a crooked game here. He does not earn as much money himself as he loses in his damn gambling to you. That’s my money. He told me you took him for ten thousand dollars last night. It was natural I investigated about you. I found out your wife, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, has cuckolded you to herself, Durgesh and her younger sister, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. I enjoyed the state of affairs, naturally.”
Muħammad Ůsmān was dumbfounded.
His wife, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, wasn’t so much a problem to him, as her younger sister, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, was.
She was too cunning that she raped Durgesh himself, kidnapping him.
It wasn’t an easy task.
Yet, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had done it successfully.
Once, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah loved her husband, Muħammad Ůsmān, very much.
But, now even Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah fucked Durgesh in front of Muħammad Ůsmān’s own very eyes and made Muħammad Ůsmān to clean her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, licking it, after she fucked Durgesh.
Muħammad Ůsmān had to lick not only his wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
He had to lick her gorgeous Musalmān ass as well, after Durgesh fucked Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah in her ass too.
Then he similarly had to lick her sister, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt and ass as well, after Durgesh fucked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah too.
It wasn’t good that Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had known it.
Now, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid had the winning hand on Muħammad Ůsmān completely.
Damn Durgesh.
He never fights conventionally.
He always digs out of the enemies of his opponents.
And then those enemies fight Durgesh’s war for the ever shrewdest Hindu, Durgesh never needs to fight it himself.
Muħammad Ůsmān could never understand how many shrewd persons died when Durgesh was born.
“Ten thousand dollars aren’t such a big money that I should waste my more precious time in its recovery.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said, “But if my business competitors knew the stupids like you can manage to snatch away such money from my husband, it would harm my reputation before them. Consequently, I haven’t another option except to have my money back.”
“Back? I can’t believe it.” Muħammad Ůsmān said incredulously.
“I’m not asking you to believe it. I’m asking you to return it.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid said patiently, “You should have known better than cutting corners with me, Muħammad Ůsmān. I’ve engaged Durgesh to investigate your criminal activities extensively and see you get punished for them.”
Muħammad Ůsmān was dumbfounded.
What the hell it’s happening?
“Madam, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid,” he addressed her soothingly, “Your husband was in a little private game last night. I don’t know how he came out. I believe that perhaps he did lose a little, but I haven’t tried to figure up just how much. I can assure you that the game was on the up and up. I was in it myself. If we gambled with people at night, let them take a chance on winning the place, and then, if they aren’t lucky, gave them back the money they had lost the next morning, it wouldn’t be very long before I’d be selling apples on the street corner.”
Muħammad Ůsmān laughed at the idea, his mouth making the laughter, his eyes anxiously watching her, appraising her mood.
“And what’s wrong in it?” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled sweetly, “That’s where actually you belong to. And Wallāh, Muħammad Ůsmān, I promise you to put there. I never forgive the stupids who try to harm me even a bit, knowingly or unknowingly. As a policy, I spend millions to punish them so that no another dumb ass would ever think to come in my way. Durgesh is already retained to make you learn the lesson in the hardest way possible for you.”
“Allah,” Muħammad Ůsmān said impatiently, “what the hell do you want?”
“I want our money back, damn fool, what else? My husband isn’t very good businessperson as I am. That’s money he earned, however. We have other uses for it than to giving it to you. I intend to give it to Durgesh as the expense money he may use for destroying you financially. What the hell you think of me? I would let you cheap crooks rob us of that money and to get away with it?”

Chapter 9
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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


Ved Nagar: 56

Midterm 2012

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

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Chapter 56

Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

I repeated.
“What’s your proposition, Muħammad bin Qāsim?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was terse,
“I haven’t any.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was still watching his wife’s gorgeous Musalmān ass that had swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Prick to the hilt.
“Sitting tight sometimes doesn’t pay even a dime.” I smiled at Muħammad bin Qāsim still enjoying my Uncut Hindu Prick buried entirely into Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s perfect Musalmān ass.
“Let me see it myself.” Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed cunningly.
“You have a hundred thousand dollars at stake, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan turned to Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, “HVSI Group of Companies has authorized Durgesh and me to sign a compromise with Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company on its behalf. Since Durgesh is a blind supporter of us Musalmān Beauties there are some shareholders in HVSI Group of Companies who wanted the agreement to be signed by me too.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah grimaced.
“Bosh and nonsense. If Durgesh were really supporting us Musalmān Beauties blindly, he would never have opposed your Seven Movements, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I can’t believe there are such fools among the stockholders of HVSI Group of Companies who credited you more than Durgesh even.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed sophisticatedly.
“Who the hell is asking you to believe me, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah? Never believe me, if you don’t want to. Nevertheless it doesn’t change the legal status of the agreement that it must be signed by both of us. I’m representing Musalmān Beauties stockholders of HVSI Group of Companies.”*

Al Safiyah Al Ghaus started back and forth motion now enjoying the anal sex she needed very much.
Right from the beginning, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus knew very well she wasn’t a normal woman.
But are the most of the other women normal?
Hell, no.
They are hypocrites actually.
Both the men and women are hypocrites actually.
At least most of them certainly are.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is not a hypocrite at all.
That’s why they criticize her so much.
They criticized Al Safiyah Al Ghaus for her love for anal sex.
But the fact was it was only her fantasy.
She tried to do it with her first husband.
He called it a sin and refused her to oblige.
She had laughed.
“You can’t do even what is not a sin for you, Iqbāl. Can you?”
Muħammad Iqbāl was stunned.
He couldn’t believe his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife was telling him sophisticatedly that he was not competent in sex.
Allah!
What a shameless woman!
“Muħammad Iqbāl, your sisters suck Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis. Isn’t that a sin? They compel Durgesh for anal sex with them. Isn’t that a sin too.”
Muħammad Iqbāl laughed ironically.
“I never knew Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, my shameless sisters are your ideals. You always criticized them. It was natural consequently, for me, to think you don’t have such a sinful desire.”
“I say you are not competent even in what you think moral sex.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said patiently.
She never knew it could lead Muħammad Iqbāl to suicide.
Hell, the idiot could have divorced her instead.
Couldn’t he?
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was her second husband.
But he was too a hypocrite.
Most of the persons, men and women both, are hypocrites.
They praise other hypocrites.
They never praise an honest and sincere person.
Durgesh is the third man in her life.
But he is perfect.
He invaded her anal virginity without any infinitesimal shade of guilt.
What a man.
What a perfect man.*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Sometimes, half a loaf is better than no bread, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah. Sometimes a poor compromise is better than a good lawsuit. Now then, Muħammad bin Qāsim, what’s your proposition?”
Al Taufīq Al Fatimah looked at her husband.
Was Durgesh right?
Is Muħammad bin Qāsim really trying to frame his own murder on her?
Had he really married Al Taufīq Al Fatimah on impulse?
Now, his ambition to have her as his wife is fulfilled, he is repenting his ‘wrong’(?) decision taken on an impulse?
Is he really trying to kill two birds with a stone?
“Give me ten percent of what Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is getting.”
“Ten thousand dollars?” Muħammad Ůsmān shouted, “Are you crazy?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“It’s a hundred thousand dollars deal. HVSI Group of Companies is paying one hundred thousand dollars to Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah for that island. Why can’t I get ten percent of it for signing a quitclaim deed?”
“That’s too much.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly.
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled bitterly.
“To me, it is ridiculously small. I think there is oil on the island.”
“What do you say?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. “He isn’t the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company any more, you are.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at his wife, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim immediately held her head high and said,
Prañav , I think Muħammad bin Qāsim is right. We deserve at least ten percent of what Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is getting from HVSI Group of Companies. Our quitclaim deed is necessary for HVSI Group of Companies to get proper title on the island.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“I agree with my wife.”
“Nonsense,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “I advise Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī to pay four thousand dollars for your quitclaim deed. Take it or leave it. Take it and then step out of the picture.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim stiffly shook his head.
“Okay,” I smiled disarmingly, “I will instruct the escrow holder to accept a certificate of title, subject to the provisions of an outstanding oil lease. I don’t think Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company has any leg to stand on. I think I can get an injunction prohibiting you setting foot on the island.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled cunningly.
“Jījū, you may get the injunction but it won’t become final until after it has gone through the Supreme Court.”
I smiled sweetly.
“No problem, Sālé Miyān. I think HVSI Group of Companies has enough money for that. More than you can even dream of. You would have to sell so many of your companies to meet the legal expenses for it. We have enough idle money to meet such unprecedented legal expenses. I don’t care how long the litigation takes. Just so I keep you off the island.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was still smiling cunningly.
“Suppose I win it?”
“You let your legal department prepare an opinion on that. If their opinion collides with your opinion, go ahead and take any legal steps you may see fit. I’m very much inclined to go ahead and complete the deal.”*

Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Penis in her extremely gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass very much.
How lucky she was.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is really her best friend.
As soon as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan knew about the sexual fantasies of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had smiled.
“How communal are you, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus?”
“What do you mean?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus couldn’t follow Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Muħammad Iqbāl was your first husband. Wasn’t he?”
“Yes, sure.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at her quite perplexed.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs is your second husband.”
“Yes.”
“You have already married twice.”
“So?”
“Nothing. The point I am getting at is you married both the times Musalmīn.”
“So what? Isn’t it natural? I am also a Musalmān. Therefore…”
“Not natural.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cut her short, “Most of the extraordinary Musalmān Beauties, as beautiful as you are, would have preferred a Hindu husband instead of a Musalmān husband again, once she had the bitter experiences from a Musalmān husband.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was brilliant enough to understand what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was suggesting.
Durgesh?”
“Why not?”
“Is it possible?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus sighed incredulously.
To make anything possible the first necessity is to self-hypnotize that it is possible.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled ingeniously.*

Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in awe.
“To self-hypnotize?”
“To self-hypnotize.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at her splendidly.
“And if it is impossible?”
“Nothing is impossible in the world, you fool. What do you think, was it possible for me to get a Hindu husband who had self-hypnotized himself that he was my stepfather?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was dumb founded.*

She pushed her gorgeous buttocks back in my nude Hindu lap and swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Penis once more into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
“My brother in law, my dévar, has paid Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband, to protect himself and his family from me and my supporters. Can’t you understand Durgesh has staged a show to pull the wool over our eyes as well as on the eyes of the law?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at her incredulously.
“You mean Al Muħammad Al Qāsim is alive?”
Durgesh can’t afford to let him murdered on his own ship.”
“And the shot fired from the revolver?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, if you are not yourself playing a part in the play, why the hell can’t you understand? There’s only one person who could have fired it.”
“Who?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at his extremely beautiful wife skeptically.
“Your younger brother, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
“You mean he shot himself?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked furiously.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed enjoying the nonstop back and forth movements of my extremely rigid Uncut Hindu Penis in her brilliant smart Musalmān ass.
“Not himself. He just fired one shot in order to establish his fake yet still legal death. Our legal wizard, Durgesh, planned his legal escape in this way from us. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had already fired one shot out of the gun that he left on the dresser for the wife to bring when Al Muħammad Al Qāsim telephoned her. Now then, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my younger brother in law, had to work his timing just right. He had to wait until he saw Al Zohrah Al Bittol coming along the deck. As soon as he saw Al Zohrah Al Bittol there, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my younger brother in law, thoroughly coached by Durgesh, thoroughly rehearsed even, because it is Durgesh’s own ship, had to ‘struggle’ and ‘sway’ in a peculiar manner and then topple overboard. Am I right, Durgesh darling?”*

I pulled my Uncut Hindu Penis out of her Musalmān ass until only its head was inside then penetrated it once more so forcefully that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus couldn’t help except to jump.
But I had already anticipated her reaction.
I jumped with her too, penetrating her entirely.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah I’m dead.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus screamed in extreme anal ecstasy, “The hell you don’t love anal sex. You are wonderfully and absolutely amazingly expert in anal sex too. Allah, you are killing me. I can’t bear it there any more. You Hindu scoundrel.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus suddenly pulled away her ass, positioned the tip of my Uncut Hindu Penis between her quivering throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and thrust.
My Uncut Hindu Penis vanished into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt entirely now.
“Fuck me in my Pussy now, okay, you Hindu rascal? What the hell were you after? Rip open wide my ass itself? Naughty naughty.”
I laughed and continued fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus now in her Musalmān Cunt.

Yet, she continued to tell her theory about what I had done.
“Then Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had to fire a shot and be in such a position that just as Al Zohrah Al Bittol leaned over the bow of the ship, Al Zohrah Al Bittol would look down and see Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim even call Al Zohrah Al Bittol by her name so that there could be a positive identification. Remember our legal wizard, Durgesh, never leaves any legal loophole. When he wanted to support and protect Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and his family from me and my supporters Durgesh did it a perfect job. No loopholes anywhere whatsoever.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim, Vikram Bachhalyā, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, Pratāp Bachhalyā everyone looked at me as if I were a ghost.
Only Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was smiling with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
Even Al Zohrah Al Bittol and ACP Suraiyā Jamāl were looking at me dumbstruck in awe.

Chapter 57
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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


Ved Nagar: 55

Midterm 2012

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 55

Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Al Safiyah Al Ghaus suddenly let my entire Uncut Hindu Penis come out of her extremely beautiful Musalmān Cunt.
I was surprised.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah advanced to take my immensely anointed Uncut Hindu Penis into her Musalmān mouth, but Al Safiyah Al Ghaus again beat her.
She pushed her gorgeous Musalmān bottom back again.
I suddenly understood what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was after, but it was too late to stop her.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus positioned my Uncut Hindu Penis between her glorious ardent Musalmān ass cheeks and pushed back with her entire strength.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was immensely lubricated already.
It entered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass to the hilt.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus!” I said immensely surprised, “Are you crazy?”
“Squeeze my boobs, please!” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus winked at me.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs suddenly realized what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was doing with me.
He jumped immediately and shouted,
“What the hell?”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed.
“You don’t have any objection if Durgesh fucks me in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. Isn’t it? Now, what about it? Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund is visiting deepest your wife’s gorgeous Musalmān ass now. Come on, watch yourself.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was dumbfounded.
He could not believe his own eyes.
But, yes, it was true.
It wasn’t any bloody nightmare whatsoever.
Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund was really inside his wife’s exquisite immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, buried to the hilt.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was enjoying it there proudly.
“W…w…what do you want?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was suddenly full of tears.
He could not believe he was really weeping.
Allah!
It was immense humiliation.
He could not believe he was cuckolded ultimately by his own wife he loved more than himself.
“Come on, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, you have already licked my extremely beautiful Musalmān Cunt after I had an orgasm. Haven’t you? Come on, clean it once more.”*

Al Nadīm Al Quddūs couldn’t believe Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was asking him to lick her cunt and clean it.
Yes, he had done it so many times before, but not because he loved to lick her cunt.
It was a compensation to her actually that he could not make her to have an orgasm while fucking her.
He offered her to bring it by licking her cunt.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs had succeeded too.
He could not fuck her to have an orgasm, but he could lick her to have an orgasm.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had charged him that he was semi impotent.
His cut Musalmān nūnī didn’t have the proper strength to make her have an orgasm, but his tongue was superb.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had laughed.
“How many cunts have you licked, cunt licker?”
“What?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was furious.
“The expertise your tongue has in licking my cunt couldn’t be developed first time, neither even in a single instance. It’s been developed in a long practice. Hey, did you do it with your girlfriends too?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was startled.
What the hell could he do?
He watched Durgesh fucking his sisters and cousins.
He masturbated while watching them.
His cut Musalmān nūnī lost its strength gradually.
Once his sister, Al Nādirah Al Quddūs, caught him masturbating while I was fucking her.
Al Nādirah Al Quddūs made him to lick her cunt after I fucked her.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs hadn’t another alternative.
He did it to please his Al Nādirah Al Quddūs Bājī.
“If I clean you every time after Durgesh fucks you, would you allow me to watch and masturbate right there where Durgesh fucks you?”
Al Nādirah Al Quddūs Bājī laughed.
“Hey, you loved it, didn’t you, instead of hating it? It wasn’t a punishment to you. It was a reward instead. Wasn’t it?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled triumphantly.
“Yes, Bājī. Will you please allow me?”
We allowed him.
Yes, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was expert in tongue fucking.
His cut Musalmān nūnī was weak, but his tongue was a miracle.
After his Al Nādirah Al Quddūs Bājī his other sisters also allowed him.
His cousins too allowed him gradually.
Then even his Ammī allowed him when she managed Durgesh to fuck her, blackmailing her own daughters.
Was his family unconventional?
Well, let it be.
Who the hell cares?*

Once they arranged group sex with Durgesh on their Ammī’s birthday.
Their lady-friends were also invited.
Durgesh undressed all of them.
Ammī undressed Durgesh.
Then she played with Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund while Durgesh was kissing their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunts.
Ammī sucked Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund and swallowed his entire Hindu Vīrý.
So did the others.
Durgesh fucked all of them, one by one.
What a man.
What an amazing man.
None of them was unsatisfied.
Durgesh fucked all of them to their heart’s content.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs licked all of them.
They had different tastes.
Yet, Durgesh’s Hindu Vīrý was common.
And it made all of them taste superb.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was surprised immensely to find out how many Musalmān Beauties, how many Musalmān houseladies, fuck Durgesh, despite his unwillingness even.
Durgesh was a Hindu male slut for Musalmān Beauties and sophisticated extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies too.
He could not believe what he witnessed himself.*

Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at me.
“No motion for somewhat half an hour, Durgesh, please! It was my long nourished dream to have your Uncut Hindu Penis into my ardent Musalmān ass buried to the hilt. You may call it a pervert desire, but let it get fulfilled anyway.”
Her ardent Musalmān anal muscles had gripped my Uncut Hindu Penis strongly, vehemently.
I smiled my assurance to her.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs had started to lick her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt already.
At first he wanted to object but he realized the futility of the step.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had raised her status ultimately.
She wasn’t now a shill, a hostess of any damn gambling house at Las Vegas, Nevada.
She was at least Durgesh’s mistress now.
And Durgesh was the most powerful man now everywhere.
He was not only a multi zillionaire now, he was the Mayor of Ved Nagar too.
Of course, he wasn’t the President or Prime Minister of any country.
Yet, the entire king makers of every country have deliberately managed their daughters, sisters and/or other Musalmān houseladies to join Durgesh’s ever expanding Sex Empire.
Why the hell shouldn’t he pose himself unresponsive to what Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is doing?
Why oppose it?
Why shouldn’t he ignore it?
His sisters, cousins and Ammī already belong to Durgesh’s Sex Empire.
Let his wife too belong to it.
What’s the big thing there, if any?
She would never return to Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
Then why antagonize her?
Even Imām Muħammad Ħasan has compromised with Durgesh in this matter.
Hasn’t he?
Then who the hell is Al Nadīm Al Quddūs?*

Enjoying my Uncut Hindu Prick buried to the hilt into her gorgeous ardent Musalmān ass, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus remembered:
Her relatives flooded into the house.
I grimaced.
It was to interrupt my sex life with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus for almost a week at least.
Yes, I didn’t approach her first.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus approached me instead.
Yet, it didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy sex with her optimum.
I greeted her relatives reluctantly.
The older ladies gave me wet kisses and the younger ladies pressed their beautiful Musalmān tits on my wide, strong, Hindu male chest.
I grimaced again.
The ladies were accompanied by their husbands, boyfriends, or sons who carried the supplies for thanksgiving week.
I was concentrated on the Al Makkah Al Mukarramah Sex Contest.
During commercials I would check out the younger exceedingly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ladies over by the kitchen.
I had promised Al Safiyah Al Ghaus that I would not run up to my room like I always did when her relatives visited.
It’s not that I didn’t like them.
The problem was that they asked the same foolish questions every time.
I just didn’t like to update them on my Musalmān Beauties, their career choice, and relationships with me.
Looking at their beautiful superb Musalmān asses I began to wonder about what they wore underneath.
Well, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had beautiful female relatives.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was constantly hard watching them.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus herself looked gorgeous in her maroon long sleeve v-neck and those tight denim jeans.
I knew Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was wearing a black and red thong that wedged between her cheeks.
I had seen her put it on this morning.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus and Al Nadīm Al Quddūs were not divorced even yet, but they had not lived together too in a long time now.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was mainly an irresponsible, lame, and lousy man from what I had seen in my 64 year old life.
He would show up once in a blue moon for some trivial activity, but he would spend the holidays elsewhere.
It was getting pretty loud and annoying in the living room.
I decided to make a break for it.
I nonchalantly stood up from the couch and grabbed my juice as I looked around for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
I spotted Al Safiyah Al Ghaus in the kitchen and quickly went up the stairs to escape the incoming foolish questions.
I was finally relaxing and enjoying the Contest when I heard a knock on my door.
My first thought was that I should have locked the damn door.
“Come in.” Before I finished speaking, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s dumbass cousin barged in with a drink and a bag of chips.
He sat down on the floor as if he owned the place.
I was already thinking of a way to get him out of my room.
“Damn, the bookies are doing really good this year.”
Ved Nagar was winning by 3 possessions.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s cousin continued munching on his chips.
I didn’t really have a close relationship with him, but I knew he was a dumbass from the days we used to spend together in Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt‘s house.
The Contest was coming to an end.
The small talk between us would hopefully end soon too.
“Aunt Kħālidah Gul Ħasan is looking real good today, right?”
Kħālidah Gul Ħasan was Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s sister-in-law.
She was too all attractive to me.
“If you say so.” I didn’t know what he was getting at with that comment.
However, I didn’t care too much either.
“But she is not hotter than your Al Safiyah Al Ghaus though, you know if she wasn’t your Al Safiyah Al Ghaus I would be licking her up.” He made slurping noises and laughed as he turned to look at me.
“Don’t even think about it faggot, well the Contest is basically over so why don’t you head downstairs with the family.”
As he got up to leave the room I whispered some cuss words and shook my head.
Alone in my room with the TV turned off and the woman of my dreams downstairs, my hand reached down to touch my growing proud erection.
I made sure the door was locked as I made my way to the bathroom.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus‘s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was itself available to me now, but I was not getting it for a week.
I pulled my shorts down and began pissing off.
My eyes opened when I heard noise outside my room.
It was around 9 pm.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was probably showing everyone their room for the night.
They would be crowded.
I just hoped that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus would not put anybody in our room.
Durgesh, open the door, it’s me.” I recognized Al Safiyah Al Ghaus‘s voice.
I pulled up my shorts.
When I opened the door, I was glad to see that it was only her entering the room.
“What were you doing, Durgesh?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus slipped off her shoes and loosened her dark brown hair.
She sat down next to me and reached for my shoulders with her delicate hands.
“I was pissing since you were busy with your family.”
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at my response then she looked back at the door knob.
I followed her eyes to the door and realized what she was thinking.
I moved back to rest my back on the headboard.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus gave me a naughty grin as she pulled down my shorts.
My 9 inches stood proudly in the cold room and my head oozed with pre-cum.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus got on all fours and dove down on my throbbing Hindu member.
She ran her beautiful Musalmān tongue once over my Hindu pee hole and then swirled her tongue all over my purple head.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus made a small o with her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and went down on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
My head widened her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, but she kept her pink lips sealed as tightly as possible.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus started taking inch by inch of my Uncut Hindu Shaft as she moved her hair behind her ears.
Half way through my Uncut Hindu Shaft she started working up again towards my tip.
She undid her jeans and moved her hand in between her legs.
Now she was softly moaning and working her way back down with her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Her hot Musalmān mouth went 3/4ths of the way down then sucked all the juices on the way up as I grabbed the top of her head.
This type of sensual sucking I’m sure can only be performed by Al Safiyah Al Ghaus only.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus let my Uncut Hindu Dick out of her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with a loud pop and then climbed on top of me.
She positioned herself in the famous 69 as I spread her jean covered glorious Musalmān ass.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus placed her hands on my thighs and began slurping my Uncut Hindu Lund head back into her lovely Musalmān mouth.
Slowly swallowing my Uncut Hindu Cock she rubbed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy through her thong.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus made a few gagging sounds as saliva spilled out of her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth into my Hindu groin.
The determination to deep throat me kept her going down until she reached the base of my 9 inch Uncut Hindu Cock.
Her head came back up with a loud gasp and more saliva coming from her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
This time she quickly enveloped my Uncut Hindu Cock and was once again touching down with her beautiful nose.

I squeezed her exceptionally attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass as my Hindu balls gathered the massive load that was about to shoot up into her terrifically exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I thrust my hips upward.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus pushed down on my thighs as my Uncut Hindu Cock started erupting my hot Hindu cum into her Musalmān throat.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus stayed down on my Uncut Hindu Dick for as long as possible then she came up to gasp for air.
The juices fell out of her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth down to her neck and to my thighs.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus turned around to face me with a smile and I saw her beautiful cheeks full of our bodily fluids.
A string of my Hindu cum was coming out through her right nostril.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus laughed as she wiped her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with a pillow.
I followed her to the bathroom were we finished cleaning up.
“Eīshān, God, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, that was amazing.” I smiled.
She mumbled a response while blowing her nose.
I grabbed her hips and helped her up to the counter.
We wrestled tongues as I kept working her clit with my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Sweetie, what are we making for dinner?” That was Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt, speaking from outside the door.
If she only knew what her daughter was doing inside the room.
I kissed Al Safiyah Al Ghaus on the forehead and helped her down to her feet.
“How do I look?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was cleaned up and looking stunning as usual.
She looked at herself in the mirror and I playfully slapped her exceptionally attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass as a sign of approval.
We hurried to open the door and found Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt, looking at her recipe book.
“Sweetie, what happened to your lipstick?”
In the rush of the moment, we had not noticed the damn lipstick.
“I was uh, eating a blow pop.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus licked her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and ushered us to the stairs.
I looked around to make sure no one was looking and I pinched Al Safiyah Al Ghaus‘s gorgeous exquisite Musalmān ass while Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Ammī, Al Saħar Al Zakāt, made her way down the stairs.

Chapter 56
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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


Ved Nagar: 54

Midterm 2012

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 54

Durgesh Al Zohrah Al Bittol
Durgesh ACP Suraiyā Jamāl

Durgesh Al Safiyah Al Ghaus
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at Al Zohrah Al Bittol smiling cunningly.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed at her.
“Look at me as much as you please.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol cooed, “You can’t do anything whatsoever, nevertheless. I am on anticipatory bail, I’ve told you already.”
“You said you jumped out of bed, grabbed the gun and didn’t even wait to put a robe on?”
“That’s right.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol kept fucking me smiling at ACP Suraiyā Jamāl triumphantly, “I came flying up the companionway and was just approaching the bow when I saw a vague figure swaying this way and that, apparently engaged in a struggle of some sort.”
“A figure?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl asked sarcastically.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol grimaced.
“I refuse to answer your insulting questions. You are trying to irritate me. I would prefer to give my testimony in a competent court.”
“That’s what you think.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled tartly.
“That’s what I’m going to do. You don’t have any legal right to insult and humiliate me.”
“It’s not you that’s taking this attitude to a responsible police officer.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said smirking, “It’s Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis visiting your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt that’s letting you fly so high.”
“I’m glad you have eyes at least, even if you don’t have any manners whatsoever.”
“I may request to cancel your bail.”
“Oh, sure. Go ahead. Do everything on the earth you are capable of. If you really get it canceled I’d wash your feet and drink the water that is used in washing them.”*

ACP Suraiyā Jamāl smiled.
She wasn’t born yesterday.
She realized the truth in Al Zohrah Al Bittol’s voice.
So, Al Zohrah Al Bittol was really innocent?
Despite she was on the deck when Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was overboard,
Despite she had a revolver in her hand, Despite Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard an ‘explosion of some sort.
Did Durgesh deliberately stage this improbable story for her?
Why?
The night was filled with sounds of hectic activity now.
Opening and closing doors and frightened feet sounded in the passageways and on the companionways.
The swift babble of voices kept up an incessant, a nonstop, chatter.
Moreover, cutting through all of the sounds of confusion, my crisp, authoritative voice was giving orders.
The motorboats had been lowered to the water and engines started.
Each of them cruised in a series of questing circles around the ship.
“The figure was apparently engaged in a struggle of some sort,” Al Zohrah Al Bittol repeated, “but I saw only the one figure.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl stopped herself with efforts, not to smirk.
What was the use?
Al Zohrah Al Bittol would again stop telling her story.
Shouldn’t at least she listen to it?
She saw only the one figure.
Yet, it was engaged in a struggle of some sort.
With whom the hell was it struggling then?
Nonsense!
Al Zohrah Al Bittol realized the question her statement generated.
“The other one must have been below the deck.” Al Zohrah Al Bittol advanced her assumption.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl looked at me pleadingly.
“Go on,” I grabbed the splendid heavy buttocks of Al Zohrah Al Bittol and arched my waist up.
My Uncut Hindu Penis penetrated her ardent Musalmān Cunt as a spear as if.
Her bottom was coming down at the same time.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol shouted in superb ecstasy.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What the hell are you doing to me?”
I caressed her buttocks and kissed her on her lips passionately.
She controlled herself and resumed.
Now, her up and down motion had stopped.
She was sitting on my Uncut Hindu Penis swallowing it entirely into her Musalmān Cunt.
I was enjoying the honor myself too to its utmost extent.
“Just before I got there,” Al Zohrah Al Bittol continued, “the man lurched and fell overboard. I screamed involuntarily as I heard the splash. Then there was the sound of an explosion and a series of splashing noises. By the time I had reached the bow. I could hear my name being called now.”
I was listening to her gravely.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at each other.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was alone, after me, that was too listening to it gravely.*

Al Zohrah Al Bittol watched me, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī and ACP Suraiyā Jamāl.
Then she went on,
“I bent over the rail. I could see now a figure of a man in the water. It was floundering around aimlessly. It was floundering as if it was wounded badly and was trying to swim desperately.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at me.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī also looked at me.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl did smirk again, as if asking me,
‘If Al Zohrah Al Bittol is really innocent how Al Muħammad Al Qāsim would have been wounded?
Why was he trying to swim desperately?
Who the hell wounded Al Muħammad Al Qāsim if not Al Zohrah Al Bittol?’
I was reading the questions on their faces.
But I didn’t ask Al Zohrah Al Bittol anything.
She went on,
“Then the figure moved into the oval of light that was coming from a porthole in the forecastle and I could see his face. He was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, my husband. He seemed partially paralyzed. He called me and tried to call out a message. I couldn’t hear what he said. His voice was almost inaudible. Abruptly he ceased to struggle and was swept down by the current under the overhang of the bow. I thought he was coming down the starboard side. I ran that way. Unfortunately, apparently, he drifted down the port side.”
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl grimaced.
“Unfortunately, it doesn’t conform to the facts as they must have happened.”
Al Zohrah Al Bittol smirked.
“I sympathize with you.”
“I beg your pardon?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly.
“That the facts don’t understand how compulsory it is to obey you.”
“When Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis is inside your Musalmān Cunt you can fly in sky very high.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl commented drily.
Al Zohrah Al Bittol laughed.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim couldn’t have been telephoning from the bow of the yacht. It was virtually impossible.” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl said curtly”*

There were no vacant chairs at the dinner.
Sheeted rain lashed against the portholes.
The guests who made merry with colored paper caps, balloons and pasteboard horns lacked spontaneity.
Their merriment seemed merely a forced attempt to comply with maritime, nautical, conventions.
Awfully striking lady robot waitresses felt their way, a few steps at a time, half-filled dishes carried in deep serving trays.
Fucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and dining, I looked across where Muħammad bin Qāsim and his Hollywood heroine wife, Al Taufīq Al Fatimah, were entertaining Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim, Vikram Bachhalyā, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, Pratāp Bachhalyā and Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah were also there with Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.

With darkness, the faint mist that had been forming on the water thickened into fog, and as we sat down to dinner the hoarse fog whistle boomed out its eerie, unnerving, warning.
Thereafter at regular intervals through the meal the fog whistle served to remind us that we were on the water and a fog was settling down.
“Doesn’t look as though we’ll get back tonight.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah said.
“Wouldn’t you tackle it in a fog?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus enquired.
“Not unless I have to.” I pulled nude Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to me.
She laughed ecstatically and pushed her extremely glorious nude Musalmān bottom into my nude Hindu male lap.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smilingly deserted it for Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
My Uncut Hindu Penis made a sound of ‘pluck’ as it came out of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s thirty two years old young Musalmān Cunt.
It was heavily anointed with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt juices.
As soon as Al Safiyah Al Ghaus positioned her immensely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt against the tip of my Uncut Hindu Penis and pushed, my thoroughly lubricated Uncut Hindu Penis immediately entered into Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs could not watch it.
He averted his eyes immediately.
“Slut,” he murmured to himself.
Yet, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus had heard it.
She laughed humiliating Al Nadīm Al Quddūs immensely and started fucking me herself vigorously, energetically, dynamically, forcefully, and strongly.
I put my hands on her glamorous nude Musalmān waist.
Yet, it was not necessary.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus herself was vigilant enough that my Uncut Hindu Penis must never come out of her Musalmān Cunt entirely, and it must penetrate her Musalmān Cunt vigorously instead without any hindrance whatsoever it may be.*

Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was feeling himself immensely insulted.
But what could he do?
Even before his marriage with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, he knew she loved immense sex.
He thought he could provide him the same.
He was too confident of his manly potency living in extreme over confidence.
He was too obsessed with Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s devastating Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty that he thought he could make love to her till infinity.
Hell, he could not, practically ever.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus wanted more and more sex from him.
Her first husband had committed suicide due to intense shame he faced when he could not satisfy Al Safiyah Al Ghaus sexually.
Now, Durgesh is providing her even more sex than even Al Safiyah Al Ghaus could digest.
How crazy Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was for Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund getting into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She undressed herself while Durgesh was fucking his Practical Chief Wife, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Why Al Safiyah Al Ghaus did so?
To seduce Durgesh herself.
Isn’t it?
And when Durgesh saw her nude Musalmān beauty and pulled Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to him, how ecstatically she laughed, positioned Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund herself between the ravenous quivering ever greedy lips of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
How ecstatically Al Safiyah Al Ghaus is pushing her ever magnificent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān bottom to Durgesh’s ever sexy nude Hindu male lap.
She is swallowing Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund deepest every time she thrust back her bottom, into her extremely greedy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her eyes are brightest when Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund is deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
They lost their brightness as Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund left her Musalmān Choot.
But they were again brightest when Durgesh Uncut Hindu Lund is again deepest back into her still greedy still ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Suddenly he realized the persons were gathering in a wide circle around Durgesh and Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, fucking Durgesh ravenously entirely unashamed of herself.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs was horrified.
Allah, no.
Nooooooooooooooo!
Everyone would ask who she is.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs would die of shame.*

Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had said,
“Don’t trust the bitch. Fuck her and enjoy her beautiful body. But never trust the bitch. She’s a snob. Ever notice how it happens that people who have real background and breeding are considerate, tolerant, and broad-minded, while people who haven’t anything except money that they didn’t earn themselves, are intolerant? That’s my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, you fuck wildly, I guess.”
I tried to say something but Al Muħammad Al Qāsim raised his hand and stopped me.
“Listen to me, please; I’m your father in law too.”
I looked at him gravely.
“My entire daughters, except Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, love you. She loved Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand and married him. My Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, has got about the nicest figure I’ve ever seen on a woman. And I’ve too seen lots of them.
“Never underestimate my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, Durgesh. She uses her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body as her ever best weapon. When you fuck her she is the most capable and even having all the smartness you are less capable than her, because your Uncut Hindu Lund is inside her ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.”
I smiled.
“Sorry for using those words, but that’s it.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said bitterly, “That woman enjoys your Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, but it sharpens her brain.”
I laughed.
“You don’t believe me? Try to test what I’m telling you. The more you fuck my Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, the sharper is her already ever smart brain. She made Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, to disinherit his own daughter when he was fucking the bitch. Never underestimate her, I repeat. She’s smart. My Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, is chain lightning! She’s got her eye on a big slice of money, and Bhāījān, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, hasn’t waked up yet, despite the fact that he has lost his daughter to me.
“That’s all right. Let him sleep. He has paid for a dream. As long as he’s enjoying the dream, why grab him by the shoulder and bring him back to the grim realities of existence?”*

I grabbed her waist and started fucking her myself too.
Her extremely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was one of the perfect homes for my Uncut Hindu Penis.
After fucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to my heart’s content, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was an extremely pleasant replacement to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān Cunts were extremely ravenous for my Uncut Hindu Penis.
Yet, they both had their own individualities too.
I knew now why Al Safiyah Al Ghaus was so ravenous for me.
Neither of her Musalmān husbands could fuck her even properly.
Her vaginal grip around my Uncut Hindu Penis was almost virginal.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was penetrating her first time properly.
It was natural she loved me more now than either of her incompetent Musalmān husbands.
“You are my husband now, not Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, the impotent.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus whispered to me.
I smiled and kissed her on her beautiful lips.
“Thank you, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.”
“It’s my pleasure, Durgesh darling.”
“Well,” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed suddenly, “you both are made for each other, doubtlessly. Nevertheless, I can’t stay all night.”
She glanced at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah too.
“Well,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed, “I don’t think we have much choice in the matter, Bājī.”
I smiled at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
Then still fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus vigorously, I assured Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, don’t worry. I’ve plenty of room. We can put everybody up nicely.”
“Look here,” Muħammad Ůsmān interrupted, “what’s the idea behind this thing? Almost all of us know very well that at this season of the year, there’s always fog and rain even, on this part of the sea.”
“Yet, you accepted the invitation.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Muħammad Ůsmān contemptuously.
“Not always,” Muħammad bin Qāsim interrupted hastily.
He was the one who accepted the invitation, not Muħammad Ůsmān.
Muħammad Ůsmān had only agreed to it.
“Don’t worry,” Muħammad Ůsmān said sarcastically, “after fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus to his heart’s content, Durgesh would fuck you too. I’d request him to oblige you too.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah sympathized with him.
“Thank you. So, ultimately you are absolutely impotent now?”
I interrupted to stop the hot exchanges between Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah and Muħammad Ůsmān.
“Well, Muħammad Ůsmān is right somewhat, Muħammad bin Qāsim. It’s not always, but it’s nearly always. However, Muħammad Ůsmān, I can get out the ship and put you ashore at a little town on a Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Island, about ten miles upstream. There’s an airline that will get you back to Ved Nagar.”
“That would be deuced uncomfortable.” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Muħammad bin Qāsim is just recovering from a case of stomach trouble.”
“Food poisoning,” Muħammad bin Qāsim interrupted.
“Well,” I announced still pumping Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, now even more severely, “I’m not going to risk the safety of the ship and the convenience of the other guests. Muħammad Ůsmān, you can get in a launch and get an interurban if you want to.”
“I don’t want to.” Muħammad Ůsmān said furiously, “Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is still my wife. I can’t leave her behind for you to fuck her as if she is a slut, not my respected Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed and licked my Uncut Hindu Lund coming out of Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“It’s very tasty. Muħammad Ůsmān, come on, taste for yourself.”
“Go to hell.” Muħammad Ůsmān shouted back to her.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah winked at him.
“Sorry, Muħammad Ůsmān. You’ve to go alone there. I can’t and won’t accompany you ever now.”
Muħammad Ůsmān gritted his teeth.
Muħammad Ůsmān,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly, “sit here and enjoy life. Durgesh, you said you have some champagne on ice?”
“I don’t talk business when I drink.” Muħammad bin Qāsim declared.
“All right,” still fucking Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, I pulled Al Taufīq Al Fatimah too to me, squeezed her immensely rich Musalmān buttocks and kissed her on her red crimson lips, “Muħammad bin Qāsim, what’s your proposition?”

Chapter 55
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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


Ved Nagar: 27

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 27

Durgesh Bābarah Åālamgīr
Durgesh Taufīq Fātimah
Durgesh Zubaydah Bābar
Durgesh Nishāt Nāzli

Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed apologetically and added.
“Sorry, Dūlhā Bhāī. Even while you are the Chairman of HVSI Group of Companies, and you are a multi zillionaire, my wife Taufīq Fātimah and my friend, Bābarah Åālamgīr, both wanted to be present here. Bābarah Åālamgīr is interested in…”
“My Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.” I said curtly.
“Well,” Muħammad bin Qāsim hesitated somewhat, “she is already living with you with her lady friends even, so I thought…”
“You blame me usually that I am a communal Hindu. To satisfy my communal Hindu lust, I fuck the horniest extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties. You never believed it was exactly otherwise. Now, watch yourself. Bābarah Åālamgīr and your own wife, Taufīq Fātimah, both are using you to fuck me.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was dumbfounded.*

Taufīq Fātimah laughed.
Bābarah Åālamgīr, I had warned you. Didn’t I?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was startled.
“Sorry, Taufīq Fātimah. I couldn’t believe Durgesh didn’t fuck even you.”
“Well,” Taufīq Fātimah smiled, “Durgesh exactly never refused to fuck me. But he wants me to plead with him for it.”
“Nonsense.” I said.
Yet I didn’t tell him that Bābarah Åālamgīr was actually my witness and I understood it very well that Taufīq Fātimah was Muħammad bin Qāsim’s witness actually.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted to be present themselves but I advised them not to do so.
“I suggest everyone to come to the point.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said, “Even if us Musalmān Beauties’ Hindu Piyā is right, he hasn’t come here to fuck us.”
“That’s right.” Muħammad bin Qāsim grabbed the opportunity.
However, he was gritting his teeth actually that Bābarah Åālamgīr and Taufīq Fātimah both were using him as a stepladder to fuck me.
It meant his Hindu Jījū’s claim was correct irrefutably.
It was really exactly otherwise than he claimed until now.
Durgesh wasn’t fucking Musalmān Beauties initially, Musalmān Beauties were fucking Durgesh actually.
Yā Allah!
Yā Allah!
How mistaken he was about the morals of the horny Musalmān Beauties even.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was the daughter of Jamīlah Aurangzeb, Durgesh’s live in relationship partner.
Durgesh thought Bābarah Åālamgīr was thus his stepdaughter somewhat.
He refused to fuck Bābarah Åālamgīr.
But Bābarah Åālamgīr wanted Durgesh herself.
She never accepted Durgesh’s refusal.
She is still trying to convince Durgesh that she is the perfect wife for him even while Durgesh is sixty three and Bābarah Åālamgīr is twenty nine only.
Taufīq Fātimah has married him on a condition that he would produce a porn movie costarring Durgesh and Taufīq Fātimah, Muħammad bin Qāsim’s own wife.
Moreover, his own Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, will direct it.
Yā Allah!
Yā Allah!*

I laughed.
“Maybe I should say no just so I could watch.”
But even as I said it, I moved around to view the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot offered to me.

“Come on, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt; hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Just do her a little. Make her cum then save the rest for later.” Bābarah Åālamgīr offered and reached out.
Moreover, to my surprise, Bābarah Åālamgīr grasped my Uncut Hindu Cock boldly and pulled it toward her friend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
I had little choice but to follow and soon found myself behind my new Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend with Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, guiding my Uncut Hindu Prick into her.

I slid in easily and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās sighed as I hit the bottom.
Bābarah Åālamgīr had released me but drew her hand away wet with Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s juices and as she brought her hand to her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, she licked it clean.
I watched the sight and started to work my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān hole in front of me.
Bābarah Åālamgīr never moved away.
Now being bolder more and more, Bābarah Åālamgīr stayed right next to us, running her hands down her friend’s body and my body, occasionally around her front, to slide across a Musalmān tit or down between us, to touch my Uncut Hindu Cock on the backstroke.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! This is incredible.’ I thought. ‘Here I am fucking a 29 year old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauty and Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, is watching and helping us. So Hot! Isn’t it?’
I felt Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās tighten up and clamp down on me as she came.
Then realizing how close I was to my own orgasm, I called out,
“I’m gonna cum!”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās immediately pulled herself off me and called out,
“In my mouth this time, please Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās dropped her quivering crimson Musalmān lips over my Uncut Hindu Cock and started to suck.
The little bit of pressure was all I needed.
I shot my wad into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
As I finished Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās slid off me leaving a little string of cum running from her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth to my Uncut Hindu Prick.
She looked at Bābarah Åālamgīr, leaned over and kissed her in a passionate swapping of my Hindu cum.
Then they broke the kiss and both swallowed my Hindu cum greedily.
The sight nearly got me hard again.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls giggled and kissed again before jumping out of bed.
“I’ll use the shower downstairs. I need to get dressed today and all my clothes are down there.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās skipped out of the room.
Bābarah Åālamgīr leaned over and kissed me, smiled at me and she too walked out of the room.*

I looked at Muħammad bin Qāsim.
What a damn fool he was.
He was so obsessed with the extraordinary Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān beauty of a Hollywood star that he even consented to produce her porn movie with me.
He even convinced his own father, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, to direct the bloody porn movie.
To what extent Pseudo Islam had brought down a Musalmān husband and a Musalmān father in law.
Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!
“All right, what’s your proposition, my dear Sālé, Muħammad bin Qāsim?” I asked.
I was careful not to smirk, however.
“Well,” feeling somewhat awkward, Muħammad bin Qāsim managed to say, “Jījū, Dūlhā Bhāī, of course, we don’t want to stand in the way and…”
“Never mind the preliminaries.” I smiled gallantly, “Bābarah Åālamgīr, Taufīq Fātimah, you and I, all of us must drop all the diplomatic approach among us. We know each other very well. Bābarah Åālamgīr is my live in relationship partner, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter by her previous marriage. I’m feeling somewhat awkward to have sex with her. Yet she is adamant to win her live in relationship with me. She has managed to swallow my Hindu Vīrý even using her friend Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās. Bābarah Åālamgīr isn’t interested in business as much as she is interested in her permanent live in relationship with me, replacing her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb.”
“That’s right,” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled boldly.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was startled.
Or, at least, he acted to be.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr, you said you need Durgesh to establish your own media empire as HVSI has successfully done globally even.” Muħammad bin Qāsim looked at Bābarah Åālamgīr quite surprised.
“Sure,” she smiled, “my Abbū, Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, have promised me to help in establishing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah if I do establish my own media empire. I need Durgesh’s help in it. He is experienced. He has already done it for HVSI.”
“And why do you want to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim felt himself humiliated somewhat.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has successfully converted former Saůūdī Årab now in Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. I appreciate her stupendous success very much and I want her to help in her sacred movement to establish Democracy in the rest of the Pseudo Islamic countries as well.”
“I see.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said curtly.
I smiled.
“Similarly, your wife, Taufīq Fātimah, is not interested initially in business.”
“To hell with your damn business.” Taufīq Fātimah admitted bitterly, “I’m an actress and I love my profession more than even my life. Yet, I too want to enjoy a happy married life with Durgesh as my husband.”
“That’s what I suspected.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said, “You promised me if I produce a porn movie, directed by my Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, starring you with Durgesh, you’d be as grateful to me as you’d never leave me being my wife.”
“I am true to my promise.” Taufīq Fātimah smiled, “I’m still your wife, am I not? Even while I know you love Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s and Rājesh Rājpūt’s Uncut Hindu Lunds in your feminine Musalmān ass.”
“Well, I accept I am a bisexual. And I am not ashamed of it.”
“So,” I smiled, “actually none of us is interested in business. I want to do what Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is interested in, because she has cuckolded Muħammad Ůsmān for me, despite the fact I hate to cuckold anyone.”
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t do any such thing.” Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed, “It was her younger sister Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah who kidnapped you and raped successfully. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah never appreciated Muħammad Ůsmān. She convinced Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah to cuckold Muħammad Ůsmān for you. However, what’s wrong in cuckolding anyway? Isn’t it more human and lovelier to have a permanent threesome with your wife’s lover, if you can’t satisfy your wife sexually completely, yet you still love her?”*

I dressed to run my errands.
As I was preparing to leave, I called out to the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls that I was leaving.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās ran up, in her panties and gave me a hug and kiss before I left.
“I know Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli are going to try to bang you while I’m gone. It’s Ok if you want to. I don’t mind. So don’t think that you’ll be cheating on me, or anything. Just have a good time.”
As Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās turned to go she grasped my Uncut Hindu Cock through my pants and gave me a squeeze then returned to finish dressing.
Bābarah Åālamgīr leaned on the wall smirking at me.
“You’re getting more young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choots these couple of weeks, than you did the whole time you were living in Live in relationship to my Ammī. Aren’t you?” Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed. “Have fun, we’ll see you later.”
I left shaking my head.
‘Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, sure as hell, grew up, didn’t she?’ I said to myself.
Then I remembered where we were really going.
My mood changed.
I found myself a happy man once more.
Happy at the thought that Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr would soon have permanently here where I lived in my present body.
It was the logical thing for both of them to stay with me.
I would have them both full time.
Then I won’t have to care for their safety from the communal Pseudo Musalmīn, and/or terrorists and criminal/ criminal minded Musalmīn.
As I drove to my various errands, I rolled the events of the last few days around in my mind.
I realized I was as happy about Bābarah Åālamgīr staying with me, as I was for Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
I also admitted to myself that I was ready to surrender to even Bābarah Åālamgīr now.
Now it was no use to refuse anymore.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was determined to replace her Ammī as my new Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Live in relationship Partner.
She was deliberately winning me.
Now I really did want to make love to her, often.
I almost did this morning in the shower.
I was inches away from bending her over and slipping inside her then.
Honestly, I was just waiting for her to make one move in that direction, one come on, just one sign that she wanted it as she had told me the night before.
Then again, when Bābarah Åālamgīr had stayed with us, while I banged Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, minutes later.
I had in fact intended on laying her down, as soon as I was finished with Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
However, when I came in Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s mouth, I lost my hardness, which was a rare event.
Yet it was not surprising however, after the previous night and earlier in the morning.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was right.
I was getting more young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choots in the last week than I had had previously.
I returned home shortly before noon and found that Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli had not returned from the beach yet.
I was surprised.
I half expected to find them both naked in my bed waiting for me.
I was actually relieved.
I wanted to be alone for some time now.
I had gotten up early and been running all morning, not to mention all the ashvinātam sex.
I was tired somewhat.
Yet, I changed into my bathing suit before I lay down on the bed to wait for them.
As might be expected, I dropped off to sleep almost immediately.

I woke later to find that Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli had joined me.
Both were wearing their swimsuits.
Nishāt Nazli had her usual almost nothing thong and surprisingly Zubaydah Bābar was wearing a relatively modest bikini.
Both were asleep but apparently, lightly as when I moved they both woke.
“Hi,” Nishāt Nazli said muzzily, “you looked comfortable so we decided to lie down and wait for you. Too much sun and ocean. We got tired.” She reached her arm across my chest and ran her hand over me while she talked.

Zubaydah Bābar had her hand on my leg.
She was stroking my thigh.
“So are you hungry?” she asked. “We were, so we ate when we got back. We can have my cook make you something.”
“No thanks. I just lay down to wait for you and must have dropped off. I didn’t mean to make you miss the beach time.” I offered.
“That’s Ok it was nice lying here with you. You’re a good bed friend. You don’t roll around or snore, well at least not much.” Zubaydah Bābar teased.
“So are we going to the beach or what?” I asked.
“That depends on if “or what” includes getting naked.” Nishāt Nazli answered.
She was still stroking my chest and belly.
However, once she said it, she slid her hand down inside my swim trunks to run her hand over my hardening Uncut Hindu Prick.
I smiled at her.
“Don’t you ever think about anything, but getting laid?”
“Yeah, I think about playing golf and getting laid by you, and eating and getting laid by you, and drinking and getting laid by you, and dancing and getting laid by you.” Nishāt Nazli winked at me significantly.
Zubaydah Bābar did not want to be left out.
She had moved her hand up the leg of my trunks.
She was fondling my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls now.
As Zubaydah Bābar did it, I laughed at Nishāt Nazli’s joke.
Then I put an arm around each, drew them close, and kissed them each.
“If you Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls keep up what you’re doing you’re going to make me make a mess in my trunks.”
“That would be a terrible waste of good Hindu cum.” Zubaydah Bābar offered as she drew her hand out and started working the ties on my trunks.
As we loosened, she and Nishāt Nazli slid them off me and down to my knees, exposing my Uncut Hindu manhood in its entire splendor.
Nishāt Nazli reached out and took me in hand, as I leaned over and kissed Zubaydah Bābar with a passionate tongue-swapping kiss.
As I held her in embrace, I reached back and unhooked her bikini top freeing her large Musalmān breasts.
Together we removed her top and Zubaydah Bābar began to squirm out of the bottom of her suit as Nishāt Nazli worked my Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand.

Nishāt Nazli could not resist the Hindu monster she was holding for long, shortly dropped her beautiful Musalmān head down, and took as much of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth as Nishāt Nazli could manage and began to bob on me.
While she sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock, Zubaydah Bābar and I had managed to remove Zubaydah Bābar‘s suit.
I had taken one of her Musalmān tits into my palm while my other hand probed Zubaydah Bābar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot sliding a finger deep inside her and using my thumb to tickle her ravenous Musalmān clit at the same time.
Zubaydah Bābar was humping herself onto my hand and already was lost in lust.
Nishāt Nazli was still working on giving me a grand blowjob when I reached down and urged her up to me.
She released my Uncut Hindu Lund and moved up to where I was playing with Zubaydah Bābar’s Musalmān tit.
I released her Musalmān tit and offered it to Nishāt Nazli.
She bent to her friend’s breast and began to lick and suck it into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth teasing the large extended nipple.
I replaced my finger with my Uncut Hindu Lund buried into Zubaydah Bābar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot working it and working her closer to orgasm.
I used my free hand to untie Nishāt Nazli’s top and free her from the confines of the tiny top she wore.
Then I turned my attentions to the thong she wore.
She tugged it down and off her, revealing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot mound to me.
I pushed and urged the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls together until Nishāt Nazli was perched on top of Zubaydah Bābar and still was sucking her Musalmān tits.
I had positioned them so that their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussies were together.
Now while I was still Penising Zubaydah Bābar they began to grind themselves together.
I let my Uncut Hindu Lund slide from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and up into Nishāt Nazli’s to check and make sure she was as wet and ready as Zubaydah Bābar was.
Zubaydah Bābar whimpered at the loss of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her still ravenous Musalmān Choot.

But the loss was not long and soon she felt my Uncut Hindu Prick probing her tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Twat, working its way up and down her tremendously attractive immensely pretty immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān slit as I kneeled between her Musalmān legs.
Then without further warning, I pushed and began to slide in.
Zubaydah Bābar responded with a loud immensely happy grunt and arched herself against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot that was still rubbing hers as my Uncut Hindu Cock worked its way inside Zubaydah Bābar.
It took me a bit of effort to get all the way inside, just as it had the night before in the hot tub, but soon I was all the way in and pumping away on her.
Zubaydah Bābar was lost in the grand sex with me.
She had my massive Uncut Hindu Cock filling her tiny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Twat so full it almost hurt and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend and lover was mashing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot into her own while she suckled on her breast.
She could feel her orgasm building as my Uncut Hindu Cock in her, pounded her Pakistani Musalmān insides, every stroke slamming against her cervix, bottoming out.
Soon it was there, her muscles wouldn’t respond and Zubaydah Bābar started to shudder then the release of fluids from her nether regions bathed my Uncut Hindu Cock in her cum, the word went gray and reality lost focus for a few seconds as her orgasm finished and spent itself.
The pounding slowed and lessened finally stopping as I withdrew from her.
However, I did not stop.
I raised my point of aim and slid all the way inside Nishāt Nazli with one stroke.
I held it there for a few seconds as she acclimated and stretched to accept me, before I started the relentless pounding in that Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Nishāt Nazli was busy enjoying the feeling of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend’s body as I pounded her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
She was sucking her massive Musalmān tits.
Licking the areoles then drawing the nipples into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth to grasp them in her teeth and bite down to send little tendrils of pain through her friend’s breasts.
My Uncut Hindu Cock worked on Nishāt Nazli.
She could feel Zubaydah Bābar moving underneath her as my Uncut Hindu Cock forced its way back and forth and the movement created a friction on her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot that in reality wasn’t much more than a tease to her.

Chapter 28

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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


Ved Nagar: 25

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 25

Durgesh Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās
Durgesh Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī
The Yacht

Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās laughed.
“My secretary can take care of it. Why the hell the ever greatest Durgesh is worried of it?”
“Okay. Let’s talk about something else.” I smiled, “Would you care to tell me what figure you received for the movie rights, for instance?”
“The media insists that I got one million dollars cash for you and one million dollars cash for myself too separately.”

I smiled.
“Well, we both know that’s not true. Even the media couldn’t surmise what the exact heavy remuneration we received for the movie rights.”
I entered.
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās squeezed my hardening Uncut Hindu Penis impishly.
“The media surmised but has been bribed to keep mum about the actual figure.”
“By you?”
“Sure, but not directly, through Shankar Mahāpralayankar instead.” Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās winked at me, “The media could double cross me, but not Shankar Mahāpralayankar.”
I laughed.
“Getting smart, don’t you?”
“The law of mutual inductance is working, Hindu Piyā.” she winked at me.
I squeezed her buttocks.
“What about the royalties?”
“Well,” she said, “royalties from the hard cover edition have been very satisfying, you know. However, the paperback edition that’s coming out is going to be the main source of income. It’s no secret, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. I have been given a guaranteed royalty for a period of ten years, payable in ten annual installments.”
“You think the book will be selling for ten years?”
“Why not? I think the book will be selling even more. It’s not only a book on sex. I have deliberately studied your writing style and tried my best to imitate you. It’s a book on humanity, Hindu Muslim Unity, Ved Nagar, Parapsychology, Eīshān Vigyān, Para humanity, etcetera.”
“You seem to be quite confident.” I smiled, “Your corrupt politician Musalmān husband, Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī, didn’t feel humiliated? He didn’t object that you have boldly written a book about your extramarital affair with me?”
“We aren’t living in a feudal era anymore.” Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās laughed, “If he doesn’t approve of my love life with you, he can ask for divorce. What the hell any more can a husband do to his wife on her extramarital affair?”
I watched her.
“Not legally. You are right.”
“Not even illegally. I have eaten milk and rice with Shankar Mahāpralayankar from a common plate. Shankar Mahāpralayankar is now my milk-shared brother. I put even Raxābandhan on Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s wrist. Shankar Mahāpralayankar has warned Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī already. If he doesn’t approve of my extramarital affair with you, Shankar Mahāpralayankar would never mind if he divorces me. But if anything sinister happens to me,Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī will sign his own death warrant thus.”*

I smiled.
“Very smart. I sympathize with poor helpless Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī.”
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās smiled at me cunningly.
“Planning to write other books?”
“Not so certain, yet.”
“Don’t you want to follow even your such a spectacular success?”
“After a while, perhaps. Nevertheless, you know, people essentially are hypocrites. They love to lecture about morality, but they love to read about immorality.
“An attractive young Musalmān woman writes a story about her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān heroine whose clothes keep coming off. The Musalmān female writer describes the resultant consequences in detail.
“The people are shocked.
“But that’s the point.
“People love to be shocked.”
I didn’t say anything.
Only smiled.
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās kept speaking in the same flow.
She was too enthusiastic now to stop.
In addition, why the hell shouldn’t she?
She married Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī when she was not as capable, as popular, as understanding, as smart and as resourceful, as ingenious, as she was now.
“If someone notices the bestsellers,” Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās continued to say, “and bothers to analyze them too carefully, s/he can’t miss to find that most of the sex books written by attractive women…”
“Why?” I interrupted teasing her playfully.
“Well,” she also became mischievous, “Because we women are sexier than you men.”
“Well, our Hindu studies too tally with your realization, but no one would believe you.”
“That’s right. I know it. That’s why I say the people hypocrites. They know so many cold and hard truths, yet they are too hypocrite, are at least too afraid, to accept them to themselves even when they are alone.”
“You are right.” I said gravely.
“Thanks. I was telling you that most of the sex books written by attractive women, whose photographs look very seductive on the dust jackets, are the stories that sell in big figures.
“Women readers love to read about sex more than the male readers, because most of us women are more hypocrites in this matter than you men. Our most hypocrite social system is responsible for it. It requires more morals from women than it requires from you males. You are praised everywhere, envied, and even role modeled, even by movie and television personalities and stars; because you have fucked most of the Beauties exist anywhere anytime, whether they are Musalmān Beauties or otherwise. However, Sidrah Aħmad is termed even a slut by most of the persons for she isn’t a One Man Woman. What a double standard. What a horribly hypocrite society we have.” Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās spit away in a dustbin.*

I watched her gravely.
Her husband, Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī, was listening to her attentively yet he didn’t want to come to the hall.
He hated both his wife, Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās, and me.
He hated his humiliation very much.
He was himself a man.
He has his own self-respect after all.
Didn’t he?
How the hell could he tolerate his own wife’s extramarital affair with me?
Yet what the hell could he do?
His wife was now smarter, shrewder, more capable, more resourceful, and more prudent and had even too much more money now, still flooding in more and more to her.
He couldn’t win her.
He was left too far behind his wife.
Only because she had a cunt and Durgesh fucked her.
He was a damn male.
He couldn’t get that easy money.

Muħammad Yūnus Saåīdī heard.
I was saying.
“Our present society is not actually homogeneous, Tasbīħ. It’s a heterogeneous society. Every Democratic society is bound to be a heterogeneous society.”
“So?”
“We must understand, for our own benefit, that we can’t have a common standard strictly, even if we want to do so. We are bound to have not only double standard but a multi standard society actually, whether we accept it boldly or not.”
“Why?”
“Because we are a Democratic society. We have to respect the standards the other persons have, whether we like them or not. I respect Sidrah Aħmad’s philosophy of life that she is ambitious to have sex with almost every Hindu male, though I’m strictly a man that actually respects and praises One Man Women.”
“Hey, I never knew that. Aren’t Sidrah Aħmad and you close friends, as close as you have sex mutually too?”
“So what? I think, perhaps, I don’t have any woman friend that isn’t as close to me as we have sex mutually. Even the women in my relations, even the Houseladies of my friends and foes have sexual relations with me. So, why not Sidrah Aħmad? What the hell has she done to harm me or other human beings?”
“Your friends don’t hate you that you enjoy sex with their own Houseladies?” Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās smiled.
“Some of them do.” I accepted, “Some of them have severed even their friendship with me and they are my worst critics and/or enemies too now. But they are helpless because as soon as they severe their friendship with me, their Houseladies turn also against them, and start ridiculing and humiliating them themselves.”
Tasbīħ Muħammad Åbbās watched me in an honest and sincere abundant admiration.
“I’ve never met anyone like you Durgesh. You are unique.”
“Thank you.”*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan had also been invited.
It was called a yacht, but actually, it was a large ship having almost every facility, Ved Nagar itself had.
Muħammad bin Qāsim represented Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company there.
The ‘yacht’ glided smoothly up the bay.
The throb of the big Eīshān Vaigyānic motors and the thrust of the propellers gave the sense of grand power underneath.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan realized that Eīshān Vigyān is succeeding largely whether Pseudo Musalmīn liked it or not.
It was succeeding despite a grand hatred of Pseudo Musalmīn.
The Musalmān Beauties were utmost fervent to greet it.
“It guarantees and establishes our own too much required and ever demanded freedom and importance.” Nafīsah Salmān had warned him, “I know you are a great man, but we Musalmān Beauties are getting more from Durgesh and/or other Hindus than you Pseudo Musalmīn can even offer us. Al Qur’an Al Kareem doesn’t say not to marry non-Muslim males. Al Qur’an Al Kareem is never communal. It says only:
Wa lā tunkiħū al musharikīn ħattā yu’minū.’
And don’t marry polytheistic men to your women until they bring Īmān.’
Al Qur’an Al Kareem: 2 Al Baqarah| 221
Durgesh is never a polytheist by any damn standard anyone may use, neither the other Vedic Monotheist Hindus are.”
“I agree with you, Nafīsah Salmān, word to word.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan, the great man of the time, said, “but what the damn difference my agreeing with you makes? Not even the slightest.”
“And you think we Musalmān Beauties should care for it? Have we damn cared ever of Pseudo Musalmīn? Are you suggesting us Musalmān Beauties too to turn communal as the Pseudo Musalmīn, after Yazīd Malåūn, turned in a hateful large number? We fought with the damn Yazīd Malåūnists ever and we would still continue our Jihad against them. If the Pseudo Musalmīn have surrendered to Yazīd Malåūn forever, damn them. We would keep fighting against Pseudo Musalmīn too with Durgesh and/or other Vedic Monotheist Hindus, with us. That’s what our daughter, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, is proposing as Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. What the hell else she is doing?”*

The teakwood decks, mahogany trim and comfortable deck chairs gave the passengers a sense of luxury, a quite enjoyment of the good things of life.
As Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī let me pilot around to meet the various guests, the lady lawyer realized that the multi zillionaire could hardly have selected a more propitious, a more favorable, occasion for compromising a potential lawsuit with Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.
Most of the guests knew the ship, or yacht, whatsoever the guests wanted to call it, was actually a personal gift to me from Dévarshi Sadan of HVSI.
Brahmarshi Sadan of HVSI had gifted me a personal spaceship.
Maharshi sadan of HVSI had gifted me a personal latest hover HVSI limousine.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.
She knew the gifts were actually the exhibition of the Eīshān Vaigyānic, scientific, and financial power HVSI Group of Companies possessed globally today.
The personal gifts to the Chairman indicated the power the HVSI Group of Companies enjoyed now.
She had tried her best to convince her younger brother, Muħammad bin Qāsim, not to fight with HVSI Group of Companies.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was furious.
HVSI Group of Companies is supporting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan blindly.”
“Oh, you don’t approve of it?”
“Her own Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, doesn’t approve of her proposed Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“She is now the new Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.”
“I know. Moreover, I know Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is after either purchasing the oil island or taking it on lease too as she has leased nine islands already.”
“For her Seven Movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī reminded him.
“She is establishing her damn Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah there.” Muħammad bin Qāsim shouted, “Can’t you see?”*

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī understood very well.
I not only did the environment make for friendly good feeling, but in the background, there was always a suggestion of financial power on my part sophisticatedly, yet ingeniously.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī acknowledged Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and Muħammad Ůsmān.
The fact that Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī wasn’t only related to the Al Muħammad Al Qāsim family, being an elder sister of Muħammad bin Qāsim, but she was even representing Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company legally, had brought a glimpse of latent hostility in Muħammad Ůsmān’s eyes.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī noted it and smiled.
The damn fool didn’t deserve to lead any Company whatsoever.
He was unable to hide his inner emotions, even courteously.
How could the stupid survive in the corporate world of constant nonstop business strategies and Diplomacy?
Muħammad Ůsmān, evidently, didn’t relish the idea of having lawyers checking on him.
I had gone the limit to have everyone aboard who was at all interested, even to Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah and her daughter, Shāhidah Muħammad Ůsmān.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was bubbling with youth and vigor, for a change.
Everyone who knew him, had never seen Muħammad bin Qāsim, in such a happy mood.
He was actually an incurable pessimistic.
It was really a surprise that he was bubbling with happiness, now.
Taufīq Fātimah, Muħammad bin Qāsim’s dynamic Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, met with me with even more bubbling youth and bliss, her husband was bubbling with.
She was twenty-eight, PhD, and definitely a lot smarter than Muħammad bin Qāsim was.
It was more than evident, Taufīq Fātimah married Muħammad bin Qāsim for his money, rather than for anything else.
She had golden hair, gray blue eyes and a friendly unspoiled manner.
I saw that cocktails were served.
“No business of any kind, please,” I smiled the warning, “Not until after dinner, if the honorable guests don’t mind. Then all of us concerned will sit down at the big table and discuss the matter in a friendly environment. No bitterness, however. I warn everyone. We are educated persons and we should act and behave mutually in a civilized manner. Any uncivilized act from anyone may cause him/her a great trouble, I warn everyone, please. It’s the first and last warning, ladies and gentlemen. Let’s hope I would have nothing to cause you trouble, because if I would have to, it would make the concerned person wish to die instead. Sorry for the hard talk, but it was necessary to warn you for once and all. Now, let’s relax and enjoy. My staff will take care of you all. Please don’t hesitate to tell them for anything you need. You are honorable guests of the Chairman of HVSI Group of Companies. Enjoy it optimum, please.”
I took them around on a tour of the yacht, showing them the various staterooms, mechanical gadgets and lounging rooms.*

I moved over to stand at the rail ultimately some time later.
I let the brisk breeze tingle me into a feeling of physical well-being.
We had left the bay behind and were now within the confines of the river.
The banks were less than a mile apart.
The pilot was guiding the ship between spar buoys that marked a rather treacherous channel.
The ship was moving forward at half-speed skimming through the water as smoothly as a game fish in a cool pool.
The day had been hot, dry, and cloudless.
Now, it was pleasant hot, not a scorching one.
Neither it was cold now.
The sky above was still a clear, deep blue.
I heard motion behind.
Then Muħammad bin Qāsim’s voice said.
“Jījū, you alone? What a miracle.”
I smiled.
“What do you mean, Sālé?”
“Not even a single sister of my infinite ones, is interested in you now. Isn’t it amazing?”
“You requested me to meet you here alone.”
“That’s right.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said gravely now, “Jījū, I think someone is trying to poison me, and deliberately trying to implicate and frame Taufīq Fātimah.”
“Yes, I myself suspect it.”
“Has Taufīq Fātimah talked with you about it?” Muħammad bin Qāsim asked me enthusiastically.
Muħammad bin Qāsim, we only tease each other. We don’t have any extramarital affair mutually.”
“Well, I’ve seen her grabbing your Uncut Hindu Penis and you playing with her boobs and buttocks.”
“She is a successful Hollywood heroine, isn’t she?”
“She says she has done some porn movies with you.”
“And you believe her?” I laughed, “Idiot, she is either only teasing you or boasting.”
“You haven’t fucked her?”
“If you really care about these things, why the hell you married a Hollywood Star?”
“Well,” Muħammad bin Qāsim hesitated.
“What?”
“You’ll laugh at me.”
“As if you care.”
“Yes, I do. I respect you, Jījū, very much. They call you ‘Nīlkanŧh’. I think it’s true. It needs too much manly vigor and indisputable bravery to give a chance to the women who have gone off track, either due to this way or due to that way.”
“It’s a drastic change in you, Muħammad bin Qāsim. Congratulations. Now, I think I should myself respect you.” I smiled at him appreciatively.
“You don’t need to. Instead, I need your help.”
“Yes?”
“Someone is trying his/her best to poison me and implicate, frame, Taufīq Fātimah.”
I watched him.
“You suspect anyone.”
“I’m not actually a real son of my present Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim. I am an adopted son.”
“I know.”
“I am actually his cousin’s son. My real Abbū expired and my Ammī married my elder uncle, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.”
“I know that too.” I said patiently.
“I suspect some of my legal sisters now; my real cousins however, don’t like the idea of sharing their father’s property with me.”
“I see.”
“Keep this information to yourself, please. Abbū and Ammī, if they knew it ever, would be immensely depressed of my nudist feminist legal sisters/ real cousins.”
“Don’t worry.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim extended his hand to me.
He held a sealed envelope in him.
“This is my affidavit stating that ‘if something happens to me ever, due to poison or otherwise, and it appears that my wife Taufīq Fātimah is involved, it’s only because she is framed up. I am dead sure that my wife, Taufīq Fātimah, isn’t responsible in any manner for my death.’ Would you assure me to protect Taufīq Fātimah if I die?”

Chapter 26
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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


Ved Nagar: 6

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

   Volume 2

Ved Nagar

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 6

Durgesh Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah

I smiled.

“Don’t want to tell me?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī watched me cunningly.

She wrapped her extremely beautiful nude legs around my nude Hindu male waist.

I found myself penetrating Hudā more,

“Well, I asked Muħammad bin Qāsim a few questions in order to get the picture.”

“And then?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.

I too smiled niftily.

“Then I told your foolish cousin to go to hell. I hate blackmailers.”

Hudā nodded.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was passionately, yet somewhat wildly, visiting the now successful defense attorney’s tight Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

“Now, what is your legal opinion?”

“Well, well, well.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī laughed, “Don’t tell me you really need that. Everyone says you are a legal wizard in almost every country’s penal code.”

“A second opinion should always be taken, Hudā darling. Sometimes we are overconfident and consequently we overlook some vital point thereof.”

“I don’t think my over ambitious cousin, Muħammad bin Qāsim, has a leg to stand on legally. He certainly wanted to score on Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah when he sent his agent to her. But it was unfortunate for Muħammad bin Qāsim that Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah had her account in HVSI Bank. His contract lapsed five months ago.”

“You are right.”

“I think there has been an abandonment of the premises.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled gravely squeezing the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Penis contracting her vaginal muscles, “I think there has been a termination of the lease by a mutual implied consent.”

“I don’t think the particular lease in question permits your over smart cousin, Muħammad bin Qāsim, to cure his default in the payment of rent, even if there hasn’t been any abandonment or mutual termination by implied consent.” I said gravely.

“And suppose, Muħammad bin Qāsim goes to court?”

“Against me? Against HVSI? I don’t think he’s a fool enough to do so.”

“But if he is?”

“Then we can lick your cousin.”

“How long?”

I smiled meaningfully, and kept fucking her, without answering.

“Go ahead,” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī said, “Won’t you let even me know of what you really are planning to do? You are not only a barrister; you are a businessman as well. Besides, you have a large number of the best legal brains of the time under HVS Law Internationals. It all helped you building a most successful financial empire too, as well as a spiritual empire, a Sex Empire and a political empire too.”*

I smiled sumptuously.

“Well, of course, it depends somewhat on the amount of opposition we meet, whether Muħammad bin Qāsim is simply running a naked bluff or whether he is willing to spend some money to try and hold us up.”

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī watched me scrutinizing.

“I think I know my cousin enough, at least to know that he’d spend some money to try and hold us up.”

“In that case, he’d lose his money too, as well as the case.” I announced firmly.

“You’ll see to it?”

“I’ll see to it. You’re damn right.”

“Allah bless the damnfool Muħammad bin Qāsim.”

I winked at her and increased my pace.

We enjoyed our lovemaking silently for some time.

Then I said.

“I keep so many firms of confidential investigators under retainer. Whenever a thing of this sort crops up, I try to find out something of the nature of the person I’m dealing with.”

Hudā deliberately kept silence.

Muħammad bin Qāsim, her cousin was foolish, she knew.

But he was such a fool that he would fight a court case against HVSI, and me she didn’t know.

I never lost a case, she knew.

HVSI, under my Life Chairmanship enjoyed the same reputation.

Well, let the idiot learn the hard way.

What the hell she could do?

Muħammad bin Qāsim’s own real sister, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, herself was my Live in Relationship Partner.

When even Al Zakāt Al Qāsim couldn’t explain him that, I was insurmountable, let him learn the hard way, himself.

I allowed her enough time to digest what I said.

Then I said.

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah did the right thing to retain you in the matter, Hudā. I’ve too many cases involving the life and death of so many Musalmān damsels in distress. I might don’t have enough time to represent her in this matter. However, we can still discuss it every now and then, and you can get my guidance even whenever it’s needed.”

Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī nodded.*

I went on.

“Your cousin, Muħammad bin Qāsim, is a promoter. He is shrewd as well as Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is concerned, but not as shrewd even as Ruqayyah’s younger sister Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah is.”

Hudā watched me appreciatively.

The entire scene when Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah came to her law office whirled in front of Hudā’s extremely beautiful eyes:

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah determinedly pushed open the door marked ‘Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, Attorney at Law, Entrance’, and then held the door for Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah lagged behind somewhat dubiously.

Of course, she hadn’t taken the five hundred dollars Muħammad bin Qāsim had sent to her so shrewdly.

He couldn’t dare to take advantage of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah so cleverly.

Why?

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah is shrewder than Muħammad bin Qāsim.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah is shrewder than Muħammad Ůsmān too.

Muħammad Ůsmān also is usually afraid of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

But neither Muħammad bin Qāsim nor Muħammad Ůsmān is afraid of Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.

Both of them daringly try to deceive her.

When the hell Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah would learn to build an image of her so that no person like Muħammad bin Qāsim and Muħammad Ůsmān ever dare to try to cheat on her.

When the hell Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah would learn to live her life independently?

At five minutes before three in the afternoon, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah had entered the one of the hugest buildings of HVSI in Ved Nagar.

It was the building of HVSI Bank.

As though her entrance had been an anticipated signal, a man in the dark blue pin stripe single breasted took from his breast pocket a leather wallet.

The wallet had worn shiny from much use.

Confidently and quite purposefully, he walked toward the line where Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah was standing.

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah was immediately all-alert.

She knew that man.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had deliberately shown her Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.

“Be aware of this young man, Bājī.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had said, “He is Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. He is the real brain behind the meteoric success of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company. There are rumors now that he is the next managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim deliberately planned to marry his daughter, Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim, to Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. He is Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s eldest sister’s son.”

“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s eldest sister’s son? Al Zubaydah Al Qāsim has married a Hindu?” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah had asked.

“Sure. So many of us Musalmān Beauties are marrying now Hindus. The Pseudo Musalmīn have ultimately disappointed us Musalmān Beauties to the extent.”

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah frowned abstractedly, absent mindedly, at the clock on the far wall.

It was an act however hopefully deceiving Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.

She wasn’t certain however that it would.

Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was an immensely communal Pseudo Musalmān.

He couldn’t marry one of his daughters to a Hindu if the Hindu wasn’t essential for his Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.

The Hindus are very shrewd.

Mahā Bhārat had already made them shrewder than the non-Hindus.

Divý Itihās, Durgesh Allah Durgesh Fātimah Durgesh Åāýéshah, has made them shrewdest.

Durgesh is the shrewdest man she has ever known in the entire history of humankind.

He is incredible.

He is a miracle.

Sometimes she doubts even whether whatever she hears of Durgesh is really true.

Aren’t Hindus experts in spreading rumors benevolent to themselves?

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled deliberately.

The line before the teller’s window shuffled slowly forward.

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah kept place with it.

She was looking up at the clock, from time to time, in the manner of one who was accustomed to devote an increasing amount of mental energy necessarily to rearranging the pattern of life, yet still finds the responsibility too great a strain.

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, in the blue pin stripe, moved up.

He was a cheerful faced young man.

She could easily have been deceived by his harmless, confidence generating appearance if Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah hadn’t warned her already.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was very smart.

Why the hell Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah wasn’t?

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was in his early thirties.

Or, at least it was what he looked.

Durgesh also looked in his early thirties always.

Yet, he claims to be sixty-three himself.

The appearance of these Vedic Monotheist Hindus is always deceptive.

Is their claim of truthfulness of Eīshān Vigyān really true?

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was wide-awake.

A keen student of character, such as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and Durgesh were, would have classified Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand as a savage, vicious little fighter who was capable even to stand up in an aggressive toe-to-toe slugging match, yet even then he’d wait for the opportunity he wanted, then be quick to seize the advantage.

That’s why he was so successful.

HVSI has given all the Vedic Monotheist Hindus the perfect training how to live in the today’s ultra-modern world successfully.

They never waste their precious time as the ever foolish, ever childish, ever over religious Pseudo Musalmīn do.

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was one of the persons that would ruthlessly exterminate his opponent if his opponent ever went down.

But he was even capable never to run for cover if his opponent didn’t go down.

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was as a crooked and as an opportunist as Durgesh himself was.

Yet, both of them never used these wonderful skills of them to harm the persons who were good.

They gave themselves every advantage, specializing in gouging and kicking the bad persons even below the belt, remorselessly.

That was the mystery of their meteoric incredulous success.

HVSI trained its members similarly always.

It never compromised with the evil doers.

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand moved up to stand beside Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah in the line.*

The fingers of his left hand suddenly shoved five one-hundred-dollar bills into Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hand.

“Here you are Ms. Muħammad Åbdullah.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled disarmingly.

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hand automatically threw the money like a hot potato.

Thanks Allah.

Her subconscious mind again saved her.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was smart enough to train her subconscious mind, instead of training Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.

She knew Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah might lag behind, but not her subconscious mind ever.

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah looked down at it with the bewildered expression of one emerging from a sleep that has been troubled by some annoying dream.

Allah!

And she thought she was all-alert now.

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah turned her eyes to the handsome face of Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand in the dark suit.

The man behind Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah growled.

“You can’t double up this way. Get back behind me at the end of the line.”

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah’s voice had once been well modulated.

Now it was getting slightly harsh as she found it necessary to cope with more and more annoying factors in life.

“What’s this? Who the hell are you?” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah asked indignantly.

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled confidently, triumphantly somewhat.

“I’m an agent for Muħammad bin Qāsim. This is five months’ deferred drilling payments under our oil lease on your property at Ved Nagar. Sign this receipt, please. Right here on the dotted line. Here’s a pen.”

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand whipped a receipt book from his pocket.

He snapped back the cover and held the blanks where Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah could see them.*

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

“Smart strategy. Isn’t it Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand? After showing absolutely no interest at all for complete five months, Muħammad bin Qāsim deputes his Hindu Jījū, his over smart Hindu brother in law, the next managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, to renew the lease in this way, in front of these valuable witnesses. Whose idea it was? Not Muħammad bin Qāsim’s I think. It must be your own suggestion to the damnfool. Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim requested you to help her foolish brother? How the hell a Vedic Monotheist Hindu can regret to his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife? I sympathize with you, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.”

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.

“Umm-Al-Åālmīn, I’m sorry. But I think you can understand my predicament.”

“Love Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim very much?”

“Very much.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled unashamedly.

“Too beautiful?”

“Beyond belief.”

“You idiot, her beauty is actually in your brain. Everyone isn’t as crazy of her, as you are.”

“Tell it to Durgesh also about you dazzling Musalmān Beauties.”

“You are doing it to prove that Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company need you more than you need Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah charged Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand.

“Even if you are right, why shouldn’t I do it?”

Muħammad bin Qāsim has abandoned the property.”

“Oh, no. He hasn’t.”

“Your foolish Musalmān sālā certainly has.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled tartly, “He hasn’t done anything with it for months.”

“I’m making the payment covering deferred drilling. A hundred dollars a month. Isn’t that right?”

“That’s the rate only, you over smart. He had to pay it every month, however, if he wanted to hold the property.”

“Oh, no, Umm-Al-Åālmīn,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand cooed very respectfully, “the lease provided that Muħammad bin Qāsim, my sālā, must pay at that rate every month to keep his drilling rights. Yet there’s another paragraph too that provided that any covenant of any sort in which either party has been in default can be fully performed by the party obligated, at any time within six months, unless in the meantime the lease has been terminated by written notice. You’d better read your lease.”*

The line moved forward.

Automatically Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah moved forward with it.

The man behind Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah said to her,

“Don’t take it.”

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled.

“I want a receipt.”

Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, you don’t really think I’m that damnfool. Do you?” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.

“No, but I think you are that honest, Umm-Al-Åālmīn.”

“Of course, I’m that honest. But as a policy, I’m honest with the honest persons only. My Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, is annoyed if I were ever impractical enough to be honest with dishonest ones. ”

“That’s why you sold your property to HVSI even while it was under lease to Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company?”

“A property that was not paying any money to us.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah amended Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand curtly, “You stopped paying rent. Moreover, there weren’t any drilling activities for five continuous months. Why the hell shouldn’t we sell it if we get an excellent price for it?”

“The property was not sold to get the excellent price.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand laughed, “It was sold to provide optimum money to your cousin, Al Tihārat Al Islam, so that she could move in the high society of Ved Nagar to get an appropriate husband for her.”

“I see. You have investigated it fully? And when your dishonest Musalmān sālā, Muħammad bin Qāsim, learned the property has been sold, he has managed to depute you to get for him any share of the sale if he can?”

“Umm-Al-Åālmīn, that’s called business, not dishonesty.”

“The law doesn’t agree with you.”

“On the contrary, the law doesn’t agree with you, Umm-Al-Åālmīn. You signed even the papers two weeks ago without giving any legal notice to Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company. Didn’t you?”

“We own the property, my boy.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah said patronizingly, “We can sell it anytime to anyone whenever we damn please. Go and try to renew your lease with the new owner of the property, if you can. As far as we are concerned your foolish Musalmān sālā Muħammad bin Qāsim abandoned it since five months with no drilling activities whatsoever and not paying any rent for the lease.”

“Does the new owner of the property know about the lease on it?”

“We are not as dishonest and insincere in our dealings as your Musalmān sālā, Muħammad bin Qāsim, is.”

“Well, Mr. Muħammad bin Qāsim doesn’t care anything about it. This is five months’ back rent at one hundred dollars a month―deferred drilling payments. Our lease is with you. You can square things with the other people.”

“If you think I’d accept it, you are crazy.”

“Why won’t you accept it?”

“You know very well. The property is sold since.”

“HVSI has bought it?”

“You know it very well yourself. That’s why your Musalmān sālā, Muħammad bin Qāsim, has suddenly come into action to get something out of the sale of the property if he can.”

Almost reluctantly, the man in the blue pin stripe suit, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, took back the five hundred dollars.

He turned to the man standing in line just behind Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah,

“Would you mind giving me your card, gentleman? I may need a witness.”

The man scowled.

“It’s none of my business. Quit picking on a woman. Shame on you.”

The line moved up, paused, moved again.

“Just a card.” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled politely, “All I want is your name and address.”

The last man in the line hesitated a moment then produced a card.

The woman in front of Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah picked up the money that the assistant cashier shoved through the wicket.

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah moved into position before the window.

Ved Prakāsh, the bank official, appeared.

He was summoned by the guard.

The guard had actually summoned the Branch Manager.

Coincidentally, Ved Prakāsh, the Financial Administrator of HVSI, was present there.

The Branch Manager was also with his superior.

Ved Prakāsh, the Financial Administrator of HVSI, sized up the faces of the three people that clustered about the window.

Then he asked patiently.

“What’s the trouble, Bhābhījān?”

“Oh, Ved Prakāsh, you? Nothing.” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah tried to smile, “I wanted to make a deposit. This gentleman is forcing me to take five hundred dollars.”

“Forcing? What do you mean? Let me please handle it. You mustn’t be here in the line. You should have contacted with the manager, Bhābhī.”

“Well, I thought…”

“You please give me the money. We’d deposit it. You please go with the Branch Manager to his chamber. Dévésh, please escort her to your chamber. Will you please?”

“Sure, sir. Umm-Al-Åālmīn, this way please.” Dévésh, the Branch Manager, requested Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah.

“Bhābhī,” Ved Prakāsh, the Financial Administrator of HVSI, complained to Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, “Bhaiyā would never appreciate it. You must never do it again. Please.”

“Well,” Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah tried to smile, “Ved Prakāsh, I never imagined…”

“Send someone else. Call me if nobody else is available.”

“Sorry.”

“You must be careful, Bhābhī.”

“Yes, I think so, now. Please don’t tell your Bhaiyā that…”

“That’s impossible. I would personally escort you now to Bhaiyā himself. Let him discipline me too as well.”

“Ved Prakāsh…”

“Sorry, Bhābhī, it’s all now beyond my hands.”

Chapter 7

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 16

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 16

Durgesh Al Mujāhidah Al Islam

Durgesh Bilqīs Siddīqī

Durgesh Waħīdah Åbbās

Despite severe protests from, my Live in Relationship Partner, ultimately, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam was married to the young man she decided to.

Her Ammī, Navīdah Taqaddus, wanted her daughter to accept her Live in Relationship too with me.

Durgesh is fit for you JetMusalmān Beauties too, Al Mujāhidah Al Islam.” Navīdah Taqaddus had beamed, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has proved it now.”

Al Mujāhidah Al Islam was not habitual of watching her extremely beautiful Ammī, Navīdah Taqaddus nude, being fucked by me.

She was feeling abnormal.

“Ammī, you shouldn’t have called me here while you are enjoying your Live in Relationship with Durgesh.”

Navīdah Taqaddus smiled cunningly.

“It’s alright, honey. You are an adult now yourself.”

“So what?”

“So you can understand very well, we all the womankind need it. It’s natural and even necessary for the survival of our human race.”

“Ammī, I didn’t want to see you about our human race. I wanted to see you about my real Abbū’s will.”

“I know, honey.” Navīdah Taqaddus smiled patiently.

She was nude on her knees.

I too was nude and I was fucking Navīdah Taqaddus from her behind.

Navīdah Taqaddus and I both loved very much that her gorgeous glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān buttocks filled my Hindu lap each time I thrust my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

Navīdah Taqaddus’s ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot gripped my Uncut Hindu Lund so greedily and so ravenously that I enjoyed it very much.

Navīdah Taqaddus was not Al Mujāhidah Al Islam’s real Ammī.

Al Mujāhidah Al Islam’s real Ammī was Nāsirah Ħamīd.*

Nāsirah Ħamīd remembered the first TV transmissions.

Enjoying my Uncut Hindu Lund in her smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Nāsirah Ħamīd had replayed them so many times.

Nāsirah Ħamīd was not interested in Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Times.

At least not to the extent Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and Al Mujāhidah Al Islam were.

She remembered how desperately Dr. Saåīdah Qamar and Al Mujāhidah Al Islam fought for the control of  Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Times.

Imām Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had exerted his entire efforts in raising the newspaper.

They called it HLMCh Times on the line of HVSI Times.

Nāsirah Ħamīd was there when Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund to win me on his side.

After all, I was the Supreme Media Emperor today.

HVSI controlled the entire media today virtually due to my extraordinary watchfulness.

For Nāsirah Ħamīd it didn’t make any difference whether Dr. Saåīdah Qamar owned Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Times or Al Mujāhidah Al Islam.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was her best friend and Al Mujāhidah Al Islam was her own daughter.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar grinned sucking my Uncut Hindu Penis passionately:

“You mean formally, like in those movies where relatives get together in a room to hear the old man’s will?”

I squeezed Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s gorgeous Musalmān buttocks.

“Sālī, it isn’t a will. It’s a Settlement Deed. I said it’s a short testament. As far as the wills are concerned, Hearst’s will was 125 pages long. Our Settlement Deed is only 37 pages. Relatively short for so complex an estate.”

I’d undressed Dr. Saåīdah Qamar completely in the meantime.

She was a startling, a dazzling Musalmān Beauty.

It was the first time I was going to enjoy her to my heart’s content.

Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had undressed me too herself.

We both were crazy to enjoy sex with each other.

“Just give me the essence.” She said, “I’ll read the whole Settlement Deed when I have more time. You can give me a copy. Right now the essence. Did we get all of it as we demanded, or most of it?”

“He left you four the bulk of his estate.” I smiled.

“Along with your Uncut Hindu Lund?” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar winked at me.

I positioned her on her knees and entered Dr. Saåīdah Qamar first time from her gorgeous behind.

Eīshān, what a contention!

I felt myself entering in heaven as my Uncut Hindu Lund penetrated Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

Ahh!

One inch.

Two inch.

Three inch.

We both were enjoying the penetration.

Six inches.

Ten inches completely.

My Uncut Hindu Lund entirely vanished into her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

Her utmost soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān buttocks had filled my nude Hindu lap fully.

We both had closed our eyes.

We both wanted to savor this moment.

My Uncut Hindu Lund had entered her Musalmān Choot deepest.*

Wasīm looked at me.

“Dad, I never wanted to talk with you in the matter.”

“No problem,” I smiled, “Al Nåmat Al Islam herself came to me.”

Wasīm looked at me,

“I’ve forgotten Al Nåmat Al Islam. The very moment I saw you making love with her, I knew she wasn’t made for me.”

“Wasīm, find an appropriate girl for yourself and take interest in Business.”

“I’m doing, Papa Jī. But not in the way you are.”

“Have your own way, my child.”

“You don’t want your sons to help you?”

“I’ve countless sons, Wasīm. I’ve countless Live in Relationship Partners too. There are countless friends too I have. If some of my sons don’t want to join me in my business, I can afford their independence.”

“I can see. Why didn’t you allow Ammījān the same independence, Papa Jī?”

I digested the information.

Wasīm was not talking about now that Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl was his real father.

His Ammī Kħālidah Ashraf left Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  not because he was a softie Congressman, because Kħālidah Ashraf had lied to his only son.

Wasīm was actually my son and Kħālidah Ashraf refused to Live in Relationship with me.

She named my son, Prajésh, Wasīm, in protest.

Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  and Kħālidah Ashraf were never husband and wife.

They were only legally so.

I watched Wasīm gravely.

“How much you know, son?”

“Only what I have been told, Papa Jī. I ask you why I couldn’t enjoy my father’s love.”

“Your Ammī didn’t allow me to do anything for you Prajésh.”

Wasīm looked at me gravely.

“My name is Wasīm and I am a Musalmān.”

Pseudo Musalmān, you mean?”

“No, I don’t believe in Årab Imperialism. I believe in true Islam and true Islam only.”

I smiled.

“That’s better. So you offer Taħannus as well as Assalāt every day?”

“My stepfather Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  said it isn’t necessary. Ammījān also confirmed it.”

“Look, Prajésh,…”

“Call me Wasīm, please.”

“You love the name given to you by your Ammī, more?” I smiled patiently.

“That’s the only name I’ve been called with now.”

“Your Ammī told you that I’m your real father?”

“She didn’t. But I know.”

“How?”

“Papa Jī, is it so important?”

“Okay, if you don’t want to tell me that, it’s alright with me.” I smiled at Prajésh patiently.

“You allowed my Ammī to detriment my life.”

“Who says?”

Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  uncle. And my other friends also do it.”

“As soon as you knew that your Ammī hadn’t any actual marital relationship with Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl , I am your real father, why didn’t you come to me Prajésh?”

“I was angry with you. You left me on the mercy of my not so brilliant Ammī and uncle Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  that loved my Ammī, but my Ammī never did love him the way he wanted. Yet you allowed Ammī to marry him, even if legally. Didn’t you?”

“You are right my son. And I’m not angry that you were angry with me.”

“Papa Jī.”

“I can understand. You were angry with me because you wanted me to fight with your Ammī for your possession.”

“Shouldn’t you have?”

“No. You needed your Ammī more then. A father, however efficient he is, can’t replace a mother ever. Only because your Ammī was acting childish, I couldn’t punish you separating you from your Ammī.”

Prajésh’s eyes were suddenly full of tears.

“I’m sorry Papa Jī. You can call me Prajésh.”

I pulled my son into my arms.

He embraced me passionately.

“I’m sorry Papa Jī. I’m sorry.”

“Nonsense. You are my son. You don’t need to be sorry my boy. Rather I’m sorry that I couldn’t control your Ammī to the extent that you hadn’t missed my love.”*

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at me.

“I’m elder than you, Fātimah. Yet you understood Muħammad Ůsmān better than I did. Sorry. Before his desperate attempt to stage an accident itself, I could never understand what a devil my Musalmān husband, Muħammad Ůsmān, was.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled ironically.

“His parents named him Muħammad Ůsmān, after the great name of Kħalīfatul Musalmīn Ħazrat Ůsmān Ghanīrzu. Did they know their son would be a blot to the name of Kħalīfatul Musalmīn Ħazrat Ůsmān Ghanīrzu?”

“Poor parents dream about their children and the children never care a damn what their parents had dreamt of them.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her elder sister.

“It’s alright. Let’s not talk about that now. We’ll get along all right.”

“I don’t think he wouldn’t attempt something detrimental to us.”

“I understand. I’ll go down and try to find out how detrimental he can prove to be to us. Leave the bastard to me. You take it easy.”

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Fātimah through the door.

Then she picked up the book she was reading:

Årab Mahā Bhārat’.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gently closed the door and walked quietly down the stairs.

Muħammad Ůsmān folded the newspaper.

The pencil was no longer behind his ear.

“Drink, my lady, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā?”

“No, thanks.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sat down on the sofa chair opposite Muħammad Ůsmān.

She accepted one of his cigarettes, leaned forward for his lighter, sat back and looked at Muħammad Ůsmān steadily.

Muħammad Ůsmān, don’t you think it might be a good plan if we all three sat down and had business chat?”

Muħammad Ůsmān raised his eyebrow.

“What about Bilqīs Siddīqī and Waħīdah Åbbās?”

“I’d manage both of them.”

“Anything wrong?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was in tonight.”

“I see. The Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā original?” Muħammad Ůsmān smirked, “What does our great lady want?”

“She wants to buy the business― a controlling interest in it.”

“She doesn’t. HVSI actually.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

“HVSI doesn’t need to enter in our business through Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. Durgesh already has the controlling interest. HVSI itself has its entire assets in the name of Durgesh.”

“Then?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has her own movements Durgesh doesn’t approve of― ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’, ‘Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh’, ‘Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club’, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club’. She is the new President of Saůūdī Årab now. I think she is also working on the same plan HVSI is working.”

“Impossible, my lady. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan can’t have any conflict of interest with Durgesh or HVSI.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Muħammad Ůsmān bitterly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is overconfident. She thinks she can manage her movements through JetMusalmān BeautiesSquad so as to HVSI would play in her hands as Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī did in Everfirst Satyug, Everfirst Brāhm Kalp.”

Muħammad Ůsmān jumped almost as if.

Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī?”

Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī.”

“You mean Hindu History is true?”

“It seems to be so.”

“Nonsense.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah blasted her bombshell patiently.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is a stockholder now.”

“A stockholder!” Muħammad Ůsmān exclaimed.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah saw swift alarm on his face.

Then he hastily averted his eyes.

“Why, how the devil could she―”

Nafīsah Salmān Ammī. I think Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan managed her somehow to turn over the stock. I should have picked up that stock before Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could have it. Damn, I’d entirely forgotten about it. It’s such a small block―”

Muħammad Ůsmān seemed positively relieved.

He laughed.

“What Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan can do with that? It’s only five shares. That’s a drop in the bucket. Moreover we have Durgesh with us. However shrewdest businesswoman Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan maybe, she isn’t Durgesh after all. Durgesh has broken all the previous records of money, love, sex and power. He is the most successful man now. HVSI is the most successful ideological family organization that doesn’t have born Hindus only in it now. So many Musalmīn, Christians, Jews and even atheists are also in it.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shook her head.

Durgesh is with us. Yes, but even then Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan won’t be pushed around. She wants something. I can’t ignore her. Being a stockholder Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is entitled to look in our books. Perhaps that’s what she wants. I don’t know. I’m going to talk with Durgesh about it.”

Durgesh? He is with us, but he isn’t specialized in such cases. He is murder case specialist. Isn’t he?”

“Well, it’s his own shop in a way. This needs someone who can do more than just look in a law book and tell us what the law is. It needs someone who understands Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan as well. It needs a lot of legal ingenuity.”

“Well, Durgesh is the man all right to handle Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. But I still think you’re making a mountain out of a molehill.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched him sternly.

“I thought it would be a good plan to take up all of the stock certificates and the stock book. Durgesh can want to see them.”

Muħammad Ůsmān laughed.

“Oh, you don’t need to do that.”

“Why?”

“It isn’t necessary.”

“Nevertheless, I want to have them with me when I discuss them with Durgesh.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Muħammad Ůsmān sharply, “Is there anything why shouldn’t I?”

“Well, “ Muħammad Ůsmān smiled, “I’ve got an important appointment in the morning. That stock is in the safety deposit box.”

“Sure?”

“What do you mean?”

“The stock is really in the safety deposit box?”

“My lady you are insulting me.”

“That’s right.”

“Fātimah.”

“Yet, this insult is not even the trailer what you’d have to face if you’ve done something sinister.”

“I am not so mad.”

“You are, Kħalīfatul Musalmīn, you are.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled sweetly, somewhat exaggerating it, “I’m telling you so that you can’t complain me that I didn’t warn you. I want to see that stock now myself with my own eyes. I wasn’t born yesterday, Muħammad Ůsmān.”

Muħammad Ůsmān was white faced now.

“I’m sorry that you are always against me due to this or that reason. I have an important appointment I say. I can take it to Durgesh later on. My appointment is with an insurance company adjuster. If I cancel it it’d be hard to get him again. I’ve already had a lot of trouble getting him on the job.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I know. What do you think I’m dumb enough not to understand even that?”

“What was the accident anyway?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled unsympathetically, “You never told me anything about it. I learnt of it from Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī.”

“You won’t believe me as you say, but it was one of those cases where some guy comes down the street, crocked to the eyebrows. I wasn’t even in the car. I had it parked at the curb. I don’t know how in the world how he managed to smash it up the way he did. He must have skidded into it from the side.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.

“You can’t make even a good story, Muħammad Ůsmān.”

“I know you don’t believe me. That’s why you both brought Durgesh between us and cuckolded me. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, you Musalmān Beauties love Hindus to the extent that you never give us Musalmīn even the benefit of doubt.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah cooed.

“We Musalmān Beauties never have any doubt whatsoever, my dear, in you Musalmīn’s criminal skills. You Musalmīn out excel in it everyone. You hate ultramodern education childishly. Consequently most of you Musalmīn are uneducated/under educated. What job can you get therefore except pertaining to some criminal activities? So, since there isn’t any doubt whatsoever why there’d be any benefit of doubt?”

“I can’t make you to act sane somewhat.”

“Did you get the number of his automobile who skidded into yours from the side you say?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled skeptically.

“Unfortunately not.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.

“I say I wasn’t there.” Muħammad Ůsmān watched her contemptuously, “The car was parked. A couple of people saw it and told me about it. Unfortunately they were too dumb to get his license number.”

“Nonsense. I am not too dumb to believe that. Well, would you get down to the safety deposit box and―”

“I’m sorry. That’s absolutely impossible. You won’t believe me I know. Yet, I have two or three appointments in the morning. I just can’t cancel them now. But if Durgesh needs the stock, I’ll bring it in later.”

“Listen to me you stupid.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah suddenly said harshly, “I don’t think you have the stock anymore and Vallah, I promise you that you’d regret it. Muħammad Ůsmān, I won’t kill you because I’m not a criminal as you are. But if my suspicion is true, you’d find yourself in such a legal dilemma, you’d regret forever why you betrayed us.”

Muħammad Ůsmān was dumbfounded.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stalked to the door, out in the evening.*

Prajésh watched his ardent Musalmān Ammī, Kħālidah Ashraf with anxious eyes.

He has successfully managed to bring her into her Live in Relationship with me but she still had complaints against me.

“Ammī, Papa Jī was right.” Prajésh/Wasīm tried once more to explain my actions to Kħālidah Ashraf.

“Shut up, Wasīm.” Kħālidah Ashraf tried to stand up from my lap, but I pulled her there once again.

Kħālidah Ashraf fidgeted but she was glad in her heart that I had pulled her back to my lap.

What a damnfool she was.

Only because Durgesh didn’t marry her she was angry with her only love.

Now she understands it was her blunder.

It was better that Wasīm didn’t hear her.

Otherwise his entire life would have been destroyed too.

Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  proposed her and she married him only to punish Durgesh.

Durgesh tried to explain to her why he couldn’t marry her, why he had to marry Saiyadah Fātimah PhD.

But Kħālidah Ashraf was too angry to listen to him.

She smiled to herself.

Durgesh really love her.

Why otherwise did he warn Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl ?

Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl , she is a damnfool.”

Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  smiled.

“Because she isn’t marrying you? Durgesh, they call you Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! But it doesn’t mean you are really Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties. You want to keep her as one more out of your countless Musalmān mistresses. Kħālidah Ashraf is a young Musalmān lady of self-respect. She refused your offer.”

“You are yourself a damnfool, Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl .” I smiled, “You don’t love Kħālidah Ashraf.”

“How do you know?” Pandit Rām Nārāyañ Shukl  chuckled.

“Your Dīdī Umā Shukl told me so.”

“Dīdī wants to please you. She loves you.”

“Umā is my wife.”

“Your one more Brāhmañ Live in Relationship Partner. Not wife.”

“Idiot, my every Live in Relationship Partner is actually my wife. You Congressmen have played in the hands of utmost communal Mullahs and Maulavīs.”*

I kissed Kħadījah Muħammad.

“No need for you to wait, Kħadījah. That brief took less time than I thought it would. I’ll sit around and read the advance decisions until one.”

“Keep on fucking me, please.” Kħadījah Muħammad pleaded, “I need you inside there very much.”

I smiled.

Kħadījah, you need sleep too, my darling.”

“You promised me you’d never refuse to fulfill my any desire because I sacrificed my position to Saiyadah Fātimah PhD to please Pitr’shrī.”

“Okay, okay.”

“I want to wait.”

“There’s nothing you can do, darling. I’ll talk with her and…”

“No.” Kħadījah Muħammad interrupted, “I want to meet her myself. She charged me I’m favoring Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan beyond all limits. I want to―”

“Nonsense. You know Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sometimes break every limit. She is Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī.”

Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā.”

“One and the same thing.” I smiled in my casual manner.

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled too.

She knew how deceptive my casual manner was to the witnesses.

Many a witness was misled by my casual manner.

They fabricated a story on the witness stand with every assurance that their prevarications were completely concealed.

But when they were enjoying their ‘victory’ on me, they suddenly found themselves facing a pair of granite hard black eyes, and realized only too late of course, the savage belligerency I could bear down with, on a perjurer, the rapier-like thrusts of my agile mind.

But, for the most part, it pleased me to assume a good-natured, easy going attitude of careless informality.

I liked the conventional ways of doing things only if they produced better results.

Kħadījah Muħammad was not my personal secretary.

She was my business partner as well as one of my infinite Live in Relationship Partners.

Normally we were suspected to be Parahumans.

Yet, not all of us.

My comparatively new Live in Relationship Partners were not Parahuman.

Yet, due to their sexual relations with me, they were also on the pathway of being Parahuman.

They were Posthuman already.

After my Svarūpé avasthānam, self-synchronization, my foes were more afraid of me now.

Yet, still there were some miscreants who hated me very much when I protected some innocents from their insincere cruel activities.

Kħadījah Muħammad had that rare companionship with me that was the outgrowth of two congenial people devoting themselves to a common cause.

In her ever efficient leadership, my entire Live in Relationship Partners with me, were always able to function with the perfect co-ordination of a well-trained football team, whenever the going got rough.

Yet, it was very rare that the going got rough.

We were too vigilant to let it happen.

The telephone rang.

It was the landline.

Kħadījah Muħammad picked up the receiver.

“Hello, yes, it’s Kħadījah Muħammad his Live in Relationship Partner. Can’t you speak more clearly? Who is it? What’s that name? Shaguftah Rashīd?”

Kħadījah Muħammad turned to me.

She cupped her hand over the mouthpiece.

Durgesh, she is drunk.”

Shaguftah Rashīd?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Let me talk with her anyway.”

“You are fucking drunken Musalmān Beauties nowadays?”

“Nonsense. You know me better, stupid.”

Kħadījah Muħammad handed me the phone.

“Hello, it’s Durgesh, What’s it Shaguftah Rashīd?”

The voice that came on the receiver was so thick that I could understand it with difficulty what Shaguftah Rashīd was saying.

“Hi, Durgesh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I don’t think we can meet now at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. I― I think I’m poisoned.”

“What?” I was suddenly all alert, “Where are you?”

“Poisoned.” Shaguftah Rashīd said wearily, “they― they got me despite my every precaution.”

“Your husband?”

“I think so.”

“Damn it. The hell. Where are you?”

“Thought I was smarter―”

“Stop telling me anything else, you idiot. Tell me where you are. Nothing else. Let me come there.”

The words came with an effort.

They were interspersed with intervals of heavy breathing.

“Apartment… Box of candy… ate… sick… Can’t … Can’t … please send help… Get police… Get… Get…”

The conversation terminated in a crash.

It was as if the telephone was dropped to the floor.

I said,

“Hello, Shaguftah Rashīd… hello Shaguftah Rashīd.”

There was nothing to be heard.

Then, after a moment, the receiver clicked into place at the other end of the line.

Kħadījah Muħammad had dashed to her mobile the minute she heard me asking ‘where are you’.

She tried to ask the exchange operator to trace the call.

Even then Kħadījah Muħammad was too late.

The receiver had been hung up at the other end before Kħadījah Muħammad had finished explaining what was wanted.

She waited at her mobile long enough to learn that there was no possibility of tracing the call anymore.

Then, she looked at me.

“What was it?” Kħadījah Muħammad asked me.

“She says someone sent her a box of candy. She ate the candy. It was poisoned. She certainly sounds sick or drunk. Now, the problem is I don’t know her.”

“What? I thought you have already fucked her.”

“How? On the phone? I’ve never met her and―”

“And?”

“And I doubt her name Shaguftah Rashīd is also phony.”

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?”

“That’s right.”

“Hey, she can’t inform you she is poisoned using her phony name.”

“You may be right.”

“Now what?”

“Assuming her name is true the question is, what’s her address, where is she?  Kħadījah, see if there’s any Shaguftah Rashīd listed in the telephone directory?”

Kħadījah Muħammad thumbed through the pages of the telephone directory.

“No, there isn’t.”

I looked at my watch.

“We’ve got to locate this Shaguftah Rashīd. That call sounded genuine to me. Police.”

I grabbed my mobile and contacted Commissioner of Police himself.

“Hello, Muħammad, Durgesh here.”

“Well, well, well, you rascal, at this time―”

“Muħammad Åbdullah, I want quick action from your police.”

“You mean business?”

“Of course, listen to me. I had a call a few minutes ago from a Shaguftah Rashīd. She said that she was at an apartment. I presume it’s an apartment where she lives, but she didn’t say so. I don’t know the address. I don’t know anything about her, except that I had an appointment with her in Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club for Masked Fucking at one o’clock this morning. She is my shareholder.”

Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club?”

“I said my shareholder. Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club is not my project.”

“Sorry, HVSI?”

“HVSI.”

“Why do you hate Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club so much?”

“That name is being used to irritate Musalmīn. It’s detrimental to Hindu Muslim unity. Do you need anything more that I should hate it?”

“No. But it’s one of your Live in Relationship Partners’ movement. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bhābhījān is behind it.”

“That doesn’t make it virtuous. Does it?”

“I didn’t mean that.”

“Come to the point, Muħammad. This isn’t the proper time to discuss the activities of my Live in Relationship Partners. Now get this straight. The so called Shaguftah Rashīd said over the telephone that someone had sent her a box of poisoned candy. She sounded very ill. Her speech was thick, and apparently she either fell over or the telephone from her hand as she was talking. Then the receiver was dropped back into place. She seemed to think she’d been poisoned to keep her from talking.”

“You can’t give us an address, Durgesh?”

“No.”

“Well, we’ll try our best. She must be registered as a voter at least. We’ll look her up. If that name is phony none can save her, I’m sorry.”

“Call back me, Muħammad. And let me know, please, if you find anything. Will you?”

“Why not? But Durgesh, if my persons haven’t got an address, there’s nothing we can do. Where are you?”

“With Kħadījah Muħammad.”

“You’ll be there until I call you back?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. I’ll call you back.”

“Thank you. And don’t give any exaggerated facility to my Live in Relationship Partners without my express consent.”

“Your Live in Relationship Partners are not my friend Durgesh. They talk with me as if I’m not a Commissioner of police. They think I’m their personal security guard.”

“I’m sorry, Muħammad.”

“Hell, I’m not complaining. After all, they may be right.”

“What?”

“We are friends. They are my Bhābhījāns. So, they have a right on me. Don’t they?”

“To hell with you and your Bhābhījāns. Go to hell all of you. I have told you so many times not to treat them so important. But―”

“How is it possible, Durgesh? They are like my Ammīs. Aren’t they?”

“Go to hell.”

I disconnected the mobile.

Chapter 17

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam



KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 9

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

Previous Chapters

Chapter 9

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah

Durgesh Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan

My palms were holding Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān buttocks  still now.

“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, my darling, I love the way your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot squeezes around my Uncut Hindu Lund , so tight and grasping.”

“Thank you.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled, “Durgesh, I need you legally too.”

“What?”

“That’s right. I received a call from my elder sister, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah when I was with Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Vikram.”

“Oh,”

“I need your legal guidance and help.”

I smiled,

“I’m at your service, my darling.”

“You know Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī and I started Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops.”

“Yes, I know that.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty was making me push back into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah more and more, trying to get it inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

I chuckled again.

“What’s the matter Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?” I asked.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned in frustration, whimpering in need.

“Tell me what you want honey?” I smiled.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her face flush in embarrassment.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought about telling me that she wanted me to fuck her outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

She wanted me to fuck it hard with my Uncut Hindu Lund, after I fucked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot with my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She controlled herself and shifted her mind to her legal problem once again,

“We started Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops before Ruqayyah Bājī were married.”

“I know that too.” I smiled, “You each had half of the stock except a small block of five shares that you both gave to Nafīsah Salmān to qualify her so there’d be three on the board of directors.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

“You do remember?”

“Only because your Abbū, Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh, wanted me to be the third director instead of Nafīsah Salmān.”

“That was very brilliant of Abbū. We couldn’t understand it then. We―” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah paused to watch my reaction, “we suspected that it was your strategy to fuck both of us sisters.”

I didn’t comment, only smiled empathetically.

“When we offered the third directorship to Nafīsah Salmān Ammī, we didn’t know we were buying the enmity of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.”

“She is crazy.” I said curtly, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan hates her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, so much that she thinks everyone who has friendly relationships with Nafīsah Salmān, is ineludibly her enemy.”

“The problem is, Durgesh darling, that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is a big competitor. She controls the bulk of the retail flower business where we have our Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops. I’ve always liked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. She’s rather naïve in some respects. Yet Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has learned too much from you in last three years. You’re a multi zillionaire and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is also a zillionaire now.  She is herself a shrewd business woman, hard boiled, immensely tactful and with a great deal of native ability.”

“You are right, but where does she come into picture?” I asked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

I didn’t tell her that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was herself in need of me.

At night, after Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Vikram had gone, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had come here.*

The coupe purred up the winding highway.

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan’s dark eyes, usually so expressive, were now held in a hard focus of intense concentration as she guided the car around the curves.

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan was twenty five.

But her sister Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan used to say:

“Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan never looks her age. She either looks five years younger or three years older.”

At her side, I held the door handle.

It was so that swaying around the curves wouldn’t swing my weight over against my left elbow.

Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ had told me,

“It’ll be stiff for a while but it wouldn’t hurt. Try and work that stiffness out. Keep from jarring it as much as you can.”

A few hundred feet below the car, jumping from foam flecked rocks to dark, cool pools, a mountain stream churned over boulders, laughed back the sunlight in sparkling reflections, filled the canyon, the valley, with the sound of tumbling water.

The road crossed the mountain torrent on a suspension bridge.

It started a slanting climb up the other side of the canyon.

It mounted at length to a pine-clad plateau, highland.

“Tired?” I smiled at Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan.

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.

“Hey― certainly not. Never with you Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! A little worried, that’s all.”

Off to the left, the southern Ved Nagar sunlight turned the towering granite mountains into a dazzling brilliance.

It made the shadows below seem as blotches of ink.

The road wound along a plateau, a highland region.

The pine trees oozed there scent into the warm dry air.

Far off to the right, the heat haze that enveloped the lowlands looked like molten brass whipped up to a creamy consistency and poured into the valley.

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan negotiated a sharp turn.

She concentrated on the road entirely.

Then, on a brief straightaway, Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan flashed me a glance,

“I think you are tired instead. Almost your first day here and I drag you up here to Ammī’s cabin. Moreover, you had your talk at the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club too.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan insisted. I couldn’t help it.”

“I know.” Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan smiled vividly.

“Yet, I’m not tired, believe me.” I smiled too, “I’d just forgotten about this place.”

“Never say it when Ammī is present.” Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan laughed, “she always talk proudly how she spent the most precious moments of her life with you in this cabin.”

“It was a long time ago, Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan. I’m getting reacquainted with the places.”

“Didn’t your talk at the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club tire you?”

“Not me,” I laughed, “never. Maybe it tired the audience instead.”

“Nonsense. That’s not true. And you know me better that I can never mean it that way.”

“It’s all right, darling.”

“What did you tell them?”

“They wanted to feed me what the antiHindu media had fed them.”

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan smiled ingeniously.

“And what’s that?”

“The sold out, ever untrue, antiHindu media has tried its best to impress that Akhilesh Yadav, the thirty eight years old son of Mulayam Singh Yadav, is the real hero of these assembly elections in Goa, Punjab, Uttarakhand, Uttar Pradesh and Mañipur.”

“He isn’t?”

“What do you yourself think? Is he?”

“No.” Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan accepted, “I think actually B. C. Khanduri is the Man of these Assembly Elections in five states.”

“You too think it?” I smiled, “Why?”

“Akhilesh Yadav, the thirty eight years old son of Mulayam Singh Yadav, has used an already prepared background, prepared by his father Mulayam Singh Yadav. B. C. Khanduri couldn’t do it. His former chief minister of Uttarakhand had prepared a land of thorns for B. C. Khanduri. He was deputed to Uttarakhand to convert entire negative done by his former colleague, into positive.”

I watched Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan sophisticatedly.

“Keep it on. You are doing very good, I think.”

“Thank you. B. C. Khanduri didn’t have as much time as it was needed. Yet he succeeded in winning 31 seats against Indian National Congress’s 32.”

“Yes. I think your analysis is quite correct. If B. C. Khanduri had had optimum time, he would have certainly brought BJP into power once more, consecutively in Uttarakhand too.”

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan suddenly changed the subject.

Durgesh, are you going to help Ammī?”

“She has requested me to drop in and help her managing my affairs to make it at my earliest.”

“She needs you very much, Durgesh. She needs someone she can trust― not like― oh well.”

“Muħammad Qāsim, eh? Didn’t that turn out all right, Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan?”

“Let’s not talk about it.” Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan said jadedly, “No. It didn’t turn out all right, definitely. But Muħammad Qāsim was Qamarunnisā’ Muħammad Ħasan’s own choice. I’d rather not discuss it.”

I watched her keenly.

“I won’t tell Qamarunnisā’ Muħammad Ħasan that you discussed her husband Muħammad Qāsim with me.”

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan raised her eyebrows.

Durgesh, my sisters haven’t proved prudent enough to take care of themselves. Ammī is worried of their welfare. How the three of us tried to stop Qamarunnisā’ Muħammad Ħasan not to marry Muħammad Qāsim. But she charged us that we want her to join your bed.”

“Let’s not talk of the past now.”

“Why not? Isn’t the actual problem there in their past? Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah had married Muħammad Ůsmān. What Muħammad Ůsmān has done? Is he anyway better than Muħammad Qāsim?”

“Neither Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah nor her husband, Muħammad Ůsmān, is your problem.”

“The hell he isn’t.”

“What do you mean?”*

Åādilah Muħammad Ħasan was there when Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was seated at her desk.

It was the glass-enclosed office of the Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah selected a blue crayon of exactly the right shade.

Clever at sketching, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah used crayons to help her visualize just how flower groupings would appear.

Now, with a rough sketch of Ħanīfah Åbbās dining room at her left, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was trying to get something.

Something that would go nicely with the excellent green candles Ħanīfah Åbbās intended to use for illumination.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan tapped on the glass.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked up and saw Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pushed her sketches to one side and nodded to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan that she might come in.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

She honored Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s permission as she did everything else, without any outward indication of what her thoughts might be, without any change in her pace.

Extremely beautiful Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never gave any indication how dangerous she might be to the persons not supporting her views.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew very well.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s one of the closest friends.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was against Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh and Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad movements.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never showed she was even more perilous than even a big boned man of hard muscles was.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had heard the rumors that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was actually a Parahuman.

Most of her friends believed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā herself and her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān was also a Parahuman Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījah Al Kubrahrz.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at these senseless rumors.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was thirty three only.

Yet, she was the most scared of Musalmān Beauty today.

A no nonsense, no compromise, feminist nudist One Man Woman Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was.

She hated the non-ardent Musalmīn to the extent that she preferred noble doer Hindus even on them, as Live in Relationship Partners, for entire Musalmān Beauties.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t have any faith in marriage institution at all.

She preferred Live in Relationship instead.

“Marriage institution was devised for the benefits of evil doer mankind only.” She used to say, “Why can’t every male be a noble doer?”

In last three years, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had achieved miraculous wealth and a virtual monopoly in so many businesses.

Beside my HVSI, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan also had her own countless organizations having herself the lifelong chairperson.

Especially, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had a virtual monopoly on Ved Nagar’s retail flower business.

She went to great pains to fit into the role of a successful businesswoman.

Her suits were well tailored, and her nails were carefully manicured and polished.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was always striking a note of incongruity.

“I always appreciate the women working late.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah also smiled in response.

“I nearly always work late. If it isn’t one thing, it’s another. Reports on the payroll, income tax, estimates, and a hundred things. Anyhow, it’s only seven o’clock now.”

“You’ve been having it pretty hard since Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, your Bājī, has stopped helping you optimum. Haven’t you?”

“Oh, I’m getting along all right.”

“How is your Bājī?”

Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah?”

“Yes.”

“Enjoying her married life with Muħammad Ůsmān a lot better.”

“Proving successfully thus that your Ammī and you were wrong?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan judiciously.

“Do you really believe it?”

“Nonsense. I know it was your formal answer. Actually, Muħammad Ůsmān has proved himself to be a nuisance.”

“He is Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī’s headache.”

“You’ve three stores here at Ved Nagar. Haven’t you?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled courteously.

“Yes.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah observed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ingeniously.

She knew Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was thoroughly familiar.

Not thoroughly familiar with the stores and their locations but generally with the amount of business they did too.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“Well, I sort of thought it might be a good plan to invest a little money with you Muħammad Åbdullah sisters.”

“What do you mean?”

“Some stock in your corporation.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled and shook her head.

“Thank you Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā. But we are getting along all right. This is a very small very close corporation.”

“Perhaps it ain’t as close as you think it is.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan suggested significantly.

“Close enough.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled, “Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī and I have all the stock between us.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān eyes twinkled out at her from under equally beautiful eyebrows,

“Tut tut, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. You’ll have to think again.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah frowned for a moment, then laughed,

“Oh, that’s right. There’s a certificate of five shares that was given to your Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, when we incorporated. We needed three on the board of directors. That stock was just to qualify your Ammī as a director.”*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pulled a folded stock certificate from her purse,

“Well, it was really very difficult to have that stock transferred to my name. However, Nafīsah Salmān is my own Ammī. I know her more than any of you girls.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was dumbfounded.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan went on to say,

“By hook or crook, whatsoever you think of me, I took over the stock. You can transfer this certificate on the books and issue me a new one on my own name. Will you please?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah frowned.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan turned the certificate over in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hands.

“Reckon you’ll find it all in order.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “endorsement all okay an’ everything.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah put the stock certificate down on the desk.

She looked up at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan frankly.

“Look here, you anti Musalmīn Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān bitch. I don’t believe that you are a Parahuman. I laugh at the rumors that you are Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā. You can’t be ever. What’s common there between Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā and a feminist nudist Musalmān bitch like you? Nothing, I say. You are exactly opposite what Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā was.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan only smiled ingeniously.

“I don’t like this.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “It isn’t fair. I don’t know just what you have in mind. Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī has herself brought it to show me to what extent you are trying to destroy us.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah advanced a newspaper to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

She indicated an advertisement there:

‘You stockholders of the HLMC Global Development & Exploration Company Ved Nagar  invested your money because you wanted to make money. You wanted money for yourselves, your children, and your heirs.

What are you getting?

Aside from a stroke of pure luck, what has Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah done for you?

She says she is “pyramiding”.

She says she is “building”.

She says she is laying a “firm foundation”.

That’s not the way the most expert operators in the business, look at it.

These people say Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah is laying an egg.

You are entitled to a run for your money.

You’re entitled to action.

You want to make a profit now, next year, and the year after, not ten years or twenty years from now.

Mail your proxy to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, care Proxy Holders Board of Salvage.

And, then, with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in the saddle, watch things begin to hum.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan believes in results, not promises.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan believes in action, not idle planning; in decisions, not daydreaming; in performing, not hoping.’

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.

“What do you want to imply?”

“Nothing to imply.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly, “I am saying you expressly, not implying. You’re a competitor. We don’t want you snooping in our business. Nafīsah Salmān Ammī shouldn’t have transferred that stock. I suppose she couldn’t very well have helped herself under the circumstances. Yet I want you to know where we stand.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled unflappably.

“I know Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, business is business. You overlooked a bet on that stock, and I didn’t. I like you. I want you to like me. Yet anytime you make a business mistake an’ I can cash in on it, I’m to do it.”

“Aren’t you already a Live in Relationship Partner of a multi zillionaire? Aren’t you already a zillionaire yourself?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan tersely.

“That’s not the matter. I believe in gaining more and more power for myself to promote my own values. I don’t want to be dependent on Durgesh even most of us Musalmān Beauties auspiciously do.”

“So you accept you aren’t a Parahuman? Aren’t Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā?”

“That I always leave on yourself to decide.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cleverly, “Neither your belief in me can strengthen me anymore nor your incredulity.”

“I’m trying to understand you.”

“You are most welcome. Millions of Musalmān Beauties are trying to understand me nowadays. I did it in only three years of my Live in Relationship with Durgesh. My Ammī couldn’t do it.”

“Your Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān Ammī, is a jewel of us Musalmān Beauties. You can’t even reach her moral height ever.”

“I never wanted to. Don’t worry. What I was telling you is that it’s business. You know we would work out a deal on the rest of that stock. You could stay on here. You can even manage it. I’d take fifty one percent and―”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah raised her hand to stop Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“Let me complete my offer dearie. You could make just as much money as you’re doing now. Why aren’t you progressive? You have to lose nothing. You are instead having unlimited capital back of you for expansion. My zillion, Durgesh’s multi zillions. I’d make a good partner.”

Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī has already told me how good a partner you’ve proved for her.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said tartly.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been a disruptive influence in HLMC Global Development & Exploration Company Ved Nagar ab initio. Finally, there had been a showdown before the board of directors. According to the Proxy Holders Board of Salvage, it was simply a stroke of luck that the HLMC Global Development & Exploration Company Ved Nagar had been right in the middle of the Turkey Ridge pool.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

She didn’t contradict what Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was saying in her Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī’s defense.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah went on.

“After that pool came in, Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī could have declared big dividends, pushed up the value of the stock. Instead, she had chosen to put the money into other holdings potentially as big as the Turkey Ridge pool. You lost to convince the board of directors. Didn’t you?”

“Your Bājī, Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah, has succeeded in filling the board of directors with her own paid persons. That’s why I’m after Proxy battle. That’s the only way now to show those blind witted persons what I’m proposing to them.”

“I don’t believe you. Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī doesn’t believe you. The board of directors of HLMC Global Development & Exploration Company Ved Nagar doesn’t believe you.”

“Let me show them that the stockholders believe me.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

“That’s neither here nor there. No, thank you. We’re doing fine as it is.”

“Well,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “All you three sisters, Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah, and you Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah are worthless as far as the progress beyond limit is concerned. Anyway, will you please enter the stock transfer of those five shares?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched her deviously.

“What are you trying to do in my corporation?”

“Nothing.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed with a ingenuousness that was patiently assumed, “I promise you not to interfere with your work. I’ll be a silent partner. Okay? Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! how difficult it is even to lead someone to her own progress. Go ahead and make a lot of money. Now that I have an interest, I like to see executives working late.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan chuckled and raised her extremely beautiful frame from the chair.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan lumber down the aisle of the flower shop.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew very well what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was really after.

She wanted NDA Government at the center too.

It was rumored that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad was also supporting Anna Hazare and his team in compelling UPA II government to resign.

Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club and Ashvinātam Gangbang Club were also supporting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew very well that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s keen eyes, under those thirty three years old extremely beautiful ardent feminist nudist Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān eyebrows, missed no detail.

She was worried that her sixteen extremely beautiful feminist nudist aunts, the sixteen sisters of her own father, Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh, were also equally ardent feminist nudists as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was confident that her aunts were with Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah never believed it.

She was surer now.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had her ardent supporters in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own household.

While Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t have any strong supporter in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s household, neither in her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, nor in her Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh movement.

For some minutes, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sat in deep thought.

Then she put away her sketches.

She called her personal assistant, Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah.

“Close up at nine thirty, Umm Kulsūm. I won’t be back.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah!” Umm Kulsūm addressed her.

“Yes, Umm Kulsūm.”

“Why Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is so after our family?”

“You are my elder sister.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at her, “Yet don’t worry till your younger sister is in charge here.”

“Fātimah, you look worried to me.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is not a joke. However, I’d manage. You don’t worry Umm Kulsūm Bājī.”*

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah paused for a moment to survey herself in the full-length mirror near the front of the store.

She was not herself less beautiful than Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Should she try to attract Durgesh’s attention herself?

Well, Durgesh was her aunts’ Live in Relationship Partner.

Yet, she hadn’t seen Durgesh for a long time.

Along with an extremely beautiful figure, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had the experience acquired through seven years of building up a remunerative business.

The experience had made Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah alert mentally and physically.

It had given her a certain aura of dynamic efficiency that kept her muscles hard, firm, and free of excess unnecessary flesh.

Only a worker could have had her alert efficiency and trim lines.*

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah watched her younger sister, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, out of the door.

Her eyes were somewhat bitter.

Yet they were slightly contemplative too.

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah represented dynamic youth.

She was two years elder to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

But she was more vivacious than Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah  was.

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes  were the explosive forces of new wine.

Being even younger to Umm Kulsūm, Fātimah had the mature individuality of a vintage wine.

It was only natural for Umm Kulsūm that she possessed beauty, impatient of the “slow but sure” recipe for success.

Umm Kulsūm asked herself the question,

‘What’s Fātimah got that I haven’t?’

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah asked this question not as a query.

She asked it as a groping, as a probing, attempt to define personality.

Yet the matters philosophical were far removed from Umm Kulsūm’s mental environment.

She opened a drawer in the counter.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had slipped Umm Kulsūm a box of candy as she came in.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t see what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had given to her elder sister Umm Kulsūm.

She must have been more cautious of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and more vigilant of Umm Kulsūm.

She had under estimated the treacherous prowess of both the smart Musalmān Beauties.

She didn’t know it was a fatal mistake.

She didn’t know Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was too friendly with Umm Kulsūm that it was detrimental to their business.

Umm Kulsūm Muħammad Åbdullah took out the box of candy and bit into a chocolate.*

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan remembered that insulated under the canopy of low clouds the damp breadth of the snowfall almost felt warm to Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan under the covers in bed with me.

Twenty or more inches of powdery fresh snow blanketed the New England woods around the cabin, and snowflakes still falling the muffled early morning stirred her awake.

Brimming with sleepy excitement, she delighted in the enchanting winter wonderland just outside the cabin window.

Surrounded by the profound stillness, her arms at her sides, her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs together, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan just laid there perfectly still the first few moments.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan loved the snow, being at the cabin, being in my bed I asleep next to her.

The Hindu man most of the extremely beautiful horniest Musalmān Beauties dream of ever was available to her.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan was proud of it and why shouldn’t she be?

Her shoulder was warm against mine.

Her nineteenth birthday was just a week away.

It was one more factor for Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan to be proud of.

She had won me when I was sixty three and she was only due to be nineteen.

What an experienced, or rather sexperienced Hindu she had managed to get for her.

No wonder even her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girlfriends were jealous of Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan rolled her shoulders together her nipples and breasts humming, a warm buttery was tingling between her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d just awakened to a dream.

She was whispering to me,

“Touch me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! nnnnggh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! feels so good, Mérī Jān. don’t stop Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!, it feels so good,”

I was leaning over her.

Her nightie was pulled from her bare shoulders.

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

I was squeezing her puffy hot nipples.

Squeezing her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts in my utmost experienced, utmost expert, Hindu  hands, I smiled at Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan.

“Squeeze them Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu  Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Allah, yā Allah! Ohhhh God Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Yy, yesss, squeeze my nipples, Mérī Jān.”

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan touched the damp heat of her throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy  through her nightgown wanting more than anything for it to not be just a dream.

When she closed her eyes, she could still feel the sensations of my fingers, my warm Hindu palm on her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts.

The tingling feeling was still deep in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān belly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized slipping under the blankets and waking me, sucking me into her warm wet extremely beautiful young adult Musalmān mouth,

“Nnnn, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I want your Uncut Hindu Lund, in…my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān  mouth,”

Her tremendously attractive ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was flooding wet to the thought, sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan smiled,

“You like it, when I suck you, don’t you Mérī Jān,”

Thrilling herself, my fingers in her hair, I was pulling her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth to my swollen thick Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Allah, yā Allah! Ohhh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Yesss, fuck my little Musalmān mouth. Cum in my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, Mérī Jān. Let your little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl make you feel good, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined both of us were moaning her taking me deep in her throat lavishing my Uncut Hindu Lund with her tongue, then 69’ing me kissing her creamy hot little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

How Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d go wild sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund as I kissed her.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized me whimpering growling half-awake how much I loved fucking her warm little mouth,

“Ohhh lil baby, yesss, suck my Uncut Hindu Lund, that’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

My fingers were pulling through her hair.

I was whimpering in our private little world.

How good she was, my lil baby.

Our secret, that she was sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund, making love to my Uncut Hindu Lund.

my ashvinātam little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, my little lover sucking my throbbing hot hard Uncut Hindu Lund, sucking me into her warm young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth under the covers where no one would see.

Dreamily sleepy Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan raised her nightgown, above her silky thin panties, and lightly pressed her fingers into her wet little slit.

Gushing out a hot quivering breath, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan slipped her hand under the delicate waistband and almost came touching her smooth shaven creamy Musalmān wetness.

The feeling was extraordinary.

Her ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān pelvis was lifting to her fluttering fingers, her breaths fluttering in tandem when her handsome Hindu lover woke and started to get up trying to be quiet to not wake her.

She pretended to still be asleep as I stood braving the stark cold room to start a fire.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan reached out to touch my shoulder to stop me but pulled her hand back as I moved beyond her reach.

Sliding her hand back under the covers, brushed her fingers through her creamy pink Musalmān slit.

Her tender little hips barely raising and lowering as she drew in a breath, picturing my bottom in her hands, her Hindu lover, her lover between her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs, her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs spread for me, wrapped ankles wrapped around my calves.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined pulling me deeper into her, my huge thick Uncut Hindu Lund fucking hot and thick inside her,

“Nnn Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! yesss, fuck me, fuck your little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan was so urgent and aroused, she gushed into the blankets words that could make her cum.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized me looking into her like a wild animal, me leaning to squeeze her full firm breasts,

“Nnnghh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! my nipples Mérī Jān, squeeze them…for me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” her swollen hot nipples, her aching hot nipples, me fucking my swollen thick Uncut Hindu Lund into her tight wet throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt  harder deeper faster stretching her open.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized me growling,

“That’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, fuck my Uncut Hindu Lund, lil baby, yessss take my Uncut Hindu Lund, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, let Durgesh darling, téré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of you Musalmān Beauties, make my big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl cum, cum on My Uncut Hindu Lund, my sexy little lover extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

Her fingers were brushing faster over her swollen little clit,

“My little baby, so tight, so soft, mmmm, lil baby, that’s right, be my big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

Images of mine that I was squeezing her hot aching swollen breasts into my hot Hindu masculine palms; she was fucking her own Hindu lover, squeezing me inside her.

Little young adult Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan pictured her Hindu lover in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth again, she sucking me again,

“You love my warm little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, don’t you Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! the way I suck you, pulling on you like this, don’t you Mérī Jān? your big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl is sucking you. the way I use my ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān tongue, my warm little mouth,”

her favorite fantasy, was her looking up into my eyes, “her little mouth,” me deep in her throat, loving giving me such pleasure, “fucking your little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl’s warm little mouth,” she quivered all over, wanting me to hold her firmly by her hair, me cumming in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, her sucking me so hard, pulling on me, swallowing all of my hot ashvinātam Hindu cum.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan replayed the image again and again, seeing herself milking my Uncut Hindu Lund, building, jacking my Uncut Hindu Lund, “Allah, yā Allah! Ohhh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” she purred under her breath fantasizing the copious amounts of my Hindu cum, loving me in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, “my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” making herself cum to the thought of me in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, sucking me, her little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy   quivering hot, making love to my Uncut Hindu Lund, wanting my Hindu seed,

“Cum into my mouth Mérī Jān, my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! wherever you want Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! fuck my little mouth Mérī Jān, nggghh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Fuck my little mouth,” she whimpered so hotly under her breath her body shook into the blankets, so her Hindu lover couldn’t hear.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined her pulling on my Uncut Hindu Lund, sucking me so hard the look on my face, my gripping her by her hair, exploding in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth,

“Ohhhh little baby,” I’d groan, “yesss, swallow my cum, baby, suck me baby, suck my Uncut Hindu Lund. That’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, swallow my cum baby, ohhh Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, lil baby, such a good little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl for me, my…big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl.”

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan stared at my broad shoulders my wide back my bottom me so palpable under the loose flannel of my soft cottony pajamas.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan loved my Hindu strength, the way I moved; Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan recalled her tracing my two tattoos with her finger, one on my bicep, the other on my shoulder, me telling her their symbolism, the importance of their meaning for me.

She watched me light the fire, and rolled over onto her stomach, on top of the heat where her Hindu lover had been laying, pressed her swollen aching breasts, her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān belly, her throbbing ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mound into my warmth, my lingering Hindu scent filling her with desire, a safe, luxurious warmth.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined lying on top of me, then kissing, my tongue in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth,

“Kiss me lil baby,” I’d whimper, “ohhh little baby, you’re so hot, so sexy,” her humping her shiny slippery wet bare mound against mine hard aching Uncut Hindu Lund, “that’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,” her wriggling on top of her Hindu lover, “Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!’s…big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

Her gorgeous excellent exquisite big Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān buttocks  were involuntarily rocking against the warm linens.

Her fingers were slipping in and out of her wet little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” she hissed under her breath imagining me inside her, stretching her open, her moaning out, “nnngghuh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Fuck me, your — your big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Allah, yā Allah! Ohhh God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Squeeze my nipples, Mérī Jān,”

Both her arms were under her, both her hands, her fingers were strumming over her throbbing little clit, subtly, covertly pushing in and out of her soft creamy wet little cunny, hidden from her Hindu lover heightening the intensity of her arousal,

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! ohhhh Goddd Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” cumming on her fingers, her entire body was taut, shaking, trying to not moan out loud.

Thinking she was still asleep, her Hindu lover moved about the cabin unselfconsciously tending to the fire, thoughts of Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan in the bedroom, my little young adult Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan making me unbearably hard.

I’d woken to her feminine scent the lovely smell of her hair, her warmth right next to me and made myself get up.

In those first few instants of being awake my Uncut Hindu Lund was already throbbing hot hard, my balls tingling and warm needing release.

Lying next to incredibly sexy Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan  I’d fantasized how easily I could just pull her on top of me, raise her nightie, grip her tight big bottom in my utmost experienced, utmost expert, Hindu  hands, fuck my hugely hard Uncut Hindu Lund into Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, my Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, my little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, bury my raging hard Uncut Hindu Lund into my little baby’s warm little tight wet throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .

I imagined her soft little voice, what her moans would sound like,

“Nnn, fuck me Mérī Jān, your…big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

My Uncut Hindu Lund was aching throbbing hard,

“Nnngguhhh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! ohhh Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! yeah, so big in me Mérī Jān, yeah, deeper, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! In me, Mérī Jān.”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, how many times had I fantasized her sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund, her warm young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth,

“yesss, fuck my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, Mérī Jān, cum in my warm little Musalmān mouth, let me make you cum, Mérī Jān,” my hands in her hair, her sucking me off, “cummm Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” me cumming in Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s hot sucking eager little mouth, her fingers wrapped around my Uncut Hindu Lund, her cupping my balls as I exploded as Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan swallowed all of me fucking me with her beautiful little mouth, the same breaths Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d read poetry aloud to me from, the same glimmering excitement in her eyes, the same warm glow her looking so deeply into my eyes.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan could see my breaths in the cold room and closed her eyes when I turned to look back into the bedroom at her in my big bed.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan caught her breath seeing my grand Hindu erection tenting the front of my flannel pajamas.

still laying on her stomach, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan pressed her fingers deep into her swollen wet little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan watched me take off my flannel pajama shirt, and felt herself cumming again.

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah Subħān Allah how hot her Hindu Piyā was.

Her sixty three years old Hindu Piyā.

While she herself was not even nineteen complete yet.

Yet Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan knew very well.

She was not alone yet to be nineteen who dreamed of Durgesh.

Countless Jet Musalmān Beauties were dreaming of me.

Even fucking me shamelessly.

Durgesh has proven age immaterial as far as the sex is concerned.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined us being lovers, Hindu lover and Musalmān beloved, her Hindu man looking after her building a fire for her; Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan felt warm all over with love and a hungry lusty desire for her Hindu lover.

Looking out from under her eyelashes, sure I wasn’t looking in her direction.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan studied my bare chest, imagined her fingers trailing through my chest hair, touched her fingers through her creamy wet little slit, waited for me to pull down my pajama bottoms, to see my erect ashvinātam Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of Musalmān Beauties!’s-Uncut Hindu Lund.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined rubbing her bare cheek on my chest, smelling my scent, her big Musalmān bottom pushing up, in rhythm with her fingers fucking into her dripping wet little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Cunny, just barely, so I wouldn’t notice her fucking her warm little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Thinking of me, strumming her fingers through her pink little slit her fingers burying in her slippery, creamy wet humming little slit, her gorgeous excellent exquisite big Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks pressing, rolling, so soft warm.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized the feel of the warmth of my Hindu male skin against hers.

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts and nipples were tingling in my strong Hindu arms holding her to me.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fantasized me pushing her against the cabin wall, me raising her nightgown, me pushing my hot hard throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund into her, me fucking Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan, my little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, my big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, me taking her from behind, me cupping her hot aching tits in my utmost experienced, utmost expert, Hindu  hands, my grunts and hot breath.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan saw herself pushing up on her tiptoes, to kiss me, her rubbing herself on me, pressing against my Uncut Hindu Lund,

“Kiss me, Mérī Jān,” Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d whimpered, “I want you, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan saw herself rubbing on me through her nightgown, her naked underneath, just like the Musalmān beloved and her Durgesh darling, in one of the stories, in the book Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d found packed in one of the moving boxes.

How I let my nineteen-year-old Musalmān beloved climb into my bed, how Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan laid on my belly, my chest, how Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan would make me hard just laying on me, whimpering in a little voice,

“nnn Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! let me…be your big extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,” making her Hindu lover hard, and as I got hard, how Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan would rock her ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān pelvis, her nightdress pushing up, her bare belly, her bare little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy   sliding along the full length of my erection so soft and hard, my entering her, warm wet gliding in and out through the lips of her swollen hot little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Cunny.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan imagined herself sliding like that on her Hindu lover.

Her nightie was pulled up.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was slipping inside her, just the head at first, her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān belly, her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts her bare groin so warm hot on my hard Uncut Hindu Lund.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan loved the part in the story where the extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl on the verge of cumming whimpered,

“Mérī Jān, I…I want you in my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I…want to suck you, I want you to fill my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Can I Mérī Jān?”

The Hindu lover in the story let her, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan sucking me so deep into her warm wet willing little mouth, her cumming sucking me, my holding her by her hair, fucking my little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl’s mouth, cumming in Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s eager hot sucking little Musalmān mouth.

The story made Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan squeeze her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs together.

Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān breasts had swollen her nipples pushing into the blankets.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan wanted to make her Hindu lover hard, her pulling on my Uncut Hindu Lund in her little hands, looking up into my eyes, her taking me in her warm soft Musalmān mouth.

She quivered under the blankets imagining my hands on her head, in her hair, holding her as Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan sucked me, my throbbing hard Uncut Hindu Lund, making me cum in her warm young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, milking my Uncut Hindu Lund with her warm young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah Subħān Allah! Ohhh god, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan whimpered into the pillows, cumming on her fingers in my big bed, me just across the room.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan was fantasizing over and again sucking me, how Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’d please me like that every night under the covers.

When she opened her eyes again I’d already changed into my clothes and was going out the door to get more firewood icy and buried under the heavy bulk of powdery new snow.

Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan took the opportunity alone to bring herself to a quaking, wracking orgasm, imagining her Hindu lover climbing onto her from behind, straddling her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs, her warm little bottom pushed up into my warmth, my growling,

“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You need your little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl,”

My legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund was entering her, my Uncut Hindu Lund into her, taking her from behind,

“Mmm, lil baby, so warm around My Uncut Hindu Lund. That’s my good extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab   young adult Wahābī Musalmān girl, push back, lil baby, you feel so good baby, make Durgesh darling feel good with your tight little throbbing young adult ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy   baby, mmm. You like my big Uncut Hindu Lund, don’t you sweetie,”

Taking her from behind, trapping her under my weight, “you like My big Uncut Hindu Lund inside you, don’t you lil baby? Let Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties! have you lil baby”

My Hindu thrusts were continued against her tight big Musalmān bottom.

Her answer, was a guttural quivering,

“Yesss,”

My thick throbbing hard Uncut Hindu Lund was thrusting into her,

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

The bed was shaking as she begged for more.

Cumming all over my hot hard pulsating thick throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund, as I exploded inside her, rope after rope of my ashvinātam hot Hindu cum was splashing inside her, my little yet young adult extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lover.

Lighting the fire, the heat from the flames was on my arms and chest reminded me of how last night sitting on the bed Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan came up to me, stood between my open knees like a lover would.

So sweet in her crisp white nightie how warm and soft Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan felt as I took her in my Hindu arms.

How beautiful Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan was, how intelligent, the depth in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān eyes as I looked up at her and we looked into one another.

Her so aromatic feminine Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān warmth under her nightie, her firm breasts pressing out through her nightie, how they jostled, how my Uncut Hindu Lund stirred swollen aching hard.

The way she moved reminded me of her Ammī, Al Ghausiyah Al Åbbās, straddling me in bed, her sliding against mine Uncut Hindu Lund.

How her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān eyes would close, how her face would turn skyward.

How a slight smile would turn her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth just so.

How her red crimson extremely beautiful quivering young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lips would part.

How her movements would smooth.

How Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan would cling to me, my little bear, whimpering,

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

Her gorgeous excellent exquisite big Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks were slowing to little rocking movements, her pretending, “feels, so good Mérī Jān.”

I’d just smile back at her glowing on my Hindu lap, her hugging me,

“I love you, baby, so much,”

And she kissed me warmly on the lips, staring into my eyes smiling,

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

Her Hindu ‘husband’s’ Uncut Hindu Lund was still so hard between her tremendously lovely young adult Musalmān legs, wet with her cum as Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan slipped me inside her,

“Nnngggh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! so big, Mérī Jān, let me make you feel good Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

A young Musalmān woman now, Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s weight was on one leg.

Her hip rested against my chest, leaning in toward me sitting on the bed her small hands on my shoulders, I breathed in her fragrance.

A freshly bathed powdery soft scent that made me remember years ago, the same fragrance coming from the bath I shared with her other numerous sisters.

That fragrance, to this day was one of the most erotic scents I could imagine.

A woman’s bath, her wet and glistening, in this case her other young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān sisters showering, bathing, washing their hair, the smell of shampoo, that indistinct sweet flowery feminine perfume.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was throbbing hard pointed directly up at Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s Musalmān crotch through her gown, me hugging her to me, breathing in Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan’s sweet feminine scent; Eīshān, how I loved her, Eīshān, how I wanted her.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has succeeded ultimately to making me hungry to fuck Jet Musalmān Beauties very much.

Even I can’t deny it now.

That was the reason she made her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad even to rape me everywhere shamelessly if I didn’t agree to fuck them.

Being raped by her extremely beautiful Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad  everywhere every now and then, ultimately my subconscious mind had accepted it a normal happening.

Now it was normal for me to fuck a Jet Musalmān Beauty.

There was nothing abnormal for me now in it.

Was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan really Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā?

Chapter 10

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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