They conspired against me: 2

They conspired against me

Durgesh

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Chapter 2

Durgesh Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb
Durgesh Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb

I was startled.
“What? You want me to fuck you every day?”
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was not Just Eighteen Just Adult.
It was I that was eighteen years old.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was thirty one.
She put her legs on my shoulders shifting them.
“Don’t you?”
“Don’t I?” I winked at her fucking her passionately, “Sālī, I want to fuck all of you.”
“In this nineteenth year of your age?” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb teased me.
I winked at her.
“Am I not fucking you properly?”
“Properly? You are marvellous, mérī jān.” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb pulled me on her and kissed me, “Even my husband hasn’t given me that pleasure what you are bestowing on me.”
“Thank you Kħālidah, I was afraid that you wouldn’t appreciate my eighteen years old Just Eighteen Just Adult Uncut Hindu Lund in your fully grown up thirty one years old Musalmān Pussy.”
“Nonsense, Nādirah said your Uncut Hindu Lund was miraculous.”
“Your nanad? Your sister in law?” I smiled.
“That’s right.”
Al Nādirah Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ is marvellous on bed.”*

Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ grasped my hand, said,
“I’m very pleased to meet you once again, Mr. Durgesh. I hope my wife is not draining you more than you want to allow her.”
“Forget her, Doctor.” I squeezed his hand respectfully. Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ is a fantastic medical specialist, a fantastic Doctor and a fantastic sex therapist. I’m really proud of her that she loves me and shares my bed.”
“Thank Allah, thank God.” he sighed in relief. I was afraid I’ve burdened you great with my infinitely sexy wife.”
“Not at all.” I smiled, “I’m sexier than your wife even.”
“That’s right. But it was my duty to ask you.”
“It’s alright. Don’t worry about Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ any more. She is sexually my responsibility now, not yours. She is your legal wife now only. Physically she is my wife now.”
“Thank you.”
“You are most welcome.”
“I have to discuss this case with you. Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb is Bhāījān’s greatest problem now.”
“Well, as you requested I’ve started fucking your daughter in law now.”
“Bhāījān, Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ, doesn’t want her now in our house.”
“He isn’t justified in framing her, anyway.” I said curtly, “If he weren’t your Bhāījān…”
“I know. But Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb is not my daughter in law exactly. She is Bhāījān’s daughter in law.”
“I understand.”
“And,” Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ smiled significantly, “Similarly, Al Nādirah Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ isn’t my daughter exactly. She is my niece. My elder brother’s daughter.”
“That’s right too.” I smiled artfully, “And she insists I’m Just Eighteen Just Adult?”
Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ laughed,
“You can’t blame my niece, my friend. Al Nādirah Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ is Just Eighteen Just Adult. She’d never admit you are forty eight actually.”
“Eīshān!” I sighed.
“How do you feel fucking a Just Eighteen Just Adult young woman?”
“Well, your niece isn’t the ever first Just Eighteen Just Adult that raped me.”
“I understand, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ smiled appropriately.
“I wonder of two real brothers, how the elder one is so communal and the younger one is so superbly humane.”
“Thank you, but don’t wonder ever. Bhāījān is exact replica of our father, Muħammad Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.”*

Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ smiled impishly.
Shifting her legs on my shoulders, she said.
“Increase your pace, you teaser.”
“I asked you something, Farīdah.” I increased my pace, “Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī. You’ve had her hospitalized several times within the last few months.”
“I never knew the bitch too belonged to your Ħarem.” Farīdah winked at me.
I kept gravely fucking the extremely beautiful Sex therapist.
“It may be a serious business, Farīdah. Don’t try to avoid my questions. Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī’s lawyer has joined politics now. He isn’t interested any more in courts and trials.”
“I know. You are talking about Taymūr Murād, don’t you?”
“That’s right. Waħīd Murād, his son, has taken now his clienteles.”
“And how is it related with the hospitalization of my friend, Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī?”
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb is your friend, Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī’s sister in law. Isn’t she? Both Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī and Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb are daughters in law of your elder brother in law, Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ.”
“I see.” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ was somewhat furious now, “Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ is my elder brother in law. That’s right. But he is so utter Communal that he believes the Two Nation Theory of Muħammad Ålī Jinnāħ is universally right. He divides entire human race in two major groups−Musalmīn and Kāfirūn.”
“Well?”
“A large number of educated Musalmīn disagree with him.” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ declared savagely. “I disagree with him. My husband Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ disagrees with his elder brother.”*

I kept fucking the wonderful Sex therapist, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, patiently,
“That’s not the point my darling. Moreover, you know it very well. I think, not only Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb but your friend, Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī, is also in somewhat danger, if my deductions are correct.”
“What?”
“That’s right.”
“But Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī is not my patient exactly. Jalāl is actually her doctor.”
“Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ? Your husband?”
“That’s right.”
“Well, he isn’t paying proper attention to his patient in this case I think. The trouble with your husband, Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, Farīdah Jalāl, is that he is too good a humane to suspect his own elder brother, Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ.”
“Well, he is his elder brother, Durgesh. Have a heart. How the hell can you criticize him?”
“I’m not criticizing him, you idiot. I’m trying to save him from a potential murder charge.”
“What?”
Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ has never compromised with the greatness of his younger brother, Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ. He is still against that Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ should allow you to sleep with me.”
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ hesitated somewhat.
She avoided meeting my eyes.
“Well, it doesn’t make any difference.”
“That’s what you and Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ thinks.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve reason to believe that Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī made a will clandestinely. She perhaps didn’t want to bring in the knowledge of your ever communal brother in law, Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ.”
“Well, you can’t blame her.”
“I’m not blaming her. I don’t blame anyone ever. It’s always dangerous to the parties concerned.”
“Allah! Yā Allah! You and your human psychology. Can’t you forget ever that you are a human psychologist? I don’t need your damn human psychology now. I need your wild animal Hindu sex kicks now in my ravenous Lebanese Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt. Damn you.”
I smiled.
“Sālī, I never stopped fucking you.”
“But you are concentrating on other things more.” she complained.
“Listen to me. Your ears and tongue are not being used in our lovemaking. Are they? You are a Sex therapist. You can enjoy sex even when we are talking of your husband. He is a very good human being. I don’t want him to be trapped and framed as Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was.”
“Sorry.”
“Listen to me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“The will Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī made was, I think, executed in the office of an attorney named Taymūr Murād. Taymūr Murād has joined politics now entrusting his clienteles now to his son Waħīd Murād. Persons, including Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ perhaps, I’m not sure however, are interested in surreptitiously, sneakily, obtaining a copy of that will. The persons associated with Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī may be taking an active interest in a search of this kind.
“Now, I am asking you this. Are you completely satisfied with your diagnosis in the case of Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī?”
“Naturally. Otherwise Jalāl wouldn’t have discharged her.”
I kept my patience.
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ wanted sex.
She wasn’t in a mood of discussing any patient with me.
I understood it very well, but her husband’s liberty and future was at stake.
I couldn’t ignore or tolerate it.
“I understand, generally, that Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī had a gastroenteric disturbance.”
“Well, what of it?”
“I’ve gone through several authorities on forensic medicine and toxicology.”
“Allah!”
“Listen to me, you idiot.”
“Yes, sir. We are not making love. We are Sex therapists always. We haven’t our personal life. Have we?”
I smiled.
Increased fucking her more wildly, more passionately, more lovingly.
But kept on talking on the problem nevertheless.
I was a responsible person.
I had to.
“I find that it is generally agreed that cases of arsenic poisoning are seldom diagnosed by the attending physician, since the symptoms are those of gastroenteric disturbance.”
“You are crazy. You aren’t a doctor. You are a Sex therapist only. Let Jalāl decide what your dearest Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī is suffering from. Okay? ”
“Were there abdominal cramps?” I asked patiently, “Cramps in the calves of the legs? A burning sensation in the stomach and−”
“Allah! Yā Allah! I’ll be damned.” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ interrupted, “How the hell did you know?”
I ceased talking, but kept on fucking her nonstop.
I was waiting for the doctor in her to say something.
There was a long period of silence.
I kept on fucking her unwearyingly.
“No one would possibly want to poison Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī.” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ said ultimately.
“How the hell do you know?” I asked belligerently.*

Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb gritted her teeth.
She had watched everything.
She never knew, neither she had even imagined ever, her elder sister would be so selfish.
She was enjoying Durgesh alone.
Damn her.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was following the stream of passengers filing past the HVSI Airlines flight attendants.
“Allah Ħāfiz.”
“Allah Ħāfiz.”
“Nice trip.”
“Thank you. Allah Ħāfiz.”
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb watched.
She kept watching.
The passengers left the fabulous HVSI jet plane.
They inched their way to the broader corridors of the HVSI Airport of Ved Nagar.
They quickened their pace, walking down the long runway toward a huge illuminated sign bearing the word ‘Baggage’.
There was an arrow pointing downward where an escalator descended to a lower level.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb looked at Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ.
She never thought he would be present there personally.
What the hell the scoundrel wanted now to do to Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb?
Wasn’t her exile enough?
He never allowed Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb to prepare anything for Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb steadied herself by putting her right hand on the rail of the escalator.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb hoped Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ hadn’t seen her.
It was a surprise to Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb that Al Nādirah Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ was too with her ever communal ever wretched father.
She thought Al Nādirah Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ wasn’t against Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was enjoying her beautiful sex sessions with me.
Durgesh couldn’t believe she was still a virgin at her thirty-second year.
She was carrying a topcoat and she was tired.
In her earlier thirties, Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb had a tremendous figure and a superb way with clothes.
She never minded working hard.
Taymūr Murād compared Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb with imaginary Della Street, the ever-efficient secretary to Perry Mason, a fictional character created by late Erle Stanley Gardner.
When Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb smiled, her beautiful face lit up.
She stepped from the escalator at the lower level and walked briskly toward the revolving platform.
The baggage would appear on it.
It was too early, yet for the baggage to make its appearance.
Yet, it was indicative of Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb’s now constantly improving confident character that she walked with utterly firm rapid steps, hurrying to reach the place she may have to wait for several long minutes.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb wondered what a great positive change it was in her elder sister’s original somewhat nervous character.
Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ was surprised.
He couldn’t imagine what he was observing now.
He had seen his daughter in law in Taymūr Murād’s office too.
She was of course efficient, but not so aggressively confident ever.
She was a good girl.
And in Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ’s opinion, hell, no good girl might be as aggressively confident as her daughter in law, Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was now.
What the hell has she gained?
He couldn’t imagine a young woman, expelled from her husband’s home on sinister suspicions, and still now, she is gaining self-confidence more and more, instead of losing it.
He was worried now.
Should he have to change his strategy?*

Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb felt herself jealous of her elder sister.
Durgesh is improving Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb immensely, tremendously.
She isn’t worried any more.
She is quite confident now.
She hasn’t lost husband.
She has obtained a husband instead.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb lost Anwar Jamāluddīn Sheikħ.
But she has obtained Durgesh.
Anwar Jamāluddīn Sheikħ was a nerd.
Durgesh was wonderful.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb wasn’t unlucky that she lost Anwar Jamāluddīn Sheikħ.
She was lucky that Durgesh has found her attractive.

At length, baggage began to appear on a moving belt.
The belt transported the baggage to the slowly revolving turntable.
Both Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb and Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ were immensely attentive now.
Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ hadn’t given any impression that he had seen Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb too, as Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb had seen him.
Passengers began to pick out baggage.
Porters with claim checks stood by, occasionally pulling out heavy handbags and putting them on hand trucks.
The crowd began to thin out.
Finally, only a few pieces of baggage were left on the turntable.
The trucks moved away.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb moved over to a porter.
“My baggage didn’t come in,” she said.
He looked at her,
“What was it, lady?”
“A single suitcase, green, and a small oblong overnight case for cosmetics.”
“Let me see your checks, please.”
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb handed him the baggage checks.”
“Before I start looking, we’d better wait,” he said, “and see if there is another truck coming. Sometimes there’s a second section of trucks when there’s an unusually large load.”
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb looked at the porter gravely.
“Sure?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Alright.” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb surrendered, “I don’t think I’ve another option except to wait.”
Porter bowed politely.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. You aren’t responsible.”
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb waited impatiently.
After two or three minutes, more baggage showed up on the moving belt.
There were four suitcases.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb’s and two others.
“There they are now. Those two are mine,” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb said, “The green one−the big one in front−and the oblong overnight bag in back.”
The porter smiled respectfully,
“Okay, ma’am. I’ll get them for you.”
The suitcase, followed by the overnight bag, moved along the conveyor belt, then hit the slide to the revolving table.
A few seconds later, the porter picked them up, put the bags on his hand truck and started for the door.
A man had been standing there well back.
He came forward.
“Just a moment, please.” he said.
The porter looked at him.
The man produced a leather folder from his side pocket, opened it and showed a gold shield,
“Ved Nagar Police,” he said, “Was there some trouble about this baggage?”
The porter hastily assured him,
“No trouble. No trouble at all, sir. Only it didn’t come in with the first load.”
“There has been some baggage trouble,” the main said curtly to the porter.
Then he smiled politely at Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb,
“Is this your suitcase, ma’am?”
“Yes, officer.” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb said in somewhat reserved manner, “Why are you interfering? I’m already detained unnecessarily. For your kind information, officer, hey, may I know your name? Can you identify to me too before asking anything?”
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb clearly noticed.
Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ was worried now.
The Police Officer looked at Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb inadvertently.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb immediately hid herself behind a fat man.
She didn’t want that Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb could see her there.
She never intended to be seen by anyone there.
Even it was unfortunate that the Police Officer had sseen her there.
“Captain Shekhar, ma’am,” he said to Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb was still avoiding Captain Shekhar’s gaze.
Captain Shekhar winked at Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb significantly, as if assuring her.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb looked around.
Then she herself winked at Captain Shekhar as if to assure him that she had got the message he wanted to convey so desperately.
Captain Shekhar smiled at her understandingly.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb, unfortunately, wasn’t smart enough to notice all these interchanges.
She asked Captain Shekhar instead, irritably somewhat,
“What do you want?”
“I beg your pardon, ma’am.” Captain Shekhar said respectfully and politely, “There is some baggage problem here. There are some complaints about it. Will you mind to identify your baggage to the Police?”
“I see,” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb watched Captain Shekhar from his head to his feet entirely, “weren’t you standing here all along?”
“Of course, ma’am. That’s my duty.”
“If I am not mistaken, Captain Shekhar, you know me very well personally yourself, don’t you?”
Captain Shekhar hesitated somewhat.
“I’m sorry, Bājī.”
“You loved Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb, my younger sister, don’t you?”
“I still love her.” Captain Shekhar said grimly, “Damn your sister. She didn’t marry me only because I’m a Hindu, despite the fact that we have a son too.”
“What?”
“Oh, she never told you?” Captain Shekhar was sarcastic somewhat.
“Well, well, well,” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb smiled, “she wouldn’t be forgiven. Tell me where my nephew is.”
Captain Shekhar hesitated.
“He is at my home. But Bājī, I’m sorry. You are framed by some scoundrel, I think. The Police have a tip that you are carrying drugs.”
“I see. That’s why my baggage was late. Someone has added drugs in my baggage and informed the Police?”
“I have to arrest you, Bājī. Sorry, I’m too under surveillance. I can’t do anything for you.”
Captain Shekhar’s eyes were filled with tears.
“Hell,” Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ scowled to himself.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb controlled herself surprisingly in a quite dignified manner,
“It’s alright, brother. Nothing to feel guilty for yourself. I understand that it’s your duty. Can I call my husband?”
“I suspect Anwar Jamāluddīn Sheikħ is himself behind it.” Captain Shekhar said controlling himself.
“Hey, Shekhar,” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb laughed, “you didn’t hear me attentively. I didn’t say my ex-husband. I said ‘my husband’, Durgesh I mean. Damn it.”

Chapter 3
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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


Midterm 2012: 11

Midterm  2012

Durgesh

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Chapter 11

Imām Mahdī ålayhissalām

Durgesh Nafīsah Salmān

D.P. Choohā

Nafīsah Salmān laughed,

“The perfect name for the new Meer Jåfar, the new Jai Chand.”

I watched her patiently,

Nafīsah Salmān, sometimes I doubt you both the Ammī and daughter are not the enemies of one another. You both are working prudently together instead.”

Nafīsah Salmān smiled cunningly,

“Against you?”

“No, I never said that.” I replied Nafīsah Salmān gravely.

Nafīsah Salmān smiled and put her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī nude Wahābī Musalmān legs on both of my equally nude Hindu shoulders.

“Against Hindus?” she asked patiently.

“I never said that too.”

“Then Qāzī Jī dublé kyon? Shahar kā andéshah?”

Nafīsah Salmān!” I admonished her.

“Sāré jahān kā dard hamāré jigar mein hai?” Nafīsah Salmān smiled reproaching me.

Yet there was immense pride too in her voice that I was her Live in Relationship Partner.

Nafīsah Salmān was lying on her magnificent nude back.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was penetrating her still exquisite, still excellent, Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

She was herself a PhD and she immediately agreed to leave Imām Muħammad Ħasan when I offered her myself instead.

“What is the guarantee you won’t leave me when your purpose to disgrace Imām Muħammad Ħasan is solved?” Nafīsah Salmān had smiled at me mischievously.

“Meet my other Live in Relationship Partners. Ask them how long they are my Live in Relationship Partners. Ask them how many of my previous Live in Relationship Partners they know I have left till now.”

“Why can’t you marry me?” Nafīsah Salmān asked me keeping smiling impishly at me.

“I’m already married.”

“I see.”

“Do you agree to live with me?”

“You are a Hindu.”

“Yes.”

“Why are you so much interested sexually in us Musalmān Beauties exclusively?”

I smiled.

“Well, not exclusively. But yes, I’m interested in you Musalmān Beauties sexually mostly.”

“May I ask why?”

“Because mostly you Musalmān Beauties fulfill my sexual needs optimum, not the others.”

“Your sexual needs are violent wild savage animal sex?”

“Yes, something like that.”

“And you think we Musalmān Beauties only can provide you that much sex you need?”

“Not only, mostly had I said.”

“How do you know?”

“Well, it’s my own experience.”

“You have sex with all sorts of women?”

“Almost.” I smiled.

“And you think only we Musalmān Beauties suit you optimum?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“My husband says you are a Bachhalyā.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“But the Bachhalyās were never interested in Musalmān Beauties in history.”

“Well, I am.” I smiled at Nafīsah Salmān patiently.

“My husband says Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī is your duly married Brāhmañ wife.”

“I see. So he has told you that?”

“Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī is Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s phūphīzād sister. His phūphī, Nūrunnisā Al Waħīd married a Brāhmañ.”

“Māyāranjan Chakrvartī.” I said patiently.

I couldn’t understand what Nafīsah Salmān was leading me to.

Yet, I wanted to find out myself, very much.”

Nevertheless, I deliberately changed the subject.

What I really wanted to find out could wait.

It was not a good strategy to let one find out what I wanted to find out from her/him.

It could alert her/him making my target more difficult.

“Why do you, Ammī and daughter both, call Dig Vijay Singh, the former Chief Minister of Madhya Pradesh  D.P. Choohā?”

Nafīsah Salmān retorted scornfully,

“The moron thinks he can fool both the Musalmīn and Hindus always. He never took any lesson from his political exile from Madhya Pradesh.”

I was playing with Nafīsah Salmān’s exquisite gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān buttocks now.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was penetrating Nafīsah Salmān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy deepest.

Nafīsah Salmān always enjoyed my Uncut Hindu Cock deepest.

In the matter, not even her mastermind daughter Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was any different from her.

She also loved my Uncut Hindu Penis deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.

Both the Ammī and daughter were almost identical in everything almost.

The only one difference they had was ideological.

Being ultra-modern even to the extent she loved to be my Live in Relationship Partner instead of the duly married wife of Imām Muħammad Ħasan, Nafīsah Salmān still valued the privacy in sex and hated incest very much.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was deliberately adamant to have sex with me openly in public too.

She was proud of displaying to everyone that she was my permanent Live in Relationship Partner.

Dig Vijay Singh, the former Chief Minister of Madhya Pradesh , D.P. Choohā, thinks he can fool us Musalmīn forever by terming Hindus too terrorists as many of we Musalmīn are. He never understood we Musalmīn think it’s the greatest disgrace, greatest insult of us Musalmīn as well as of Islam too.”

I kissed Nafīsah Salmān on her lips passionately,

“You are right, Nafīsah Salmān.”

Nafīsah Salmān’s still beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān eyes were suddenly filled with tears of gratitude to me,

“Thank you very much Durgesh. You acknowledge that not all of us Musalmīn are terrorists.”

“The greatest mistake the antiHindus almost always do is that they portray every Musalmān is an antiHindu. They refuse to understand that the Musalmīn who deliberately rejected the two nation theory of Pakistani Muslim League and deliberately opted not to leave India ever are not antiHindus neither they were so ever.”

Nafīsah Salmān wrapped her nude white Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān legs around my nude Hindu waist with all her feminine might to pull my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt as deepest as she could.

“You really mean it, Durgesh. Don’t you, my darling?”

I kissed Nafīsah Salmān on her passionately quivering red crimson Musalmān lips.

“Of course, I really mean it. And even the antiHindus know it.”

“I doubt that Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

“You shouldn’t ever, Nafīsah Salmān darling.” I smiled lovingly to her, “if the antiHindus really didn’t believe that most of the Indian Musalmīn are not antiHindus neither they ever were they never trying always to widen the ideological gap between Hindus and Musalmīn. Dig Vijay Singh, the former Chief Minister of Madhya Pradesh  is also one of them antiHindus who want to keep Indian Musalmīn frightened of Hindus.”***

Chapter 12

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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