GOTRBHID MAHĀ BHĀRAT: Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté: 21

Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat

Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté

Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,

Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī

1/18: Ādi Parv

Durgesh

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Chapter 21

Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Sābirah Al Wahāb

Durgesh Sītā Bhārgav

That was what Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr is actually good at.
Al Kuwait Creations were almost similar to the Gāndhār of Mahābhārat period, if there was such a period.
He still didn’t know whether there were any Mahābhārat war, or not.
The Westerners never accepted there was.
They always claimed it was only a mythological tale, nothing else.
Yet, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr wasn’t so sure now.
If Durgesh’s Time Cycle Theory were incorrect, how the hell was it possible for him to go in the Trétā era ever?
He met his real father Brahm Nārāyañ Mukherjī there.
Brahm Nārāyañ Mukherjī was exactly his identical.
Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr found he has so many real and half Brāhmañ sisters in Trétā.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan once more proved herself correct.
“If you lick your wife, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Sābirah Al Wahāb, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt
I mean, after Durgesh fucks her, you may get rid of your entire shortcomings gradually, eventually, ultimately.”
Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr smiled cunningly.
Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, reincarnated, you want to cuckold me too?”
“Do I need to, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, reincarnated, smiled sarcastically.
Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr watched the utmost cunning young woman he had ever encountered with, in his entire life.
He could never decide who was using whom.
Sometimes he thought Durgesh was using Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, reincarnated, successfully, without letting her even realize what he was doing with her.
Yet, sometimes Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabīr himself doubted his own theory.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was getting more from Durgesh than Durgesh was getting from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā, reincarnated.
How then Durgesh was using her?*

Mahārānī Rājmātā Kuntī Chaturvédī was neither Mahārānī nor Rājmātā then.
She was Rājkumārī Kuntī Chaturvédī only.
What a tragedy!
She had to leave her son, Karñ Kauntéý Chaturvédī, only because he was an offspring from her premarital affair.
She had numerous Musalmān lady friends that had their premarital affairs with Durgesh mostly, or at least with other capable Hindus.
They were even bold enough to revolt against their society.
Ayesha Ahmad, Dr. Ali Sina’s co-author, was a born Musalmān lady.
Yet, she bravely wrote against Islam.
Here, the traditional Paurāñik Brāhmañ of Chaturvédī Creations were obstinate not to let any Brāhmañ young lady have any premarital affair.
She was expected to be a virgin obstinately until she wasn’t married.
Rājkumārī Kuntī Chaturvédī loved Durgesh, a Bachhalyā.
Despite a large number of restrictions, she enjoyed premarital sex with Durgesh.
She deliberately conceived Durgesh’s child in her womb.
Gave birth to a handsome male child clandestinely with the help of ever revolting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
She had been extolled far beyond her deserts and the incident was never mentioned.*

After my Bachhalyā Lund had exited Dr. Sītā Bhārgav’s extremely beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ  mouth the next few jets had landed mainly on her chin.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav‘s beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ fingers then released my Bachhalyā Lund.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav brought her my Bachhalyā cum covered fingers to her beautiful Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth and began to lick it clean.

My eyes were grave watching her.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav saw my Bachhalyā Lund jump in excitement.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled.

In this Infinite BrāhmKalp now the lost glory of Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs even is returning fast.

Narendr Modi is being credited for it.

However, they knew, the entire Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs, that actually entire HVSI has brought it.

How excellently the time cycle, the Kālchakr, was working!

There were Brahm Apsarās again prominent in Bollywood.

Katrina Kaif was number one, but it needed Saba Qamar too.

Infinite BrāhmKalp is now elevating Saba Qamar and other beautiful Pakistani Musalmān heroines in Bollywood.

Maryam Tanvīr Ålī is also one of them.

When she had her fingers cleaned off Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began to collect my cum from her chin and sucked it off them.
“Take off your shirt,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said as I immediately pulled my shirt off and sat naked before her on the couch.

She had seen me in bathing suits around the pool many times.

Naturally, she knew pretty well what my Bachhalyā male body looked like, but now as I sat before her basking in the afterglow of the first orgasm I didn’t give myself.

I looked sexy and appealing in a way she never would have dreamed possible.

Truly I was a fine man.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav reached up again to my Bachhalyā Lund and began to stroke it.

It was hard almost immediately and although she very much wanted to feel me in her Bhārgav Brāhmañ mouth again and taste my Bachhalyā cum there was something else that she knew she needed more.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slowly stood up before me and teasingly asked,

“Are you ready for more of your present?”

“There’s more?” I replied softly in excitement.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav slowly untied her robe and pulled it open before letting it drop to the floor behind her.

I stared at her naked, excited Bhārgav Brāhmañ body and smiled.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could feel my eyes exploring her and in her heightened lust they almost felt as intense as a pair of hands touching her.

A thick mat of dark, curly hair surrounded her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav watched me stare patiently at the spot where her legs met.

Her exercising had kept her fit and she only had a small stomach that she knew was much smaller than any other women she knew her own age.

Her heavy tits even hadn’t started relenting to her age.

They were still where they rode on her chest.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav liked their shape and thought the even the slight dropping would give her a sexy, experienced look when naked.

It seemed like I agreed as my eyes spent several long Moments staring lustfully at her tits as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav stood still before me.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav stepped forward and straddled my Bachhalyā male lap before lowering herself toward my Bachhalyā Lund.

She reached down and easily guided my rock hard Bachhalyā Lund inside her letting herself fall down taking me all the way inside her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot with little fanfare.

Both of us let out long, intense groans as I felt something and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav felt something she hadn’t experienced ever before.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav leaned close to my ear and whispered,

“There is as much of this as you want.”

I smiled at her words.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav started riding up and down on my hard Bachhalyā Lund.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav threw everything into her fuck and she felt alive and excited like Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  didn’t remember was possible.

All feelings of wrong were gone now and were replaced only by a craving for more of this intense sensation.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav guided my Bachhalyā male hands around to her gorgeous Bhārgav Brāhmañ ass and I began to grope and feel it excitedly.

The sheer Bachhalyā male desire Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could feel from me, thrilled her and made her want my Bachhalyā Lund into her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot even more.

Again, this fuck was not shorter as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  had thought.

She had forgotten how excitable I could be and how little control she had the first few times I fucked.

She let out another cry as started to cum inside her pussy for the first time ever.

The sensation of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ cum bathing my still in action stiff Bachhalyā Lund  and the feeling of my body reacting so strongly to her orgasm triggered an orgasm in me too that was stronger and longer than any Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could remember having.

I opened my eyes and stared at her in pleasure as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav screamed out when her orgasm started.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav clutched me tightly to her Bhārgav Brāhmañ tits and drove my Bachhalyā Lund as far inside her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could, as her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot  exploded into a long series of spasms and twitches.

It seemed like there wasn’t a single part of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ body that wasn’t affected by her orgasm and when it finally passed Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  sank against her Bachhalyā lover in complete relief and release.

We sat in silence for a long while with my still rock hard Bachhalyā Lund still inside her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot before Dr. Sītā Bhārgav finally whispered,

“That was amazing.”

I smiled,

“Thank you.”

“You don’t need to. It’s my pleasure, Bachhalyā Piyā.” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav kissed me passionately on my Bachhalyā male lips.

I sat up and looked at her before answering,

“I’m honored. Yet it can also be so much more.”

After my words she moved to me and we met in a new kind of kiss.

This was the deep, exploring kiss of lovers and not at all like any kiss we had previously shared.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav immediately let her tongue enter my mouth and soon our tongues were dancing a slow, delicious dance together.

We remained in this position kissing and just basking in being naked together for a long time.

How much?

Neither of us knew nor cared to.

Then Dr. Sītā Bhārgav started her second round.

My ever stiff Bachhalyā Lund was already there completely buried into her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot.

She fucked me this time more vigorously.

Her Bhārgav Brāhmañ shame was diminishing now with more and more intimacy.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav fucked me for hours rising and sitting on my Bachhalyā Lund nonstop continually without even a single indication that she was tired even a bit.

Her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot kept swallowing my Bachhalyā Lund nonstop.

There was a third round too.

Then there was a fourth round.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

Then there was a fifth, sixth and seventh round.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was fucking me as if endlessly.

My palms were playing with her gorgeous Bhārgav Brāhmañ buttocks constantly.

Eventually Dr. Sītā Bhārgav rose from my lap and held out her hand to me.

I stood, took her hand, and gravely followed her down the hallway.

For some reason Dr. Sītā Bhārgav stopped at my bedroom and led me into my own room.

My room was just a shade bigger than her own but had the same king sized bed her room had.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav didn’t know why, but something about being with me like this in my own room surrounded by the various posters of athletes, bands, and nearly naked women made the sensation more intense for her.

Since I never made my bed we didn’t even need to move the sheets as we crawled in together.

We resumed our deep kiss from earlier and kept that up for a long while before Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  decided it was time to let me explore.

I was lying on my back and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  crawled onto her hands and knees over me.

Letting her heavy tits hang down on me Dr. Sītā Bhārgav began dragging them back and forth slowly over my chest and stomach causing me to groan in outright lust.

By the time she had them over my face I began kissing them.
She rolled over onto her back letting me kneel over her as I resumed exploring her tits.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was getting very excited.
For what seemed like hours I explored her tits and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav happily let me.

When Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was so excited and wet that Dr. Sītā Bhārgav couldn’t take any more teasing she gasped,

“Touch me.”

I looked at her as if I was unsure what she meant.

She repeated,

“Touch my Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot.”

I reached down and tentatively ran my fingers through her curly pussy hair.

My curious touch was very thrilling and Dr. Sītā Bhārgav longed to see what I would do next.

But Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was too excited to wait any longer for her release.

She reached down putting her fingers over mine and guided me to her clit.

I gasped in seeming surprise at the heavy wetness I found there and let her guide my fingers to the area Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wanted.

“There! Touch me there!” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  moaned.

I complied and began rubbing my fingers all over and around her engorged clit.

My touch was almost a turn on for her.

It didn’t take long with my fingers rubbing over her clit, even unknowingly, for her to explode into orgasm again.

I kept rubbing at her insistence and stared down at her watching her body tremble.

After she finished cumming I began exploring her pussy, tits, and stomach with my hands until she reached out and grasped my now rock hard Bachhalyā Lund.

“Fuck me,” she urged as she fondled my Bachhalyā Lund and spread her legs widely apart indicating where Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wanted me to be.

I moved between her legs.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav reached down and guided my Bachhalyā Lund to the entrance of her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot.

With a single push I drove myself all the way inside her.
Tentatively at first I began fucking her as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav gave herself over to me and let me do with her what I wanted.

After a while we reached a tempo that was easy for me to maintain and easy for her to compliment through her own Bhārgav Brāhmañ thrusts.

It felt so good for Dr. Sītā Bhārgav  to have a hard Bachhalyā Lund between her Bhārgav Brāhmañ legs that her head was spinning in bliss.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav watched me riding her as I pushed myself up on my hands to help my thrusting.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could feel me experimenting with different speeds and angles and most of all she simply basked in my desire and the feeling of my hard Bachhalyā Lund filling her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot so perfectly.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav wanted it to last all day and it did last much longer than she expected based on our earlier encounters.

It ultimately was her own Bhārgav Brāhmañ orgasm that triggered me this time again and not the other way around.

Part of her felt silly at having so little control over her own desire it felt so amazingly good she felt like Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could cum over and over all day long.

When Dr. Sītā Bhārgav groaned and her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot began twitching around my Bachhalyā Lund from her orgasm, it didn’t take long for me to start cumming.

There was no way I could resist the added stimulation of her orgasm and my began just as hers was reaching its peak.

Both called out and groaned over and over as we shared a mutual orgasm.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav felt completely drained and exhausted once we finished cumming and suspected I must have felt the same way.

I collapsed into her arms and we held each other closely.

She ran her hands over my ever young, strong back and caressed my tight hips as we exchanged a few kisses and mostly just stayed together.

I seemed reluctant to let her leave so she asked,

“What’s wrong?”

“Well,” I smiled, “I don’t want my present to end.”

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled wickedly at me and gave me a soft kiss on my lips. “Ohhh, Durgesh darling,” she purred, “This doesn’t ever have to end if you don’t want it to.”

The look of relief and excitement on my face made Dr. Sītā Bhārgav giggle.

“Come on, let’s continue till you want to,”

Her hair was still pulled up behind her head but was quite tussled and a bit of a mess.
Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled wickedly at her reflection in the mirror fixed opposite her and decided not to bother fixing her appearance only to get it messed up later when she planned on fucking me nonstop again.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav still wore the wicked smile as Dr. Sītā Bhārgav pulled me once again on her nude Bhārgav Brāhmañ young body.

It was good to have an utmost experienced Bachhalyā Lund into her Bhārgav Brāhmañ Choot.

Wasn’t it?

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav smiled wickedly once more enjoying my Bachhalyā thrusts once more inside her.*

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav was feeling drowsy, but not quite ready for bed.

She sat in her robe in front of the TV, sipping hot chocolate.

She’d meant to watch an educational program on the History channel, but flipping through channels she’d become interested in a trashier program gossiping about lifestyles of the Bachhalyās and their sex lives with Brahmkanyās, Brahmāñīs and Muslimāt.

She watched this now, half-bored.

It was the usual story shown already infinite times.

The Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs lack the fire in their ever over moral Brāhmañ female bodies the Muslimāt ever do by birth.

The Muslimāt are hottest genetically.

Moreover, the lifestyle of the Muslimāt is entirely different from the lifestyle of the Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs.

Nonsense!

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav herself has satisfied Durgesh completely.

Being a Brahm Padminī, it wasn’t easy for Dr. Sītā Bhārgav to be as aggressive in sex with Durgesh as she was deliberately.

Dr. Sītā Bhārgav could not understand how her Musalmān sisters could manage it.

Their Ammī was the same.

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl never believed in matrimony.

She was a profound feminist always.

She had sex with Durgesh even.

Yet she never surrendered to Durgesh even.

“He isn’t my husband.” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl used to say, “Dr. Sītā Bhārgav, my dear child, you should have refused to your father to live with him. Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav is a good man. Yet, sorry, I can’t be his Najmah Mandodarī.”

“Ammī Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said politely, “Dad is only named Dashānan Bhārgav. He has no similarities with the historical Swarñ Lankéshvar Rāvañ Vaishravañ Paulastý.”

Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Åāyeshah Al Jalāl laughed.

“Really? Only because Dashānan Bhārgav compelled me successfully to give you to him, you think Dashānan Bhārgav is a responsible father?”

“Dad didn’t took only me, Ammī Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī,” Dr. Sītā Bhārgav said bitterly, “He compelled you to give him his every offspring from you. Nevertheless, he always requested to take care of us. He always invited you to live there in Golden Creations, Golden Capital City. What the more is needed to prove that Dad Bhārgav Chakrvartī Dashānan Bhārgav is a perfectly competent and responsible father? Even Swarñ Lankéshvar Rāvañ Vaishravañ Paulastý had not only abandoned his daughter, Brahm Jagdambā, Sītā Rāvañi Vaishravañ Paulastý.”

Chapter 22
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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


Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

Årab Mahā Bhārat:

1/22: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’

DSM Satyarthi

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter3

Chapter 4

Religious freedom: Religious Police

هُوَ الَّذِي خَلَقَ لَكُم مَّا فِي الْأَرْضِ جَمِيعًا ثُمَّ اسْتَوَىٰ إِلَى السَّمَاءِ فَسَوَّاهُنَّ سَبْعَ سَمَاوَاتٍ ۚ وَهُوَ بِكُلِّ شَيْءٍ عَلِيمٌ

Huwallazī kħalaqalakum mā filarzi jamīån summ istawā ilā assamāi fasawwahunn sabaå samawātin wahuw’ bikulli shayin ålīmun.’

‘It is He Who created for you all that is on earth and then turned above and fashioned it into seven heavens. He knows all things.’

Al Qur’ān Al Kareem: 2 Al Baqarah: 29

Eisāvāsyamidagvong sarvam ytkinch’ jagtyām jagat,

tén tyaktén bhunjīthā mā gr’dhah kasý sviddhanam.’

Panentheable by Eīshān must be this all―

Whatever that moves in the world.

With that renounced, enjoy yourself,

Covet no wealth of anyone.’

―Ved: 2Y: 40/1

Sheikħ Ammī!

Sheikħzādī Kħālidah Umm Moosā!

She was an irascible, unpredictable, fighter.

Even when her husband, Sheikħ Aħmad, had not died, it was believed that she was the brains running the entire Al Kuwait universe.

A great mastermind, vastly acknowledged almost everywhere.

It was a miracle, the militants had made her  believe that her son, the young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer was guilty.

Sheikħzādī Kħālidah Umm Moosā, the Sheikħ Ammī, was  a great mastermind.

Yet, YET, the militants had made her  believe that her son, the young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer was guilty.

No doubt, the militants themselves had their own mastermind also.

It was a fight for power between, rather among, the masterminds, as the ‘Mahābhārat’ itself was.

“The new Mahābhārat is full of numerous masterminds, Durgesh!” Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabeer said, “Who could believe the Sheikħ Ammī could be convinced of the guilt of her own son.”

However, it did not mean that she did not love her son.

How much she loved her son, was revealed to me, when a humanoid robot opened the door for me.

If it were not known to me that the young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer was in the police custody, I would’ve certainly believed that it was the young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer, himself, who had opened the door for me.

The humanoid robot was an exact replica of her son Sheikħ Al Zabeer.

“Welcome, most welcome, Al Buůūlat-ul Muslimāt!” the humanoid robot greeted me with all the manners Sheikħ Al Zabeer had. Even the voice was the same. “Please, accompany me. We have to go right up. The Sheikħ Ammī is expecting you.”

“Good, very good,” I smiled, “I salute your Sheikħ Ammī, Sheikħzādī Kħālidah Umm Moosā, Al Zabeer! So, it is a humanoid robot facing the trial, not you?”

“It was the original planning.” The humanoid robot admitted smiling, “but the mastermind architect could not be fooled to the extent required.”

“How do I know you’re not fooling me, instead?” I smiled amiably.

The humanoid robot laughed.

“Even the mastermind architect of this deep rooted conspiracy could not be fooled to the extent required, and you’re suspecting, the Sheikħ Ammī is trying to fool YOU? Great! Isn’t it?”

I smiled.

“Why not?”

“The Sheikħ Ammī is not a fool enough, even to try it. Please, come on. The stairs to the left, please.”

I saw him in surprise.

“Isn’t there any elevator?”

“There is.” R. Al Zabeer, the humanoid robot, if it was, smiled, “There is.  But unfortunately it’s out of order temporarily,  for last fifteen minutes only. Sorry.”

I was fucking Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabeer, on all her fours.

It was my compulsion, not lust.

I was a LSI, a person living on sexual intercourse.

Hudā was co-operating with me.

It was not easy for her.

But she had to take my help.

That’s why she had travelled to Trantor.

With all the confidence in the Multiverse, we climbed the wide flight of Oak stairs, and walked down to the second floor.

A signboard, bearing a legend ‘Office’, welcomed us.

Through the glass door, it can easily be seen that a whole ‘universe’ of computers was alive behind it.

There were so many stenographers busily engaged in clicking with mice.

A bunch of visiphones and E-mail operators were also receiving and sending the necessary messages.

At a desk, facing the door, sat the more beautiful young woman, I met in the courtroom.

She even winked at me , invitingly now.

“Well, well, well,” She stood up greeting me, “I’m Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm. I never knew my invitation had been accepted. The laundī is enormously honored, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

I winked at her and we both, laughed.

Al Hudā  also was smiling.

And why shouldn’t she?

Al Hudā Al Zabīr had traveled to Trantor, for it.

Though, under her breath, Al Hudā Al Zabīr was telling me.

“Your Hindu prick is hardening in the entire tight pathway of my Årab Muslimā cunt more and more. Moreover, it’s growing thick more and more too. Shame on you, Al Buůûlat-ul Muslimāt!”

“Why shame on me, darling?” I smiled quite shamelessly, “If I’m really Al Buůûlat-ul Muslimāt, as you all of you say I am, she is my wife. Isn’t she?”

“Allāh Allāh Khair-Sallāh”

“Just a moment, darling!” Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm laughed melodiously, “Let me inform Sheikħ Ammī, you’re here.”

“Why? Can’t you even meet me without her permission, even when you yourself have invited me?”

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm smiled impishly.

She glided however, from the room, through an open doorway and in a moment returned.

Sheikħ Ammī is waiting for you eagerly. However, before entering, if you kindly allow me to brief you, I shall be highly obliged.”

“Go ahead.” I smiled.

Sheikħ Ammī is a self made woman, Durgesh darling!” Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm smiled sweetly, “she hates self pity. She hates the feeling that she can’t do something.”

Al Hudā was enjoying me now with obvious relaxation.

“Don’t worry,” Both her globes of soft flesh, her feminine Kuwaiti Wahābī Årab Musalmān buttocks, were in eager and fervent movement now rocking forwards and backwards, “Al Zabeer is my elder brother. Sheikħ Ammī is my mother also, as well as she is the mother of Brother Al Zabeer. She is worried of his future. Yet she’ll never admit it before any one. She dislikes the persons sympathizing with her. She hates any incapability whatsoever affiliated with her ever.  I’ve told all these things to Durgesh already.”

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm smiled sweetly again.

Her smile was again inviting me.

“She dislikes her weaknesses, though she is entirely aware of them.” Assalāt said politely, “Everybody has his/ her weaknesses. Some like to hide them, some don’t. The persons who don’t like to hide their weaknesses, however, don’t like to discuss them. Sheikħ Ammī is also one of these second ones. Al Zabeer is her weakness, as strong as she ordered me to go to the court myself. Yet she…..”

I moved forward.

Caressing both her gorgeous rounded Kuwaiti Wahābī Årab Musalmān buttocks, and kissing on her crimson lips, I smiled.

“Darling! Let me myself find out what your Sheikħ Ammī is and what she is not.”

Both my actions, that I caressed her gorgeous rounded Kuwaiti Wahābī Årab Musalmān buttocks and kissed her on her crimson lips, did the work.

Feeling my masculine, Hindu lips within millimeters of hers, Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm flicked out her beautiful Årab Muslimā female tongue and touched my Hindu lips with it.

A spasm of delight went through my entire Hindu masculine body, as her Årab Muslimā tip of the tongue touched my bottom masculine Hindu lip.

I took her beautiful face in my palms and outlined her extra ordinary crimson Årab Muslim female lips with the tip of my masculine Hindu tongue.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm pressed her beautiful feminine Årab Muslim mouth against my masculine Hindu mouth.

We breathed into each other’s mouth.

Forgetting everything, Assalāt and I, both, were aware now of only our closeness and the heat of one another’s flesh.

Our hands began to move, digging and tearing at one another’s clothing, fumbling with zippers and grappling with buttons.

We broke apart and sucked in the filtered air.

“Let me.” Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm smiled sweetly, “I know how to get out of it easily.”

“Soon I’ll also know.” I winked at her.

She laughed and kissed me in response, expressing her delighted appreciation of my remark.

The reception room was filled with the sound of zippers unzipping.

In a matter of seconds, we were completely undressed.

I put my right index finger bent, under her exquisite feminine chin and lifted it up.

There was a shining expectant glow in her exquisite Årab Muslim feminine eves.

I lowered my head and pressed my lips against hers.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm’s exquisite, fine, delicate, lovely, feminine Årab Muslim lips quickly parted in response.

The tips of our tongues met refusing to allow any discrimination on the ground of any communalism whatsoever, and stabbed at each other in a warm, damp, love battle.

I wrapped my strong arms around Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm, cupped her superb feminine Kuwaiti Wahābī Årab Musalmān buttocks, and then pulling my mouth from her exquisite, lovely, delicate, Årab Muslim feminine face I touched my lips to the side of her beautiful neck.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm sighed softly.

She was thankful to Sheikħ Ammī, Sheikħzādī Kħālidā Umm Moosā.

She was, actually, not the real sister of Al Zabeer, as she tried to impress me.

She was his Maamoozaad Cousin.

She loved Al Zabeer, yet the Sheikħ Ammī compelled her to seduce me.

“It’s in your own interest, the foolish girl!” Sheikħ Ammī, Sheikħzādī Kħālidah Umm Moosā, had said, “If you really want to save Al Zabeer’s life, seduce Durgesh.”

“I can’t.” She had thundered, “How dare you, even to suggest to me, this dirty attitude? I’m not a prostitute. I love Al Zabeer. I want to marry him.”

“When he’ll go to the gas chamber, telling him ‘Allāh Ħāfiz’, you’ll surrender yourself to Durgesh, cursing all the Musalmeen and cursing even me.”

Stunned, she stared at Sheikħ Ammī, Sheikħzādī Kħālidah Umm Moosā.

Then the truth dawned on her and she gave up.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm could feel my heavy Hindu erection as I moved downward.

My intense Hindu erection was pushing against her flat stomach, nudging her, against her own computer table.

She put her hands behind her and braced herself as I began stroking her velvety Årab Muslim female pubic hair with the palm of my hand.

“I appreciate your appreciation of my exquisite Årab Muslim feminine beauty, Durgesh, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! However it’s not your first time, as it is mine.”

“What do you mean?” I buried my Hindu masculine  face against her Kuwaiti Wahābī Årab Musalmān breasts, against the soft, elastic, flexible, resilient, Årab Muslim female flesh.

“I mean it’s not your first time to enjoy a willing young and smart Årab Muslim female beauty. Yet, it’s my first time with any male at all.” Her right Kuwaiti Wahābī Årab Musalmān palm was seeking for my rocketing hard Hindu penis.

“Of course it’s not my first time.” I smiled, “I’m lucky enough to enjoy infinite of you Musalmān Beauties .”

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm also smiled,

“It’s my first time. I hope you’ll forgive me if I can’t cooperate with you properly, as the others do.”

“Don’t worry.” I laughed, “You’ll also learn. I’ll teach you.”

The aureoles of her Årab Muslim female nipples began to tingle,  to quiver, to tickle, to itch, with needlelike sensations.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm tried to control herself and smiled,

“Why not, why not? How can I forget you’re a Hindu, and the ‘Tantr’ and the ‘Kām Sootr’, ‘Anangrang’, ‘Rati Rahasý’, etc. are your scriptures you practice?”

My masculine Hindu lips were brushing now against the aureoles of her nipples, against her nipples and against the soft, elastic, flexible, resilient, flesh of her nude Årab Muslim female breasts.

The responses of her right Årab Muslim female palm on my rocketing hard Hindu penis were telling me she was enjoying my Hindu male love actions on her soft, expandable, flexible, resilient, Årab Muslim female flesh very much.

Suddenly, I felt the hot flow of her Årab Muslim feminine saliva around my entire rocketing hard Hindu penis.

I’d forgotten already she had started to suck me, in the meantime .

I was too busy in enjoying her current Årab Muslim female love actions, united with mine own.

In addition, her love actions were numerous.

Virgin though she was, Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm was herself eager now to play the sex game with me.

Sheikħ Al Zabeer, she loved, was nowhere there now, up to the very farthest surroundings even.

The rosy Årab Muslim feminine tongue of Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm was working now in circular movements as her teeth impishly, lightly, bit my rocketing hard Hindu penis on its root.

“Want to cut and eat it?” I laughed.

“No,” Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm winked at me with enormous female Årab Muslimā lust in her exquisite eyes, “I’ll eat it with my lower Årab Muslim female mouth for ever.”

My masculine, right, Hindu palm began combing the soft, blond triangle of her Årab Muslim female pubic hair that covered her sex.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm began undulating the soft, elastic, flexible, resilient, flesh of her Årab Muslim feminine buttocks, rolling and twisting them out of enormous lust and passion for my hard Hindu penis and me.*

As the head of my rocketing hard Hindu penis parted her Årab Muslim labial lips, she kissed me passionately.

“Love me,” Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm requested, “Love me as no Hindu male has loved any Årab Muslimā female ever.”

The head of my rocketing hard Hindu penis slipped inside her damp Årab Muslim female recesses and sought out her Årab Muslim clitoral bud.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm threw back her head and gasped.

She was a virgin and the best man, in the creations ever, was entering her.

Her whole exquisite, Årab Muslimā feminine body was shaking, trembling, quivering, quaking, shuddering, and shivering, out of enormous Årab Muslimā feminine lust and passion for me, for a Hindu male, for a Hindu Penis.

She wrapped her exquisite, Årab Muslimāt feminine arms around my nude masculine Hindu waist and held me fast while she crushed her Årab Muslimā clitoral bud against the head of my rocketing hard Hindu penis.

All the time, she was kissing and kissing me passionately, fervently, avidly, ardently, single-mindedly, overpoweringly, and keenly.

All the time Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm was blowing her hot Årab Muslimā feminine breath against my masculine Hindu face.

The sweet scent of her Årab Muslimā femininity and the feel of her firm vibrant Årab Muslimā feminine body made me feel wonderfully lightheaded.

I closed my eyes, inhaled, and returned her warm kisses fervently.

The head of my rocketing hard Hindu penis parted her glistening Årab Muslimāt labial lips, worked inside and began probing her lustrous pink Årab Muslimāt feminine depths.

Durgesh, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm murmured over and over as if my name had become a prayer for her.

I responded to each invocation of my name by her, by stabbing deeper with my incredible, unique, Hindu penis into her exquisite Årab Muslimā cunt.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm pressed the back of her hand over her exquisite Årab Muslim feminine mouth to keep from screaming.

I stopped to catch my breath and Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm began whimpering.

“Please don’t stop, Durgesh!” She gasped, “Durgesh! Don’t….stop….please.”

I smiled, kissed her, and laughed,

“Stop? Never, darling. I haven’t even started yet my dear! Now I want you to turn around and brace yourself against your computer table.”

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm turned and bent over her computer table.

She laid her arms across it and rested her beautiful Årab Muslim feminine head on her forearms.

Then she spread her legs wide apart and arched her back in a deep curve.

My anticipation became an exultant, a jubilant, a triumphant, an elated, a proud and exhilarating force.

I moved forward until our bodies touched again.

With one palm, I began massaging her exquisite Årab Muslimā feminine breasts and slid the other down to guide the head of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis to her Årab Muslimāt labial lips.

I spread Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm’s Årab Muslimā vulva apart with the head of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis and began rubbing it back and forth, through the eager, expectant, and anticipating vulva.

A series of shudders passed through Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm as the head of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis touched her Årab Muslimā clitoris again.

Once again, Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm began the litany of saying my name.

“Durgesh, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Fuck me. Fuck me savagely. I need you very much into me, there.”

She arched her glamorous back even deeper, presenting herself to me.

With the head of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis, again I searched for the delicate opening of her Årab Muslimā cunt, found it again, and then eased the head of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis inside.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm trembled all over again, as I penetrated her with several inches of my ever rocketing hard Hindu masculine flesh of penis.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm’s Årab Muslimā feminine breathing became a slow, steady panting.

I, rocking my waist, pressed more and more of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis into her.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm, for my convenience, packed with burning desire and gigantic Årab Muslimā feminine lust for me, spread her
beautiful legs further apart.

She herself began thrusting back against me.

I squeezed her beautiful thighs and her beautifully rounded fleshy Årab Muslimāt feminine buttocks and breasts, and all the while, I kept steadily driving further into her.

I reached down between her legs and felt the wet folds of her beautiful, lusty, juicy, Årab Muslimā cunt stuffed full of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis, holding it lustily, entirely, inside.

I put my hands over her nude waist and held her fast as I began employing my long and hard Hindu strokes.

The thickest part of my Hindu shaft was now completely embedded into Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm.

She moaned with passion as she surged back against me.

The movements of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis had taken a steady rhythm, now spearing her delightful, pleasant, charming, lovely, wonderful, enjoyable, amusing, agreeable, enchanting, and captivating, Årab Muslimā cunt.

The ever enticing, ever tempting, ever alluring, ever inviting, ever appealing, ever tantalizing, ever beguiling, ever captivating, rounded globes of flesh, her Årab Muslim nude feminine buttocks, were filling my nude masculine Hindu lap again and again, thus imparting me immense sexual pleasure.

The strained moans, coming from Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm, became more and more demanding, as the pressure began to build in her.

When she seemed to reach a plateau of sensation, I fucked her harder more firmly.

Captivated by my ever increasing, ever harder, penetrations, Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm was kissing me passionately again and again, all the while increasing the back and forth movements of her Årab Muslim feminine nude buttocks into my nude masculine Hindu lap.

My ever-rocketing Hindu penis was anointed with her Årab Muslim feminine juices of her cunt now.

Every time I withdrew it up to its head from her cunt, my Hindu penis was glistening with her Årab Muslimā cunt fluid.

Rocking back and forth on my Hindu penis again and again ultimately, she felt the pressure building inside her.

“It will be my ever first climax, Durgesh, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm kissed me again.

Her beautiful Årab Muslim feminine buttocks once again filled my nude Hindu lap, swallowing my entire Hindu penis once again into her enticing Årab Muslimā cunt.

“So?” I smiled.

“I want to celebrate it.”

“Are you really pleased that your ever first climax is due to a Hindu penis and over a Hindu penis?” I asked her gravely.

“Not due to and not over ‘a’ Hindu penis.” Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm smiled sweetly at me, “Due to your Hindu penis and over your Hindu penis.”

I laughed,

“Is there any difference, my darling?”

“Of course there is a difference. In fact, there is a great difference. I’ve started to love you now.”

“What?” startled I saw her, “Don’t you love Al Zabeer any more?”

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm started to flood over my Hindu penis inside her.

Both her delicate superb wonderful, striking, Årab Muslimā buttocks had again packed my nude Hindu lap taking my Hindu penis entirely into her wonderful, stunning, Årab Muslimā cunt.

All the time she was kissing and kissing me passionately, fervently, avidly, ardently, single-mindedly, overpoweringly, and keenly.

All the time Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm was blowing her hot Årab Muslimā feminine breath against my masculine Hindu face.

I closed my eyes, inhaled, and returned her warm Årab Muslim female kisses fervently.

The head of my rocketing hard Hindu penis parted her glistening Årab Muslimā labial lips, worked inside and began probing her lustrous pink Årab Muslimāt feminine depths.

“Durgesh! Durgesh!” Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm murmured over and over as if my name had become a prayer for her.

I responded to each invocation of my name by her by stabbing deeper with my incredible, unique, Hindu penis into her exquisite Årab Muslimā cunt.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm pressed the back of her hand over her exquisite Årab Muslim feminine mouth to keep from screaming.

I stopped to catch my breath and Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm began whimpering.

“Please don’t stop, Durgesh!” She gasped, “Durgesh! Don’t….stop….please.”

She spread her legs wider apart and arched her back in a deeper curve.

I moved forward until our Hindu Muslim bodies touched again.

With one palm, I began massaging her exquisite Årab Muslimā feminine breasts and slid the other down to guide the head of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis to her Årab Muslimāt labial lips.

I spread Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm’s Årab Muslimā vulva apart with the head of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis and began rubbing it back and forth through the eager, expectant, and anticipating vulva.

A series of shudders passed through Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm as the head of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis touched her Årab Muslimā clitoris again.

She arched her glamorous back even deeper, presenting herself to me.

With the head of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis, again I searched for the delicate opening of her Årab Muslimā cunt, found it again, and then eased the head of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis inside.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm trembled all over again as I penetrated her with several inches of my ever rocketing hard Hindu masculine flesh of penis.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm’s Årab Muslimā feminine breathing became a slow, steady panting.

I, rocking my waist, pressed more and more of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis into her.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm, for my convenience, packed with burning desire and gigantic Årab Muslimā feminine lust for me, spread her beautiful legs further apart.

She herself began thrusting back against me.

I squeezed her beautiful thighs and her beautifully rounded fleshy Årab Muslimāt feminine buttocks and breasts, and all the while, I kept steadily driving further into her.

I reached down between her legs and felt the wet folds of her beautiful, lusty, juicy, Årab Muslimā cunt stuffed full of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis, holding it lustily, entirely, inside.

I put my hands over her nude waist and held her fast as I began employing my long and hard Hindu strokes.

She moaned with passion as she surged back against me.

The movements of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis had taken a steady rhythm now spearing her delightful, pleasant, charming, lovely, wonderful, enjoyable, amusing, agreeable, enchanting, and captivating, Årab Muslimā cunt.

The ever enticing, ever tempting, ever alluring, ever inviting, ever appealing, ever tantalizing, ever beguiling, ever captivating, rounded globes of flesh, her Årab Muslim nude buttocks, were filling my nude masculine Hindu lap again and again, thus imparting me immense sexual pleasure.

When she seemed to reach a plateau of sensation, I fucked her harder more firmly.

Captivated by my ever increasing, ever harder, penetrations, Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm was kissing me passionately again and again, all the while increasing the back and forth movements of her Årab Muslim feminine nude buttocks into my nude masculine Hindu lap.

My ever-rocketing Hindu penis was anointed with her Årab Muslim feminine juices of her cunt now.

Every time I withdrew it up to its head from her cunt, my Hindu penis was glistening with her Årab Muslimā cunt fluid.

Rocking back and forth on my Hindu penis again and again ultimately, she felt the pressure building inside her.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm started to flood over my Hindu penis inside her.

Both her delicate superb wonderful, striking, Årab Muslimā buttocks had again packed my nude Hindu lap taking my Hindu penis entirely into her wonderful, stunning, Årab Muslimā cunt.

Sheikħ Al Zabeer, she loved, was nowhere there up to very farthest surroundings.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm began undulating the soft, elastic, flexible, resilient, flesh of her Årab Muslim feminine buttocks, rolling and twisting them out of enormous lust and passion for me.

As the head of my rocketing hard Hindu penis parted her Årab Muslim labial lips, she kissed me passionately.

The head of my rocketing hard Hindu penis slipped inside her damp recesses and sought out her Årab Muslim clitoral bud.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm threw back her head and gasped.

She was a virgin and the best man in the creations ever was entering her.

Her whole exquisite, Årab Muslimā feminine body was shaking, trembling, quivering, quaking, shuddering, and shivering, out of enormous Årab Muslimā feminine lust and passion for me, for a Hindu male.

She wrapped her exquisite, Årab Muslimāt feminine arms around my nude masculine Hindu waist and held me fast while she ground her Årab Muslimā clitoral bud against the head of my rocketing hard Hindu penis.

Durgesh! Durgesh!” Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm murmured over and over as if my name had become a prayer for her.

I responded to each invocation of my name by her by stabbing deeper with my incredible, unique, Hindu penis into her exquisite Årab Muslimā cunt.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm pressed the back of her hand over her exquisite Årab Muslim feminine mouth to keep from screaming.

I stopped to catch my breath and Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm began whimpering.

“Please don’t stop, Durgesh!” She gasped, “Durgesh! Don’t….stop….please.”

I spread Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm’s Årab Muslimā vulva apart with the head of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis and began rubbing it back and forth through the eager, expectant, and anticipating vulva.

A series of shudders passed through Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm as the head of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis touched her Årab Muslimā clitoris again.

Once again, Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm began the litany of saying my name.

She arched her glamorous back even deeper, presenting herself to me.

With the head of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis, again I searched for the delicate opening of her Årab Muslimā cunt, found it again, and then eased the head of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis inside.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm trembled all over again as I penetrated her with several inches of my ever rocketing hard Hindu masculine flesh of penis.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm’s Årab Muslimā feminine breathing became a slow, steady panting.

I, rocking my waist, pressed more and more of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis into her.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm, for my convenience, packed with burning desire and gigantic Årab Muslimā feminine lust for me, spread her beautiful legs further apart.

She herself began thrusting back against me.

I squeezed her beautiful thighs and her beautifully rounded fleshy Årab Muslimāt feminine buttocks and breasts, and all the while, I kept steadily driving further into her.

I reached down between her legs and felt the wet folds of her beautiful, lusty, juicy, Årab Muslimā cunt stuffed full of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis, holding it lustily, entirely, inside.

I put my hands over her nude waist and held her fast as I began employing my long and hard Hindu strokes.

She moaned with passion as she surged back against me.

The movements of my ever-rocketing hard Hindu penis had taken a steady rhythm now spearing her delightful, pleasant, charming, lovely, wonderful, enjoyable, amusing, agreeable, enchanting, and captivating, Årab Muslimā cunt.

The ever enticing, ever tempting, ever alluring, ever inviting, ever appealing, ever tantalizing, ever beguiling, ever captivating, rounded globes of flesh, her Årab Muslim nude buttocks, were filling my nude masculine Hindu lap again and again, thus imparting me immense sexual pleasure.

The strained moans coming from Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm became more demanding as the pressure began to build in her.

When she seemed to reach a plateau of sensation, I fucked her harder more firmly.

Captivated by my ever increasing, ever harder, penetrations, Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm was kissing me passionately again and again, all the while increasing the back and forth movements of her Årab Muslim feminine nude buttocks into my nude masculine Hindu lap.

My ever-rocketing Hindu penis was anointed with her Årab Muslim feminine juices of her cunt now.

Every time I withdrew it up to its head from her cunt, my Hindu penis was glistening with her Årab Muslimā cunt fluid.

Rocking back and forth on my Hindu penis again and again ultimately, she felt the pressure building inside her.

My ever-rocketing Hindu penis was anointed with her Årab Muslim feminine juices of her cunt now.

Every time I withdrew it up to its head from her cunt, my Hindu penis was glistening with her Årab Muslimā cunt fluid.

Rocking back and forth on my Hindu penis again and again ultimately, she felt the pressure building inside her.

Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm started to flood over my Hindu penis inside her.

Both her delicate superb wonderful, striking, Årab Muslimā buttocks had again packed my nude Hindu lap taking my Hindu penis entirely into her wonderful, stunning, Årab Muslimā cunt.

She was climaxing in torrents now over my Hindu penis.@

The news reached the young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer, while he was waiting for her eagerly.

“Don’t wait for Assalāt Ibrāhīm, any more, Al Zabeer!” Sheikħzādī Al Sābirā, being fucked by me on all her glamorous nude fours, smiled triumphantly, “You’d challenged me that Assalāt Ibrāhīm will never leave you. I’d said, ‘You don’t know, and being a male, you even can’t experience the miraculous control I has over a lady, when his Hindu penis is inside her cunt.”

“I still don’t believe you.” the young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer, looked at Sheikħzādī Al Sābirā contemptuously, “Ever since you knew that Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm loves me, you’ve tried to lead her to Durgesh. It was Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm herself who refused to replace me in her life even with Durgesh.”

“Well, meet her now, and see yourself with your own eyes.” Sheikħzādī Al Sābirah laughed.

“Auntie!” the young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer, smiled, “Perhaps you’re forgetting. Its not the first time you’re trying to prove, Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm loves Durgesh, instead of me.”

Till now, the eldest paternal uncle of the young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer, the ambitious husband of his beautiful mastermind wife, Sheikħzādī Al Sābirah, Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer remained silent.

Absolutely silent.

Now gravely he said.

“Your auntie was absolutely right, right from the beginning, Al Zabeer!”

The young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer, merely laughed.

“The westerners have ‘invented’ several pseudo sciences to overcome the ‘danger’ they were facing in the form of Islām.” Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer tried to explain, but the young Sheikħ, Sheikħ Al Zabeer, raised his right hand.

“Please!! Please uncle! I’ve heard these wild theories of the moulvīs and the mullahs, so much, since I was born that I even can’t laugh at them now. I’m sorry to say that the moulvīs and the mullahs have distorted the image of Islām under the guise to preach it.”

“You are too full of prejudices, Al Zabeer! to listen to any logic.” Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer moved to his beautiful mastermind wife, Sheikħzādī Al Sābirah, “Let’s leave him with his misunderstandings, Al Sābirah! I’m sorry, you didn’t believe me when I told you, ‘your sacrifice will not even be believed’.”

Al Zabeer did not even care to pay any attention.

He was rather talking to the new comers, Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabeer and Sheikħzādī Al Quddoos Al Fātimā.

They had reached there only approximately five minutes ago.

Sheikħzādī Al Quddoos Al Fātimā looked at Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer.

“Surprising! I’m extremely surprised, uncle! To hear that even Aunt Al Sābirah has sacrificed for Al Zabeer. May I hear what the ‘sacrifice’ was?”

“Your sense of humor has really gone through a positive radical change,” Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer smiled, “Congratulations, Al Quddoos!”

Sheikħzādī Al Quddoos Al Fātimā raised her beautiful eyebrows innocently.

“I’m sorry, uncle! I didn’t understand.”

“It’s not your fault, niece! When a person is blinded with prejudices, even the present, before the eyes, can’t be seen.”

“Leave it Al Ůmer!” His beautiful mastermind wife, Sheikħzādī Al Sābirah pushed her exquisite, fine, superb, delicate, lovely, wonderful, Årab Muslim feminine nude buttocks into my nude Hindu lap, and took my entire Hindu penis into her lovely, inviting, tempting, enticing, welcoming, Årab Muslimah cunt, “I didn’t do it for Al Zabeer, as Al Hudā and Al Quddoos did, as other Muslimāt ul Kuwait did. I did it for myself. Durgesh is so handsome, his manhood is so unique, and his love actions are so famous among the extra ordinary beauties that I’m sorry; I couldn’t stop me from seducing him.”

Sheikħzādī Al Quddoos Al Fātimā laughed.

Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabeer also laughed.

“To speak truth, for a change; sometimes makes even the wicked happy.”

“Sorry,” Sheikħzādī Al Sābirah smiled tightening the pathway of her tempting, attractive, welcoming, Årab Muslimā cunt over the entire length and thickness of my Hindu penis, more and more, “I can’t challenge the experience of the wicked.”

After I disappeared with Sheikħzādī Al Sābirah, and after Sheikħ Al Ůmer Al Aħmad Al Zabeer left there, Sheikħzādī Al Quddoos Al Fātimā asked Al Zabeer.

“Why did she come here?”

“To make me believe that Sheikħzādī Assalāt Ibrāhīm is not loyal to me any more. She has told Durgesh that she loves him, not me and has even offered herself to him.”

Sheikħzādī Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Jabeer and Sheikħzādī Al Quddoos Al Fātimā both looked at each other at first and then to me.

I stopped both of them in sexual codes to tell Al Zabeer the truth.

The Al Kuwait City was bursting with the terror created by perhaps the Iraqis.

But how she could be certain?

Then why she’s putting the blame on the Iraqis?

Only because once in the long past, their President, Saddām Husain, had attacked on the Kuwait?

Have Kuwaitīs not recovered from that shock even till now?

Sheikħ Ammī, Sheikħzādī Kħālidahā Umm Moosā, seemed to be two people at the same time.

One part of her looked out of the window and the second part was trying to tell her that the things would be in order very soon.

Will they be?

This second part was also telling her that she had to do something.

She struggled to be logical but the logic was not winning.

Perhaps the mother in her is not satisfied.

“Kħātoon-e-Al Kuwait!” It was the voice of special agent, Imāmzādī Kħālidah Ibrāhīm.

“Yes?”

She did not turn from the window.

Behind her, she could see the reflections in the window glass, seven other secret agents stood with weapons out to keep the others away.

The first wild reaction was over.

Excitement had peaked and now every one was geared up for the final surge against the ‘Pāk’- universes.

“Madam President!” Imāmzādī Kħālidah Ibrāhīm said gravely with due respect to her, “We’ve to get you to….”

“Where?” Kħātoon-e-Al Kuwait, Sheikħ Ammī, Sheikħzādī Kħālidā Umm Moosā, asked, “A place of safety?”

Despite her age of sixty, Sheikħ Ammī, Sheikħzādī Kħālidā Umm Moosā, was a miracle to the other LO women, the women living on the oxygen still.

Some said, she had proven the LSIs’ and their supporters’ claims wrong, the other ones suspected her secret sexual relations with either Durgesh himself or with some another LSI, a man living on sexual intercourse, rather than on oxygen.

“Where’s that?” Sheikħzādī Kħālidah Umm Moosā asked in continuation, “Hadn’t Al Zabeer also was taken to a place of safety?”

“Our system failed once, Madam President! It isn’t necessary, it’ll fail again.” Imāmzādī Kħālidah Ibrāhīm answered her gravely.

Secretary of war, Sheikħzādī Sabeeħah Al Raħmān, tried to smile,

“We haven’t lost the game yet, Kħātoon-e-Al Kuwait! Fazal Ilāhī hasn’t lost a legal battle till now.”

“Till now.” She also smiled, but ironically, “Yet.”

Secretary of war, Sheikħzādī Sabeeħah ArRaħmān hesitated for a moment, and then said,

“The house of galaxies has passed a resolution that the case against the young Sheikħ is fabricated, hence should be withdrawn.”

The call was unexpected.

The Secretary of war, Sheikħzādī Sabeeħah Al Raħmān, had been reported that the ‘Pāk-universes’ were helping the fight against terrorism.

The President, Sāliħah Lodī, has informed that the situation is under control; General Tabrez Muħammad himself had given her his personal assurance that the forces will do only what they’ll be ordered to do.

Yet, she has been called for the ‘final surge’ against ‘Pāk-universes’.

Why?

Well, she is the President.

She is Kħātoon-e-Al Kuwait, Sheikħ Ammī, Sheikħzādī Kħālidah Umm Moosā.

She is a ruthless fighter.

Secretary of war, as she is, Sheikħzādī Sabeeħah Al Raħmān has to handle it carefully.

“The house of galaxies hasn’t passed the resolution with no vote against it.”

“The majority is the only rule needed to pass the resolution.”

“Yes, I think so.” Sheikħ Ammī, Sheikħzādī Kħālidah Umm Moosā, nodded, “Even then the minority’s opinion cannot be ignored altogether.”

“I’m sorry, madam President! I don’t agree with you. Even according to the strict rules of democracy that we claim, we are exercising, the verdict of majority must be respected.”

“Even if I agree with you, Sheikħzādī Sabeeħah Al Raħmān! Secretary of war! The resolution is still to be passed in the ‘House of worlds’ in every galaxy separately.”

Secretary of war, Sheikħzādī Sabeeħah Al Raħmān couldn’t understand how she should respond.

Sheikħ Ammī, Sheikħzādī Kħālidah Umm Moosā, turned to her.

“Alright, let’s get to the brass tacks.”

Sheikħzādī Sabeeħah Al Raħmān waited.

“Each time someone talks peace in Al Kuwait universe,” Sheikħ Ammī, Sheikħzādī Kħālidā Umm Moosā, continued, “Something particularly ugly happens soon afterward. On 1st Rabee ul Avval, 1641 Hijri, seven days after Hijb ul Mujāhideen commander, Abdul Khāliq Soofi, declared a unilateral ceasefire, our 91 worlds were attacked in Durgesh Assalāt Ibrāhīm galaxy.”

Special agent, Imāmzādī Kħālidah Ibrāhīm looked at the Secretary of war, Sheikħzādī Sabeeħah Al Raħmān, and then gravely she said:

“A Roman Catholic Universe, ‘Abraham universe’ was suspected first; on the ground that it has registered its formal objection on the name of the galaxy.”

George Davidson, Ambassador Abraham universe, looked gravely at Sheikħzādī Fareedah Ibrāhīm, The President of Durgesh Assalāt Ibrāhīm galaxy.

“Please hear me out, madam President! I’ve come a long way at your invitation, but I must tell you, it’s my own temptation also that has brought me here.”

“Well,” Sheikħzādī Fareedah Ibrāhīm said tersely, “The Roman Catholics have no right to claim monopoly over Ħazrat Ibrāhīm ålaihissalām. The Jews along with the Christians have fought over the issue with Muslims for centuries.”

“Please,” George Davidson raised his right hand, “Please, madam President! We are not talking of war. We are trying to avoid the unpleasant probabilities only.”

Secretary of war, Durgesh Assalāt Ibrāhīm galaxy, Sheikħ Wājid Iqbāl, looked at George Davidson, Ambassador Abraham universe, “Durgesh Assalāt Ibrāhīm galaxy is capable to defend itself.”

Sunaýnā Dvivedī smiled.

Secretary of war,Durgesh Assalāt Ibrāhīm galaxy, Sheikħ Wājid Iqbāl, was her real elder brother.

Sir Rām Kinkar Dvivedī had married Sheikħzādī Zainab Al Ůsmān, but he refused to Hindus that his sons and daughters should also be Hindus or Brāhmañs.

Sir Rām Kinkar Dvivedī, being an ardent communist, was thus the personality, responsible for the communism of Sunaýnā Dvivedī.

“Abraham universe knows it very well that Durgesh Assalāt Ibrāhīm galaxy is capable to defend itself.” George Davidson, Ambassador Abraham universe, smiled, “A galaxy is a small universe in itself, somewhat. No doubt, in a universe we’ve countless galaxies, as their number is ever increasing.”

Secretary of war, Durgesh Assalāt Ibrāhīm galaxy, Sheikħ Wājid Iqbāl, the eldest son of Sir Rām Kinkar Dvivedī and Sheikħzādī Zainab Al Ůsmān, looked at George Davidson, Ambassador Abraham universe.

He said curtly,

“The galaxies recede from one another, keeping the spatial density constant; meaning as old galaxies move apart, new galaxies are formed in the resulting vacancies. The old principle of continuous creation, known to even a child today.”

George Davidson, Ambassador Abraham universe, merely smiled.

He’d expected the reaction.

“The universes have the advantage, thus, of this continuous creation.” Sheikħzādī Fareedah Ibrāhīm, The President of Durgesh Assalāt Ibrāhīm galaxy, said, “Their spatial area thus always remains in expansion, we know, but the universes have disadvantages also which the galaxies don’t have.”

“I don’t disagree with you, madam President! However, I haven’t come here to discuss the advantages and the disadvantages the universes and the galaxies have over one another.”

“Nevertheless,” Secretary of war, Durgesh Assalāt Ibrāhīm galaxy, Sheikħ Wājid Iqbāl, said gravely, “Since we’re talking about us we should discuss the advantages and the disadvantages the universes and the galaxies have over one another also.”

“If the Secretary of war, Durgesh Assalāt Ibrāhīm galaxy, thinks its necessary, I can’t and won’t challenge his wisdom, even though I don’t agree with him, sorry.”

“We think it necessary.” Secretary of war, Durgesh Assalāt Ibrāhīm galaxy, Sheikħ Wājid Iqbāl, said politely but firmly.

“Then, please go ahead.” George Davidson, Ambassador Abraham universe, surrendered smilingly.

It was obvious from his attitude that he wanted to say, ‘It’s your precious time and your people’s money. Just go ahead if you want to waste both of them.’

Nevertheless, he didn’t say it in so many words.

“We’ve just seen what a universe is.” Secretary of war, Durgesh Assalāt Ibrāhīm galaxy, Sheikħ Wājid Iqbāl, went on, “It has countless galaxies, as their number is ever increasing. the galaxies recede from one another keeping the spatial density constant, meaning as old galaxies move apart new galaxies are formed in the resulting vacancies; the old principle of continuous creation”

George Davidson, Ambassador Abraham universe, waited patiently.

“Now let’s see what the galaxies themselves are.” Secretary of war, Durgesh Assalāt Ibrāhīm galaxy, Sheikħ Wājid Iqbāl, went on.

George Davidson, Ambassador Abraham universe, smiled,

“I can’t claim I know more about the galaxies than a war secretary of a galaxy itself.”

Secretary of war, Durgesh Assalāt Ibrāhīm galaxy, Sheikħ Wājid Iqbāl, had hardly noticed the Ambassador’s comment. He went on again:

“The galaxies are huge congregations of stars held together by force of gravity. If there was no force of gravity among the stars, the galaxies wouldn’t have been formed.”

George Davidson, Ambassador Abraham universe, smiled,

“When the expanding material of the creations broke up…”

“Why the material expands, and why it had broken up?” Sheikħzādī Fareedah Ibrāhīm, The President of Durgesh Assalāt Ibrāhīm galaxy, saw George Davidson, Ambassador Abraham universe, smilingly.

“We all have different theories about it. Some say, not all the matter expands. We, the human beings are also made of matter. Our bodies are made of matter and it doesn’t expand.”

“Who advance such theories, are not competent scientists. They should leave practicing science and start to do something else worthwhile.” Sheikħzādī Fareedah Ibrāhīm, The President of I Assalāt Ibrāhīm galaxy, said smiling.

Sunaýnā Dvivedī confirmed her.

“We the human beings are also made of expanding material. We grow from a child to a grown up. If it isn’t expansion, what’s it? We produce children, our children in turn again produce children, and the process goes on endlessly. What else it is, if not expansion?”

“Madam President!” George Davidson, Ambassador Abraham universe, smiled.

Afraid of Sunaýnā Dvivedī, he decided not to talk to her.

Janak Chaturvedī, his real elder brother; had married her.

She didn’t stay with Janak Chaturvedī, a real elder brother of George Davidson, Ambassador Abraham universe.

Her enticing behavior to Janak Bachhalyā, soon became the most interesting news everywhere.

Now Janak Bachhalyā is also a history and Sunaýnā Dvivedī has started to live in nude in the nude lap of her own son in law, Durgesh, entirely unashamed of any thing she’d done.

Addressing Fareedah Ibrāhīm, George Davidson, Ambassador Abraham universe, went on,

“I propose to discuss something worthwhile, please. We are the politicians, not the scientists. If we’ll go on to discuss scientific matters instead of political ones, our people will be left soon with no other alternatives except to expel us from politics and advise us to join science as our new carrier.”

They all laughed.

However, when the laughter died, Sheikħzādī Fareedah Ibrāhīm, The President of Durgesh Assalāt Ibrāhīm galaxy, said gravely,

“I’m sorry, Your Excellency! That I disagree with you.”

George Davidson, Ambassador Abraham universe, saw her in a surprised manner.

“I’m sorry, madam President! I couldn’t follow you.”

“Then, please let me explain what I said.” Sheikħzādī Fareedah Ibrāhīm, The President of I Assalāt Ibrāhīm galaxy, smiled amiably, “In the very long past, in India, on Earth, the Brāhmañs were the rulers. Gradually, they lost their political power to the Xatriýs, to the Bachhalyās at first, and then to the others e.g. Rājpûts. Why? What happened to change the situation?”

“I’m sorry.” Politely George Davidson, Ambassador Abraham universe, said, “I haven’t gone in the ancient history of humankind so far, till now.”

“The Xatriýs, the Bachhalyās at first, studied the social necessities while the Brāhmañs refused to understand them. They were overconfident that they were the rulers from the beginning, they outnumber Xatriýs also including even the Bachhalyās, and so their rule could not be challenged.”

“I think, they were proved wrong and the Xatriýs won, despite the Brāhmañs outnumbered them.”

“Quite right.” Sheikħzādī Fareedah Ibrāhīm, The President of Durgesh Assalāt Ibrāhīm galaxy, confirmed George Davidson, Ambassador Abraham universe, “The Brāhmañs, even then, didn’t try to understand the changes the society had undergone. They lost their political power for ever and had to compromise with the Xatriýs, the Bachhalyās at first, only on spiritual power.”

“And the moral of the history madam President has just reiterated?”

Every successful politician should not only know what he or she can do for people, he or she should also know what the people expect from him or her.”

“So?”

Sunaýnā Dvivedī again helped Sheikħzādī Fareedah Ibrāhīm.

“Those were the days of the primitives. We are living now in an era too long far ahead of them. It is a too much advanced scientific era. Our social system is based on too much advanced science. If we don’t understand it, we can’t understand the people we rule over.”

“Madam President!” George Davidson, Ambassador Abraham universe, addressed Sheikħzādī Fareedah Ibrāhīm again, and smiled, “I haven’t gone through the entire long history of the political struggle between the Brāhmañs and the Xatriýs. We have our own specialists on the subject. You certainly have something definite in mind in bringing the subject out while we were talking of space. If you don’t want to be more specific…”

“I’ve told what I wanted to tell you. From the expressions on your face, you tried to hide; I know the message has reached the destination.” Sheikħzādī Fareedā Ibrāhīm said.

Sunaýnā Dvivedī smiled at her.

“We are not the Brāhmañs, madam President! If that’s what you want to tell us.” George Davidson, Ambassador Abraham universe, said dryly.

“The Abraham universe had suggested,” Special agent, Imāmzādī Kħālidah Ibrāhīm, went on, “that the name of the galaxy should not be registered as ‘Durgesh Assalāt Ibrāhīm galaxy’. Because in the Roman Catholic faith, Ħazrat Ibrāhīm ålaihissalām were a Jew, not a Muslim. ‘Assalāt Ibrāhīm’ means prayer of Ħazrat Ibrāhīm ålaihissalām according to Muslim faith. The Abraham universe had suggested that the Muslims are free to have any faith, but at least they should respect the faith of the others also.”

“Yes.” Kħātoon-e-Al Kuwait, Sheikħ Ammī, Sheikħzādī Kħālidā Umm Moosā, now smiled, “I remember now. The Abraham universe had suggested that at least we should refrain from the conflicting faiths to use for the names of the galaxies.”

And at the same time, she remembered the Religious freedom Saůūdī Arabiabch Creations allowed and its Religious Police.

Chapter 5

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27. The three pregnants-1

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36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

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38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

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46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

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50. After the death of my husband

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54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

66. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-1

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68. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-3

69. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-4

70. My Hindu Dad’s two Musalmān Wives

71. It all happened just naturally-1

72. It all happened just naturally-2

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74. Ammī the competent

75. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-1

76. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-2

77. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-3

78. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-4

79. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-5

80. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-6

81. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-7

82. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-8

83. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-9

84. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-10

85. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-11

86. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-12

87. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-13

88. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-14

89. Sixty One Eighteen in Love-15

90. The Extent

91.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

92.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

93. Three sons three Ammīs

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

99.  Ahl-Al Bayt 6: The Nude Day Arranged

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

101. Ahl-Al Bayt 8: The Uncut Hindu Obsession

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 10: The Obsession Still Continued

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

111. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

112.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

113. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

114. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

115. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

116. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

117. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

118. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

119. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

120. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

121. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

122. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

123. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

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125. The women in my life

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128. I’m never ashamed of it

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133.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

134. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

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136. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

137. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

138. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

139.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

140. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

141. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

142. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

143. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

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148. You’ve proved your titles true

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150. The Chairman: 2

151. The Chairman: 3

152. The Chairman: 4

153. The Chairman: 5

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155. An Underworld Don: 2

156. An Underworld Don: 3

157. An Underworld Don: 4

158. An Underworld Don: 5

159. An Underworld Don: 6

160. An Underworld Don: 7

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5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1

18. Main térī dīvānī

19. Al Jihad: No incest: 1

20. Buniyādī insānī ħaq

21. Majājī Kħudā: 1

22. Majājī Kħudā: 2

23. Majājī Kħudā:3

24. Majājī Kħudā:4

25. Majājī Kħudā: 5

26. Majājī Kħudā: 6

27. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:1

28. Pyār na dékhé ůmr:2

29. Kabhī nahīn chāhā

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Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 1

2.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 2

3.  The Foundation Story Coninued: Chapter 3

4 . The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 4

5. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 5

6. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 6

7. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 7

8. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 8

9. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 9

10. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 10

11. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 11

12. The Foundation Story Continued: Chapter 12

13. The Foundation story continued: Chapter 13

14. Prelude to Ten Commandments-1

15. Prelude to Ten Commandments-2

16. Prelude to Ten Commandments-3

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Commentary on Ved from DSM Satyarthi:

1. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

2. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 2

3. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 5| Mantr 3

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 5

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 7| Mantr 8

4. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 1

5. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 2

6. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 3

7. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 4

8. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 5

9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6

10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7

11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8

12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9

13. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 58| Mantr 6

14. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 20

15. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 164| Mantr 46

16. R’gved: Mandal 2| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

17 R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

18. R’gved: Mandal 3| Sookt 6| Mantr 2

19. R’gved: Mandal 4| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

20. R’gved: Mandal 5| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

21. R’gved: Mandal 6| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

22. R’gved: Mandal 7| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

23. R’gved: Mandal 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

24. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

25. R’gved: Mandal 9| Sookt 63| Mantr 4-5

26. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

27. R’gved: Mandal 10| Sookt 85| Mantr 42

28. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 1

29. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 2

30. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 3

31. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 1| Mantr 4

32. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 11| Mantr 1

33. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 13| Mantr 4

34. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 23| Mantr 3

35. Yajurved: Adhyaay’ 40| Mantr8

36. Saamved: Mantr 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 115

38. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

39. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

40. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

41. Atharv Ved: Kaand 1| Sookt 1| Mantr 1

42.  Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 3

43. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 4

44. Atharv Ved: Kānd 3| Sookt 30| Mantr 6

45. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 6

46. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 7

47. Atharv Ved: Kānd 4| Sookt 4| Mantr 8

48. Atharv Ved: Kaand 8| Sookt 1| Mantr 6

49. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 1| Mantr 22

50. Atharv Ved: Kaand 14| Sookt 2| Mantr 25

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Other interesting writings from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Maamekam sharan’am vraj

More Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Prelude to Ten Commandments

2.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

3. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

4. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

5. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

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Other interesting writings from DSM Satyarthi:

1. Maamekam sharan’am vraj

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Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

1. Bahoo Bégum

2. The obsession

3 The daughters and wife of my Musalmān friend

4.The Extramarital affair: Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah:Social Service

5.   Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–1

6. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–2

7. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–3

8. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–4

9. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–5

10. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–6

11. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–7

12. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–8

13. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–9

14. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–10

15.My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

16. A Deep Conflict-1

17. A deserving unfaithfulness

18. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

19. I’m never ashamed of it

20. Yåqūb Family-1

21. They conspired against me

22 A secret Smile

23. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

25. The Beaming Knowledge

26. The three pregnants-1

27. The three pregnants-2

28. In the Moonlight

29. The women in my life

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

34. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

35. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

36. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

37. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

38. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

39. No Hindu, Please!

40. Only Hindus, Please!

41. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

42. I do hate hypocrisy

43. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

44. Hell, I revolt

45. She loved me all along

46. She told the untold-1

47. Arātīyato ni dahāti Vedah: The untold history of our freedom fight-1

48. Making love and understanding everything

49. We both, Nādirah, and Arzumand, love Durgesh

50. After the death of my husband

51. The everbest wives-1

52. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

53. The most memorable Eidī of her life

54. It was 24×7, that was all we three cared

55. You are the best. You don’t know

56. I’m not defeated even yet-1

57. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

58. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

59. Kħadījah Durgesh Åāyeshah:  I Lost My Sister And Wife To Durgesh

60. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

61. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

62. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

63. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

64. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:

1. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 1

2. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 2

3. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 3

4. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 4

5.Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 5

6. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 6

5. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 7

7. Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā: 8

8. Karwā Chauth kā Rozā

9. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-1

10. Mérā Piyā ghar āyā,Yā Allah! Uiiii!-2

11. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-1

12. Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad aur uski Bhābhījān-2

13. Eidul Fitr-1

14. Mérī mubārakbād qabool farmāýén, Ħazrat!

15. Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

فَبِأَيِّ آلَاءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبَانِ16Fabiayyi ālāi Rabbikumā tukazzibāni?’

17. Ahal-e-Bait-1