Despite their resentment that I virtually own now their Islamic Media Empire, and I was a Hindu, even if I was called ‘Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!’ by the most of the sophisticated educated Musalmān Beauties, they found me almost always with them.
It had brought us closest, helping each other, through thick and thin.
Their resentment against me though still was there.
Moreover instead of thinning it was intensified more and more.
They repeated to themselves again and again,
“Durgesh wants to fuck us”.
“Durgesh wants to fuck us”.
He is a Hindu.
He wants to disgrace us Musalmān Beauties.
The family was quite filthy rich actually but even it required proper attention, however, to keep and grow the running family business activities.
Earlier, their Chief Co Wife, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, tried to make me feel important by telling me that with Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr gone, I was now the “man of the house”.
It was a great honour to me, I got; in almost all such families, though I was not related to them genetically even a bit.
It was the extreme reliance, trust and faith of them I had earned.
In most of such cases, I was even the sole beneficiary, sole heir, under the wills concerned.
The problem was that usually I got a lot of good-natured teasing from the houseladies, including Tasnīm Jamāl .
As I grew habitual and began to take on a more and more masculine interest, that same teasing I’d been receiving all those years became more and more competitive and sometimes actually resulted in some fairly serious rough-housing and wrestling with all of them.
Particularly with Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, though she was only twenty seven.
Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī seemed to want, for some reason, constantly to remind me that she was younger than I was, and even the youngest of them even if she was not a virgin now as Tasnīm Jamāl still was.
Consequently, she wanted more attention from me than the rest of them.
Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī would often break up the more serious fights.
But a time or two, it ended with Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and me almost wrestling around, despite my entire efforts to avoid such humiliating circumstances just as seriously, as Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī and I had been doing.
They even grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis and squeezed it to win over me.
Yet, I was not born yesterday.
I understood very well that actually they enjoyed grabbing my Uncut Hindu Penis and playing with it under this or that pretence.
I pretended that I didn’t understand it.
Yet they were thankful to me with their eyes that I allowed them to do it and never humiliated them for it.
Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī winked at her elder sister,
“Because he lets us play with his excellent exquisite Uncut Hindu Lund?”
Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī laughed.
After that, I had begun taking interest in those still innocent Musalmān girls.
Their Chief Co Wife, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, had drawn aside all of them and had what I called a secret conversation with them regarding me.
It was something that both, alerted me, as well as made me curious, as to what she told them.
They would often whisper things about it back and forth to one another, but I did notice that suddenly we weren’t wrestling nearly as much as we had been.
I’d certainly watched all of them develop a queer attitude to me of course.
As long as I can remember, I don’t particularly remember taking any major notice of them.
Yet I had a great interest in noticing the same of their Chief Co Wife Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s.
They were already playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis under this or that pretext.
Only one signal from me that I’m also interested in them sexually would have easily brought them on my bed.
They just seemed to have always been there, but not so noticeably, that it was of any real interest to me then.
I’d walked in on Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, once.
But the glimpse of her pointy great Sunni Musalmān breasts had been too quick, as she had hurriedly covered herself, and quickly ushered me out of her bedroom.
I’d seen their Chief Co Wife a time or two in the bath, and had even questioned her about the dark thick patch of hair between her legs.
And though it didn’t instigate any ‘birds and bee’s’ discussion, even she did inform me impishly that it was a sign of her being a Musalmān woman, and that even I had hair there as a sign that I was a Hindu man.
Two weeks before Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī moved out to attend College in another part of the State, I was busily enjoying my favourite past time and too involved to hear my bedroom door open late at night when it did.
Only then did I realize she was even there, but the damage was already done as she quite easily saw what it was I was doing.
“Oh. I’m sorry!” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī quickly closed the door and went back out into the hallway and seconds later, I heard her head down back towards her own bedroom.
Too naughty to say or do anything, I was expecting some major teasing about it in the morning, but it never happened.
Instead, Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī never said another word about it.
I quickly forgot the whole episode.
Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī went to a new branch to watch the expansion more keenly a short distance away.
Though we still saw her and her managing assistant every other weekend or so, the closeness I had once shared with the sisters seemed to be slowly evaporating away.
It was obvious that the Chief Co Wife Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was feeling the changes too.
Though she had dated off and on over the years, she’d never met anyone she wanted to marry her.
Now, with all of her co wives slowly growing up and moving away, she had become more and more depressed, and I would often hear her crying sometimes at night in her bedroom.
I was even more worried about leaving Dr. Saåīdah Qamar alone.
Tasnīm Jamāl had already indicated she was going to continue to live at home with Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, but she was working late most nights, so she spent very little time at home with Dr. Saåīdah Qamar anyway.
I had mixed emotions of course.
I was really looking forward to spending some time with Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī now.
She was busy campaigning for her own Parliamentary seat as Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was too besides expanding their business.
The night before I was to drive up state and move in with Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, I had gone to bed early after an exhausting day.
Tasnīm Jamāl was at work, and though it was my last night at their home, I was bone tired and had gone to bed fairly early.
I had spent most of the evening with Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, enjoying several glasses of juices with her, but it had made me sleepy.
I knew Dr. Saåīdah Qamar would in all likelihood finish off the rest of her wine, and I wasn’t particularly in the mood to have to deal with her depression under the circumstances.
I’m not sure exactly when it was, but I woke up with the urge to pee and headed down the hallway towards the bathroom.
After that, I decided I was hungry and wanted to stop by the kitchen to see if there was something, I could snack on before going back to bed.
I passed by Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s bedroom and thought I could hear her moaning in her sleep.
Once again afraid she was crying, especially with my leaving and all, I couldn’t just leave it at that, decided to go in and talk to her, try, and reassure her that everything would be ok.
I opened her bedroom door fully expecting to see her lying in her bed weeping, and got the biggest surprise of my life.
For a Moment, I was stunned into total immovability.
The moans I had heard coming from her bedroom where obviously from her self-pleasuring and not from any depression from my leaving.
At exactly the same instant, we seemed to take notice of one another, but all I did was turn and march away out from her bedroom without even closing the door when I did.
I marched as fast as I could up the stairs to my own room and lay into bed with my head feeling like it was about to explode.
I should have fucked her.
They were twenty nine and twenty seven respectively yet they needed sex with me.
Why not Dr. Saåīdah Qamar too?
She was too thirty only.
All I could see was Dr. Saåīdah Qamar fingering herself and the way she was pulling on her nipples and caressing her great Sunni Musalmān breast.
Never before had I actually thought of her in a sexual way before this, nor imagined even for an instant that she might actually have some sort of normal sexual desires.
We all do it.
However, it’s not the fact.
Even the Ammīs, Bājīs, sisters, daughters and daughters in law are women after all.
They also have their own physical needs as we ourselves do.
Yet, we forget it, either knowingly or unknowingly, and sorry, sometimes deliberately even.
How cruel it is, we even never think about it.
I suddenly found myself aroused and, sporting an incredible Hindu erection.
The thought of being aroused at seeing Dr. Saåīdah Qamar did not bother me however.
Being a Dvij Hindu, I was already trained not to be bothered by such events at all.
Yet, it was very humiliating for me to think what she was doing.
On the other hand, she was a very attractive looking woman at her now young age, with large shapely great Sunni Musalmān breasts and very erotic dark colour nipples capping each one.
In almost all the cases where I have sexual relations with my so-called Ammīs, Bājīs, sisters etc., the circumstances were almost the same somewhat.
One can blame me for what I did in such cases, but I never regret what I did or even do now.
It was the best I could do for them.
Analyse justifiably every such incidence and tell me what better I could have done.
Any other course if I had followed was certainly could have resulted in more harmful and destructive situations I had to avoid on all costs, if I really loved/respected them.
You can term it incest, if you want to, but in my eyes, it was, and still is, my love/respect for them.
I don’t have impractical imaginary morals, and I’m never ashamed of it.
Instead, I’m proud of it always.
I never realized unconsciously I had been absentmindedly squeezing my own Uncut Hindu Lund.
She enjoyed a quick high of anticipation at the prospect of coronation.
The business of the gone, Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, was done for the day.
The business of the incumbent, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, was all that mattered.
Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was too dedicated to Pseudo Islam.
He deliberately refused to understand it was not the true Islam.
At the far end of the room, I was engrossed in the document in my today available best laptop.
At Dr. Saåīdah Qamar’s entrance, I raised my head and removed my spectacles.
“Yes, I heard that you wanted them with me too.”
“Yet you opted otherwise.”
“They are damnfools. Let me understand first what you have to say.”
“They are not damnfools. They also represent their constituencies.”
“Represented.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar corrected me, “The damnfools still believe UPA would return to power.”
“Don’t you?” I smiled.
“Want to bet? Congress is finished for ever now.”
“Hey, aren’t you with us?”
“Us?” I raised my eyebrows.
“Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr is also my client and he is still supporting UPA.”
“He has lost three fourth of his assets already in the settlement with us.”
“That’s the white money only.” I smiled.
“What do you mean?”
“Who knows how much black money he has?”
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar watched me carefully,
“Yes, you are right. He must have plenty of it even. Otherwise he wouldn’t have agreed to the settlement with us, he had to.”
“There you are.”
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar marched to me and sat down on my lap.
She kissed me on my lips passionately.
“Thank you.” I winked at her.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar laughed.
She grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis and squeezed it significantly,
“I never thought Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr would really sign that disastrous settlement without even going to court. How did you manage it?”
“That’s my professional secret Sālī. How can you expect me to answer that question?”
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar smiled gracefully,
“But there is a zinger.”
“Who said there is any?”
“Oh, come on. We both know Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was not born yesterday himself. The pleasant surprise is that he agreed to abandon Tasnīm Jamāl even untouched, the virgin as she was.”
“Well, aren’t you happy?”
“Very much happy. All the four of us wanted to get that bastard called Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr. Thank you once again that you managed it so successfully, so adroitly.”
“Well, I got you on my lap in bonus. Didn’t I?”
“Of course my darling, but don’t tease me anymore. Tell me about the zinger.”
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Mid Term 2012
The four extremely stunning Musalmān Beauties
The families, I lived in, were mostly the families of almost all beautiful Musalmān girls, and later…..all beautiful Musalmān women.
They needed me more than the families that had male members already.
In this case, he abandoned them a little over a year, surprisingly; after just he married his fourth wife Tasnīm Jamāl.
Tasnīm Jamāl and I had so many of the same facial characteristics, that so many persons thought Tasnīm Jamāl were my real daughter even.
Actually, Tasnīm Jamāl’s Ammī never slept with me.
Moreover, I was incapable to father any daughter at all.
I was a Y Chromosomed Hindu man.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was the Chief wife, though now she was too abandoned.
She was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s friend and was of her age, thirty years herself.
Tasnīm Jamāl had her Ammī’s almost reddish honey blonde coloration.
The eldest woman of the family, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar had been forced to return to work full-time which necessitated her next co wife Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī becoming almost a second elder sister to Tasnīm Jamāl.
Tasnīm Jamāl was twenty-eight and Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was twenty-nine.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, the eldest one: Thirty years.
Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī, the next in age and power both: Twenty nine years.
Tasnīm Jamāl, the married yet still virgin wife: Twenty eight years.
A great deal of responsibility was thrown on Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī.
She was at least more mature than Tasnīm Jamāl, though Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was only one year older than her.
It became more and more necessary in order to alleviate some of the hardships that their Chief Co wife, Dr. Saåīdah Qamar, was facing.
Luckily, Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī eventually had help from Sādiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī who was only two years younger than Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī was.
Needless to say, over the course of the years, they all grew extremely close while growing up.
I was sixty two already.
I especially conducted a meeting with all the extremely beautiful young Musalmān wives abandoned.
They were sitting on lavishly precious black leather chairs kept in opposite my table half around it.
“We all are fully capable to protect ourselves, Mr. Durgesh.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar said in a manner as if it was beyond her dignity to talk with me, “We are all grown up, highly educated successful industrials and politicians. Midterm 2012 has been announced. We have to fight hard to keep our parliamentary seats.”
“Saåīdah is right, Durgesh.” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī seconded her, “It is the first election we have to face without Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr.”
“I know that.” I watched all the four extremely stunning young Musalmān Beauties scrutinizing them, “Yet, I’m sorry. I can’t help it.”
“We can’t and don’t leave our Islamic Media Empire in your Hindu hands.” Tasnīm Jamāl smiled at me.
“Tasnīm Jamāl,” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī addressed Tasnīm Jamāl patronizing her. Her voice was extraordinary sweet, “You are forgetting the reputation of our Chairman. He is not famous for controlling Islamic Media Empires. He is infamous for something else.”
“Stop it.” Dr. Saåīdah Qamar admonished her co wife.
“Saåīdah!” Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī retorted, “He wants to fuck all of us. Nothing else.”
“Safiyah, please!” Tasnīm Jamāl smiled, “Saåīdah hasn’t any objection whatsoever.”
Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī laughed.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar looked at them with abundant disapproval,
“Shut up, you idiots. We can’t keep Durgesh out of this game. Our ever shrewd husband Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr wanted to prove his charges on us. He has deliberately arranged this predicament for us.”
I didn’t say anything.
I kept on watching them gravely.
Dr. Saåīdah Qamar was not only eldest of them; she was the most brilliant of them too.
“I can prove my virginity still intact.” Tasnīm Jamāl said irritably, “How can the bloody husband of us, Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr prove Durgesh fucks me?”
Safiyah Nādirshāh Durrānī looked at Tasnīm Jamāl irritably,
“Well, I’m not virgin. Saåīdah is also not virgin. But Durgesh doesn’t fuck us nevertheless. Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr can’t prove it too.”***
Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr remembered he was received in the Saůūdī Årab Capital, Riyāz, or Riyadh as it was written in English erroneously.
They received him there with the ceremony and respect though they knew very well that almost the entire houseladies of his household were sleeping now with me shamelessly, rather with pride.
Entire houseladies, except his present four wives only.
Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr had deliberately chosen them to be so.
He was a big name now in Islamic world.
Even the fact that he had an Indian Hindu father, Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā and a Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Ammī, Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr, could not stop his meteoric success in Islamic world.
Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā was not a Professor then.
He was a greater Journalist then.
He was Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr’s ideal.
They were never married.
But they were still an ideal International couple having ten sons of their own now.
The Indian law that a Hindu could have only one legally married wife at a time was always met with the smart devious Hindus having as many unmarried sex partners almost everywhere in the world as they could maintain.
Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was the eldest of the ten sons Professor Narendrnāth Sharmā and Dr. Ħumayrah Shāhjahān Jahāngīr had.
He was treated in Riyadh/Riyāz with absolute authority.
He perceived that among his journalistic contemporaries there were those more erudite, learned, cleverer, and wiser than himself.
He was merely a philosopher of the fourth estate while they were the ruling queens because they had the legions, crowds, masses, hosts, multitudes, bands, throngs, platoons, and teams to support them.
They were not only extremely beautiful, they had brains even.
Moreover they used their brains to elevate themselves ingeniously.
Their legions were formed by their vast and loyal reading and viewing public.
There were millions who followed their columns and shows.
They believed their every word even after so much exposure of some treacherous media persons.
When they issued their daily edicts, lively, dramatic, firsthand reports and opinions on the world trouble spots, their followers believed them, hailed them, and their massive plebeian chorus was heard in high places in Washington, D.C., New Delhi, Ved Nagar, as well as abroad.
As a result, the private key elevator to the sacrosanct, inviolable seventh floor of the Department of States, and the guarded doors to the oval office of the White House, were always wide-open to them.
Every President had been their admirer, respectful to them.
He wondered at this great revelation.
He couldn’t believe on what he himself learned so laboriously and not known to others.
He suspected the real power was not in the hands of the President of USA even.
The real power lay in the hands of the persons whom these queens of journalism represented.
None knew who these persons were.
Imam Dr. Aurangzeb Åālamgīr wanted to know them on every cost.
They were the real persons who eliminated foreign rule from India under disguise of Congress.
The actually Powerful Persons ruling the Universes.
Who were they?
The smartest persons who understood very well the principle that the Security is in anonymity.***
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