Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 9

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

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Chapter 9

Saifunnisā Al Islam
Durgesh Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan

Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had been the Director of Security through all Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Seven Movements.
It would certainly have been a backbreaking job if I were not fucking her constantly.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan enjoyed my Uncut Hindu Lund continuously constantly into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot nonstop.
She never knew she needed sex that much with me.
Today almost entire Creations were against Pseudo Musalmīn terrorism.
They were killing the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists everywhere openly attacking them.
Since Narendr Modi had become the Prime Minister of India, not even a single Pseudo Musalmān terrorist had succeeded in entering India.
Everyone of them was either killed on the spot when trying to enter, or worse.
S/he was arrested alive.
“Sit down, Saifunnisā.” Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan said, “Let’s keep this on a friendly basis if we can.”
Saifunnisā Al Islam hooked both her thumbs in her sash and remained standing.
“Friendly? With a traitor?”
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had anticipated it.
She pushed her beautiful nude Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my nude lap, swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and smiled patronizing Saifunnisā Al Islam.
“With an accused traitor.” She corrected her, “You are a Councilwoman. I’m sure you understand the wide difference between a traitor and an accused traitor. Don’t you?”*

Saifunnisā Al Islam watched Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan cunningly.
“Director of Security, Modern Democratic Årabia, you know very well that you haven’t come to the point where accusation, even by the Kħātoon-e-Jannat Hazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, herself, is the equivalent of conviction. I trust you never do. Your job is to clear me if you can. You would do so now while no harm is done, except to my pride, rather than be forced to make it all a matter of a public trial. You hope I’m with you in this.”
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan understood the situation perfectly she was dealing with.
Saifunnisā Al Islam wasn’t an ordinary Councilwoman of the House of the People of Modern Democratic Årabia.
She was a learned young woman.
It was not easy to deal with Saifunnisā Al Islam.
Yet, Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan herself wasn’t an ordinary young woman.
She wasn’t Director of Security, Modern Democratic Årabia, because she was the elder sister of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had earned this prestigious post through her own hard work and achievements.
“Let’s not bother with ingratiation. You asked for it.” Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan said politely, yet authoritatively, “You had witnessed what happened even to Imām Muħammad Ħasan when he challenged the authority of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. Yet you did the same. Definitely you never expected you could get away with it.”*

Saifunnisā Al Islam smiled ironically.
“I thought we are in a democratic system.”
“Sure,” Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan herself said ironically too, “But you are against it. You want to fail our democracy.”
“That’s the accusation, I think.” Saifunnisā Al Islam again ridiculed Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan.
“You still think you can face the charges of treason against you?”
Saifunnisā Al Islam said contemptuously.
“I want to expose you all. No democracy is being practiced here. If it were democracy here really, you were not establishing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah here.”

Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan smiled at Saifunnisā Al Islam ridiculing her.
“I hope you are intelligent enough to understand neither you have majority here, nor your supporters. The majority of Modern Democratic Årabia is not with you.”
“That’s what you think,”
“That’s what I know.” Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan smiled triumphantly confidently, “Even your Love Jihad has failed everywhere miserably. Each and every attempt of it is immediately detected everywhere before even a single success in it. The Pseudo Musalmīn culprits are losing their manhood forever as soon as they even imagine even to deceive the innocent non-Muslim girls. It’s not old times now. It’s Infinite BrāhmKalp, Sanā Kr’tyug. The sooner you understand the sooner you can save the manhood of the remaining Pseudo Musalmīn.”
“We refuse to let Yogi Āditýnāth be the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh.” Saifunnisā Al Islam said determinedly.
“Who are you to decide who will be the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh? Are you a citizen of India?” Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan looked at Saifunnisā Al Islam contemptuously.*

Yogi Bhāskarnāth was unable to understand how he could get rid of the ever-crazy Mujāhidāt that were having sex with him constantly on this or that pretext.
They just made him lie on his back undressed and straddled him one by one, fucking Yogi Bhāskarnāth despite his every effort to avoid it.
“We would never let you complete your Celibacy Practice, your so called Brahmcharý Sādhnā.” Al Jihad fil Islam said fucking Yogi Bhāskarnāth aggressively, “We don’t want another Yogi Āditýnāth.”
Yogi Bhāskarnāth could not do anything, except to lie there on his back and let them fuck him.
He understood actually, their Pseudo Musalmīn terrorist husbands had either lost their manhood completely, or losing their interest in sexual intercourse itself.
“Young ladies, you never understood our Celibacy Practice, our Brahmcharý Sādhnā.” Yogi Bhāskarnāth said, “You don’t want to let us become another Yogi Āditýnāth. But our Celibacy Practice, our Brahmcharý Sādhnā, doesn’t require other persons cooperation too. Even if you keep fucking us endlessly, our Celibacy Practice, our Brahmcharý Sādhnā, would never be discontinued. We aren’t having sex with you. You are having sex with us. We aren’t responsible for what you are doing with us. Our Celibacy Practice, our Brahmcharý Sādhnā, is discontinued only when we ourselves have sex with you.”*

Saifunnisā Al Islam looked at Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan.
“We aren’t fighting for democracy in Uttar Pradesh, India. We are fighting for Islam.”
“And Islam is against democracy?”
“Democracy isn’t Islam.” Saifunnisā Al Islam said curtly.
“On the contrary, Islam revived democracy in then Årab.” Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her extremely beautiful, extremely lovely, extremely attractive, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. “Al Qur’an Al Karīm never claimed Islam was a new religion. It was the same religion Hindus call Hinduism, Hindutv, adjusted properly to suit then Årab environment.”
“I don’t agree with you.” Saifunnisā Al Islam said contemptuously, “You love Hindu Lund entirely unashamed of you. That’s why you are resorting to these un-Islamic philosophies.”
“And you don’t love Hindu Lund?”
“Never. I hate Hindu Lund instead, on the quite contrary.”
“And that’s why you yourself went to Durgesh and fucked him.” Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan laughed sarcastically.
“That’s not the same thing you do.” Saifunnisā Al Islam said scornfully, “We need money for our Al Jihad fil Islam. Durgesh is the utmost richest multi zillionaire of our times. He is a moron to think he can change us from an Islamist into a so-called humanist. We challenge him to do it with us. The fact is Durgesh isn’t changing us. Instead, the more Durgesh fuck us Mujāhidāt the more he is converted to Islam.”
“And that’s why you so called Mujāhidāt keep fucking Durgesh?”
“Why shouldn’t we?”
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan smiled.
“I never said you shouldn’t. I said what you are doing is actually itself establishing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah. Have you ever realized it?”
Saifunnisā Al Islam smiled cunningly.
“Keep living in fools’ paradise as much as you please, Director of Security, Modern Democratic Årabia. We aren’t doing any such thing. Nevertheless, if you really think we are too establishing your dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, why the hell you call me a traitor? Are we not doing the same thing you are doing either knowingly or unknowingly?”

Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan looked at me complaining.
“Durgesh, you’ve fucked these so called Mujāhidāt too much. They are capable to argue rationally too.”
I smiled cunningly.
“Well, you can’t blame me, Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan, they are too beautiful to resist. Aren’t they?”
“Damn you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”
Saifunnisā Al Islam and I both laughed.
I looked at Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan gravely.
“Don’t blame me for it ever, Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan. I’d never stop it. Whatsoever the reason a woman has, or says to have, for having sex with me, the fact that she is having sex with me makes me her husband according to my morals.”
“Nonsense,”
“We Hindus believe in Vivāhāshŧakam and Ashŧmaithunam. I think it’s more humane to believe in these two principles. If you don’t agree with me, try to convince me why isn’t it so.”*

Shankar Mahāpralayankar rose from the blackjack table, smiled all round, threw the pretty croupier a large tip, and pocketed twenty gold five hundred dollar chips.
Ten thousand dollars.
Not bad for a fast half hour’s work while Fātimah Al Wahāb was sucking his Uncut Hindu Lund.
Durgesh never appreciated Shankar Mahāpralayankar for humiliating Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists even.
Let him not.
The humiliation of Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists pleased Shankar Mahāpralayankar always.
Fātimah Al Wahāb was still sucking Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Lund shamefully.
She couldn’t do anything.
Numerous females, houseladies of members of al-Qaeda, were forced to suck Uncut Hindu Lund publicly, not of Shankar Mahāpralayankar only, but other Hindus’ as well.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar and his followers were challenging not only Ayman al Zawahiri , his entire al-Qaeda instead.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar surveyed the crowded Las Vegas casino.
His dark eyes flicked back and forth amongst the assembled company.
The beautiful Musalmān houseladies in floral dresses exhibited surprising strength as their beautiful arms pulled firmly on the slot machines.
Florid faced couples, Hindu male Musalmān female strictly, none else, filled with excitement, picked up a fast eighty or ninety dollars at the roulette tables.
Strolling beautiful Musalmān houseladies of the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists, blank eyes alert for the big spender Hindus.
The big spender Hindus themselves, in polyester leisure suits, screeched away in Middle American accents at the crap tables.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled.
Las Vegas always amused him.
They always cooperated whenever Shankar Mahāpralayankar wanted to humiliate Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists publicly in this way.
The hustle and the bustle.
The win and the loss.
The total fantasy of it all.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar loved to fuck Musalmān houseladies of the criminal/criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn and terrorists right from the beginning.
As soon as he was capable of having sex, he enjoyed it with them too much.
“Stop it!”
“Never!” Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled cunningly even then.
“Stop it, I say,”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
“I don’t,” Shankar Mahāpralayankar said notoriously, smiling.
“Shankar Mahāpralayankar, no. I mean it, No!”
“Why not, you like it you say.”
“I don’t, I don’t. Oh, Shankar Mahāpralayankar, Ooooooh!”
It was always the same story.
No, Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Don’t do it, Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Don’t touch me there, Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
Yet, the story always had a happy ending.
As soon as Shankar Mahāpralayankar found the magic button, the Musalmān houseladies of the criminal/criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn and terrorists stopped protesting.
The beautiful nude Musalmān legs opened in invitation and they hardly noticed when Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s immensely experienced fie upstanding Uncut Hindu Lund penetrated their Musalmān Choots
Shankar Mahāpralayankar, the Muslimātchod Hindu, was his nickname.
It was true that after Durgesh, Shankar Mahāpralayankar was the second ever successful young Hindu man that had screwed more Musalmān ass than anyone else, including Musalmīn even.
Even the Musalmīn were jealous of Durgesh and Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled when the Pseudo Musalmīn praised Durgesh in comparison with him.
Al Åbd Al Wahāb was the first Shankar Mahāpralayankar fucked in his ass when he praised Durgesh in comparison with him.
“Sālé, praising your Hindu father? Or your Hindu Jījū? Durgesh is fucking both your Ammīs and sisters now.”
Al Åbd Al Wahāb cried helplessly.
“Because you forced me to request Durgesh to fuck them. Otherwise, you and your ever communal Hindus had molested them. Neither I had another option, nor did my Musalmān houseladies.”
“How do you feel when you lick the optimum fucked Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān ass of your beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Al Åbd Al Wahāb?” Shankar Mahāpralayankar pushed his Uncut Hindu Lund again entirely into the ever feminine Musalmān ass of Al Åbd Al Wahāb.
Al Åbd Al Wahāb was feeling himself immensely humiliated.
Yet he couldn’t do anything.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was more powerful and he had every evidence against him.
If the police had those evidences, Al Åbd Al Wahāb was certainly hanged till his death.
He never wanted to die.
What’s wrong even if Durgesh is fucking his entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies?
Wasn’t that they themselves wanted to?
Abbū, Al Qahar Arraħīm Al Wahāb, was a devoted Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān.
Yet, what happened with him?
Osama bin Laden was killed but Abbū was captured by Shankar Mahāpralayankar, himself.
Osama bin Laden was born on 10 March 1957.
Abbū was entire ten years older than Osama bin Laden.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar deliberately captured Abbū alive and blackmailed his family and followers to immense degradation and humiliations.
It was still continued.
“Shankar Mahāpralayankar, no!”
“Aw, c’mon, Al Qamar Annisā’. Let me just put it there, just next to you. I won’t put it in, I promise I won’t!”
“But Shankar Mahāpralayankar!”
“There. I told you. Doesn’t that feel good?”
“Mmmm, I guess. But don’t move, promise you won’t move.”
“’Course not. I just want to be next to you, that’s all.” Gently Shankar Mahāpralayankar eased his Hindu prick inside her Musalmān Cunt.
“What are you doing?” Al Qamar Annisā’ squealed.
“Just getting comfortable,” Shankar Mahāpralayankar replied, easing his hand down between her legs, feeing for the magic button.
Al Qamar Annisā’ gave a little sigh.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar had found it.
“Feel nice?” Shankar Mahāpralayankar inquired solicitously.
“Oh, yes, Shankar Mahāpralayankar. Oh, yes.”
All set.
No problem.
Keeping his fingers on target, Shankar Mahāpralayankar started to screw Al Qamar Annisā’ properly.*

Al Qamar Annisā’ didn’t object.
Instead, she smiled cunningly.
She wasn’t stupid enough not to know what Shankar Mahāpralayankar was doing.
After all Al Qamar Annisā’ was a mujāhidah of al-Qaeda.
She understood more than even the other members of al-Qaeda suspected.
She knew it wasn’t any Al Jihad fil Islam at all.
It was an outright Årab Imperialism.
If it was really an Al Jihad fil Islam, why the Islamic State of Al Baghdadi is trying to defeat al-Qaeda in Pseudo Islamic terrorism?
Right from the moment Ħazrat Muåāwiyah started to send strategic news of Al Jihad fil Islam to the Kħalīfah, Caliph in power those days, the downfall of Islam and the rise of Pseudo Islam had started.
No, Ħazrat Muåāwiyah never reported anything wrong.
He reported actually what Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd did.
Yet, Ħazrat Muåāwiyah never reported in detail what positive Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd did.
He reported in quite detail what wrong Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd ever did.
It was never a wrong reporting.
Yet, it was never an entirely unbiased reporting too.
It was a very clever, very shrewd strategic reporting that ultimately resulted in the removal of Saifullah Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar knew how to please a woman that was so devoted to her cause.
He had been taught by Durgesh himself how to find the magic button.
It was a lesson Shankar Mahāpralayankar was forever grateful for.
It gave him an edge over the other Hindus.
Right from the beginning of the era when Ħazrat Muåāwiyah was coming into power, it was a game of cats, dogs and rats, whether strategic or entirely unashamed open.
No, Ħazrat Muåāwiyah himself never promoted the persons who were involved in kidnapping and selling of beautiful Musalmān houseladies to Hindus.
The Hindus were living in India that was called Golden Bird then.*

Shankar Mahāpralayankar was proud of himself for being at least second Hindu the beautiful Musalmān houseladies of criminal/criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn and terrorists were crazy of.
Durgesh was the first, no doubt.
Nevertheless, his morals were somewhat different from Durgesh.
Even numerous of his Hindu friends and followers thought all there was to screwing beautiful Musalmān houseladies of criminal/criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn and terrorists was a fast shove.
After Durgesh, Shankar Mahāpralayankar also knew it was just as important to make them like it, want it, and even beg for it.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was proud of Al Qamar Annisā’ that she laughed when her family disowned her.
“I sympathize with my family persons.” Al Qamar Annisā’ smiled now fucking Shankar Mahāpralayankar herself.
“As I do?” Al Sidrah Al Aħmad smiled proudly with utmost conference in herself.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar laughed.
“The reasons are different, Al Sidrah Al Aħmad.”
“I know.” Al Sidrah Al Aħmad smiled bravely, “You too are against my life style. Nevertheless, I’m neither discouraged nor even a bit ashamed of it.”
Professor Doctor Rām Chandr Shukl was fucking Al Sidrah Al Aħmad now.
Despite the fact that Professor Doctor Rām Chandr Shukl never appreciated the life style Al Sidrah Al Aħmad had adopted he believed in the freedom for everyone, including Al Sidrah Al Aħmad too, of course.
He had read the Renouncement of Al Sidrah Al Aħmad by her family ultimately.
Unlike Al Qamar Annisā’ Al Sidrah Al Aħmad’s family didn’t disown her immediately.
Her family gave her even more than fifty years to return to the basic moral values of Islam.
Yet Al Sidrah Al Aħmad never cared for it.
She continued to live her ever-irresponsible life towards her family reputation.
Al Sidrah Al Aħmad continued to fuck every Hindu male she came in contact even if he was a peon, driver, servant, whatsoever the hell that Hindu male was.

Chapter 10
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 3

Fa qatulū almusharikīn

Durgesh

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Chapter 3

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan
Durgesh Åāliyah Kamāluddīn

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sat back in the green swivel chair and contemplated her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, across her favorite desk.
Her Abbū had a dream to be the Mustafa Kemal Atatürk of entire Islamic World.
But whereas Mustafa Kemal Atatürk was practical, her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was utopian more than practical.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan could not understand that the Musalmīn were never democratic practically except when Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam and Kħulfa-e-Rāshidīn were alive.
Maybe Abū Sufyān had embraced Islam ultimately sincerely after the victory of Mecca.
Yet, his ‘crown prince’, his Walī Åhad, Ħazrat Muåāwiyah bin Abū Sufyān, never forgot he was the crown prince of Mecca before Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam conquered Mecca.
He was never democratic, nor as sincere to Islam as Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd, Saifullah, razī Allāhu Tålā ånahu.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was almost always in a state of high enthusiasm.
He had congratulated his daughter profusely, abundantly.
She had fulfilled his dream in Saudi Arabia.
Even her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, had ignored that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had revenged her for betraying her father.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never listened to her Ammī.
Nafīsah Salmān always tried to explain to her daughter,
“Your Abbū is a bloody terrorist. He is a munāfiq, a Pseudo Musalmān. I punished him for his munāfiqat, his pseudo Īmān.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed sarcastically.
“And I punished you for your insincerity to my Abbū as his wife. I can please Durgesh more, sexually, than you can. I’ve successfully replaced you in his life.”
“Because you are thirty two years younger than Durgesh?” Nafīsah Salmān, her Ammī, had smiled cunningly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan realized once again she owed her cunningness to her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, she detested so much.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, wasn’t cunning at all.
He was a utopian idealist Musalmān.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s utmost close sister.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was happy that Tawaħīd Bājī was too not less cunning than herself or their Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān.
What a great Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, had.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could not deny her own immense Musalmān beauty was due to her Ammī’s incredible eternal Musalmān beauty.
Nafīsah Salmān knew very well how to maintain her magical magnificent figure.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had congratulated her younger sister too.
She had happily recounted the details of her airplane trip down from Ved Nagar, accompanied by the Secret Service commando who had shown at Ålīgarh Muslim University a week ago.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had reported proudly that every passenger aboard was absorbed in a newspaper or weekly magazine filled with pictures of Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had recounted the excitement of her ride in the President House limousine too, of the photographers who had surrounded her outside the Al Ajm lobby, of her rescue.

Momentarily muted by her first visit to the Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Office, Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had then wanted to know everything about it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan happily led her Tawaħīd Bājī on a tour of the Presidential House, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Manzil, pointing out the historical curiosities about which Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had learned and dreamed of ever since she understood why Durgesh was so loved and so admired by even his enemies.
Even Durgesh’s enemies wanted to be what Durgesh was today.
Yet they only wanted to be Durgesh.
It was their fantasy only.
They only fantasized to be Durgesh.
They never were serious about it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was serious about it.
She studied gravely, deeply, profoundly, what Durgesh always cared for and his opponents never did, even though they were always jealous of Durgesh.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan always watched Durgesh fucking her eternally beautiful Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān.
She wanted to know what her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, lacked and Durgesh doesn’t that her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, left her Abbū for Durgesh.
She found Durgesh loved animal wild sex similarly as her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, did.
Her Abbū hated animal wild sex.
It was the first reason her eternally beautiful Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, preferred Durgesh on her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
When having sex with each other, her eternally beautiful Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, and Durgesh, both were not even human.
They were entirely unashamed beasts, surrendered to their ever wild animal lust, without caring anything else whatsoever.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could not believe her otherwise ever sophisticated Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, was so horniest the female beast.
Durgesh was so horniest male beast.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan decided to have Durgesh for herself too.
Yes, Durgesh was thirty two years elder to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
So what?
Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam were also even far more elder than Ummil Mominīn, Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah, razī Allāhu Tålā ånahā.
Wasn’t he?*

She was surprised by my firm tone, but always welcomed our conversations.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, we need to talk!”
For over ten year now it was just Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, her fifty five years old Hindu friend of her husband, Durgesh, and her nineteen-year old daughter Sādiyah Raħīm.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was near forty now, a homebody, and still in pleasing shape.
Her tresses were raven black, only her hair-dresser knew for sure… Her ample bosom hadn’t sagged even a little.
Even forty years couldn’t do that.
Her skin showed no signs of age.
She could still turn heads if she wanted to.

I had not seen my friend’s wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, in anything form-flattering since the old man, my friend, Muħammad Raħīm, was around.
At home she always wore a bra under her frumpy, baggy sweats.
Mostly green, or on a daring day, for her, I sometimes caught a glimpse of a black strap and once even, a red bra.
Though I thought that might have been Sādiyah Raħīm’s on a laundry day.
An occasional glimpse of the beautiful Musalmān cleavage showed the wear of four decades on a full exquisite female Musalmān figure.
Her chest never revealed even some wrinkles and the natural effects of gravity on a well-endowed Musalmān woman.

Her legs were nicely muscled, as she had never been taught to drive, so biking and walking had served her well.
And either by design or comfort, she often wore very skimpy, tight shorts in her garden or for her daily runs or rides.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn sometimes got wolf-calls and whistles from bold Hindus and she could truly catch my eye when she leaned over the handle bars and peddled swiftly.
The pumping motion often made me wish that her swaying Musalmān breasts would one day spill over the top of her almost transparent bra.

Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had been a middle-management secretary back in the day.
Schlepping, filing and pleasing a typical ladder-climbing idiot of a boss.
She worked overtime and through lunch, and ordered her own flowers for “appreciation day.”

After closing a big deal, the boss would escort her to a hotel lounge for a single appletini and offer a snide jab that her career would advance quicker if she spent more time under my desk than in front of it.
The crude sexual remarks elicited only a smirk.
She sometimes daydreamed that if my remarks were sincere or even clever, she would drag me into the elevator and up to one of the luxury suites on the upper floors.
She once joked that they could settle a sexual harassment suit out of court.
Her boss merely smiled, drained his glass and scanned the room for younger talent.

For the past ten years, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had become a stay at home Ammī for her children.
She cooked, cleaned and cared for kids while nearly abandoning her own identity.

I was, beside the Mayor of Ved Nagar, a web designer and programmer.
I spent countless hours online and on porn sites to know how to make and use them positively.
I dreamed-up various positive scenarios on my laptop, with every fantasy woman from Xena to the Flying Nun.
After trolling internet spank-sites into the early morning, I would “run one off” and then hunker down for another day.

I had never been a jock.
Though my upscale, early life had afforded me rich-man privileges. I surfed the Pacific off the shore of their Malibu beach house.
I took riding lessons and belonged to a posh club.
This however was long ago.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn’s wealthy husband had left them with nothing but bills.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn won custody of a beachfront home they could not afford and platinum cards that served only as anchors.

In came the dot.com.
Boom and soon, my dexterity with a mouse came as a saving grace.
I was soon able to pay down the family debt and transfer Sādiyah Raħīm from a community college to a “big-name” Pac-10 school.
Their life was suddenly golden and the family adored me.

I was classically handsome in this “Hollywood” town.
With dark hair and warm black eyes I always got an offer or a look, every now and then.
When I sat my friend’s wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, down for our “talk”, I had already steeled my nerves with a little juice and had worked my diabolical scheme online for weeks.
In my mind, all my money went into this home and to Sādiyah Raħīm and Åāliyah Kamāluddīn.
I believed I could easily be on my own, living the high-life.
Instead, every day was a round-up of shopping-lists, utility bills, school work and more.
The beach-bunnies and bachelor-pad were nowhere to be found and it was time someone paid.

“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn,” I began, “it’s time for some changes. You and Sādiyah Raħīm have to start doing more around here.”

“Well of course Durgesh, you are the breadwinner and we would do anything to help out. What can I do for you, dear? Anything we can do to help, you just ask.” This was the only way Åāliyah Kamāluddīn knew how to answer.

She sat pleasantly on the couch, in shorts and a thin blouse.
Dark, full black locks framed her face and lay gently on her shoulders.
Her family was European Årabian and they all inherited the shiny, black hair and olive complexion.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn seldom wore makeup at home, and that only lipstick and liner to high-light her big, doey eyes.
She was content to remain invisible and anonymous.
Her hands were folded delicately in her lap, her long fingers intertwined.
Light-green shorts riding up her thighs and stretching tightly across her wide hips.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn’s tanned legs showed her toned calves and thick quads.
And her bare legs were crossed at the ankles with one canvas sandal precariously balanced on the toes of her right foot.
These Åāliyah Kamāluddīn-Durgesh talks always lifted her spirits.
She sat her teacup on the inlaid coffee table and scooted to the edge of the sofa.
She looked directly into my eyes.
It was good to see me taking charge of a situation and she was pleased to see me assert myself more.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had taken on the role of the facilitator and always tried to ease family friction.

No sense beating around the bush.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, frankly I’m horny. I’m not getting enough sex in this home, and I want to make some changes, here.”
She was surprised at that, naturally.
And coming from her husband’s ever best friend, even if I was the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
She wasn’t sure what I was trying to say.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn,” I tried again, “I’m going to change the dynamics here.”

She was thoroughly confused, shifting her position, and taking on a look of concern.
She tried her best to discern my intent.
“Do you mean you need more privacy, or that you want to have more beautiful Musalmān girlfriends over? Would you like us to stay out of the way on certain nights? You want to have sex. That’s fine, you’re a Hindu, I understand.”

This just tended to infuriate me.
And now anger was increasing moreover.
“Yes, sex, that’s it. In this house. And whenever I want it. And it starts tonight!”
My face reddening as I rose and paced the room ominously.
My ego grew with each repressed desire.

Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was flustered and not quite comprehending.
“Durgesh, it’s late, Sādiyah Raħīm’s staying with a friend and I can make myself scarce. Let me gather a few things and I’ll ride over to my friend, Lailā’s.”

Åāliyah Kamāluddīn rose to leave and as she tried to pass, I grabbed her wrist and said,
“You don’t get it, do you? I want sex. I want it, now. And I want it from you.” I blurted it out and liked the way it sounded.
Then I roughly pulled her back onto the couch.

She was just catching up with my last words, ..
“I want it from you.”
Her beautiful dark, brown eyes grew wide. “Durgesh, are you crazy? I’m your friend’s wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, your Bhābhījān!”

Beads of sweat appeared at her temples and her heart-rate soared.
I sat on top of her to plant her in her place.
Her head started thrashing wildly, her ebon locks clinging to her face and loose strands flying in all directions.
Her strong gams kicked at me as her sandals flew across the living room.
Her grunts of exertion were working like a tonic on my conception of things and she felt my Hindu manhood begin to swell.
The thrill of the hunt was always better than the trophy!
I pushed her sweaty, disheveled excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body into the cushions and figured my next move.
It was now or never and I had already gone too far to stop.

Her protests increased verbally and physically as her resistance started.
Allah, Allah, Nooooooooooooooo!
Yes, she had lost her mind while flirting with Durgesh.
But not sex!
She teased Durgesh, seduced Durgesh, but it was only a tease.
She wasn’t prepared even to have sex with the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
She shrieked in my face and tried to heave me off her.
I was sitting on her belly, my left hand clasping both her wrists and my right hand violently yanking her shorts down her legs.
“You grab my Uncut Hindu Penis every now and then, don’t you? You play with it and suck it every night when you think it’s safe and I’m sound asleep. You even undress me yourself then, undress yourself too, straddle me and fuck me almost entire night. Don’t you?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was dumbfounded.
“You, you were never asleep? You, you were always wide-awake?”
“What do you think? Aren’t you one of the utmost beautiful Musalmān wives my Musalmān friends have and always crazy for me? You are already enjoying the ultimate pleasure with me, while I always suppress my feelings for you.”
“I, I’m sorry. I was fed up, frustrated actually.”
“What the hell do you mean, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn?”
“I needed such videos to show to my husband.”
I was startled.
“What?”
“He always refuses me to straddle him. He doesn’t have sex with me properly. I boasted to him that even you let me straddle yourself. He didn’t believe and laughed at me.”
“Damn you!
“Your ever righteous Musalmān friend challenged me to make our videos and show them to him, if you really allow me to straddle you.”
“And you did it? Are you crazy?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn blazed at me suddenly,
“Shut up, you damn fool. Every Musalmān houselady that’s beautiful, is crazy for youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Not me aloneeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”*

I watched her incredulously.
“So, you prepared our videos yourself and gave him?”
“It wasn’t necessary.” Åāliyah Kamāluddīn said disinterested, “I only had to agree. He himself made entire arrangements.”
“And do you know what he is doing with those videos of us? He is using them to make our adult movies. You are now a wonderful, one of the utmost successful porn stars, with me.”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn wasn’t startled.
She wasn’t dumbfounded.
Instead, she smiled cunningly.
“And my husband himself is doing it?”
“Yes.”
“That’s what I wanted.” Åāliyah Kamāluddīn smiled triumphantly.
“What?”
“I told him he is a pimp, not any sophisticated person. And now he himself has proved it.”
“Are you crazy? He is selling our porn videos.”
“He isn’t alone,”
“What do you mean?”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has made Pseudo Musalmīn either to surrender to their cuckolding to their beautiful Musalmān womankind and you, or leave Modern Democratic Årabia and live the vagabond life of a refugee.”
“I know,”
“That’s the exact punishment the terrorists, criminal and criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn deserve. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has decided even not let them unite anywhere. Their unity has always proved harmful to humanity.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is right, but…”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn mused.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is always right.”
“Not always.” I said disapprovingly, “No one is always right except Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Allah, God. Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, you are a Musalmān lady. You can’t appreciate anyone beyond a limit. Alhamdulillah. Y’ ék ittamu sŧuhi. Mā chidanyasvishansat sakhāyo mā rishañyat.”*

Damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan!
She has spread so many white lies about my unique legendary sexual prowess that almost entire Musalmān houseladies believed if they hadn’t have sex with me ever, they haven’t enjoyed even their life optimum as a woman.
My Uncut Hindu Penis wasn’t the biggest one, neither the monster as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever cunning, ever shrewdest, ever smart, ever preplanned untrue Young Musalmān lady Brigade spread the white lie everywhere.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,” I gritted my teeth, “Stop spreading white lies about my ever incredible unique legendary sexual prowess.”
“Am I harming you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cooed straddling me aggressively as usual.
“Not me, and don’t try to bribe me by straddling me aggressively every when I want to talk with you on some grave matter.”
“It’s bribery?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked into my eyes seductively, “It isn’t my ever exclusive wifely love for my ever sexiest Hindu husband?”
“Why do you and your ever obedient Young Musalmān lady Brigade spread white lies about my Uncut Hindu Penis? You and your entire Young Musalmān lady Brigade know with your own constant experiences that I don’t have the biggest penis…”
“Who the hell is interested in the damn biggest penis? They want only to experience the thrill of having sex with the utmost sexiest Hindu.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,”
“A large number of them want to have only the ultimate intimacy with you, to feel the pride of it their entire life. They damn care about the truthfulness of the fantastic stories we spread of your ever miraculous sexual prowess. They live in dreams. They want to keep living in dreams. They never want to come out of it. That’s the tragedy of not only us womankind, but of us entire humankind as well.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is right, Durgesh.” Imāmzādi Ħumayrah Qāzī smiled gravely at me.

Chapter 4
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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


Ahal-Al Bayt-28

Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh

chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Durgesh Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt

Under Shower

Durgesh Kħadījah Al Kubrah

I was gathering nude Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, again and again, in my strong Hindu arms into my nude Hindu lap, and my Uncut Hindu Lund was invading Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot more and more fiercely, with each my Hindu thrust.

She was screaming out of sheer blinding sexual bliss.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Your Uncut Hindu Lund is tearing my Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot apart, Durgesh darling, Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt! Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam! Keep it on. Never stop! Please, never stop.”

“Of course, darling.”I kissed my Sweet Nineteen passionately, fucking her more and more fiercely, “I’d never stop. I’d never stop till you don’t ask yourself to rest and consume the entire incredible sexual bliss you are experiencing.”

“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! How the hell you Hindus do these miracles?”

“It’s our Bhogyantrānk, darling.”I kissed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt penetrating her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot more and more fiercely with my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Bhogyantrānk?”

“If you keep forgetting so soon, my darling Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza,” I pulled out my Uncut Hindu Lund again and pushed back into her evertight sweet nineteen Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot to the hilt, “you’ll never learn anything.”

“The hell I want to learn anything from you. Just fuck me, OK? You are Supreme in fucking us extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties, not in General Knowledge.”

I winked at her impishly and gathered her sweet nineteen nude Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body in my 61 years old, yet still growing stronger, more and more, Hindu arms,

“How do you know?”

“What?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt tightened her already tight Vaginal Grip around my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“That I’m not Supreme in General Knowledge, as I’m Supreme in fucking you extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties, too?”

“Even if you are, I damn care.”

“Sālī!”

“I’m in live in relationship with you now. Never forget.”

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!”I groaned.

“Don’t say Farīdah Imām is right.”

Farīdah Imām?”

“You don’t know any Farīdah Imām?”

“On the contrary, I know so many Farīdah Imāms that whenever one of them is referred, I must confirm always which one of them is intended.”

“Why not? Why not?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt smiled, “Sorry, I keep forgetting you fuck countless extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān Beauties. How many of them are named Farīdah Imām? Thousands of them? Millions of them?”

“Not Millions of them, but yes, maybe thousands of them. Farīdah is also a very common name in you Musalmeen after Kħadījah, Fātimah, Åāýéshah, Zainab, Ruqaiyah, Āmnah and Kulsūm.”

The feeling of the shower was wonderful.

The water was pouring down from shower on our hottest bodies with great force.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was not surprised on her own incredible heat.

She was only nineteen.

It was natural; her Sunni Musalmān heat was increasing with each of my powerful Hindu thrusts into her, even.

It’s just started at her eighteen.

It would continue at least till she is fifty, even more, much more.

More than 31 years, at least, of incredible heat of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān lust!

Allah!

Will Durgesh fuck her for next 31 years non-stop?

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt needed Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund into her ravenous Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot nonstop for these 31 years.

I could see Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Beauty, Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, standing on all her knees and elbows there, naked.

I was riding her from her behind, penetrating her Panjvaqtā Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

I could not get over how beautiful she was.

Her skin looked soft and glistening with the water shining on her body.

Her breasts were large.

And they stood proud and firm, capped with pale pink areolas that seemed to fade into her breasts as they spread out from the pink nipples.

Her pubic hair, curly and plentiful, was the same golden brown color as the hair on her head.

I couldn’t think.

I couldn’t turn away.

I could only stare and fuck her, and fuck, and feel my heart beat faster and faster.

As if on autopilot, I was fiercely penetrating her.

I couldn’t stop, even if I wanted to.

“Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling,” I was infinitely excited even while I was fucking her, “Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling, you are so beautiful, … so wonderfully beautiful. I want to see you, look at you, even while I fuck you.” I raised my hands and drew her into my arms more.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling, just stood there, on her knees and elbows like a deer.

And I looked … and looked …and looked at her nakedness.

And fucked, and fucked, and fucked her madly.

She seemed almost like a Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Sex Goddess to me.

Madly, I reached out and cupped both of her gleaming breasts.

They were so soft and yielding to my hand.

Savagely I lifted their weight, squeezed, and rubbed my thumb over the nipple, still fucking her frantically.

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling, moaned, but did not move.

Both my hands were caressing her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts as well, as my Uncut Hindu Lund was invading her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.

“Durgesh, yes  … yes dear. Just squeeze them and fuck me simultaneously. Just keep doing both. Will you, please?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling’s voice was soft, almost a whisper even now while I was fucking her savagely.

Her tone carried all the conviction in it.

As I fondled my Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, darling’s extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts, I looked up into her eyes, fucking her savagely.

She was staring at me in wonder, not believing I could do what I was doing practically.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaaaah!

Is Durgesh so savage in sex?

But that’s the best thing happening to her.

Isn’t it?

She was unable to believe I was really sixty one.

“The hell, he is sixty one.” Farīdah Imām had said, “I can bet he is twenty eight only.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān eyes lit up.

“How can you bet on such a disputed matter, Farīdah?”

Farīdah Imām winked at her lewdly.

Kħātūn-e-Jannatrza, Durgesh fucks me too.”

“What?”

“Sālī, have you forgotten I married Nazīr Aħmad because I love Durgesh, and I couldn’t marry him?”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt laughed and returned Farīdah Imām’s wink.

“How can any one? My dear, you did the miracle on the very first day. You managed to fall on his lap.”

“I managed to fall on his lap?” Farīdah Imām again winked at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt once more, yet more lewdly, “I managed only to fall on his lap? I kissed Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.”

“What?”

“I held it in my right palm, unzipped Durgesh, brought his Uncut Hindu Lund out, played with it, fisted it, licked and sucked it to the extent that Durgesh had to cum in my virgin Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth.”

“You—you swallowed Durgesh’s Hindu Vīrý?”

“Why not?”Farīdah Imām raised her head high, “What else for I had fallen into his lap?”

“Allah, you were doing it all?”Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was looking at Farīdah Imām incredulously, “And we thought you were unconscious.”

Farīdah Imām smiled at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt.

“The beauty of the situation was that even Durgesh couldn’t do anything. He had come to see me for Nazīr, with his so called friend Rashīd Aħmad.”

“So called friend?”

“If not, what else?”Farīdah Imām beamed at Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt, “He is 28, while Rashīd Aħmad is more than70 even.”

“No!”Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked at Farīdah Imām incredulously once more, “a 28 year handsome young man is having friendship with 70 years Rashīd Aħmad?”

“It can’t be ever, isn’t it?” Farīdah Imām laughed.

“Of course!”

“Have you seen my Ammījān in law, Saåīdah Anwar, ever?”

“Of course! She seems similar to Åāýéshah Bī, in ‘Bāghbān’ and ‘Jamāī Rājā’.”

“Åāýéshah Bī?”

“Hema Malini, yār! Have you forgotten Åāýéshah Bī is Hema Malini’s real name now, after she married Dharmendr?”

“None knows it.”

“We Musalmān Beauties call her Åāýéshah Bī now.”Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt pinched Farīdah Imām on her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān thigh, “And why shouldn’t we? After all she is one of us Musalmān Beauties now.”

Farīdah Imām held her head in pride.

“She has become more beautiful since she has embraced Islam .”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt winked at Farīdah Imām.

“Our Salāt is a great exercise for us Musalmān Beauties to make us more and more beautiful. It develops our buttocks rounding them excellently when we go in sajdahs.”

Farīdah Imām kissed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt on her lips.

“You are absolutely right, darling.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt gave Farīdah Imām a fist on her back.

Farīdah Imām managed to protect herself from it.

“Sālī, newly eighteen, I’m ten years senior to you. Never try to fist me on my back. Try to develop some respect for your elders, bachchī.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt laughed and changed the subject.

“You were telling me something about your Ammījān in law, Saåīdah Anwar.”

“Yes! Yessss! She raped Durgesh.”Farīdah Imām squeezed Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt’s gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān buttocks.

“Uīīīīīī!” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt jumped, “your Ammījān in law, Saåīdah Anwar raped Durgesh?”

“Yes, but I think that was what Durgesh wanted all along.”

“I can’t understand.”Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked at Farīdah Imām innocently.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan says Durgesh is obsessed with elder Musalmān Beauties.”

“What?” Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked at Farīdah Imām incredulously once again, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan must be crazy.”

“No! I think she has a point. Have you joined Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club?”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt was dumbfounded.

“W w what club?”

Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club, yār!”

“Allah! Does there exist such a club anywhere?”

“Of course, it does exist. And you’d be surprised to know it was established by Musalmān Beauties themselves, after Mumbai Blasts, not by Hindus.”

“Oh, yes! Now I remember there was a rumor that some NGO of Musalmān Women was trying its best to compensate Hindus for Mumbai Blasts. I never believed it.”

“You should have. They established Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club.”

“You are a member there?”

“No, I want Durgesh only.”

“I myself want Durgesh only. So why are you asking me whether I’ve joined it?”

“Never mind. Have you met Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan ever?”

“Yes, she is also one of my close friends, as you are. Why are you asking?”

“She says Durgesh has been brought by extremely beautiful elderly Sunni Musalmān Beauties since his childhood.”

“Yes! Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, Rābiyah Altamash, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad, Imāmzādī Al Tauħīd Al Muħammad, so many were there.”

“They used Durgesh to quench their own sexual lust when Durgesh’s mind was immature.” She said, “He fucked elder Musalmān Beauties more than the Musalmān Beauties of his own age.”

“Allah!”

“That’s why Durgesh gets more satisfaction when he fucks elder Musalmān Beauties.”

Fātimah Sarvar-e-Kāýnāt looked horrified at Farīdah Imām.

“He deliberately develops friendship with elder Musalmeen as he did with my father in law Rashīd Aħmad. He deliberately tells them lies about his age.”***

The soft knock on my bedroom door woke me up and started my heart pounding.

“Come in,” I called.

I sat up in my bed and turned, dropping my legs over the side, so I was facing the door.

The door opened and she walked into my room, looking incredibly confident.

She was wearing a long, worn bathrobe that, before hundreds of washings, was a pink plaid belted around her waist.

Her fingers clutched the neck of the robe, holding that shut, as if she wanted to be sure nothing showed.

Her straight light brown hair fell almost to her bottom.

She wore no makeup and was what some people would call extra ordinary beautiful.

She did have the kind of Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān features that made her a woman I’d notice without being sure why.

Her big brown eyes were open wide and darted around the room, showing her self-confidence…or was it pride?

She stood almost five feet ten inches tall in her slippers and was thirty-nine years old, although her unlined face and clear skin made her look much younger than that.

Her name was Kħadījah Al Kubrah…she was my Ammī in law.

“Come over here, Ammī,” I smiled softly.

When I spoke, Kħadījah Al Kubrah made a tiny sound something like a cross between a gasp and a moan, then she walked slowly and stiff-legged to the bed I sat on and stood in front of me.

I looked up at her and she looked down at me with “Confident Proud deer” eyes.

“Are you sure you want to be here?” I asked softly.

I wondered if she could hear my heart pounding.

She stared at me for quite a while, then slowly nodded her beautiful head.

“All right,” I said.

I reached out a hand that I could see was not trembling even a bit and untied the belt around the waist of her robe.

The robe relaxed when the belt was loosened, but since she was still clutching the neck, it remained closed.

“Let go,” I said softly.

She took a deep breath and didn’t move for what seemed like ages.

Finally, her fingers straightened slowly, releasing the neck of the bathrobe.

After she’d released the robe, her arms fell to her sides.

The robe was still shut.

I took a deep breath, reached out, parted it, and was gazing at my Ammī-in-law’s incredibly beautiful naked Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body for the first time.

Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh, God!” I exclaimed.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, quickly lifted her beautiful hands and tried to close the robe, but I put my hands on hers and stopped her.

“You…you think I…I’m ugly,” she murmured.

Her face was red and she was avoiding looking at me.

“No, Ammī, Mérī Jān! Kħadījah Al Kubrah, it’s just the opposite. I think you have an incredible extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body,” I told her.

And she did.

She probably weighed somewhere around one-forty and her body was a nearly perfect combination of Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān curves and valleys.

Her breasts were large, but not huge, and not sagged even a bit even though she had nursed her seven equally beautiful daughters when they were an infant.

What caught my eye were her nipples.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah had the smallest nipples I’d ever seen.

They were beginning to erect under my Hindu gaze and had to be at least one-tenth of an inch in diameter.

They were beginning to emerge from the large pale pink circles that capped her beautiful breasts.

Her body curved gracefully from strong shoulders down to a surprisingly small waist, then flared beautifully out into hips that were in exactly the right proportion with the rest of her body.

Equally lovely Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān curves led from there to long, strong, and very well formed legs.

“You…seeing you…looking…at…at me…like that…it…makes…it makes me…feel funny,” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, smiled. She never stammered. “We…we shouldn’t be…doing…this…”

I reached out my hand and lightly trailed my fingers over her belly, which was softly rounded and still showed faint stretch marks.

She shuddered and gasped.

“Yes, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, Mérī Jān!  we should be doing this,” I told her. “We both want to.”

Much as I wanted to grab my Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s breasts and play with those beautiful nipples, I didn’t.

I stood up and walked around behind her instead.

Then I took hold of her bathrobe and pulled it back.

Initially she stood there stiff, resisting me, but she finally relented and allowed me to take it off.

I tossed the robe onto a chair near my bed, and then I let my eyes roam over the rear of my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s lovely Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.

Much of her back was covered by her straight, shiny light brown hair.

Her hair was her one vanity.

She combed if faithfully, a hundred strokes, every night.
Her bare bottom was every bit as wonderful to see as the rest of her had been.

I know I probably sound like a broken record, but perfect is the only word I can find to describe it.

Wide, but formed perfectly, I thought it was the epitome of womanhood.

I stepped closer to her and began running my fingers through her hair.

Kħadījah Al Kubrah moaned softly.

She liked to have me play with her hair.

I knew it was the safest way to start a process that I believed would lead to so much more…for both of us.

“You like having me do this, don’t you?” I murmured as my fingers stole through her silken tresses.

I was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans and my Hindu erection was already threatening to tear a hole in them.

“Yes! You know I do,” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, murmured in reply.

I played with her hair for a few more minutes, and then I moved my caresses to her neck and shoulders.

That brought a gasp from her and sent a shudder through her body.

I’d dreamed of this night for so long and knew exactly what I needed to do.

I kept my touch whisper-soft, barely letting my fingers touch her as they skimmed over her skin.

She had known little gentleness in her life and I knew she’d respond powerfully to being treated gently.

“You do like this, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, don’t you?” I murmured as my fingers continued to glide up and down her neck, out onto her shoulders, and down onto her upper back.

“You…you’re makin’ me…I feel…all…funny…inside.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, whimpered.

“Funny good?” I asked.

“Oh, yes! So good! Nobody but you can…can make me…feel…like this, Durgesh.”

That was exactly what I’d hoped to hear.

I had spent the last six months getting to the point where she was willing to come to me.

I’d convinced her that I’d be gentle with her, would make her feel good, and got her to trust that I would never do anything to hurt her.

I expanded the scope of my caresses.

My fingers went from her neck, to her shoulders, down her arms to her beautiful hands, teased her palms and between her fingers, then slid back up to her neck.

After I’d done that a few times, I could hear the increase in her rate of breathing and could see her shoulders moving as her chest heaved.

I knew her heart had to be pounding as hard as mine was and that I would feel it if I put my hand on her chest, but I wasn’t ready to do that yet.

I could see how confident Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was.

So, I forced myself to go slowly and deliberately, knowing that in the end, we’d reach the outcome I wanted and both of us needed.

I spent quite a while caressing my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s neck, shoulders, arms, and hands, then I dropped to my knees and let my fingers trail down the outside of her shapely legs.

As my fingers stole over the silky-smooth flesh, I saw goose bumps forming and could feel her still not trembling even a bit.

“Ummmmmm!Allah!” I heard her moan.

I smiled and caressed every inch of her legs and her bottom, to the accompaniment of a wonderful symphony of passionate sounds.

“Unnnnnn!” meant I was caressing her bottom.

“Ooooooooo!” said I’d moved onto the back of her thighs.

“Uhhhhhhh!” accompanied my caressing her calves.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” celebrated my fingers stealing up the outside of her legs, and “Ummmmmmm!” meant my fingers were sliding down the front of her thighs.

Her rapid breathing kept time for the wonderful sounds coming from her.

I hadn’t anticipated any of this.

Therefore I was both surprised and delighted.

It told me I was having the effect on her I wanted to have, maybe an even stronger one.

“DURGESH…Allah! DURGESH!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, groaned after I’d been playing with her legs and bottom for a while. “My legs’re shakin’ so…bad I…I’m afraid I’m…gonna fall.”

“Lay down on the bed.” I told her. “On your back.”

She hesitated but briefly, and then did as I’d said.

I got to my feet and looked down at her.

It was a sight I’d seen in my dreams many times, now I was seeing it for real.

My Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, was lying in my bed, her nude Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body flushed, her hair spread out on the sheets.

My Hindu erection, diamond-hard, lurched in my cutoffs.

The front of the shorts was soaking wet because pre-cum was almost gushing from me.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, didn’t notice, she had her eyes pressed tightly closed.

Her mouth sagged open slightly and she continued to gasp for breath.

Her proud Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts were erect.

Her nipples had grown even harder and looked even bigger, conveying to me that she was enjoying my Hindu actions.

I’d guess they jutted out from the pale pink flesh surrounding them.

I walked around to the other side of my king-sized bed, got on it, and crawled across so I was kneeling next to my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

Her extremely beautiful eyelids were still down, but she turned her Confident Proud and beautiful head to the side of the bed I was on.

I leaned over and pressed my lips against hers gently.

Since her mouth was partly open, I caressed her lips with my tongue.

That caused a soft moan and, very tentatively, her tongue touched mine.

When that happened, it was almost as if her lips and mine softened and the kiss turned into one unlike any kiss I’ve experienced before or since.

Waves of warmth and bliss spread through me and, for a second, I was afraid I’d come in my shorts.

I felt Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s hand come to rest gently on the back of my head and the kiss continued.

At long last, it ended, and I think both of us were equally saddened when that happened.

“Oh, DURGESH.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, murmured. “What are you doin’ to me?”

“I’m showing you what it’s like to be loved.” I replied.

“Oh, DURGESH, darlin’.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, replied.

She closed her eyes and a blissful smile curved her beautiful crimson lips.

I’d never in my life seen a smile like that on my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s face and felt a rush of pride at having put one there at long last.

I began kissing my way gently down over Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s body, from her mouth to her neck, and then to her upper chest.

At the same time, I trailed my fingers over the gentle swell of her abdomen.

Once again, I was treated to the sounds of her symphony of passion.

Her body began twisting and turning gently, too, almost as if she was lying on a waterbed.

It was as if she could no longer bear to lie still.

After kissing a considerable expanse of lovely, silky flesh, I was finally about to achieve my first objective of the day.

My Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s rigid nipple was so close I could reach out my hand and touch it, which I did.

“Gnahhhhhhh!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, cried her back arching. “Oh, DURGESH! Yā Allaaaaaaah!!”

I pinched her nipple again and again she reacted violently.

And she reacted exactly the same way when I did it a third time.

“Yā Allaaaaaaah, DURGESH, you’re makin’ me feel too good!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, cried.

I don’t think she was aware of it, but her hips had begun a rocking motion.

I was toying with the verge of her pubic hair with my fingers, but didn’t move them any lower.

“That feels way too good. If you keep doin’ that, I’m gonna go crazy!”

Despite her protests, I kept doing what I was doing.

In fact, I did more.

I slid my palm over a little more, wrapped my fingers around her right nipple, and pinched it.
“DURGESH! Oh, no! Oh, no! I’m gonna go crazy…ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uh…uh…uh…uh….uh… uh…uh….uh… uh…uh….uh… uh…uh….uh!” The sounds coming from Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s mouth were passionate, as was the motion of her body.

She grabbed hold of my head and didn’t seem to be able to decide whether she wanted to push me away or pull me closer while what was probably the first orgasm she had ever in her life flooded her.

In the middle of it, I moved my fingers from her right nipple to her left, and that seemed to cause her yet another powerful flare-up.

When, finally, her motions began calming and the volume of her passionate cries began to lower, I lifted my palm from Her proud Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breast and, kneeling next to her, pushed down my shorts, then kicked them across the room.

I turned back to Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, and gently tugged her legs apart, then moved so I was kneeling between them.

I shuffled forward until the head of my Hindu erection brushed the forest of light brown Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān hair covering her middle.

Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, who’d been lying there with her eyes closed, opened them and gazed up at me with almost the same wide-eyed look she had when she first walked into my bedroom.

“DURGESH, you ain’t gonna hurt me, are you?” she murmured.

I leaned forward, supporting my upper body on my outstretched arms, and lowered myself so I could kiss her.

“There’s no way I’d ever purposely do anything to hurt you, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.” I said after the kiss ended.

I pushed myself back up, grabbed my Hindu erection, and slid the tip down through her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān labia.

She was, as I expected, sopping wet with the fluids of her excitement.

“Did that hurt?” I asked.

“Yā Allaaaaaaah, no!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, replied.

I repeated my action and this time a soft groan came from Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

Then I placed the tip of my rock-hard Uncut Hindu shaft in her Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān opening and pushed my hips forward a little, until the entire Uncut Hindu tip was inside her.

I looked down at her face and saw an almost angelic look, so I slid myself into her a little further.

“DURGESH! Allah! That feels so good!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, groaned.

I’m not sure if it was that I am that big – I have an average size Uncut Hindu Lund, I think – or if it was because she was so tight.

I do know that I was now in an extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman who was as tight, or hot, as my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.

I kept sliding myself farther and farther into her until, at last, I could go no deeper.

I was so close to erupting I was afraid to move any more.

I held myself there, over my Ammī-in-law, Kħadījah Al Kubrah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body, my arms stiff, fighting the urge to explode with every fiber of my being.

“Feel…good?” I asked Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, as I looked down into her passion-filled face. I’d never seen her look more wonderful.

“Didn’t…know…doin’ sex…could…feel…like…this.” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, gasped. “Didn’t never…know…I…could…feel…so…good.”

“You’re going to feel even better soon.” I assured her.

I pulled out until just the head of my Hindu erection was in her, then shoved it back in slowly.

“Yā Allaaaaaaah! !” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, groaned. “DURGESH! If you keep doin’ that, you’re gonna make me go nuts again!”

“That’s the whole idea, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, my darling, Mérī Jān!” I told her.

Fighting the urge to come every second, I began moving my Hindu erection in and out of her with steady thrusts.

Each one sent me up one notch higher on my own mountain of joy, and each notch took me a step closer to losing control.

Then I had no more control.

“Oh, Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah!” I groaned as my churning insides unleashed and a torrent of my hot Hindu fluids began gushing from me.

“Yā Allaaaaaaah! That’s so hot! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmmmmmm! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Ammī, Kħadījah Al Kubrah, cried.

I felt her beautiful hands clawing at my back and her hips shoving up against mine as her second – or maybe third – orgasm rocked her.

When, at last, we had spent our lust, we lay in each other’s arms, settling down, I still buried deepest into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Chapter 29

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

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

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

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

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

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

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

67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

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

73. Under Open Sky

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. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

87. Ahl-Al Bayt 5: The Surprising Rest

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

89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7

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

91. Ahl-Al Bayt 9:The Obsession Continued

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

93. Ahl-Al Bayt 11: One More Obsession

94. Ahl-Al Bayt 12: Obsession One More

95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13

96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14

97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15

98. Ahl-Al Bayt 16

99. Ahl-Al Bayt 17

100. Ahl-Al Bayt 18

101.Ahl-Al Bayt 19

102. Ahl-Al Bayt 20

103. Ahl-Al Bayt 21

104. Ahl-Al Bayt 22

105. Ahl-Al Bayt 23

106. Ahl-Al Bayt 24

107. Ahl-Al Bayt 25

108. Ahl-Al Bayt 26

109. Ahl-Al Bayt 27

110. Ahl-Al Bayt 28

111. Ahl-Al Bayt 29

112. Ahl-Al Bayt 30

113. The everincreasing infinite lust

114. The women in my life

115. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

116.  A Deep Conflict-1

117. I’m never ashamed of it

118. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

119. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

120. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

121. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

122.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

123. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

124. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

125. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

126. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

127. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

128.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

129. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

130. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

131. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

132. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

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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

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

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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. Saamved: Mantr 1

36. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

38. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


The everbest wives: 26

The everbest wives

Durgesh

1. No Hindu, Please!

2. Only Hindus, Please! The discovery

3. I do hate hypocrisy

4.  In the Moonlight

5. I still love, Durgesh, with immense pride

6. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

7. She loved me all along

8. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

9. She needed me extremely

10. Hell, I Revolt

11. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

12. Now entirely secured and safe

13. The women in my life

14. The Beaming Knowledge

15. A Secret Smile

16. A deserving unfaithfulness-1

17. The three pregnants-1

18.The three pregnants-2

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

20. After the death of my husband

21. Her Brilliant decisions-1

22. Her Brilliant decisions-2

23. Her Brilliant decisions-3

24. Her Brilliant decisions-4

25. You are the best. You don’t know

Chapter 26

The Everbest Wives

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī looked at me,

“My dear son,” she said to me curtly, “Don’t marry either of them.”

“What?” I almost jumped on her.

Sāimah Al Ħaider smiled licking my Uncut Hindu Penis,

“I told him, Ammī Ħuzoor, only Ammīs and sisters are the everbest wives a man can have.”

“Nonsense!” I blurted out.

Kħadījah Ibrāhīm laughed,

“I don’t think so, Durgesh! Sāimah Al Ħaider is absolutely right. None can love a man more than his own mother and sisters. A wife from outside just destroy the family.”

“I can say, even daughters are the best wives.” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī added gravely.

Tauħīd Muħammad Ħasan immediately beamed,

“That’s the truth. Moreover, daughters are even better wives than Ammīs.”

“Heyyyyyyyy!” Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was suddenly all alert, “What do you mean? I’m not a good wife to Durgesh?”

Tauħīd Muħammad Ħasan laughed.

Impishly she winked at me,

Durgesh darling, she thinks she is your wife now, not your Ammī or Kħālā Ammī any more.”

I smiled fucking Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī uninterrupted.

Chapter 27

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

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

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

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

19. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–15

20. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–16

21. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–17

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

23. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–19

24. Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/18: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’–20

25. A deserving unfaithfulness

26. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

27. Yåqūb Family-1

28. They conspired against me

29. A secret Smile

30. A new young wife at sixty

31. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

32. The Beaming Knowledge

33. The three pregnants-1

34. The three pregnants-2

35. In the Moonlight

36. Sālī, Ammījān!

37. Now entirely secured and safe

38. She needed me extremely

39. Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh

40. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

41. Her Brilliant Decisions-1

42. Her Brilliant Decisions-2

43. Her Brilliant Decisions-3

44. Her Brilliant Decisions-4

45. No Hindu, Please!

46. Only Hindus, Please!

47. Scintillating Ammī and daughter

48. I do hate hypocrisy

49. I still love Durgesh, with immense pride

50. Hell, I revolt

51. She loved me all along

52. She told the untold-1

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

54. Making love and understanding everything

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

56. After the death of my husband

57. The everbest wives-1

58. Ultimately, I’m an Ammī now

59. The most memorable Eidī of her life

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

61. You are the best. You don’t know

62. I’m not defeated even yet-1

63. Misunderstanding: Everyone thought she’s my wife

64. Yūsuf or Kr’shñ?-1

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

66. A rapist Hindu Piya-1

67. Åli Muħammad Satyarthi-1

68. I love my wife Kħadījah Muħammad

69. Raziyah Akbar Aurangzeb-1

70. I live with him

65. The only man she loved

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

67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

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

73. Under Open Sky

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

124. The everincreasing infinite lust

125. The women in my life

126. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

127.  A Deep Conflict-1

128. I’m never ashamed of it

129. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

130. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

131. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

132. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

133.  Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

134. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

135. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

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

144. They both serve me now

145. She protested

146. Durgesh Fātimah: A Day at the Beach

147. The threesome

148. You’ve proved your titles true

149. The Chairman: 1

150. The Chairman: 2

151. The Chairman: 3

152. The Chairman: 4

153. The Chairman: 5

154. An Underworld Don: 1

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

161. An Underworld Don: 8

162. An Underworld Don: 9

163. An Underworld Don: 10

164. Age no bar: 1

165. Age no bar: 2

166. The Absolute Surrender

167. Her Ultimate Decision: 1

168. Her Ultimate Decision: 2

175. Her Ultimate Decision : 3

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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

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

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More 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


The everbest wives: 8

The everbest wives

Durgesh

1. No Hindu, Please!

2. Only Hindus, Please! The discovery

3. I do hate hypocrisy

4.  In the Moonlight

5. I still love, Durgesh, with immense pride

6. Kħadījah Åbdullah Bājī  seduced me

7. She loved me all along

Chapter 8

My dad’s new Musalmān wife

Ammījān left Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan,  when I was just admitted in college 1st year.

She deliberately started to live openly with my Abbū’s arch Hindu enemy, Durgesh, as my Abbū’s each and every houselady was doing.

I also had to leave, my Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, to live with my Ammījān.

My Abbū’s arch Hindu enemy, Durgesh, thus, became my new Hindu father.

One day I came home from my college in late December, and found Durgesh Dad sitting in the living room.

I asked what he was doing.

He said,

“Nothing, darling.”

He always called us Muslim Beauties ‘darling’, even us Musalmān daughters of his Musalmān beloveds living with him and their Musalmān Ammīs.

I knew that he attended one marriage ceremony of one of his friend who was hardly two years junior to him yesterday night.

He was a Hindu and had married with a vivacious and dazzling Musalmān Beauty.

Muslim Beauties were deserting Musalmeen nowadays very much, and living with Hindu guys either marrying them, or even without marriage in live in relationship.

I had suspected that something was going on.

I didn’t want to leave Durgesh Dad all alone.

Ammījān had instructed me especially for it.

Ammījān and my Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, had been married for over 19 years when she left him for Durgesh Dad.

I had hoped Eid would cheer things up, but it turned into a real ‘downer’ for us both.

Durgesh Dad was only 36 then, as my Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan was.

Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan got married at the age of 17 only & then my Ammī was only 15 years old.

My Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan was a nice looking Musalmān guy.

He was about 5’11″ and 153 lbs. or so, in good shape.

I told him to get a date – go out and celebrate New Years – live it up a little.

As my Ammījān was out to see her friends in Eid, Durgesh Dad was single here in the house.

On New Year’s eve I bought some large bottles of juice.

I was determined to liven things up.

I never purchsed juice, so I didn’t realize how much juice I had purchased for just two people.

That evening after a late dinner, I went upstairs and showered.

I guess subconsciously I may have wanted to turn Durgesh Dad on.

Allah, did I too wanted him to fuck me as he fucked my Ammījān?

I didn’t know at that time.

I remember admiring myself in the mirror, at my 5’2″ and a 34-28-35 figure.

I thought I looked pretty good, most probably better than his friend’s wife who got married few days back.

I put on my saree and went downstairs to welcome in the New Year with Durgesh Dad.

He was sitting on the sofa with his stocking feet up on the coffee table watching the TV.

it was 10:30, so we had an hour and a half before the ball dropped.

“Happy New Year! Let’s do a little celebrating!” I poured the juice in the glasses, and gave one to him.

He was not ready for juice initially. But I told him,

“Dad, you are my only friend and after the departure of my Ammī, I do not go out too with my friends just for you. Now can’t you have even juice with me? Dad, don’t break my heart, please Dad!”

I made him emotional.

He got up smilingly and got the juice with some roasted Chicken in a plate.

But later on he started sipping it up.

After one glass he said that he wouldn’t take another glass.

But I said,

“Please Dad, you are my only friend, Please have one more.”

Slowly and surely he started becoming emotional and he put one of his arm around my shoulder while sipping the juice.

In the next hour we finished the bottle.

I know he was more relaxed and loose than he had been all year.

I was definitely beginning to feel the  juice.

I turned the overhead lights off.

It was so warm that I loose my saree and sat back down, cuddling up to him as he put his arm around me.

My left hand was resting lightly on top his Hindu thigh.

We talked freely each other.

Then I asked him why he feels so sad whenever Ammījān is out. I am doing all the Jobs what my Ammī uses to do.

Is there anything left?

When a nice slow song came on, I pulled him up and said,

“Let’s dance. Dance with me – it’s New Year’s Eve.”

At first he said ‘no’, but I insisted and he gave in.

I finally got him to hold me close and dance the way you’re supposed to on a slow dance.

When I pulled him even closer and laid my head on his shoulder I found out why he had been holding me off – he had an erection, a big one.

I could feel it pressing against my abdomen.

It may have been all the juice, but when I realized what was pressing against me, I felt a sudden rush of warmth in my pubic area and felt my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy becoming moist.

Durgesh Dad tried to pull away but I held him tighter and pressed against him, enjoying the feel of his hard Hindu erection against me, and the knowledge that I was causing it.

At that Moment, I noticed on the TV.

I whispered,

“Daddy, it’s the New Year.”

I wrapped my arms around his Hindu neck and kissed him.

As we kissed I parted my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lips and gently probed his closed Hindu lips with my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān tongue.

Just when I thought he wasn’t going to respond, he hugged me tightly and opened his Hindu lips.

I thrust my tongue as deep into his Hindu mouth as I could and pressed my Musalmān thighs against him, grinding my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān pelvis against his hard Hindu prick.

Durgesh Dad kissed me back, thrusting his Hindu tongue into my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth, playing with my tongue.

I could feel my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy beginning to react, becoming wet, aching to be touched by his Uncut Hindu Prick.

It lasted for about one hour.

I thought Durgesh Dad was horny now.

But I was sure I was hornier, moreover becoming hornier more and more.

Finally we broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily.

He looked at me and said,

“Tauħīd Muħammad Ħasan, we can’t…we shouldn’t be doing this. It isn’t right.”

I just continued to hold him tight and told him,

“Daddy, I’m not a kid you’re taking advantage of… I’ll be twenty after few months… I’m a grown up young Saåūdī Årab Musalmān woman. I know what we’re doing, and I know what I want…I want you, my darling, mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya!”

I pulled his Hindu lips to mine and kissed him as deeply as I could.

Taking his Hindu hand, I guided it up at my top and placed it on my breast over my saree.

I moaned softly as his Hindu hand massaged my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān breast, rubbing it against the palm of his hand.

I had never felt such an intense sensation in my young Saåūdī Årab Musalmān vulva and my young Saåūdī Årab Musalmān vagina before, as I pressed against him – an ache, a deep desire, to feel him touch me – to feel him in me.

He was really tensed at that time.

He pulled my saree from my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān young body and threw it on the floor.

Then he started pulling my petticoat.

He pressed my young Saåūdī Årab Musalmān legs with his Hindu legs, and could feel the heat from my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

It was now stark naked now, as I had no panty underneath.

Then Durgesh Dad started to undo my blouse and the bra and got hold of my blouse.

He tore my blouse and threw it on the floor.

Now I was left only in the bra.

He got hold of it and unhooked it from my back.

And threw it on the floor and now I was completely naked beneath him.

I fumbled with his trouser letting them fall around his ankles.

I pushed his briefs down freeing his Uncut Hindu Cock.

Taking his warm hard Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand, I was amazed at its size.

Now I took hold of his 9 inches Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand and exclaimed, “Oh it’s a monster, too big. “

Durgesh Dad isn’t a large man physically, but his rigid fully erect Uncut Hindu Cock was too big.

Living together over the years I had seen Durgesh Dad naked before, but never with an erection.

And grasping his Hindu prick in my hand, I kissed it, licking its large plump head gently and then slipped it between my lips deep into my mouth.

I heard Durgesh Dad moan and felt him grip my head as he began to pump his Hindu prick, slowly, into my young Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth, fucking it gently like it was a Musalmān Pussy with a tongue in it caressing his large Hindu prick.

He was being careful not push himself too deep into my throat, but I wanted it even deeper.

I pushed forward feeling the large Hindu head pressing against my young Saåūdī Årab Musalmān throat…

I paused, let myself relax, and felt the large Hindu head of his Uncut Hindu Prick slip down into my throat.

Allah, it was tight.

Durgesh Daddy moaned,

“Oh dammit Tauħīd Muħammad Ħasan, if you keep on, I’m going to cum.”

I had to slip my mouth back off his Uncut Hindu Prick…

I couldn’t hold it in my throat very long.

I looked up at him and told him, “I want you to cum. I want to you to cum in my mouth. Fuck my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth…fuck it like it’s a Musalmān Pussy.”

I looked at his Uncut Hindu Prick and there was a large drop of pre-cum getting ready to drip from it…

I quickly caught it with my tongue.

I was surprised at how sweet it tasted.

I put my hands behind his thighs and pulled him to me taking his rigid Uncut Hindu Prick deep into my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth.

Durgesh Dad held my head between his hands and began to stroke his Uncut Hindu Prick into my mouth.

After a minute or so, I felt his legs tremble.

I sucked even harder, and moving one hand to his large sac, began to squeeze and massage his balls, gently.

With a loud groan, he pushed his Uncut Hindu Prick deep into my throat and literally erupted.

I was startled by the Hindu force of his first shot of cum that hit the back of my throat…then he flooded my mouth with spurt after spurt of hot Hindu cum.

He must have had a year’s worth of passion for me , pent up in him waiting to be released.

I could feel his Hindu cum dripping from my chin and getting on my Musalmān breasts  as I swallowed trying to keep up with the torrent of Hindu cum I had received from him.

After a minute or so, he gripped me under my arms and lifted me to my feet.

He kissed me and then pushed me gently down on the sofa.

Leaning over me he kissed me.

He whispered,

“Tauħīd Muħammad Ħasan, that was wonderful… really wonderful.”

He pinched the nipple and I groaned.

Then I was moaning, “aaaaaaaaaah…aaauchh…uhhhhhh…”

I did climax so suddenly, I almost lost my grip on my legs as I felt the intense sensation in my body and in my Musalmān Cunt.

He felt my body shudder with my orgasm and slowed down.

He would just kiss me through the swollen lips and lightly touch my Musalmān Clit.

He kept this up until I could no longer stand it and I finally moaned,

“OH Daddy…Daddy, I want you. I want you now…I want to feel you in me.”

My  Musalmān Vagina  started twitching.

I was too hot now pumping my Musalmān buttocks vigorously.

I groaned again,

“Aaaaaah soooon I am cummmming… ahhha it feels soooooo gooood…”

I arched my legs and started shooting my load of cum.

I looked happy now.

“I love you my darling, mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya!” I said to him while kissing him on his lips and sucking his mouth.

He did not feel ashamed of anything he did, even in the least.

We stretched out on the couch with Durgesh Dad between my legs.

I reached down, took his hard Uncut Hindu Prick, rubbed its head against my dripping Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy, and placed its head between the lips of my wet Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot.

I was so wet, I was sure that I had to be getting my juices all over the sofa.

I told him to put a pillow under my Musalmān buttocks so that he can insert his Uncut Hindu Lund properly in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Choot, without hurting me.

He obliged me.

He pulled a pillow and put it beneath my Musalmān buttocks.

Now he could see my Musalmān Cunt  completely.

He rubbed his Uncut Hindu Cock to my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt again, and tried to insert it in my lovehole.

Bu,t its size was too big and my lovehole was too tight and virgin.

I put my legs wider apart so that he can insert his Uncut Hindu Cock in it but of no use.

Then he stood up, got the oil bottle and rubbed it on his Uncut Hindu Dick, even some on my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt entrance.

Now he was able to insert some of his Uncut Hindu Cock in my Musalmān Cunt  hole.

Durgesh Dad started pushing it in slowly, while I gasped and cried,

“Oh no! It is too big and fat. leave me, Durgesh darling…leave me…”

But he also enjoyed this act too.

Now he was furious as I started to resist him again.

He thrust it with full power in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt.

I cried, “Uhhhh Ohhh Ammī! Stop this…Stop this, my darling.”

But now Durgesh grabbed my shoulders with his hands and started to pump his Uncut Hindu Cock in and out.

He was pumping furiously and I was crying,

“For Allah’s sake leave me out, go away.”

He told me,

“Wait Sālī Tauħīd Muħammad Ħasan, you will enjoy it after a while, and will demand for it more and more into you.”

Durgesh started pumping it in and out slowly and steadily now, and I gasped and moaned,

“ooooooohhhhhhh… aaaahhhhhhhhaaaaa…fuck me…. tear my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Cunt ….., invade me, rape me… oooohhhhh Ammījān…Durgesh darling, I’ll die.”

He was NOT my Hindu father now, anymore.

He was my darling Hindu husband and I was his new Musalmān wife.

I giggled and moaned heavily now.

He was also moaning heavily.

He speeded up his Hindu thrusts and I also moved my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks up and down.

Our bodies were burning like fire now.

Both of us were creating a strange sound.

Durgesh Dad started to fuck me with long Hindu strokes, drawing his Uncut Hindu Prick almost out of my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy and then thrusting it back, down into me deepest every time.

Each time he bottomed out I could feel the head of his Uncut Hindu Prick pushing into my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān cervix.

I wrapped my nude Saåūdī Årab Musalmān legs around his Hindu thighs and gripped the cheeks of his butt in my hands.

I pulled him into me as I pushed my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks up to meet the downward thrusts of his hard Uncut Hindu Prick.

I had never felt anything so big or so deep in me.

I could feel my Musalmān Pussy lips stretching as he pushed his Uncut Hindu Prick back and my body was aching, anticipating the feel of it plunging back into the depths of my throbbing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

I felt Durgesh Dad change the angle of his thrusts slightly, causing the top of his Uncut Hindu Prick to rub against my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Clitoris, trapping my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Clit between our pubic bones when he thrust deep into my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

As the head of his Uncut Hindu Prick slipped into me, Dad buried it all way in my aching Saåūdī Årab Musalmān  Cunt  – I felt the head of his Uncut Hindu Prick pushing against my cervix, the neck of my uterus, and I climaxed again, even more intense than before.

I moaned,

“Allah… Allah… Oh Daddy.. Durgesh darling…mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya! I didn’t know… it’s never felt so good. Allah Allah Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Durgesh darling…mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya! don’t stop. Fuck me… Durgesh darling…. Daddy darling…Durgesh darling…mérī jān! Méré Hindu Piya!  That’s it fuck me hard.” I could feel his thrusting speed up as the tension in my body kept building higher and higher, pushing me closer to the edge of a climax.

He buried his Uncut Hindu Prick even deeper into me, groaned and held it there.

When I felt his Uncut Hindu Prick throbbing, pouring his Hindu cum deepest into me, I was pushed over that crest and I felt the spasms in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān  Pussy around his throbbing Uncut Hindu Prick as my climax swept over me.

Dad slowly stroked his Uncut Hindu Prick in and out my drenched Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy milking the last bit of Hindu cum from his Uncut Hindu Prick.

I was soaked.

I could feel his Hindu cum and my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy juices running down the cheeks of my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass as he stroked his Uncut Hindu Prick into me.

“Oh Daddy,” I moaned softly, “I didn’t know it could be this good. Allah, I feel so good right now…so satisfied.” I kissed him gently and just held him in my arms atop me, his Uncut Hindu Prick still buried deepest in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.

I had never felt more sensual and, it may sound odd, more beautiful than I did at that Moment.

I said while gasping and moaning, “Now I will become your son’s Ammī, now you are my husband too, as you are the practical husband of my Ammījān. We will start our new life, now as husband and wife.”

He fucked me, and fucked, and fucked as if till infinity.

I was kissing him passionately and meeting his savage Hindu thrusts into my tight Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy with more lust and passion.

My tight Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy was clutching and sucking his Uncut Hindu Prick around its entire Hindu length and thickness.

He was playing with my beautiful nude Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Buttocks, at the same time.

We talked about our new love life, still making love continuously.

We went to bed after that but not to sleep.

We made love twice more that night.

Dad said I was making him feel like a 20-year-old.

After that I became his wife and we used to sleep together in the same bed, with my Ammījān there too.

I became pregnant at the same time with my Ammījān.

Now our sons Pārthésh and Pralayésh are 3 years old and studying in KG class.

Pārthésh is my son from Durgesh.

Pralayésh is my Ammījān’s son from Durgesh.

We are happy and enjoying fully our new married/unmarried life, our live-in-relationship; with Durgesh, our husband.

Well, we think Durgesh is the ever greatest husband the entire history of humankind has ever produced.

Won’t you agree with me?

Come on.

Be honest.

Chapter 9

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam

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

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

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

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

19. A deserving unfaithfulness

20. A deserving unfaithfulness-2

21. Yåqūb Family-1

22. They conspired against me

23. A secret Smile

24. A new young wife at sixty

24. My dad’s new Musalmān wife

26. The Beaming Knowledge

27. The three pregnants-1

28. The three pregnants-2

29. In the Moonlight

30. Sālī, Ammījān!

31. Now entirely secured and safe

32. She needed me extremely

33. Al Jihād fil Durgeshfī 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

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

67. The Ammījān, Durgesh and her daughter: It was my duty-2

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

73. Under Open Sky

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. The Extent

80.Ashvinātam intimacy-1

81.Ashvinātam intimacy-2

82. Three sons three Ammīs

83. Ahl-Al Bayt 1: College tour

84. Ahl-Al Bayt 2: The Aftereffect

85. Ahl-Al Bayt 3: The Aftereffect

86. Ahl-Al Bayt 4: Satisfaction

87. The everincreasing infinite lust

88. The women in my life

89. My Social Service: My Sex Empire: Durgesh

90.  A Deep Conflict-1

91. I’m never ashamed of it

92. Jahān Ārā Aurangzeb Bājī and a Fools’ Paradise

93. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 1

94. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 2

95. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 3

96. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 4

97. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 5

98. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah: Social Service: 6

99. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:1

100. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:2

101. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:3

102. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:4

103.Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:5

104. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:6

105. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:7

106. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:8

107. Durgesh Sidrah: One more mastermind:9

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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

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

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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. Saamved: Mantr 1

36. Sāmved: Mantr 641: Mahānāmnyārchik| 1

37. Sāmved: Mantr 650: Mahānāmnyārchik| 10

38. Sāmved: Mantr 651: Uttarārchik

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

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

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

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

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

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

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